Fic: Trust Issues, (Sam and Gene, White Cortina), danae_b
Title: Trust Issues
Author: danae-b
Rating: White Cortina (post 1x07)
Characters: Sam, Gene
Word Count: 555 words
Notes: I did an angsty sentence meme over at my tumblr -- this was written for aisforinterval, the prompt having been Sam and Gene, 'Don't trust me.'. Beta by talkingtothesky. ♥ Seventh of eight fills, almost finished!
Post 1x07.
Summary: Sam doesn't think Gene should trust him.
'Don't trust me.'
Gene blinks, turns to look across the table. The air's hazy, and Sam - sat across from him - hardly seems real. Gene supposes he could blame that on the liquor he's been downing, having got to that point where he's pleasantly buzzed - only, he's clearly not drunk enough by far.
'Why not?'
Sam shrugs, snatches up his pint. 'Just because.'
'Still think you're heading back to Hyde.'
Sam stops, glass halfway to his mouth. He nods, once, sharp and decisive. 'Yeah, that. You want to trust me, really, that's great, but... but you shouldn't. I'm not gonna be here forever.'
'Says you.'
'Yes, well, that would be the point. I just need to figure out why I'm here, and then...'
Gene downs his whisky, slams the glass down. Sam doesn't flinch, just takes a drink and watches as Gene splashes another shot into his glass. That bottle had cost a fair bit, and he's still somewhat annoyed that Sam hadn't wanted to share it.
'You're here because you're a copper, and this is your job. You also happen to be a nit-picky pain in the arse who doesn't know when to shut his mouth, which irritates the bloody hell out of me most of the time but you do mostly know how to help get things done. You fight me because you think it's the only thing you can do, but clearly some part of me appreciates the differing opinion. I don't need a team of Ray Carlings.'
There's no point adding, you can't just unmake trust - well, you can, and even though Sam is the biggest self-righteous pain that Gene's ever known, he can't think Sam capable of betrayal. No, that would break everything - and that mess with the tape? Gene had known that Rathbone wouldn't do anything. Sam's the one who had to learn things the hard way.
How is it that Sam's such a bloody good copper, but he doesn't know the rules? He'd hate to see Sam's convictions be the end of him. Expendable? Hardly.
Sam shudders, clutching at his glass before setting it down. 'Point taken.' He looks back across the gloom of the table, still as unreal as he's ever been, a hint of a smile passing over his lips. 'I can't promise I'll always be here, Guv.' He falls quiet, looks confused, really torn up by it - like he wants something and he needs to say something else, because he never can make it easy, not even on himself.
'Good - don't need you being daft and making promises you can't keep. Just don't say you're running back to Hyde tomorrow, and I really couldn't ask for more.' He does get how Sam feels, though - add enough drink in and it all becomes an emotional mess. He'd hate it if Sam wasn't there anymore, even though sometimes it's all he really wants. Doesn't mean he wants Sam to leave.
Sam huffs out a laugh, small and weary. 'I'll try.' He frowns, eyes his mostly empty pint, the spare glass that has, until now, remained untouched. 'There's always a choice.' He hesitates, doesn't meet Gene's gaze - what's the nutter going on about now? 'Does your earlier offer still stand?'
Gene finds his own reason to chuckle, shaking his head fondly as he splashes some whisky into Sam's glass. 'Always.'
Author: danae-b
Rating: White Cortina (post 1x07)
Characters: Sam, Gene
Word Count: 555 words
Notes: I did an angsty sentence meme over at my tumblr -- this was written for aisforinterval, the prompt having been Sam and Gene, 'Don't trust me.'. Beta by talkingtothesky. ♥ Seventh of eight fills, almost finished!
Post 1x07.
Summary: Sam doesn't think Gene should trust him.
'Don't trust me.'
Gene blinks, turns to look across the table. The air's hazy, and Sam - sat across from him - hardly seems real. Gene supposes he could blame that on the liquor he's been downing, having got to that point where he's pleasantly buzzed - only, he's clearly not drunk enough by far.
'Why not?'
Sam shrugs, snatches up his pint. 'Just because.'
'Still think you're heading back to Hyde.'
Sam stops, glass halfway to his mouth. He nods, once, sharp and decisive. 'Yeah, that. You want to trust me, really, that's great, but... but you shouldn't. I'm not gonna be here forever.'
'Says you.'
'Yes, well, that would be the point. I just need to figure out why I'm here, and then...'
Gene downs his whisky, slams the glass down. Sam doesn't flinch, just takes a drink and watches as Gene splashes another shot into his glass. That bottle had cost a fair bit, and he's still somewhat annoyed that Sam hadn't wanted to share it.
'You're here because you're a copper, and this is your job. You also happen to be a nit-picky pain in the arse who doesn't know when to shut his mouth, which irritates the bloody hell out of me most of the time but you do mostly know how to help get things done. You fight me because you think it's the only thing you can do, but clearly some part of me appreciates the differing opinion. I don't need a team of Ray Carlings.'
There's no point adding, you can't just unmake trust - well, you can, and even though Sam is the biggest self-righteous pain that Gene's ever known, he can't think Sam capable of betrayal. No, that would break everything - and that mess with the tape? Gene had known that Rathbone wouldn't do anything. Sam's the one who had to learn things the hard way.
How is it that Sam's such a bloody good copper, but he doesn't know the rules? He'd hate to see Sam's convictions be the end of him. Expendable? Hardly.
Sam shudders, clutching at his glass before setting it down. 'Point taken.' He looks back across the gloom of the table, still as unreal as he's ever been, a hint of a smile passing over his lips. 'I can't promise I'll always be here, Guv.' He falls quiet, looks confused, really torn up by it - like he wants something and he needs to say something else, because he never can make it easy, not even on himself.
'Good - don't need you being daft and making promises you can't keep. Just don't say you're running back to Hyde tomorrow, and I really couldn't ask for more.' He does get how Sam feels, though - add enough drink in and it all becomes an emotional mess. He'd hate it if Sam wasn't there anymore, even though sometimes it's all he really wants. Doesn't mean he wants Sam to leave.
Sam huffs out a laugh, small and weary. 'I'll try.' He frowns, eyes his mostly empty pint, the spare glass that has, until now, remained untouched. 'There's always a choice.' He hesitates, doesn't meet Gene's gaze - what's the nutter going on about now? 'Does your earlier offer still stand?'
Gene finds his own reason to chuckle, shaking his head fondly as he splashes some whisky into Sam's glass. 'Always.'