First time posting fic
TITLE: Life In Manchester
AUTHOR: Ozfroggirl
FANDOM: Life on Mars
RATING: White Cortina. Just some random silliness with possibly some Sam/Gene if you squint
WORD COUNT: 354
AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first attempt at a fic in any fandom. Just a rather silly thought that came in my head after watching to much English television in a short period of time. Hope it's not to bad. :)
DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine - see the BBC and Kudos for that. No harm meant and I'm not getting rich off this.
It’s dark outside. Everyone has gone home. DCI Gene Hunt is sitting alone in his office with a glass of whiskey. A glance at the clock lets him know exactly how late it is. With a sigh he decides it must be time to pack up and go home - or at least see if the others are still at the pub.
He stands up, grabs his jacket and swallows down the last bit of whiskey from the glass. Upon exiting his office he notices he’s not as alone as he thought he was. Across the other side of the room DI Sam Tyler is slumped over his desk.
“What are you still doing here?” Gene bellows.
Sam raises his head, a quizzical look on his face. It’s almost as if he’s trying to decide if Gene means here in the office or here in 1973.
He gets up from his chair and starts singing - all the while moving slowly across the room towards Gene.
Here I am, waiting for a sign,
I never seem to know if you want me in your life,
Where do I stand, I just don't know
I never feel I know you
'Cause you blow hot and you blow cold,
It seems I've grown attached, though we're not the perfect match
I just can't explain
Should I stay
Should I go
Could I ever really stand to let you go
Can you now find the right words to say
That maybe I'm getting in your way
Sam is standing just inches from Gene. He looks up and his eyes meet with Gene's. The two of them calmly and without words, lock hands and calmly start to waltz around the desks in the ever smoky CID office.
Sam wakes with a start. A quick glace assures him that he's still lying on that godawful 1973 bed of his and not at the office. With a quick shake of his head and the strange dream already fading Sam soon finds himself drifting off into what he can only think off as sleep, however peaceful it may or may not be.
- end
Also I've made up a few wallpapers in Photoshop if anyone wants them. All are 1024 x 768 and no credit is necessary. :)
Test Card Girl
We're The Force
Random Images
Sam & Gene
What It Means To Be Sam
AUTHOR: Ozfroggirl
FANDOM: Life on Mars
RATING: White Cortina. Just some random silliness with possibly some Sam/Gene if you squint
WORD COUNT: 354
AUTHOR'S NOTES: My first attempt at a fic in any fandom. Just a rather silly thought that came in my head after watching to much English television in a short period of time. Hope it's not to bad. :)
DISCLAIMER: None of this is mine - see the BBC and Kudos for that. No harm meant and I'm not getting rich off this.
It’s dark outside. Everyone has gone home. DCI Gene Hunt is sitting alone in his office with a glass of whiskey. A glance at the clock lets him know exactly how late it is. With a sigh he decides it must be time to pack up and go home - or at least see if the others are still at the pub.
He stands up, grabs his jacket and swallows down the last bit of whiskey from the glass. Upon exiting his office he notices he’s not as alone as he thought he was. Across the other side of the room DI Sam Tyler is slumped over his desk.
“What are you still doing here?” Gene bellows.
Sam raises his head, a quizzical look on his face. It’s almost as if he’s trying to decide if Gene means here in the office or here in 1973.
He gets up from his chair and starts singing - all the while moving slowly across the room towards Gene.
Here I am, waiting for a sign,
I never seem to know if you want me in your life,
Where do I stand, I just don't know
I never feel I know you
'Cause you blow hot and you blow cold,
It seems I've grown attached, though we're not the perfect match
I just can't explain
Should I stay
Should I go
Could I ever really stand to let you go
Can you now find the right words to say
That maybe I'm getting in your way
Sam is standing just inches from Gene. He looks up and his eyes meet with Gene's. The two of them calmly and without words, lock hands and calmly start to waltz around the desks in the ever smoky CID office.
Sam wakes with a start. A quick glace assures him that he's still lying on that godawful 1973 bed of his and not at the office. With a quick shake of his head and the strange dream already fading Sam soon finds himself drifting off into what he can only think off as sleep, however peaceful it may or may not be.
- end
Also I've made up a few wallpapers in Photoshop if anyone wants them. All are 1024 x 768 and no credit is necessary. :)
Test Card Girl
We're The Force
Random Images
Sam & Gene
What It Means To Be Sam
