Stepfather
Title : Stepfather
Rating: White cortina
Paring: Gene/Sam, Sam/Mrs.Hunt
Disclaimer: this men belong to the BBC and Kudos
This fic is for my sweetheart beta wobble-duck
One gloomy day, Eugene and Stuart saw the man for the first time. After school, when the Hunt brothers came back home, he was there.
A fine young man in a black leather jacket, he looked slightly camp despite the awfully short haircut, he was arguing with their dad who was bellowing. The brothers waited until the fool was taken by a big punch from their dad.
Of course it happened, and next the lad suppressed the biggest man in the town, cuffed him, because the scrawny man was a copper, no, just an ordinary copper but a DCI of Manchester CID.
The boys just gaped, especially Eugene who was always wanted to be a cop. This copper was very different with the other cops whom he'd seen. But he looked professional enough, acted like he knew his job well, so Eugene could admire him, unless the scum the man caught by his flourishing action wasn't his dad and his beaten mum begged the man not to take her husband.
It was not news that Mr Hunt beat his wife and his sons, still now the 14-year old twins stopped their drunken dad from hitting their mum when they were at home as it happened. But that was the family business under their own roof. Besides naturally a decent cop didn't interfere in family stuff.
But the man showed no common sense, he just offered politely to his mum a ride to the hospital, after she turned it down, ordered a WDC to nurse her. And he took away their dad in front of their entire neighbourhood. It was very resentful and awful.
When he left their home with their dad, he looked over his shoulder as if he felt Eugene's eyes which's never left his form.
They stared each other, a moment, Eugene thought he knew the man, so did he. But how? Eugene didn't need the stupid answer, he's got his hunch.
After two years, from their childhood playground attic, Eugene saw the man walking out of his home with his mum who looked beautiful in her blue linen dress.
The man, DCI Sam Tyler was escorting their mum as if she was a princess, and he was a fucking knight.
"Gene! You bastard!"
Suddenly Stu came fling open the old door and glared his twin.
"I know you've been hiding here."
"So?"
Gene was still looking at the street which was now empty.
"So? Mum said she will remarry with the ponce! Why weren’t you there?"
Stu's voice was filled with shame and anger which was so transparent that Gene nearly envied his brother.
Without getting a response, Stu's eyes narrowed, watching closely his twin's profile which looked like frozen in there.
"You know that, don't ya?"
Course Eugene knew that because he had a natural born detective sense according to himself. He'd often seen the strange DCI in Manchester, prancing across the streets, catching criminals and ordering the other coppers, like everyone else in Manchester did.
But no one but Eugene knew the man had been dating Hunt's widow, they'd kept it secret well until now, yet they couldn't deceive Eugene who had watched the DCI closely.
Two years ago, their dad was killed falling down the stairs. Broken neck by a drunken fall, not a surprise for his neighbourhood. His wife and sons found his dead body at the same time. But only the widow cried over the dead body, because the twins were too shocked. How their dad, the strongest man could die like that? But they beat down everyone mocking their dad's absurd death. It was the duty of sons.
After a year from the funeral, she started dating the man. It hurt that Eugene had missed the moment the man had wooed his mum.
"Stop screaming like a bloody bitch! It's not my fault that you're a fool!"
Suddenly Gene screamed too, next the brothers fought striking each other mercilessly. It'd been a long time, because they thought they should have supported their widow mum, so no fighting any longer. What a stupid boys they were, apparently their mum didn't need their support when she'd got the man.
After a while, they shared a fag with bleeding lips and noses. It felt good, a fag after a fight in brothers. Eugene thought it was nothing, mum's remarriage, mum's new groom, the whole thing was nothing. Without pretending, he actually believed that, because he wanted to.
Any uncertainty he felt at that time, was gone now. He attended his mum's remarriage in City hall, didn't reject Sam Tyler's hand, even nudged Stu who's been glaring the new groom.
He was professionally cold like the man who treated Manchester scum. Well, if Sam would be mum's good new husband, O.K. then. But if he wouldn't, the Hunt brothers could kick the ponce out.
The problem was that he was really good husband, actually more than just an ordinary good husband. He brought flowers for mum, even cooked for her, surely there was no way Gene Hunt put the stuff Sam cooked into his mouth. The insane lovesick tosser went too far. What the hell any decent Mancunian guy cook wearing his wife's apron? He nearly drew the curtain for hiding the shameless scene in the kitchen under Hunt family roof.
But his mum looked happy enough. Mr. and Mrs. Tyler looked happy like a pair of lesbians. Something grasped Eugene's heart, when he saw they caressed each other as if they were Adam and Eve of Eden with nobody else around. It must have been hatred and anger for the stepfather, Eugene was sure of it. Still his mum's so bright smile which had never been shown when his dad had been alive, kept the thing away bursting out from his adolescent heart.
The man wanted to be a good father which they'd never had, for the poor boys. He didn't understand they didn't need his pity, and there was only one father for them whether the one was good or not. No wonder the man couldn't know the obvious law of Hunt family.
The Hunt twins scorned at his poor attempts for an ideal family. Why should have they play football with the pansy? Perhaps Mrs Hunt, no, now Mrs. Tyler might forget their dad, but they didn't.
But the pansy didn't know the time to give up, he was persistent, he took them to a theatre, a concert, a gym, a library (was he a copper or teacher?), and a football game too. No wonder the ponce was a United supporter and what a funny thing that he bought City mufflers for them. They accepted the mufflers because the blue things weren't guilty and despised the crude flatterer. He couldn't even be a real football fan, therefore he wasn't a real man like their father who didn't give a shit to their mum was the United fan.
Yeah, definitely he wasn't a real man, his skin looked pale and soft, even his facial hair wasn't rough and manly like their dad, his face was small even than mum's, his body was lean and lithe, he looked......exactly a pansy.
Well, to be fair, Eugene conceded that he could beat and catch criminals well. As a fucking good cop, he solved cases far better than his predecessor. Eugene saw it from both of newspapers and Manchester streets with his own eyes.
Eugene and his friends saw the man rolled above a hood of his car and sprinted across the street to chase the scum bags. (Once Charlie Baker urged him to copy the action, Eugene tried and fell down from the hood, got a bruise)
But their favourite scene was the man fought with scum bags, he avoided the punches easily, kicked and punched so cleverly, well, not a real man's way like daddy, but it was quite exciting to see that the little man knocked down the bigger bullies, and it was far more fair fight than the duel of David and Goliath.
The man's body looked not bad in his powerful action which was efficient and clean, the smooth and fast way of his body moved, drew Eugene's eyes, still remained even after he was gone as if it was branded on Eugene's eyes. The slender body's drastic and violent move made his blood boil.
But Eugene knew something his friends didn't know about the man, when he came back to home very late at night, he wasn't a good shape at all. Mum helped him to undress and have a hot bath, and tendered his bruises.
Eugene saw the black and blue body wrapped up in steam through the slightly opened bathroom door, the resolute face when he chased scum gone now, with closed eyes and slacked mouth made him look younger and vulnerable. So Eugene wanted to despise Tyler again, but he couldn't, so he despised himself, for it was easier.
Sometimes, the man was so distraught due to the horrid cases whether they were solved or not, he showed bitter anger and sorrow, mum consoled him. Eugene looked from them upstairs while they thought he slept. At first, he thought Tyler shouldn't have became a cop, if he was so delicately agonized from the crimes.
But next morning, Tyler went to his station with a straight back and bright eyes, every inch of the DCI of CID. So Eugene couldn't help thinking he was wrong, the man was a natural born policeman.
If he whimpered about crimes, because he took them deeply with strong sense of duty and responsibility. He took care of victims, fought relentlessly with criminals. The unique mix of gentleness and strength fascinated Eugene little by little, and his fierce devotion for his job influenced the boy deeply.
Therefore it wasn't easy to dislike Tyler. Stu already got along with him, because he was the only one not to mock his SF geeky taste. Surely he didn't reckon Tyler as a father, but a friend was O.K. He called him Sam now, not Tyler even when only the twins were in there.
Every Sunday afternoon, Tyler insisted they should go on a picnic, so they went to a park and had mum's Sunday special lunch. After lunch, they enjoyed Sunday afternoon nap. What a boring but peaceful Sunday. Eugene tried to break the foolish new tradition, but even with his every self-control power, he couldn't resist mum's special scones and BLT sandwiches. (not Tyler's goofy smile)
One day as he opened his eyes, he saw Tyler's sleeping face on his mum's lap, mum's hand stroked his brown hair, Tyler looked happy and peaceful. Without noticing Eugene's staring- she always did- mum bowed and kissed his comely forehead, then he was smiling with closed eyes, reflecting mum's. Their blonde and brown hair entangled, their faces were so close in the perfect harmony, it looked more intimate than their passionate kisses Eugene witnessed so many times.
They looked so beautiful together that it slashed Eugene's heart deeply. He'd ever felt this unfilled void in his heart keenly.
As dusk started to fall, they came back to home, Tyler said 'how good we have our home and family'. Saying the stupid sentimental thing, Tyler raised mum's hand which he was taking, kissed the back of the hand, and said, -"Everyone deserves to have their home."
Stu rolled his eyes whistling. But Eugene felt another thing from Tyler's happy voice, he discerned the man's loneliness easily. The man should have been very lonely and unhappy before he came to them, no, mum.
So the man was happy now, like a fool, because he hadn't felt the small and simple happiness in a long time until he met Eugene's mum.
Present happiness exposed past unhappiness, the truth spiraled in Eugene's mind, and so did another fact that he could penetrate the man well, -maybe better than his oblivious mum.
What was the man? What was his previous life? Where had he come from? Where were his family who hadn't come to their City hall marriage?
With the hundreds questions, suddenly Eugene recognised he didn't know the man well, unlike his late thought.
Once he commented he came from Hyde, and that was all Eugene knew about his past. Maybe mum knew more, something about him, which Eugene didn't know.
Eugene was so occupied with the whole things, he didn't notice they already reached out their home and he stood like a frozen jerk before the front door.
"Gene, come in!"
Even before Stu, Sam called him, to their mutual home. Startled Eugene looked up to him, met the sparkling brown eyes which were heartbreakingly beautiful.
At the moment, Eugene felt the same thing Sam had felt at past, the loneliness and sorrow.
Because he didn't belong to this home anymore. Not the family rejected him, for it was him to reject them. He couldn't be Sam's son or friend, especially mum's good son. To the three, to the people who smiled to him waiting there, he couldn't return their innocent smile. Because he was not good for them.
It was him, the betrayer of the family, not his mum or Stu. It was him, the destroyer of the family, not Sam Tyler.
Sam was right. Everyone deserves to have their home, except the one who turns down it by himself.
Rating: White cortina
Paring: Gene/Sam, Sam/Mrs.Hunt
Disclaimer: this men belong to the BBC and Kudos
This fic is for my sweetheart beta wobble-duck
One gloomy day, Eugene and Stuart saw the man for the first time. After school, when the Hunt brothers came back home, he was there.
A fine young man in a black leather jacket, he looked slightly camp despite the awfully short haircut, he was arguing with their dad who was bellowing. The brothers waited until the fool was taken by a big punch from their dad.
Of course it happened, and next the lad suppressed the biggest man in the town, cuffed him, because the scrawny man was a copper, no, just an ordinary copper but a DCI of Manchester CID.
The boys just gaped, especially Eugene who was always wanted to be a cop. This copper was very different with the other cops whom he'd seen. But he looked professional enough, acted like he knew his job well, so Eugene could admire him, unless the scum the man caught by his flourishing action wasn't his dad and his beaten mum begged the man not to take her husband.
It was not news that Mr Hunt beat his wife and his sons, still now the 14-year old twins stopped their drunken dad from hitting their mum when they were at home as it happened. But that was the family business under their own roof. Besides naturally a decent cop didn't interfere in family stuff.
But the man showed no common sense, he just offered politely to his mum a ride to the hospital, after she turned it down, ordered a WDC to nurse her. And he took away their dad in front of their entire neighbourhood. It was very resentful and awful.
When he left their home with their dad, he looked over his shoulder as if he felt Eugene's eyes which's never left his form.
They stared each other, a moment, Eugene thought he knew the man, so did he. But how? Eugene didn't need the stupid answer, he's got his hunch.
After two years, from their childhood playground attic, Eugene saw the man walking out of his home with his mum who looked beautiful in her blue linen dress.
The man, DCI Sam Tyler was escorting their mum as if she was a princess, and he was a fucking knight.
"Gene! You bastard!"
Suddenly Stu came fling open the old door and glared his twin.
"I know you've been hiding here."
"So?"
Gene was still looking at the street which was now empty.
"So? Mum said she will remarry with the ponce! Why weren’t you there?"
Stu's voice was filled with shame and anger which was so transparent that Gene nearly envied his brother.
Without getting a response, Stu's eyes narrowed, watching closely his twin's profile which looked like frozen in there.
"You know that, don't ya?"
Course Eugene knew that because he had a natural born detective sense according to himself. He'd often seen the strange DCI in Manchester, prancing across the streets, catching criminals and ordering the other coppers, like everyone else in Manchester did.
But no one but Eugene knew the man had been dating Hunt's widow, they'd kept it secret well until now, yet they couldn't deceive Eugene who had watched the DCI closely.
Two years ago, their dad was killed falling down the stairs. Broken neck by a drunken fall, not a surprise for his neighbourhood. His wife and sons found his dead body at the same time. But only the widow cried over the dead body, because the twins were too shocked. How their dad, the strongest man could die like that? But they beat down everyone mocking their dad's absurd death. It was the duty of sons.
After a year from the funeral, she started dating the man. It hurt that Eugene had missed the moment the man had wooed his mum.
"Stop screaming like a bloody bitch! It's not my fault that you're a fool!"
Suddenly Gene screamed too, next the brothers fought striking each other mercilessly. It'd been a long time, because they thought they should have supported their widow mum, so no fighting any longer. What a stupid boys they were, apparently their mum didn't need their support when she'd got the man.
After a while, they shared a fag with bleeding lips and noses. It felt good, a fag after a fight in brothers. Eugene thought it was nothing, mum's remarriage, mum's new groom, the whole thing was nothing. Without pretending, he actually believed that, because he wanted to.
Any uncertainty he felt at that time, was gone now. He attended his mum's remarriage in City hall, didn't reject Sam Tyler's hand, even nudged Stu who's been glaring the new groom.
He was professionally cold like the man who treated Manchester scum. Well, if Sam would be mum's good new husband, O.K. then. But if he wouldn't, the Hunt brothers could kick the ponce out.
The problem was that he was really good husband, actually more than just an ordinary good husband. He brought flowers for mum, even cooked for her, surely there was no way Gene Hunt put the stuff Sam cooked into his mouth. The insane lovesick tosser went too far. What the hell any decent Mancunian guy cook wearing his wife's apron? He nearly drew the curtain for hiding the shameless scene in the kitchen under Hunt family roof.
But his mum looked happy enough. Mr. and Mrs. Tyler looked happy like a pair of lesbians. Something grasped Eugene's heart, when he saw they caressed each other as if they were Adam and Eve of Eden with nobody else around. It must have been hatred and anger for the stepfather, Eugene was sure of it. Still his mum's so bright smile which had never been shown when his dad had been alive, kept the thing away bursting out from his adolescent heart.
The man wanted to be a good father which they'd never had, for the poor boys. He didn't understand they didn't need his pity, and there was only one father for them whether the one was good or not. No wonder the man couldn't know the obvious law of Hunt family.
The Hunt twins scorned at his poor attempts for an ideal family. Why should have they play football with the pansy? Perhaps Mrs Hunt, no, now Mrs. Tyler might forget their dad, but they didn't.
But the pansy didn't know the time to give up, he was persistent, he took them to a theatre, a concert, a gym, a library (was he a copper or teacher?), and a football game too. No wonder the ponce was a United supporter and what a funny thing that he bought City mufflers for them. They accepted the mufflers because the blue things weren't guilty and despised the crude flatterer. He couldn't even be a real football fan, therefore he wasn't a real man like their father who didn't give a shit to their mum was the United fan.
Yeah, definitely he wasn't a real man, his skin looked pale and soft, even his facial hair wasn't rough and manly like their dad, his face was small even than mum's, his body was lean and lithe, he looked......exactly a pansy.
Well, to be fair, Eugene conceded that he could beat and catch criminals well. As a fucking good cop, he solved cases far better than his predecessor. Eugene saw it from both of newspapers and Manchester streets with his own eyes.
Eugene and his friends saw the man rolled above a hood of his car and sprinted across the street to chase the scum bags. (Once Charlie Baker urged him to copy the action, Eugene tried and fell down from the hood, got a bruise)
But their favourite scene was the man fought with scum bags, he avoided the punches easily, kicked and punched so cleverly, well, not a real man's way like daddy, but it was quite exciting to see that the little man knocked down the bigger bullies, and it was far more fair fight than the duel of David and Goliath.
The man's body looked not bad in his powerful action which was efficient and clean, the smooth and fast way of his body moved, drew Eugene's eyes, still remained even after he was gone as if it was branded on Eugene's eyes. The slender body's drastic and violent move made his blood boil.
But Eugene knew something his friends didn't know about the man, when he came back to home very late at night, he wasn't a good shape at all. Mum helped him to undress and have a hot bath, and tendered his bruises.
Eugene saw the black and blue body wrapped up in steam through the slightly opened bathroom door, the resolute face when he chased scum gone now, with closed eyes and slacked mouth made him look younger and vulnerable. So Eugene wanted to despise Tyler again, but he couldn't, so he despised himself, for it was easier.
Sometimes, the man was so distraught due to the horrid cases whether they were solved or not, he showed bitter anger and sorrow, mum consoled him. Eugene looked from them upstairs while they thought he slept. At first, he thought Tyler shouldn't have became a cop, if he was so delicately agonized from the crimes.
But next morning, Tyler went to his station with a straight back and bright eyes, every inch of the DCI of CID. So Eugene couldn't help thinking he was wrong, the man was a natural born policeman.
If he whimpered about crimes, because he took them deeply with strong sense of duty and responsibility. He took care of victims, fought relentlessly with criminals. The unique mix of gentleness and strength fascinated Eugene little by little, and his fierce devotion for his job influenced the boy deeply.
Therefore it wasn't easy to dislike Tyler. Stu already got along with him, because he was the only one not to mock his SF geeky taste. Surely he didn't reckon Tyler as a father, but a friend was O.K. He called him Sam now, not Tyler even when only the twins were in there.
Every Sunday afternoon, Tyler insisted they should go on a picnic, so they went to a park and had mum's Sunday special lunch. After lunch, they enjoyed Sunday afternoon nap. What a boring but peaceful Sunday. Eugene tried to break the foolish new tradition, but even with his every self-control power, he couldn't resist mum's special scones and BLT sandwiches. (not Tyler's goofy smile)
One day as he opened his eyes, he saw Tyler's sleeping face on his mum's lap, mum's hand stroked his brown hair, Tyler looked happy and peaceful. Without noticing Eugene's staring- she always did- mum bowed and kissed his comely forehead, then he was smiling with closed eyes, reflecting mum's. Their blonde and brown hair entangled, their faces were so close in the perfect harmony, it looked more intimate than their passionate kisses Eugene witnessed so many times.
They looked so beautiful together that it slashed Eugene's heart deeply. He'd ever felt this unfilled void in his heart keenly.
As dusk started to fall, they came back to home, Tyler said 'how good we have our home and family'. Saying the stupid sentimental thing, Tyler raised mum's hand which he was taking, kissed the back of the hand, and said, -"Everyone deserves to have their home."
Stu rolled his eyes whistling. But Eugene felt another thing from Tyler's happy voice, he discerned the man's loneliness easily. The man should have been very lonely and unhappy before he came to them, no, mum.
So the man was happy now, like a fool, because he hadn't felt the small and simple happiness in a long time until he met Eugene's mum.
Present happiness exposed past unhappiness, the truth spiraled in Eugene's mind, and so did another fact that he could penetrate the man well, -maybe better than his oblivious mum.
What was the man? What was his previous life? Where had he come from? Where were his family who hadn't come to their City hall marriage?
With the hundreds questions, suddenly Eugene recognised he didn't know the man well, unlike his late thought.
Once he commented he came from Hyde, and that was all Eugene knew about his past. Maybe mum knew more, something about him, which Eugene didn't know.
Eugene was so occupied with the whole things, he didn't notice they already reached out their home and he stood like a frozen jerk before the front door.
"Gene, come in!"
Even before Stu, Sam called him, to their mutual home. Startled Eugene looked up to him, met the sparkling brown eyes which were heartbreakingly beautiful.
At the moment, Eugene felt the same thing Sam had felt at past, the loneliness and sorrow.
Because he didn't belong to this home anymore. Not the family rejected him, for it was him to reject them. He couldn't be Sam's son or friend, especially mum's good son. To the three, to the people who smiled to him waiting there, he couldn't return their innocent smile. Because he was not good for them.
It was him, the betrayer of the family, not his mum or Stu. It was him, the destroyer of the family, not Sam Tyler.
Sam was right. Everyone deserves to have their home, except the one who turns down it by himself.