Life on Mars - Sam/Annie
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Title: Dance
Pairing: Sam/Annie
Summary: Sam and Annie share a quiet dance.
Rating: Wholesomely G.
Spoiler Warnings: Episode 6
Word Count: 629
Disclaimer: Annie, Sam and Life on Mars belong to t'Beeb. Fear of TV License and toy-stomping stops me from stealing.
Notes: Just an itty bitty ficlet for V-Day. My first Sam/Annie - and if possible I'm even more worried about writing Annie than writing Gene. And even though this is about Sam and Annie I stikk can't help adding in the other fellas.
That’s why, when they finally get out of the Gazette offices, she tells him to enjoy things for once. And the smile on his face in the pub is enough to make think that maybe he is.
Annie knew that she liked Sam too much. He was crazy and strange and unlike anyone she had ever met. He was one of the few men that could convince the Guv not to do something when he was dead set on it. DC Skelton followed him around like a puppy and DS Carling couldn’t stand him. That made him remarkable.
Annie had made a promise to herself to not get involved with anyone at work - not that there was anyone that should get involved with. Even if Chris could be cute sometimes. Ray’s moustache worried her and the Guv was too boorish.
Sam though, Sam was different. Sam was a breath of fresh air into the stale nick and Annie almost loved him for it.
She desperately wanted him to stop obsessing over this ‘future’ he’d told her about - it only seemed to be hurting him more and more. And he was making so many enemies with his style of policing that she worried about him more and more each day.
That’s why, when they finally get out of the Gazette offices, she tells him to enjoy things for once. And the smile on his face in the pub is enough to make think that maybe he is.
The celebrations of a job well done go on for hours. Chris falls asleep in the middle of a conversation with Ray and Ray just shakes his head at the young DC. Hunt holds forth loudly about any topic of conversation that gets laid before him until there’s no-one left to talk to. Sam finds Annie in the corner, where she’s nursed her drink for the past hour, and sits down.
“You’re right, you know,” he says as he sits, “I should enjoy this - I’m alive. You’re alive. Even the Guv’s alive”
“It was a good day,” Annie says, quietly, smiling at Sam over her glass.
“Do you want to dance?” Sam asks her, smiling back.
“There’s no music,” Annie says, giving him her best ‘you’re-acting-mad’ look.
“Don’t need music to dance,” Sam says and he stands up with a hand extended, “Come on”
Sam looks at her expectantly and Annie takes his hand, shaking her head as she does so.
“You’re mad, you know that?” Annie asks him as he puts a hand on her waist and grips her other hand gently.
“Aren’t we all?” he asks with a stupid smile and Annie laughs.
“I feel stupid,” she says as he begins to move her to some music only he can hear.
“Don’t,” Sam says, “Just go with me”
Annie looks at him and smiles again. She can’t stop smiling when she’s around Sam - he has such a nice smile. A low wolf-whistle sounds, that’s Ray and over Sam’s shoulder she sees Hunt draw himself up on his stool.
“Save us a turn, Sam,” Hunt says as he lights another cigarette.
“Don’t think so, Guv,” Sam says, turning Annie so her back is to the bar. Annie hears Hunt sniff and drops her head to hide her laughter.
“What?” Sam asks her as she raises her head again.
“It’s nothin’,” Annie says, “Just you…you’ve changed everything”
“Good or bad?” Sam asks softly.
“I’m not sure yet,” Annie says, “I’ll let you know in five years”
Sam’s face alters for a moment and Annie curses herself for saying something like that. Then it resolves back into his broad smile.
“That’s good enough for me,” he says, pulling her a little closer.
Annie rests her head on Sam’s chest and knows that she likes him too much. He’s sweet and funny and good at his job. And, more to the point, he lets Annie be who she wants to be and doesn’t push.
Annie sighs and resolves to make this work.
Title: Dance
Pairing: Sam/Annie
Summary: Sam and Annie share a quiet dance.
Rating: Wholesomely G.
Spoiler Warnings: Episode 6
Word Count: 629
Disclaimer: Annie, Sam and Life on Mars belong to t'Beeb. Fear of TV License and toy-stomping stops me from stealing.
Notes: Just an itty bitty ficlet for V-Day. My first Sam/Annie - and if possible I'm even more worried about writing Annie than writing Gene. And even though this is about Sam and Annie I stikk can't help adding in the other fellas.
That’s why, when they finally get out of the Gazette offices, she tells him to enjoy things for once. And the smile on his face in the pub is enough to make think that maybe he is.
Annie knew that she liked Sam too much. He was crazy and strange and unlike anyone she had ever met. He was one of the few men that could convince the Guv not to do something when he was dead set on it. DC Skelton followed him around like a puppy and DS Carling couldn’t stand him. That made him remarkable.
Annie had made a promise to herself to not get involved with anyone at work - not that there was anyone that should get involved with. Even if Chris could be cute sometimes. Ray’s moustache worried her and the Guv was too boorish.
Sam though, Sam was different. Sam was a breath of fresh air into the stale nick and Annie almost loved him for it.
She desperately wanted him to stop obsessing over this ‘future’ he’d told her about - it only seemed to be hurting him more and more. And he was making so many enemies with his style of policing that she worried about him more and more each day.
That’s why, when they finally get out of the Gazette offices, she tells him to enjoy things for once. And the smile on his face in the pub is enough to make think that maybe he is.
The celebrations of a job well done go on for hours. Chris falls asleep in the middle of a conversation with Ray and Ray just shakes his head at the young DC. Hunt holds forth loudly about any topic of conversation that gets laid before him until there’s no-one left to talk to. Sam finds Annie in the corner, where she’s nursed her drink for the past hour, and sits down.
“You’re right, you know,” he says as he sits, “I should enjoy this - I’m alive. You’re alive. Even the Guv’s alive”
“It was a good day,” Annie says, quietly, smiling at Sam over her glass.
“Do you want to dance?” Sam asks her, smiling back.
“There’s no music,” Annie says, giving him her best ‘you’re-acting-mad’ look.
“Don’t need music to dance,” Sam says and he stands up with a hand extended, “Come on”
Sam looks at her expectantly and Annie takes his hand, shaking her head as she does so.
“You’re mad, you know that?” Annie asks him as he puts a hand on her waist and grips her other hand gently.
“Aren’t we all?” he asks with a stupid smile and Annie laughs.
“I feel stupid,” she says as he begins to move her to some music only he can hear.
“Don’t,” Sam says, “Just go with me”
Annie looks at him and smiles again. She can’t stop smiling when she’s around Sam - he has such a nice smile. A low wolf-whistle sounds, that’s Ray and over Sam’s shoulder she sees Hunt draw himself up on his stool.
“Save us a turn, Sam,” Hunt says as he lights another cigarette.
“Don’t think so, Guv,” Sam says, turning Annie so her back is to the bar. Annie hears Hunt sniff and drops her head to hide her laughter.
“What?” Sam asks her as she raises her head again.
“It’s nothin’,” Annie says, “Just you…you’ve changed everything”
“Good or bad?” Sam asks softly.
“I’m not sure yet,” Annie says, “I’ll let you know in five years”
Sam’s face alters for a moment and Annie curses herself for saying something like that. Then it resolves back into his broad smile.
“That’s good enough for me,” he says, pulling her a little closer.
Annie rests her head on Sam’s chest and knows that she likes him too much. He’s sweet and funny and good at his job. And, more to the point, he lets Annie be who she wants to be and doesn’t push.
Annie sighs and resolves to make this work.