Just Takin' Your Lead

Jul 12, 2010 23:09

It had been another bad night.  Though Gene was still filling his flat with second hand smoke and racing him to the bathroom each morning, his presence did not always keep the voices out like Sam had originally hoped.

They'd argued over shirts again, namely Sam's lack of taste in them.  The brown and beige stripped one was actually pretty sharp to the DI, but Gene'd found a reason to make fun of it.  Big surprise there!  As such, not on speaking terms to avoid any more broken dishes, Sam was asleep on the cot alone.

Despite their penchant for sharing the tiny bed since their one time step over the line between straight men and lovers, the two had not done much of anything more physically intimate than a good snuggle courtesy of Mister Sam Tyler who could not help himself.  This was mostly do to the discomfort Sam had felt from their last attempt at intimacy, though the tearing and bruising from the coupling had just about healed.

So, alone, Gene was not there to kick Sam from his habit of dreaming of little blond girls and clown dolls come to taunt him for being worthless.  Sam Tyler woke up screaming in the dead of night, and half of the building, no doubt, woke up with him.
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