Fic: "Sammy-girl" (Chapter 1) by Anonyma73, Brown Cortina, Sam/Gene
Title: "Sammy-girl" (Chapter 1)
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 729 words (this chapter)
Notes: So, starting to post some fic. This was the very first fic I ever wrote, back in August 2010. Here are the original notes (little did I know then... but I'm not going to change anything, it stands as it is):
Please don't hate me for turning Sam into such a girl. But it had to be done for the purposes of the story.
My first and only, I assume, Life on Mars fan fiction story, as I don't consider myself a writer. I just had these thoughts in my head about Sam, and since I didn't know who to ask to write this story and how, I wrote it myself. I'm not a native English speaker, thus please excuse the quite restricted range of words used. And as I said, it's my first try, so please be gentle. I also know there a quite a lot of repetitions in this story but I kept them in there deliberately as I think that's how your brain works when you're thinking about the same things again and again.
Spoilers: LoM 2.07 and 2.08, in fact you need to be familiar with those to understand the story. Kind of ignores A2A but one or two lines might be considered slight spoilers for A2A but only for those already in the know, I'd say.
Summary: Sam is thinking too much. Way too much for his own good.
Set around LoM 2.07 and 2.08.
Disclaimer: LoM isn't mine but the BBC's/Kudos' I'm just having a little fun with Sam and Gene.
I directly borrowed some lines from LoM 2.08, I have to admit.
When he had come home to his ruddy flat and found the door kicked open once again, Gene waiting inside for him, he had somehow been surprised. But also...delighted? Proud? Relieved? Somehow, he had taken great comfort in the thought that Gene had come to him, his deputy, his friend, in this time of need. Although his faith in his guv had slightly wavered over the course of the day, he had kept that thought tucked up in his mind, had tried not to show his concern and slight mistrust. Somehow he couldn't imagine Gene being a murderer. His gut feeling told him that he wasn't...but the evidence seemed to pile up against him. Straight thinking and not as much in touch with his feelings as everyone suggested, he tried had to distance himself from his feelings for his DCI. Be professional... Wait, his feelings? For his neanderthal DCI? Feelings???
Sam wondered where this thought had come from. He had never had any homosexual urges, in fact, there had never been any animalistic urges in his life for...ages? He was a professional, he did his job which he loved and which was important to him but didn't allow for any feelings, and in his private life he had lived in a settled relationship with Maya for several years now. The passion had faded quickly and the routine had set in, with the both of them being together night and day, at home and at work, knowing each other well enough to feel comfortable and not need anything more.
Of course, it hadn't been always like this but anything from his former life seemed so far away now. His life in the "real world"... He still wanted to go back there somehow. His brain told him it was the right thing to do, the only thing to do. Although he enjoyed being in 1973 more and more. It was all much easier back then. Back then? No, there was no time travel. There couldn't be. He was in a coma and nothing in this world was real. Nobody in this world was real. He just imagined this. All the people here were only thoughts in his head, they didn't exist. HE didn't exist. Although Sam had no idea how he could ever have dreamt up someone like Gene Hunt.
So when he found himself in his flat with his fugitive DCI as an unexpected roommate, he wondered what all this was about. Gene needed his help, as the strange voice on the phone had advised him earlier. Who was it that kept calling him? And how did he know?
"Oy, Tyler!," a voice shouted into his train of thoughts as fingers snapped in front of his nose. "You've been dreaming again with your eyes open?"
Sam straightened his back and looked into those green eyes watching him closely. No, Gene couldn't be a murderer, he would never believe it. And he would prove it. Somehow. Tomorrow.
Sam prepared a makeshift bed for himself on the floor and graciously offered Gene the bed which he had made up with fresh linen. His mum always had told him to offer guests all the comfort possible. Well, there wasn't much to offer in this flat of his but he was prepared to make some sacrifices. And much more important, he just knew that Gene would in any case claim the bed for himself even if he didn't offer.
Sam heard screams and voices shouting for him, for help. He heard Annie and the rest of the team fighting, being attacked, shot at. He woke up screaming, waking Gene from his sleep which seemed to have been deep and unperturbed up to then. Sam had been laying awake for half the night before finally falling asleep, thinking. Thinking about the world he was in. Could it be real? Could any of this be real? Strangely, the Test Card Girl had not shown but he was sure she just stayed away because he had not been alone in his flat. That she had not dared to come to him when he had a guest. He felt strangely relieved - Gene's presence had protected him from his nightly visitor. He had a stray thought of feeling protected, secure. By this bear of a man who just by being there had stopped this recurring nightmare of his.
Chapter 2: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2240296.html
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 729 words (this chapter)
Notes: So, starting to post some fic. This was the very first fic I ever wrote, back in August 2010. Here are the original notes (little did I know then... but I'm not going to change anything, it stands as it is):
Please don't hate me for turning Sam into such a girl. But it had to be done for the purposes of the story.
My first and only, I assume, Life on Mars fan fiction story, as I don't consider myself a writer. I just had these thoughts in my head about Sam, and since I didn't know who to ask to write this story and how, I wrote it myself. I'm not a native English speaker, thus please excuse the quite restricted range of words used. And as I said, it's my first try, so please be gentle. I also know there a quite a lot of repetitions in this story but I kept them in there deliberately as I think that's how your brain works when you're thinking about the same things again and again.
Spoilers: LoM 2.07 and 2.08, in fact you need to be familiar with those to understand the story. Kind of ignores A2A but one or two lines might be considered slight spoilers for A2A but only for those already in the know, I'd say.
Summary: Sam is thinking too much. Way too much for his own good.
Set around LoM 2.07 and 2.08.
Disclaimer: LoM isn't mine but the BBC's/Kudos' I'm just having a little fun with Sam and Gene.
I directly borrowed some lines from LoM 2.08, I have to admit.
When he had come home to his ruddy flat and found the door kicked open once again, Gene waiting inside for him, he had somehow been surprised. But also...delighted? Proud? Relieved? Somehow, he had taken great comfort in the thought that Gene had come to him, his deputy, his friend, in this time of need. Although his faith in his guv had slightly wavered over the course of the day, he had kept that thought tucked up in his mind, had tried not to show his concern and slight mistrust. Somehow he couldn't imagine Gene being a murderer. His gut feeling told him that he wasn't...but the evidence seemed to pile up against him. Straight thinking and not as much in touch with his feelings as everyone suggested, he tried had to distance himself from his feelings for his DCI. Be professional... Wait, his feelings? For his neanderthal DCI? Feelings???
Sam wondered where this thought had come from. He had never had any homosexual urges, in fact, there had never been any animalistic urges in his life for...ages? He was a professional, he did his job which he loved and which was important to him but didn't allow for any feelings, and in his private life he had lived in a settled relationship with Maya for several years now. The passion had faded quickly and the routine had set in, with the both of them being together night and day, at home and at work, knowing each other well enough to feel comfortable and not need anything more.
Of course, it hadn't been always like this but anything from his former life seemed so far away now. His life in the "real world"... He still wanted to go back there somehow. His brain told him it was the right thing to do, the only thing to do. Although he enjoyed being in 1973 more and more. It was all much easier back then. Back then? No, there was no time travel. There couldn't be. He was in a coma and nothing in this world was real. Nobody in this world was real. He just imagined this. All the people here were only thoughts in his head, they didn't exist. HE didn't exist. Although Sam had no idea how he could ever have dreamt up someone like Gene Hunt.
So when he found himself in his flat with his fugitive DCI as an unexpected roommate, he wondered what all this was about. Gene needed his help, as the strange voice on the phone had advised him earlier. Who was it that kept calling him? And how did he know?
"Oy, Tyler!," a voice shouted into his train of thoughts as fingers snapped in front of his nose. "You've been dreaming again with your eyes open?"
Sam straightened his back and looked into those green eyes watching him closely. No, Gene couldn't be a murderer, he would never believe it. And he would prove it. Somehow. Tomorrow.
Sam prepared a makeshift bed for himself on the floor and graciously offered Gene the bed which he had made up with fresh linen. His mum always had told him to offer guests all the comfort possible. Well, there wasn't much to offer in this flat of his but he was prepared to make some sacrifices. And much more important, he just knew that Gene would in any case claim the bed for himself even if he didn't offer.
Sam heard screams and voices shouting for him, for help. He heard Annie and the rest of the team fighting, being attacked, shot at. He woke up screaming, waking Gene from his sleep which seemed to have been deep and unperturbed up to then. Sam had been laying awake for half the night before finally falling asleep, thinking. Thinking about the world he was in. Could it be real? Could any of this be real? Strangely, the Test Card Girl had not shown but he was sure she just stayed away because he had not been alone in his flat. That she had not dared to come to him when he had a guest. He felt strangely relieved - Gene's presence had protected him from his nightly visitor. He had a stray thought of feeling protected, secure. By this bear of a man who just by being there had stopped this recurring nightmare of his.
Chapter 2: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2240296.html