Fortune Challenge by Tatlovestea
Title: When Fortune Spins Her Wheel
Author: Me :)
Rating: White
Word Count: 644
Summary: Sam's luck fluctuates. Will it ever settle?
Notes: Spoilers for 2.7 and 2.8. Unbetad so all mistakes are my own silly fault and I apologise in advance. I did proof-read! :S
Happiness, to Sam, was knowing he had saved someone. To have Gene sitting beside him, laughing and drinking, surrounded by their team, was bliss, especially as Sam had come so close to losing Gene forever. Luck had evidently been on their side when the woman had mentioned Gene’s ‘friend’ as having a bandaged hand. Fate clearly wanted to keep them together and Sam knew that he wanted that too.
Sam closed his eyes, relishing the pride he felt at being the one Gene had trusted enough to help him. It was only when Sam was in danger of losing Gene that Sam realised how much he cared for his DCI and their team. Sam thought he had found his true place in 1973, after the months of fighting everyone and rebelling against everything, Sam discovered happiness came when he embraced what fate had given him.
Then the Wheel spun.
Suddenly his fortune reversed and the team he had fought to keep together now despised him. They had discovered he was a traitor intent on eradicating Gene Hunt, the man they all respected and whom they had believed Sam respected too. To them it appeared Sam had saved his DCI only to maliciously destroy Gene himself.
Sam understood the betrayal they felt, the loss of trust, but he had no choice; it was the only chance he had to get home. Besides, they were not real. Sam wanted reality; he wanted home. He told himself that reality was all he had ever wanted and that 1973 was just a prison that had restrained his mind. Gene was a cancer and Sam wondered how he had never recognized that before.
The Wheel spun.
He was back home at last. His mother was here to soothe him; care for his needs; tell him he was going to be okay and that he was so very lucky. Such a lucky boy, she said, stroking his cheek as he lay back into his pillows, closing his eyes and smiling serenely. He had waited for so long to get back home and now, finally, he had done it. He was back with those that loved him, his mother and Aunt especially, who visited him seemingly continually, bringing fruit and flowers and DVDs, playing him his music and showing him all the messages upon his mobile phone. Sam was content. Sam was happy.
The Wheel spun again.
His reality turned cold. The world he had woken up in was not the world he had remembered it being. This world of pale blue, cold grey and sterile white, that lacked the rich and vivid kaleidoscope of 1973, was not the world he had wanted to return to. Had begged to return to. His life felt so empty in 2006 whereas 1973 had made him feel needed, wanted even.
Sam sat through endless meetings on correct judicial procedure and the ethical handling of suspects; the banality of it was almost overwhelming and Sam wanted to scream out loud that this was not what he had betrayed Annie and Gene for. Annie’s tear-stained face would haunt his nightmares at night and Sam would wake up with their screams still ringing in his ears. Sam felt numb in 2006 but all he had ever wanted was to feel alive.
The Wheel spun once more.
As the white light faded, Sam raised his gun and shot Leslie in the chest, watching as they all turned to look at him; stunned he had returned. He had saved their lives and so they accepted him back into the team and asked no questions in regards to his switching loyalties. Sam had been forgiven, though he was aware it was undeserved, but he was lucky. Lucky to have been given a second chance and a second life.
He was happy. He had saved himself.
The Wheel continued to spin.
Author: Me :)
Rating: White
Word Count: 644
Summary: Sam's luck fluctuates. Will it ever settle?
Notes: Spoilers for 2.7 and 2.8. Unbetad so all mistakes are my own silly fault and I apologise in advance. I did proof-read! :S
Happiness, to Sam, was knowing he had saved someone. To have Gene sitting beside him, laughing and drinking, surrounded by their team, was bliss, especially as Sam had come so close to losing Gene forever. Luck had evidently been on their side when the woman had mentioned Gene’s ‘friend’ as having a bandaged hand. Fate clearly wanted to keep them together and Sam knew that he wanted that too.
Sam closed his eyes, relishing the pride he felt at being the one Gene had trusted enough to help him. It was only when Sam was in danger of losing Gene that Sam realised how much he cared for his DCI and their team. Sam thought he had found his true place in 1973, after the months of fighting everyone and rebelling against everything, Sam discovered happiness came when he embraced what fate had given him.
Then the Wheel spun.
Suddenly his fortune reversed and the team he had fought to keep together now despised him. They had discovered he was a traitor intent on eradicating Gene Hunt, the man they all respected and whom they had believed Sam respected too. To them it appeared Sam had saved his DCI only to maliciously destroy Gene himself.
Sam understood the betrayal they felt, the loss of trust, but he had no choice; it was the only chance he had to get home. Besides, they were not real. Sam wanted reality; he wanted home. He told himself that reality was all he had ever wanted and that 1973 was just a prison that had restrained his mind. Gene was a cancer and Sam wondered how he had never recognized that before.
The Wheel spun.
He was back home at last. His mother was here to soothe him; care for his needs; tell him he was going to be okay and that he was so very lucky. Such a lucky boy, she said, stroking his cheek as he lay back into his pillows, closing his eyes and smiling serenely. He had waited for so long to get back home and now, finally, he had done it. He was back with those that loved him, his mother and Aunt especially, who visited him seemingly continually, bringing fruit and flowers and DVDs, playing him his music and showing him all the messages upon his mobile phone. Sam was content. Sam was happy.
The Wheel spun again.
His reality turned cold. The world he had woken up in was not the world he had remembered it being. This world of pale blue, cold grey and sterile white, that lacked the rich and vivid kaleidoscope of 1973, was not the world he had wanted to return to. Had begged to return to. His life felt so empty in 2006 whereas 1973 had made him feel needed, wanted even.
Sam sat through endless meetings on correct judicial procedure and the ethical handling of suspects; the banality of it was almost overwhelming and Sam wanted to scream out loud that this was not what he had betrayed Annie and Gene for. Annie’s tear-stained face would haunt his nightmares at night and Sam would wake up with their screams still ringing in his ears. Sam felt numb in 2006 but all he had ever wanted was to feel alive.
The Wheel spun once more.
As the white light faded, Sam raised his gun and shot Leslie in the chest, watching as they all turned to look at him; stunned he had returned. He had saved their lives and so they accepted him back into the team and asked no questions in regards to his switching loyalties. Sam had been forgiven, though he was aware it was undeserved, but he was lucky. Lucky to have been given a second chance and a second life.
He was happy. He had saved himself.
The Wheel continued to spin.