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April 1990
Ten bloody years in London is more than enough for anybody. It hurts a little, coming back to Manchester, but the pain is dulled by time - time and the application of far too much alcohol, as always. (The doctors have told him that he needs to stop drinking, but old habits are hard to break, especially when you have no intention of ever doing so.) The Railway Arms is deserted after work, one of the signs that Gene's era is dead and buried, and he's just a relic of the past wasting away behind a desk.
( cut for length )
Muse: Gene Hunt
Fandom: Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes
Words: 1138
Notes: All historical inaccuracies are, as always, entirely my fault.
Ten bloody years in London is more than enough for anybody. It hurts a little, coming back to Manchester, but the pain is dulled by time - time and the application of far too much alcohol, as always. (The doctors have told him that he needs to stop drinking, but old habits are hard to break, especially when you have no intention of ever doing so.) The Railway Arms is deserted after work, one of the signs that Gene's era is dead and buried, and he's just a relic of the past wasting away behind a desk.
( cut for length )
Muse: Gene Hunt
Fandom: Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes
Words: 1138
Notes: All historical inaccuracies are, as always, entirely my fault.
