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Title: On The Road Again
Spoilers: none
Rating: Green Cortina for a little bad language
Summary: Maya is concerned for Gene's health. Really :)
A/N: This was a scene from a series I wrote called Off The Road, where Gene travels to the future and has to work with Maya (don't worry, you don't need to have read it to understand this fic :) ). I had really wanted to put it in, but didn't have any room for it. After the sports challenge came out, I considered writing something about golf, or maybe tiddlywinks, but when Andromeda came out with A Game of Two Halves
I was inspired to think outside the box. Enjoy! :)
'You know what we have where I come from?' Gene said to Maya as they swept on down the road in her car. She let out a small sigh.
'No sir, what? Hot and cold running prostitutes? Confessions you can buy for a pence?'
He scowled. 'Oh you're a real comedian you are. You're my Eric bloody Idle.'
She stuck her tongue out at him, but he ignored her.
'As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, you know what we have where I come from?'
She sighed again. It was now clear to her that until she answered his question he was going to whinge at her the whole rest of the ride.
'No sir, why don't you tell me, I'm just agog with excitement.'
The DCI leered at her. 'Easy there darlin', I'm a married man.'
Ooooh that bastard! She opened her mouth to speak but Gene just nattered on. 'We've got fags.'
'What, you mean gays sir? You shouldn't say-'
Gene blew out a breath in frustration. 'No you daft bird, CI-GA-RETTES.' he said, enunciating each word for her in an extremely patronizing fashion.
'Since I've got here the only smoke I've had is what you've blown up my arse. So next chance we get, we're going to stop and get some Marlboro's or sommat, got it!'
Maya gritted her teeth. 'Sir-'
Gene gave her a smug Cheshire grin.
'Oh, an' since I'm your superior officer an all, you can buy them for me, all right? Super!'
Her jaw droped open. The...utter...nerve!
Maya looked straight ahead, determined to keep on driving, even if it meant Gene trying to toss her out the window for not stopping.
She wasn't about to have him stink up her motor with nicotine and tobacco.
Although....
She carefully kept the smirk off her face as an idea formed in her head.
'ROY!?!'
Maya smothered a giggle and turned around, her face a mask of concern. 'Sir?'
The man stabed his finger in her face, veins popping out all over from the force of his anger. 'What the HELL do you think you're playing at!'
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. 'Sorry sir?'
He shoved a packet of cigarettes in her face. 'Can you kindly read me what is written on the label here DI Roy?' he said in a low threatening voice.
'Marlboro Lights?'
'The other thing officer.' he growled. Oh if looks could kill....
Trying not to laugh, Maya complied. 'Smoking causes sexual impotence.'
Gene threw up his hands. 'Impotence! Impotence!! What are trying to do to me reputation?!'
He chucked the packet in the nearest bin in with disgust. Unable to hold back any longer, Maya threw back her head and laughed.
'Oh yeah that's right, have a good chuckle. You should have a bit more bleeding respect!'
But this just made her laugh even more, doubling over as she snickered and wheezed, hands tightly gripping her shaking sides. She looked up to see Gene standing there like a sulky boy little, hands shoved grumpily into his pockets.
'You think this is funny? This some sort of game to you? "Drive Your Superior Officer to Horribly Murder His DI"?!'
Maya managed to just barely get her laughter under control. 'Oh no sir, driving you crazy isn't a game to me.'
She gave him an evil grin. 'It's a sport.'
Gene rolled his eyes in disgust as Maya continued to chortle.
'S'not funny.' he grumbled, even corners of his mouth started to twitch upwards.
Spoilers: none
Rating: Green Cortina for a little bad language
Summary: Maya is concerned for Gene's health. Really :)
A/N: This was a scene from a series I wrote called Off The Road, where Gene travels to the future and has to work with Maya (don't worry, you don't need to have read it to understand this fic :) ). I had really wanted to put it in, but didn't have any room for it. After the sports challenge came out, I considered writing something about golf, or maybe tiddlywinks, but when Andromeda came out with A Game of Two Halves
I was inspired to think outside the box. Enjoy! :)
'You know what we have where I come from?' Gene said to Maya as they swept on down the road in her car. She let out a small sigh.
'No sir, what? Hot and cold running prostitutes? Confessions you can buy for a pence?'
He scowled. 'Oh you're a real comedian you are. You're my Eric bloody Idle.'
She stuck her tongue out at him, but he ignored her.
'As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, you know what we have where I come from?'
She sighed again. It was now clear to her that until she answered his question he was going to whinge at her the whole rest of the ride.
'No sir, why don't you tell me, I'm just agog with excitement.'
The DCI leered at her. 'Easy there darlin', I'm a married man.'
Ooooh that bastard! She opened her mouth to speak but Gene just nattered on. 'We've got fags.'
'What, you mean gays sir? You shouldn't say-'
Gene blew out a breath in frustration. 'No you daft bird, CI-GA-RETTES.' he said, enunciating each word for her in an extremely patronizing fashion.
'Since I've got here the only smoke I've had is what you've blown up my arse. So next chance we get, we're going to stop and get some Marlboro's or sommat, got it!'
Maya gritted her teeth. 'Sir-'
Gene gave her a smug Cheshire grin.
'Oh, an' since I'm your superior officer an all, you can buy them for me, all right? Super!'
Her jaw droped open. The...utter...nerve!
Maya looked straight ahead, determined to keep on driving, even if it meant Gene trying to toss her out the window for not stopping.
She wasn't about to have him stink up her motor with nicotine and tobacco.
Although....
She carefully kept the smirk off her face as an idea formed in her head.
'ROY!?!'
Maya smothered a giggle and turned around, her face a mask of concern. 'Sir?'
The man stabed his finger in her face, veins popping out all over from the force of his anger. 'What the HELL do you think you're playing at!'
She bit her lip, trying not to laugh. 'Sorry sir?'
He shoved a packet of cigarettes in her face. 'Can you kindly read me what is written on the label here DI Roy?' he said in a low threatening voice.
'Marlboro Lights?'
'The other thing officer.' he growled. Oh if looks could kill....
Trying not to laugh, Maya complied. 'Smoking causes sexual impotence.'
Gene threw up his hands. 'Impotence! Impotence!! What are trying to do to me reputation?!'
He chucked the packet in the nearest bin in with disgust. Unable to hold back any longer, Maya threw back her head and laughed.
'Oh yeah that's right, have a good chuckle. You should have a bit more bleeding respect!'
But this just made her laugh even more, doubling over as she snickered and wheezed, hands tightly gripping her shaking sides. She looked up to see Gene standing there like a sulky boy little, hands shoved grumpily into his pockets.
'You think this is funny? This some sort of game to you? "Drive Your Superior Officer to Horribly Murder His DI"?!'
Maya managed to just barely get her laughter under control. 'Oh no sir, driving you crazy isn't a game to me.'
She gave him an evil grin. 'It's a sport.'
Gene rolled his eyes in disgust as Maya continued to chortle.
'S'not funny.' he grumbled, even corners of his mouth started to twitch upwards.