Fic: The Kept Man (18/40), brown cortina, dakfinv
Title: The Kept Man (18/40)
Author: dak
Word Count: 831 this part; [33,773 overall]
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, swearing
Spoilers: 1.04, 1.05, 1.07, 2.08
Pairing: Sam/Warren, Sam/Gene
Summary: AU. Sam woke up with amnesia when he landed in 1973, able to only remember his name, and ended up in the grasp of Stephen Warren. When he and Gene Hunt finally cross paths it starts a chain of events that will either save Sam or damn him.
A/N: From an idea from talcat given via culf . Really short part, I know, but I'm super busy today and I still wanted to make sure I got something posted. Please enjoy!
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Gene could see it in his eyes. Sam had never seen this man before in his life. At least, he couldn’t remember having ever seen this man in his life. This Morgan, in his too tight suit and neatly trimmed moustache, even the way he had his neatly folded coat draped over his left arm, everything about him irked Gene, hit every annoyance button he had.
What bothered him more, what set off the warning bells and caused him to ignore his own irritation, was the way he was looking at Sam. This Morgan, he wasn’t just looking at Sam, oh no. He was clinically analyzing him. It was cold, distant, almost inhuman by Gene’s standards, because if Gene had suddenly found one of his missing officers alive and semi-well after being missing for several months, the last thing he would ever be was cold.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan, was it?” Sam kept his distance but didn’t cower. “I don’t think we’ve ever met. Well, I don’t remember us having ever met. I’m not...everything’s still...” He started to flounder and glanced at Gene for support.
“Have you sustained some sort of injury, DI Tyler?” His voice contained a reflection of concern but not the true emotion itself.
Sam rubbed the back of his head. “Uhm...it’s complicated, really, but--”
“Yes.” Gene finished for him.
Morgan stared at Gene as if seeing him for the first time. “And you are?”
“Sam’s DCI. Had a minor car crash on ‘is way in. Bump on the head. Daft git ‘asn’t been right since, eh Sammy-boy?” Gene pat him firmly on the back, slowly pushing him towards the bullpen door. “Still, he has his uses.”
Sam shrugged off his arm with annoyance but took the hint and kept slowly inching towards the door. “Yeah.”
“Sam,” Morgan gave Gene a forced smile then turned his head to the DI. “You’ve been off the radar for months. We’ve been so worried--”
“Sounds like it,” Gene muttered.
Morgan kept the smile plastered on his face as he closed his eyes, made sure Gene was finished, then reopened them to finish addressing Sam. “We really need to sit down for your debriefing and a reappraisal--”
“Can it wait?” Sam cut him off before Gene had the chance. Off Morgan’s agitated expression, the newly discovered Inspector quickly continued. “Until later this evening. When I’m finished my shift? If that’s alright with you DCI Hunt? We have a heavy case load right now and I shouldn’t allow myself to be...distracted...from...that...” Sam started well but finished weakly. Still it was apparently good enough for Morgan.
“Alright then, Sam. If you’re sure you’re alright.” Morgan’s eyes flickered towards Gene then settled back on Tyler. “I’ll meet you in reception at five? Five-thirty?”
Sam nodded.
“Good.” Morgan forced another smile and placed a stiff arm on his supposed DI’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay, Sam. We were so worried.”
Gene hoped Sam wasn’t falling for that plain lie.
“Thank you. Sir.”
Morgan nodded his head so quickly, the movement was nearly imperceptible, then marched back towards the lift.
“Your DCI, eh? Real charmer, that one. Ring any bells?”
Sam was watching Morgan leave, staring into him intently as if he were trying to fabricate a memory of the man which clearly did not exist. “No. Not really. But hardly anything is able to trigger what I think are memories.”
“What are you triggers, then?” Gene hadn’t meant for the sentence to be misconstrued but it obviously was as Sam blushed and refused to answer. “I don’t trust him, Sam.”
“You don’t trust anyone.”
“I trust my team. And how would you know if I trusted anyone or not?”
Sam shrugged.
“I’m comin’ with you tonight.”
“He’s a DCI. I think I’ll be fine.”
“He says he’s a DCI. He also said he was going to ‘de-brief’ and ‘reapprise’ you, both of which sound like the sorta things you’re trying to give up.”
“Reappraise. And you just said you were going to ‘come with me tonight’ so I suggest you check your own semiotics before judging his. Look, if we go anywhere other than the station, I’ll let you know. There are some things I can do on my own. Now, do you actually have any cases or do you spend all your time arresting ex-rent boys?”
“If you can’t remember being a copper, what makes you think you can actually work a case?”
“Even if I wasn’t,” Sam looked through the blinds to watch the impromptu game of football which had sprung up in their absence. “Don’t think it takes a degree in criminal justice to out-police this lot.”
“That’s my team you’re talkin’ about there, Tyler.”
“Thought you said it was my team.”
“I liked you better when you were cryin’,” Gene grumbled as he finally pushed open the doors, his presence immediately halting the game. He heard Sam padding along behind. Right, then, it was time to see what this boy could do.
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Part 19
Author: dak
Word Count: 831 this part; [33,773 overall]
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, swearing
Spoilers: 1.04, 1.05, 1.07, 2.08
Pairing: Sam/Warren, Sam/Gene
Summary: AU. Sam woke up with amnesia when he landed in 1973, able to only remember his name, and ended up in the grasp of Stephen Warren. When he and Gene Hunt finally cross paths it starts a chain of events that will either save Sam or damn him.
A/N: From an idea from talcat given via culf . Really short part, I know, but I'm super busy today and I still wanted to make sure I got something posted. Please enjoy!
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Gene could see it in his eyes. Sam had never seen this man before in his life. At least, he couldn’t remember having ever seen this man in his life. This Morgan, in his too tight suit and neatly trimmed moustache, even the way he had his neatly folded coat draped over his left arm, everything about him irked Gene, hit every annoyance button he had.
What bothered him more, what set off the warning bells and caused him to ignore his own irritation, was the way he was looking at Sam. This Morgan, he wasn’t just looking at Sam, oh no. He was clinically analyzing him. It was cold, distant, almost inhuman by Gene’s standards, because if Gene had suddenly found one of his missing officers alive and semi-well after being missing for several months, the last thing he would ever be was cold.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Morgan, was it?” Sam kept his distance but didn’t cower. “I don’t think we’ve ever met. Well, I don’t remember us having ever met. I’m not...everything’s still...” He started to flounder and glanced at Gene for support.
“Have you sustained some sort of injury, DI Tyler?” His voice contained a reflection of concern but not the true emotion itself.
Sam rubbed the back of his head. “Uhm...it’s complicated, really, but--”
“Yes.” Gene finished for him.
Morgan stared at Gene as if seeing him for the first time. “And you are?”
“Sam’s DCI. Had a minor car crash on ‘is way in. Bump on the head. Daft git ‘asn’t been right since, eh Sammy-boy?” Gene pat him firmly on the back, slowly pushing him towards the bullpen door. “Still, he has his uses.”
Sam shrugged off his arm with annoyance but took the hint and kept slowly inching towards the door. “Yeah.”
“Sam,” Morgan gave Gene a forced smile then turned his head to the DI. “You’ve been off the radar for months. We’ve been so worried--”
“Sounds like it,” Gene muttered.
Morgan kept the smile plastered on his face as he closed his eyes, made sure Gene was finished, then reopened them to finish addressing Sam. “We really need to sit down for your debriefing and a reappraisal--”
“Can it wait?” Sam cut him off before Gene had the chance. Off Morgan’s agitated expression, the newly discovered Inspector quickly continued. “Until later this evening. When I’m finished my shift? If that’s alright with you DCI Hunt? We have a heavy case load right now and I shouldn’t allow myself to be...distracted...from...that...” Sam started well but finished weakly. Still it was apparently good enough for Morgan.
“Alright then, Sam. If you’re sure you’re alright.” Morgan’s eyes flickered towards Gene then settled back on Tyler. “I’ll meet you in reception at five? Five-thirty?”
Sam nodded.
“Good.” Morgan forced another smile and placed a stiff arm on his supposed DI’s shoulder. “I’m glad you’re okay, Sam. We were so worried.”
Gene hoped Sam wasn’t falling for that plain lie.
“Thank you. Sir.”
Morgan nodded his head so quickly, the movement was nearly imperceptible, then marched back towards the lift.
“Your DCI, eh? Real charmer, that one. Ring any bells?”
Sam was watching Morgan leave, staring into him intently as if he were trying to fabricate a memory of the man which clearly did not exist. “No. Not really. But hardly anything is able to trigger what I think are memories.”
“What are you triggers, then?” Gene hadn’t meant for the sentence to be misconstrued but it obviously was as Sam blushed and refused to answer. “I don’t trust him, Sam.”
“You don’t trust anyone.”
“I trust my team. And how would you know if I trusted anyone or not?”
Sam shrugged.
“I’m comin’ with you tonight.”
“He’s a DCI. I think I’ll be fine.”
“He says he’s a DCI. He also said he was going to ‘de-brief’ and ‘reapprise’ you, both of which sound like the sorta things you’re trying to give up.”
“Reappraise. And you just said you were going to ‘come with me tonight’ so I suggest you check your own semiotics before judging his. Look, if we go anywhere other than the station, I’ll let you know. There are some things I can do on my own. Now, do you actually have any cases or do you spend all your time arresting ex-rent boys?”
“If you can’t remember being a copper, what makes you think you can actually work a case?”
“Even if I wasn’t,” Sam looked through the blinds to watch the impromptu game of football which had sprung up in their absence. “Don’t think it takes a degree in criminal justice to out-police this lot.”
“That’s my team you’re talkin’ about there, Tyler.”
“Thought you said it was my team.”
“I liked you better when you were cryin’,” Gene grumbled as he finally pushed open the doors, his presence immediately halting the game. He heard Sam padding along behind. Right, then, it was time to see what this boy could do.
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Part 19