Drabble: Acceptance, (slight Sam/Gene, White Cortina), danae_b
Title: Acceptance
Author: danae-b
Rating: White Cortina (post 2x08)
Pairing: slight Sam/Gene
Word Count: 100 words
Notes: I did an angsty sentence meme over at my tumblr -- this was written for little_cello, the prompt having been Sam/Gene, 'What happened doesn't change anything.'. This was my first attempt at her fill, and it... it didn't work out the way I wanted it too. I still like it a whole lot so I'm posting it here.
Beta by talkingtothesky. ♥ Fourth of eight fills, I'll be posting them all over the next week or so the next few weeks.
Post 2x08, pseudo-angsty fluff.
Summary: Everyone makes mistakes.
'What happened doesn't change anything,' Gene says, and Sam wants to believe him. 'Accidents happen, you know? We all screw up, sometimes... doesn't mean you're not a good copper.'
He nods, can't bring himself to look at his Guv. Looking at him would mean admitting something, and whatever that something is, it's not ready to be named. 'Thanks,' he says, and that seems a safe enough (and easy enough) response.
'Anyhow...' Warm fingers, callused, brush across the back of his hand. 'Anyhow, you came back. Couldn't ask for more.'
Sam looks at him, sees his acceptance, and smiles in relief.
Author: danae-b
Rating: White Cortina (post 2x08)
Pairing: slight Sam/Gene
Word Count: 100 words
Notes: I did an angsty sentence meme over at my tumblr -- this was written for little_cello, the prompt having been Sam/Gene, 'What happened doesn't change anything.'. This was my first attempt at her fill, and it... it didn't work out the way I wanted it too. I still like it a whole lot so I'm posting it here.
Beta by talkingtothesky. ♥ Fourth of eight fills, I'll be posting them all over the next week or so the next few weeks.
Post 2x08, pseudo-angsty fluff.
Summary: Everyone makes mistakes.
'What happened doesn't change anything,' Gene says, and Sam wants to believe him. 'Accidents happen, you know? We all screw up, sometimes... doesn't mean you're not a good copper.'
He nods, can't bring himself to look at his Guv. Looking at him would mean admitting something, and whatever that something is, it's not ready to be named. 'Thanks,' he says, and that seems a safe enough (and easy enough) response.
'Anyhow...' Warm fingers, callused, brush across the back of his hand. 'Anyhow, you came back. Couldn't ask for more.'
Sam looks at him, sees his acceptance, and smiles in relief.