Post by KateLovesDennis on Jul 10, 2004 14:35:56 GMT -5
Well I've finally gone and done it, started a fanfic of my own. Here's the first part, I hope you all enjoy it.
This story takes place after the last episode of Series 13: Little Angel. (If you haven't seen the end of series 13 it will contain spoilers)
Dennis woke with a start, the memories of the previous day flooded his mind. It was early, barely light but he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep. Jenny lay beside him, her back turned to him, he didn't want to lie there at her side, he didn't want her to wake, most of all he didn't want to talk to her. Anger bubbled dangerously just below the surface, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control it. Without switching on the light he got out of bed and got dressed, not his uniform but casual clothes, Shiner had given him and the others from the station a few days leave, not that Dennis wanted the time off, he'd rather be at work.
In the bathroom he stood with his hands braced on the edge of the wash basin, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His own eyes looked back blankley. Picking up his razor he shaved slowly though not very carefully, knicking his chin with the blade. His mind was reeling, how could he ever get over the events of the previous day? What would he say to Crane's mother? To Bellamy? To Jenny? He doubted that life would ever be the same again.
In the kitchen he made himself a cup of tea, considered some breakfast but couldn't face eating anything. He drank the tea dispite it being almost too hot to bare, burning his tongue slightly. He didn't care, nothing mattered now. In the living room he pulled back the curtains and looked out towards the hills, the sun was rising in the east, the clock ticked slowly on the mantle peice, the sound annoyed him. Pulling the curtains roughly closed he returned to the kitchen, his hiking boots stood in the scullery by the backdoor, he kicked off his shoes, pulled on the woolen hiking socks and the boots, lacing them tightly. He took a coat from the hook by the door and left the house.
An hour later the beauty of the dawn had faded. Dennis had hardly seen it, he looked at the road as he trudged along, he had no idea how far he had walked or where he was going, but walking was better than sitting in the house. How could Jenny have been so stupid? He paused to look around him, the moors looked as they always did, beautiful, stark and dangerous, thier mood matching his, under a blanket of dark clouds that threatened rain. He had walked further than he'd realised and was in the middle of nowhere. Not that it mattered, he'd nothing else to do today. He couldn't face his wife, yesterday he had exhausted all the words of comfort he could muster for Bellamy and he just couldn't face the explaination which Shiner or someone more superiour would no doubt want in typed triplicate. He was cold, chilled by the wind taht whipped endlessly agains the thin coat he wore. His hair was wind ruffled, he hadn't bothered with brylcream this morning, he ran his hands over his hair from his fringe to the crown of his head then forward across his temples and over his face, the small nick on his chin stung as his fingers moved across it, it didn't matter, the discomfort was small against the worries of the day.
At the brow of the next hill the road leveled out, surrounded by rough moorland, a few hundred yards ahead a pale blue saloon car was parked. The driver was taking a selection of large brightly coloured items from the boot and stacking them in the road behind the vehicle. As he drew closer Dennis realised that it was a woman and that the car had a flat tyre. As he reached the car, she was crouching beside the wheel, trying to match the wheel brace to the studs.
"Do you need any help?" He asked softly. The woman almost jumped out of her skin, she had obviously thought that she was alone. She quickly recovered, her brown eyes meeting his as she looked up.
"Thanks, I know how to do it but it always seems harder in the middle of nowhere." She smiled at him.
"Especially on your own." Dennis added, taking the wheel brace from her, she had slender hands with a scattering of freckles across the backs, which matched those across her cheeks and nose. She was hardly dressed for changing tyres, a very smart dark business suit with a tailored jacket, short skirt and high heeled shoes. Her long light brown hair had a touch of copper to it as it blew wildly about her face in the cold wind.
This story takes place after the last episode of Series 13: Little Angel. (If you haven't seen the end of series 13 it will contain spoilers)
Dennis woke with a start, the memories of the previous day flooded his mind. It was early, barely light but he knew he wouldn't get back to sleep. Jenny lay beside him, her back turned to him, he didn't want to lie there at her side, he didn't want her to wake, most of all he didn't want to talk to her. Anger bubbled dangerously just below the surface, he wasn't sure he'd be able to control it. Without switching on the light he got out of bed and got dressed, not his uniform but casual clothes, Shiner had given him and the others from the station a few days leave, not that Dennis wanted the time off, he'd rather be at work.
In the bathroom he stood with his hands braced on the edge of the wash basin, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His own eyes looked back blankley. Picking up his razor he shaved slowly though not very carefully, knicking his chin with the blade. His mind was reeling, how could he ever get over the events of the previous day? What would he say to Crane's mother? To Bellamy? To Jenny? He doubted that life would ever be the same again.
In the kitchen he made himself a cup of tea, considered some breakfast but couldn't face eating anything. He drank the tea dispite it being almost too hot to bare, burning his tongue slightly. He didn't care, nothing mattered now. In the living room he pulled back the curtains and looked out towards the hills, the sun was rising in the east, the clock ticked slowly on the mantle peice, the sound annoyed him. Pulling the curtains roughly closed he returned to the kitchen, his hiking boots stood in the scullery by the backdoor, he kicked off his shoes, pulled on the woolen hiking socks and the boots, lacing them tightly. He took a coat from the hook by the door and left the house.
An hour later the beauty of the dawn had faded. Dennis had hardly seen it, he looked at the road as he trudged along, he had no idea how far he had walked or where he was going, but walking was better than sitting in the house. How could Jenny have been so stupid? He paused to look around him, the moors looked as they always did, beautiful, stark and dangerous, thier mood matching his, under a blanket of dark clouds that threatened rain. He had walked further than he'd realised and was in the middle of nowhere. Not that it mattered, he'd nothing else to do today. He couldn't face his wife, yesterday he had exhausted all the words of comfort he could muster for Bellamy and he just couldn't face the explaination which Shiner or someone more superiour would no doubt want in typed triplicate. He was cold, chilled by the wind taht whipped endlessly agains the thin coat he wore. His hair was wind ruffled, he hadn't bothered with brylcream this morning, he ran his hands over his hair from his fringe to the crown of his head then forward across his temples and over his face, the small nick on his chin stung as his fingers moved across it, it didn't matter, the discomfort was small against the worries of the day.
At the brow of the next hill the road leveled out, surrounded by rough moorland, a few hundred yards ahead a pale blue saloon car was parked. The driver was taking a selection of large brightly coloured items from the boot and stacking them in the road behind the vehicle. As he drew closer Dennis realised that it was a woman and that the car had a flat tyre. As he reached the car, she was crouching beside the wheel, trying to match the wheel brace to the studs.
"Do you need any help?" He asked softly. The woman almost jumped out of her skin, she had obviously thought that she was alone. She quickly recovered, her brown eyes meeting his as she looked up.
"Thanks, I know how to do it but it always seems harder in the middle of nowhere." She smiled at him.
"Especially on your own." Dennis added, taking the wheel brace from her, she had slender hands with a scattering of freckles across the backs, which matched those across her cheeks and nose. She was hardly dressed for changing tyres, a very smart dark business suit with a tailored jacket, short skirt and high heeled shoes. Her long light brown hair had a touch of copper to it as it blew wildly about her face in the cold wind.