[Fic] The Creature - part 4/4
Final part! I'm so happy to have another finished fic under my belt. Let's hope that I can finish them all in this fandom.
The Creature - part 4
Author: lunadeath02
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Sam/Gene (main!), Sam/Annie, Chris/? (It’s a secret ^_~)
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: AU (very AU), attempt at humor, slash, slight het, and death of a secondary character (Beware of Phyllis!)
Notes: It being October and all, and Porntober, I figured something Halloweeny was in order. I won’t say where I got this idea from because I don’t wish to spoil it, but if anyone catches the reference, they get a cookie.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, the lovely BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
With the help of his assistants, Sam had Gene hooked up to the machine again, lying flat on his back and locked into place. He’d followed the procedure from the notes carefully and reassured Annie and Chris that everything will be fine once the operation was complete. Not totally reassured still, but doing as she was told, Annie placed the metal helmet thing on Sam’s head and then put the other one on Gene’s. The metal helmets were connected to the machine by tubes. Once things were ready, Chris was to throw the switch in the middle to start the transaction.
“Are you sure about this, Doctor?” Annie said, worry etched onto her face. “Isn’t there another way to help your crea-Gene-to regain his mental abilities?”
“There is no other way, Annie,” said Sam, sadly but in a firm tone. “I’m sorry.”
“What if something went wrong?” she said.
“Then I want you to take good care of Gene, no matter what kind of state his mind is in. Chris, I want you to take care of Annie.”
Chris looked pleased to be given this task. Annie looked wary about it, but her cheeks were pink.
“Okay, then… is the machine ready?”
“Almost, Master,” said Chris. He stared obediently at the meter and dials on the machine. “Nearly ready.”
The seconds ticked by, and Sam found he wasn’t really that scared. This was the right thing to do, he was sure of it. Annie folded her hands together as if in prayer and watched anxiously, feeling a bit helpless. The moment the machine was ready, Chris pulled the switch.
There were sparks and fizzing; the lights flickering on and off, and then the machine whistled in a high-pitch tone before slowing down. Two minutes ticked by, and then three. Liquid in which Annie had never seen before was moving back and forth within the tubes sticking out of their helmets, entering the machine and then going back again. She was no expert in the matter, but she guessed that the stuff coming into Sam wasn’t the same stuff that was coming out. She hoped that whatever it was that Sam was gaining from the monster-Gene-it wasn’t anything horrible.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging at the doors. Chris and Annie looked at each other worryingly; having a feeling they knew just who that was. Chris ran off into a corridor that Annie figured led to the front entrance, but then there was the sound of loud voices, angry and riled, coming from the room. She didn’t know what to do as she stood there, staring helplessly at Sam’s lifeless looking body.
Detective Litton, some other policemen, and some angry villagers stormed into the laboratory. They stared in horror at what was happening before them, and because they didn’t understand any of it, they began to smash and destroy the machine and anything that was nearby.
“NO!” Annie cried. “Stop it! You’ll ruin everything!!”
Litton grabbed her and pulled her back to prevent her from stopping the angry mob of people. The metal helmets were ripped off Sam and Gene’s heads, and the machine sputtered and sparked, shutting down. The angry people picked up Sam’s limp body and began to carry it away. Annie cried out and begged for them to stop, but they weren’t listening. All seemed hopeless.
“Put ‘im down, you bunch of nancy-arsed fairies!”
The villagers paused, still holding Sam in the air, and looked around.
“Who said that?” said Litton.
“I did!” bellowed Gene. “Put ‘im down, NOW!”
Scared and confused, the villagers did as they were told and put Sam back down on the table. After Annie undid the clasps around him, Gene got up. Everyone stepped back from the sheer size and weight of him. Behind this monster’s eyes was no longer a dimly lit bulb; in it held understanding and comprehension. They all stared in awe as Gene slowly walked over to stand beside the table Sam was lying on.
“You will not touch a ‘air on this man’s ‘ead, understand?”
“And just who do you think you are?” Litton demanded.
“I,” Gene growled, “am the monster!” The villagers took a step back in fear. “I am the big bastard come to life…” he looked down at Sam, “and this great, soft, girly Nancy boy gave me a part of his mind, so that I could be more civilized in my speech…” Gene snorted. “He obviously made a royal cock up on that one.”
“Well,” said Litton sheepishly. “This makes things a bit more complicating.”
“How?” Gene grumbled.
“Well, how are we going to prove now that you’re a monster? You no longer speak like one.”
“But he looks like one still,” said a villager.
“True, but he won’t be raving around and causing mischief anymore.” Litton hummed, as if in deep thought on what to do. “Ah, yes… there’s still that murder you committed when you were in jail.”
“Yeah, he’s a murderer!” shouted another villager. They others roared in agreement and raised their pitchforks and torches. When they slowly advanced on Gene again, Chris was suddenly there in front of him, arms outstretched. The villagers stopped in confusion.
“Don’t harm him!” Chris shouted, almost pleadingly. “He’s innocent now.”
“How do you figure that?” Litton said.
“Because he didn’t know what he was doing when he wasn’t in his right mind; he didn’t understand right and wrong at the time, but now he does.”
“He still killed someone,” said Litton. “And an officer at that.”
“But the officer was stupid enough to get himself killed, right? Anyway, do you really miss the guy?”
Litton stood there as if thinking it over. “Well, now that you mention it, I don’t really care that Constable Withers is dead. But, a murder is a murder, and he should be put on trial!”
The villagers were concurring, waving their weapons and torches about, obviously just being the sheep that they were. Annie came to try helping Chris with getting them all to calm down and understand their point of view, but because of Litton the villagers weren’t listening.
“Take this creature back to the station,” said Litton. He held out a pair of handcuffs for Constable Owens to put on Gene’s wrists.
“No, stop,” pleaded Annie, but they didn’t listen. Oddly, Gene didn’t fight them, and just held his hands out to be cuffed. Chris looked on with a heavy heart as Gene was being hauled away, a brave look on his face.
“Oh no, what do we do?” Annie moaned, tears filling her eyes. They both looked as one over at Sam’s prone body, and then Chris leaned over to check his heart. It was still beating and his breathing was slow.
“The Master is fine, but I wonder how much longer he’ll be out of it.”
“When he finds out about what happened to Gene, he’ll be so hurt.”
Chris started to pace. “We can’t just let them take what’s rightfully the Master’s. We need to stop them before it’s too late.”
“Yeah, but how?” said Annie.
Chris stared at the door the villagers and Gene had gone out, and then an idea suddenly hit. “They’re taking the long way to the entrance. Quick, let’s take the short cut.”
Annie followed Chris to the hidden passageway that was in the laboratory. When they reached the end, Chris tapped the usual spot on the side of the wall and they snuck out. They reached the staircase where at the top was Phyllis’ web. Chris pointed at it, and then down where he knew the villagers, Litton, and Gene would be coming out from. Annie nodded in understanding, smiling gleefully.
The moment they came out, Annie pelted a chipped off concrete rock at Litton to get his attention. He stopped, an arm on Gene’s elbow as he was escorting him out, and looked up. When he stopped, so did Gene, and he followed where Litton was looking. Annie was making a face and sticking her tongue out at them, and Chris was pulling his trousers down and mooning them.
“You wanna arrest Gene, you’re gonna have to take us with you!” said Annie.
“Why you cheeky little tart!” Litton growled. “And you,” he pointed threateningly at Chris, “you’re under arrest for harassing a police officer!”
“Come and get us then!” Chris dared bravely, not believing his own ears as he said it.
The villagers moved forward, but Litton stopped them. “No, leave them to me.” He made one of the other officers’ hold onto Gene, and then took out his nightstick and headed for Annie and Chris. As he got closer, Annie and Chris stepped back toward the giant spider web; they shared a look, nodded, and Chris stretched out a hand to where the web was.
“Don’t come any closer, sir.”
“Or else what?” smirked Litton.
“Or else I’ll destroy Phyllis’ web.”
Litton stared at them as if they’d gone insane and then laughed hysterically. “You think I should be frightened of a little spider?”
“You won’t reconsider your decision for arresting Gene?” said Chris.
“No.”
“Okay then,” said Chris, and then he tore the silky fabric of the web straight down the middle with his fingers.
When nothing happened right away, Litton looked around in amusement, and just as he let out a bark of a laugh, there was a long, piercing hiss.
“What was that?” Constable Owens whispered in horror, eyes darting back and forth as he tried to find the source. When the hissing became a horde of clicking noises, Owens jumped and started to shake badly. “Oh my god, what was that?” he squeaked, nearly wetting himself.
“That,” said Chris, “is Phyllis.”
Litton brandished his nightstick as if he were preparing to fight, but what he didn’t realize was that he had raised it too high and it was now in the possession of said spider. The moment his nightstick was taken out of his hands, Litton looked above him, and when he saw how big Phyllis was and that he could see his own reflection in all eight of her eyes, he let out a piercing scream. That scream, however, annoyed Phyllis, so she dropped the nightstick, grabbed Litton with her two front legs, and hauled him to the ceiling. He screamed all the way to the top, and everyone else stood still in either awe or fear and watched as Litton was taken away. Chris was the only one to brave movement as he stepped over to the spot where Litton had been standing only a second ago and looked up.
“Well, I warned him.”
The villagers were looking confused and scared, and for a while no one moved. Then, from the secret passageway, Sam limped out.
“What’s everyone standing around here for?”
“Sam!” cried Annie, and she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, thank heavens you’re all right!”
“Of course I am,” Sam beamed, gently prying Annie’s arms off. “So, what’s going on? What did I miss?”
Sam looked over the banister, and the moment his eyes met Gene’s, Sam smiled wide.
“Gene.”
Gene’s eyebrows rose. They stared for a considerable amount of time before Sam finally realized he had feet and quickly went down the stairs. He stopped in front of Gene, looking up in awe, and Gene looked down with a somewhat smug smile on his face.
“Why are you in handcuffs?” Sam said, gently touching them.
“That Detective Litton put them on me.”
“Where is he? He should take these off you, because you’re not going anywhere.”
Gene looked at the ceiling and Sam slowly followed his gaze.
“He’s Phyllis chow now.”
“Well,” said Detective Owens, “what should we do?”
“You leave Gene with me, that’s what you do,” said Sam. “He’s sane now, and he’s not going to hurt anyone anymore.”
A couple of villagers were going to protest, but the others, and Litton’s men, agreed that Gene should be set free.
“We never really liked Litton anyway,” explained another officer as he uncuffed Gene.
~**~
Gene punched some nonce in the face, and the nonce went down like a sack of spuds. Sam’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the brute force that Gene used.
“Dunno why you told them I won’t hurt anyone anymore,” he told Sam, dragging the criminal (whom was now out cold) behind him. “That was quite a lie.”
“How was I to know that you’d take over Litton’s place on the police force and start chasing after criminals?”
“You may be a mad scientist…” Sam snorted at the mention of being ‘mad’, “…and know all sort of smart science things, but you sure are dumb.”
“Hey!”
“I was a copper in this body’s former life, so what did you expect? Plus, I still have some of his memories in this brain of his.”
“Any chance that you are the same man?”
Gene hummed as he considered it. “You know, I’m really not sure… but at least the world has one good copper back.”
“How do you know that he was good?”
“I can just feel it, Sammy boy,” grinned Gene, patting his stomach. “It’s in my guts.”
After dropping off the nonce at the police station, Gene and Sam walked back outside to take the police car to Sam’s castle. Sam stared out the window as he thought back to what had progressed after Gene got a more sane brain. The villagers of the small town around the castle didn’t really seem to mind it at all that their police station was being run by a so-called monster. Although technically Superintendent Harry Woolf ran it, it still seemed like Gene was in charge. Sam didn’t think it mattered much about which one was in charge, because he had his suspicions that Superintendent Woolf was more like his surname than others thought. There was even a time two nights ago, when it was the full moon, that he swore he saw the Super running around outside in the woods with scarcely a thing on. Sam really didn’t want to look too further into that.
Everyone looked up to Gene. It pleased Sam to no end that something he created had gained such an incredible life. He had tried two days later after Gene became a cop to do other experiments, but something wasn’t clicking in his brain, and he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe after completing the task of bringing Gene to life was all he was meant to do, and now it was time to end his crazy experimentations and start something new, something fresh. He thought about Annie, but lately she’d been distant from him. He never asked her why, but he figured that it was none of his business.
They arrived at the castle, and Gene parked his car in the usual spot before shutting it off. Slowly, Sam got out and made his way to the castle, feeling slightly exhausted. Gene was following behind him, and before he could reach the front doors, Gene had suddenly swept him up into his arms. Sam gasped in surprise and then chuckled against Gene’s neck as he held on tight. The last time Gene showed some attraction toward him had been that night he took his virginity.
“Gene,” he said softly into his neck. He felt like kicking his feet back and forth happily, but he held himself in check; he was still a scientist after all. “Shouldn’t we get married first before you carry me over the threshold?” he teased.
“Yeah, maybe we should.”
Sam laughed nervously. “Promises, promises.”
Gene kicked the door open, which was rather a stunning feat since the door was thick and made of sturdy stuff. He carried Sam in gently, and then kicked the door shut behind him with a mighty push of his foot. He continued to carry him up the stairs, opened the secret passageway so that they didn’t disturb Phyllis’ new web, and carefully made his way toward the laboratory. When they arrived, the first thing Sam noticed when he was set on his feet was that the metal table that was usually there in the middle of the room had been raised to the top of the tower. Both he and Gene looked up at it; Gene scratched his head.
“Chris up there, then?” he asked.
“Dunno, I guess we’ll find out.”
Sam turned the wheel that controlled the platform, and slowly it came down. They’d expected to find Chris taking a kip on the metal table, like he did the other night. What they didn’t expect to see was that Annie was also on the table, and that there was only a white sheet covering them and they were sharing a cigarette. They both blushed from being caught-Annie more than Chris-but didn’t move.
“Annie?” Sam gasped.
“Hi, Sam,” said Annie, smiling in embarrassment.
“Something you kids would like to tell us?” said Gene, amused.
“Um, we like each other?” said Chris, blushing harder.
Gene understood right away and nudged him gently with a fist. “You devil, you.”
“So this is why you didn’t respond to my advances,” said Sam. “And here I thought you liked me and the attention I showed you.”
Annie sighed, somewhat aggravated. “Doctor… Sam, I knew nothing was going to happen between us even though you think you’d been pursuing me for quite a while.”
“What do you mean?” said Sam, a little agitated. “Of course there was a probability that something was going to happen between us.”
“Come on, Sam. You’re more interested in men, and you know it. You may claim yourself to being bisexual, but really your tastes lean more toward guys.”
Sam wanted to argue the fact, but then when he stopped to think about it, she was right. He didn’t know who he was fooling, really. Maybe he really was mad.
“Besides, you have Gene now,” said Annie, smiling gently, almost placating, at Sam. “And I’ve noticed the way you two act toward each other, don’t deny it.”
He couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he didn’t say anything at all. He just looked over at Gene, and Gene stared back.
“I’m still kind of confused though,” said Chris suddenly, getting Sam out of his staring contest with Gene. “Since Gene got a part of your brain, what did you get from him?”
“I don’t really know,” said Sam after thinking for a moment. “I guess that is something I’ll have to discover on my own.”
~**~
Sam’s head was heavy and he could no longer keep it up. He tried to fight it, but then he succumbed to the Sandman and his head flopped down on his arm. He was at his work desk next to the big Gene Genie making machine when he nodded off. He didn’t know how long he slept for, but then there was someone shaking his shoulder and he started awake.
“Sam, you all right?” came a worried voice.
“I was sleeping, actually,” Sam mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“You work too hard, that’s your problem. Come on, bed.”
“In a minute…” Sam shuffled around his work area, notes and small, scientific instruments. His frown was very noticable and his eyes were red.
“What’s wrong?”
Sam sighed. “It’s all a mess. It’s never been like this before, and I’ve never been so scatterbrained. It’s like I lost most of my scientific knowledge or something.”
“You’re just burnt out, that’s all. Now come to bed, before I make you.”
Sam stopped rummaging through his things and looked up at Gene, eyebrows raised. “Oh? You dare speak to your creator like that?”
“Oh, I dare,” said Gene, smirking. When Sam didn’t move, Gene lifted him up from the chair and threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing at all. Sam gasped, grunting from the force of it, but otherwise didn’t struggle. He was too tired anyway.
Gene dropped him onto their big four-poster bed and stared down at him expectantly. Sam smiled and began shedding off his clothes. Gene grinned, eyes dancing over every bit of naked flesh that Sam exposed. Then, Gene stripped also, and was on top of Sam before he could protest. Their cocks aligned together, from base to tip exactly, slippery with pre-come and throbbing. Sam looked down, and then gasped.
“What?” growled Gene when Sam halted his hips’ movements.
Sam eyes were wide as he said, “Gene…? I think I’ve discovered my next brilliant experiment!”
That next day, Sam went to work on his discovery. His miracle pill helped the unfortunate men to have a bigger penis, with no side effects. He became rich, in turn making his two assistants rich, and lived full and happy lives. With a bigger penis.
~**~
“Sam?”
“Hmmph?” Sam grumbled, trying to fall asleep after a long, hard bout of sex.
“… I want a baby.”
Sam tumbled off the side of the bed in surprise.
And even though he dismissed the idea for two weeks afterwards, he soon found himself back in his laboratory trying to concoct the perfect potion for just that reason.
The End
The Creature - part 4
Author: lunadeath02
Fandom: Life on Mars
Pairing: Sam/Gene (main!), Sam/Annie, Chris/? (It’s a secret ^_~)
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: AU (very AU), attempt at humor, slash, slight het, and death of a secondary character (Beware of Phyllis!)
Notes: It being October and all, and Porntober, I figured something Halloweeny was in order. I won’t say where I got this idea from because I don’t wish to spoil it, but if anyone catches the reference, they get a cookie.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters, the lovely BBC and Kudos does.
~**~
With the help of his assistants, Sam had Gene hooked up to the machine again, lying flat on his back and locked into place. He’d followed the procedure from the notes carefully and reassured Annie and Chris that everything will be fine once the operation was complete. Not totally reassured still, but doing as she was told, Annie placed the metal helmet thing on Sam’s head and then put the other one on Gene’s. The metal helmets were connected to the machine by tubes. Once things were ready, Chris was to throw the switch in the middle to start the transaction.
“Are you sure about this, Doctor?” Annie said, worry etched onto her face. “Isn’t there another way to help your crea-Gene-to regain his mental abilities?”
“There is no other way, Annie,” said Sam, sadly but in a firm tone. “I’m sorry.”
“What if something went wrong?” she said.
“Then I want you to take good care of Gene, no matter what kind of state his mind is in. Chris, I want you to take care of Annie.”
Chris looked pleased to be given this task. Annie looked wary about it, but her cheeks were pink.
“Okay, then… is the machine ready?”
“Almost, Master,” said Chris. He stared obediently at the meter and dials on the machine. “Nearly ready.”
The seconds ticked by, and Sam found he wasn’t really that scared. This was the right thing to do, he was sure of it. Annie folded her hands together as if in prayer and watched anxiously, feeling a bit helpless. The moment the machine was ready, Chris pulled the switch.
There were sparks and fizzing; the lights flickering on and off, and then the machine whistled in a high-pitch tone before slowing down. Two minutes ticked by, and then three. Liquid in which Annie had never seen before was moving back and forth within the tubes sticking out of their helmets, entering the machine and then going back again. She was no expert in the matter, but she guessed that the stuff coming into Sam wasn’t the same stuff that was coming out. She hoped that whatever it was that Sam was gaining from the monster-Gene-it wasn’t anything horrible.
Suddenly, there was a loud banging at the doors. Chris and Annie looked at each other worryingly; having a feeling they knew just who that was. Chris ran off into a corridor that Annie figured led to the front entrance, but then there was the sound of loud voices, angry and riled, coming from the room. She didn’t know what to do as she stood there, staring helplessly at Sam’s lifeless looking body.
Detective Litton, some other policemen, and some angry villagers stormed into the laboratory. They stared in horror at what was happening before them, and because they didn’t understand any of it, they began to smash and destroy the machine and anything that was nearby.
“NO!” Annie cried. “Stop it! You’ll ruin everything!!”
Litton grabbed her and pulled her back to prevent her from stopping the angry mob of people. The metal helmets were ripped off Sam and Gene’s heads, and the machine sputtered and sparked, shutting down. The angry people picked up Sam’s limp body and began to carry it away. Annie cried out and begged for them to stop, but they weren’t listening. All seemed hopeless.
“Put ‘im down, you bunch of nancy-arsed fairies!”
The villagers paused, still holding Sam in the air, and looked around.
“Who said that?” said Litton.
“I did!” bellowed Gene. “Put ‘im down, NOW!”
Scared and confused, the villagers did as they were told and put Sam back down on the table. After Annie undid the clasps around him, Gene got up. Everyone stepped back from the sheer size and weight of him. Behind this monster’s eyes was no longer a dimly lit bulb; in it held understanding and comprehension. They all stared in awe as Gene slowly walked over to stand beside the table Sam was lying on.
“You will not touch a ‘air on this man’s ‘ead, understand?”
“And just who do you think you are?” Litton demanded.
“I,” Gene growled, “am the monster!” The villagers took a step back in fear. “I am the big bastard come to life…” he looked down at Sam, “and this great, soft, girly Nancy boy gave me a part of his mind, so that I could be more civilized in my speech…” Gene snorted. “He obviously made a royal cock up on that one.”
“Well,” said Litton sheepishly. “This makes things a bit more complicating.”
“How?” Gene grumbled.
“Well, how are we going to prove now that you’re a monster? You no longer speak like one.”
“But he looks like one still,” said a villager.
“True, but he won’t be raving around and causing mischief anymore.” Litton hummed, as if in deep thought on what to do. “Ah, yes… there’s still that murder you committed when you were in jail.”
“Yeah, he’s a murderer!” shouted another villager. They others roared in agreement and raised their pitchforks and torches. When they slowly advanced on Gene again, Chris was suddenly there in front of him, arms outstretched. The villagers stopped in confusion.
“Don’t harm him!” Chris shouted, almost pleadingly. “He’s innocent now.”
“How do you figure that?” Litton said.
“Because he didn’t know what he was doing when he wasn’t in his right mind; he didn’t understand right and wrong at the time, but now he does.”
“He still killed someone,” said Litton. “And an officer at that.”
“But the officer was stupid enough to get himself killed, right? Anyway, do you really miss the guy?”
Litton stood there as if thinking it over. “Well, now that you mention it, I don’t really care that Constable Withers is dead. But, a murder is a murder, and he should be put on trial!”
The villagers were concurring, waving their weapons and torches about, obviously just being the sheep that they were. Annie came to try helping Chris with getting them all to calm down and understand their point of view, but because of Litton the villagers weren’t listening.
“Take this creature back to the station,” said Litton. He held out a pair of handcuffs for Constable Owens to put on Gene’s wrists.
“No, stop,” pleaded Annie, but they didn’t listen. Oddly, Gene didn’t fight them, and just held his hands out to be cuffed. Chris looked on with a heavy heart as Gene was being hauled away, a brave look on his face.
“Oh no, what do we do?” Annie moaned, tears filling her eyes. They both looked as one over at Sam’s prone body, and then Chris leaned over to check his heart. It was still beating and his breathing was slow.
“The Master is fine, but I wonder how much longer he’ll be out of it.”
“When he finds out about what happened to Gene, he’ll be so hurt.”
Chris started to pace. “We can’t just let them take what’s rightfully the Master’s. We need to stop them before it’s too late.”
“Yeah, but how?” said Annie.
Chris stared at the door the villagers and Gene had gone out, and then an idea suddenly hit. “They’re taking the long way to the entrance. Quick, let’s take the short cut.”
Annie followed Chris to the hidden passageway that was in the laboratory. When they reached the end, Chris tapped the usual spot on the side of the wall and they snuck out. They reached the staircase where at the top was Phyllis’ web. Chris pointed at it, and then down where he knew the villagers, Litton, and Gene would be coming out from. Annie nodded in understanding, smiling gleefully.
The moment they came out, Annie pelted a chipped off concrete rock at Litton to get his attention. He stopped, an arm on Gene’s elbow as he was escorting him out, and looked up. When he stopped, so did Gene, and he followed where Litton was looking. Annie was making a face and sticking her tongue out at them, and Chris was pulling his trousers down and mooning them.
“You wanna arrest Gene, you’re gonna have to take us with you!” said Annie.
“Why you cheeky little tart!” Litton growled. “And you,” he pointed threateningly at Chris, “you’re under arrest for harassing a police officer!”
“Come and get us then!” Chris dared bravely, not believing his own ears as he said it.
The villagers moved forward, but Litton stopped them. “No, leave them to me.” He made one of the other officers’ hold onto Gene, and then took out his nightstick and headed for Annie and Chris. As he got closer, Annie and Chris stepped back toward the giant spider web; they shared a look, nodded, and Chris stretched out a hand to where the web was.
“Don’t come any closer, sir.”
“Or else what?” smirked Litton.
“Or else I’ll destroy Phyllis’ web.”
Litton stared at them as if they’d gone insane and then laughed hysterically. “You think I should be frightened of a little spider?”
“You won’t reconsider your decision for arresting Gene?” said Chris.
“No.”
“Okay then,” said Chris, and then he tore the silky fabric of the web straight down the middle with his fingers.
When nothing happened right away, Litton looked around in amusement, and just as he let out a bark of a laugh, there was a long, piercing hiss.
“What was that?” Constable Owens whispered in horror, eyes darting back and forth as he tried to find the source. When the hissing became a horde of clicking noises, Owens jumped and started to shake badly. “Oh my god, what was that?” he squeaked, nearly wetting himself.
“That,” said Chris, “is Phyllis.”
Litton brandished his nightstick as if he were preparing to fight, but what he didn’t realize was that he had raised it too high and it was now in the possession of said spider. The moment his nightstick was taken out of his hands, Litton looked above him, and when he saw how big Phyllis was and that he could see his own reflection in all eight of her eyes, he let out a piercing scream. That scream, however, annoyed Phyllis, so she dropped the nightstick, grabbed Litton with her two front legs, and hauled him to the ceiling. He screamed all the way to the top, and everyone else stood still in either awe or fear and watched as Litton was taken away. Chris was the only one to brave movement as he stepped over to the spot where Litton had been standing only a second ago and looked up.
“Well, I warned him.”
The villagers were looking confused and scared, and for a while no one moved. Then, from the secret passageway, Sam limped out.
“What’s everyone standing around here for?”
“Sam!” cried Annie, and she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, thank heavens you’re all right!”
“Of course I am,” Sam beamed, gently prying Annie’s arms off. “So, what’s going on? What did I miss?”
Sam looked over the banister, and the moment his eyes met Gene’s, Sam smiled wide.
“Gene.”
Gene’s eyebrows rose. They stared for a considerable amount of time before Sam finally realized he had feet and quickly went down the stairs. He stopped in front of Gene, looking up in awe, and Gene looked down with a somewhat smug smile on his face.
“Why are you in handcuffs?” Sam said, gently touching them.
“That Detective Litton put them on me.”
“Where is he? He should take these off you, because you’re not going anywhere.”
Gene looked at the ceiling and Sam slowly followed his gaze.
“He’s Phyllis chow now.”
“Well,” said Detective Owens, “what should we do?”
“You leave Gene with me, that’s what you do,” said Sam. “He’s sane now, and he’s not going to hurt anyone anymore.”
A couple of villagers were going to protest, but the others, and Litton’s men, agreed that Gene should be set free.
“We never really liked Litton anyway,” explained another officer as he uncuffed Gene.
~**~
Gene punched some nonce in the face, and the nonce went down like a sack of spuds. Sam’s eyebrows rose in surprise at the brute force that Gene used.
“Dunno why you told them I won’t hurt anyone anymore,” he told Sam, dragging the criminal (whom was now out cold) behind him. “That was quite a lie.”
“How was I to know that you’d take over Litton’s place on the police force and start chasing after criminals?”
“You may be a mad scientist…” Sam snorted at the mention of being ‘mad’, “…and know all sort of smart science things, but you sure are dumb.”
“Hey!”
“I was a copper in this body’s former life, so what did you expect? Plus, I still have some of his memories in this brain of his.”
“Any chance that you are the same man?”
Gene hummed as he considered it. “You know, I’m really not sure… but at least the world has one good copper back.”
“How do you know that he was good?”
“I can just feel it, Sammy boy,” grinned Gene, patting his stomach. “It’s in my guts.”
After dropping off the nonce at the police station, Gene and Sam walked back outside to take the police car to Sam’s castle. Sam stared out the window as he thought back to what had progressed after Gene got a more sane brain. The villagers of the small town around the castle didn’t really seem to mind it at all that their police station was being run by a so-called monster. Although technically Superintendent Harry Woolf ran it, it still seemed like Gene was in charge. Sam didn’t think it mattered much about which one was in charge, because he had his suspicions that Superintendent Woolf was more like his surname than others thought. There was even a time two nights ago, when it was the full moon, that he swore he saw the Super running around outside in the woods with scarcely a thing on. Sam really didn’t want to look too further into that.
Everyone looked up to Gene. It pleased Sam to no end that something he created had gained such an incredible life. He had tried two days later after Gene became a cop to do other experiments, but something wasn’t clicking in his brain, and he wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe after completing the task of bringing Gene to life was all he was meant to do, and now it was time to end his crazy experimentations and start something new, something fresh. He thought about Annie, but lately she’d been distant from him. He never asked her why, but he figured that it was none of his business.
They arrived at the castle, and Gene parked his car in the usual spot before shutting it off. Slowly, Sam got out and made his way to the castle, feeling slightly exhausted. Gene was following behind him, and before he could reach the front doors, Gene had suddenly swept him up into his arms. Sam gasped in surprise and then chuckled against Gene’s neck as he held on tight. The last time Gene showed some attraction toward him had been that night he took his virginity.
“Gene,” he said softly into his neck. He felt like kicking his feet back and forth happily, but he held himself in check; he was still a scientist after all. “Shouldn’t we get married first before you carry me over the threshold?” he teased.
“Yeah, maybe we should.”
Sam laughed nervously. “Promises, promises.”
Gene kicked the door open, which was rather a stunning feat since the door was thick and made of sturdy stuff. He carried Sam in gently, and then kicked the door shut behind him with a mighty push of his foot. He continued to carry him up the stairs, opened the secret passageway so that they didn’t disturb Phyllis’ new web, and carefully made his way toward the laboratory. When they arrived, the first thing Sam noticed when he was set on his feet was that the metal table that was usually there in the middle of the room had been raised to the top of the tower. Both he and Gene looked up at it; Gene scratched his head.
“Chris up there, then?” he asked.
“Dunno, I guess we’ll find out.”
Sam turned the wheel that controlled the platform, and slowly it came down. They’d expected to find Chris taking a kip on the metal table, like he did the other night. What they didn’t expect to see was that Annie was also on the table, and that there was only a white sheet covering them and they were sharing a cigarette. They both blushed from being caught-Annie more than Chris-but didn’t move.
“Annie?” Sam gasped.
“Hi, Sam,” said Annie, smiling in embarrassment.
“Something you kids would like to tell us?” said Gene, amused.
“Um, we like each other?” said Chris, blushing harder.
Gene understood right away and nudged him gently with a fist. “You devil, you.”
“So this is why you didn’t respond to my advances,” said Sam. “And here I thought you liked me and the attention I showed you.”
Annie sighed, somewhat aggravated. “Doctor… Sam, I knew nothing was going to happen between us even though you think you’d been pursuing me for quite a while.”
“What do you mean?” said Sam, a little agitated. “Of course there was a probability that something was going to happen between us.”
“Come on, Sam. You’re more interested in men, and you know it. You may claim yourself to being bisexual, but really your tastes lean more toward guys.”
Sam wanted to argue the fact, but then when he stopped to think about it, she was right. He didn’t know who he was fooling, really. Maybe he really was mad.
“Besides, you have Gene now,” said Annie, smiling gently, almost placating, at Sam. “And I’ve noticed the way you two act toward each other, don’t deny it.”
He couldn’t think of anything to say to that, so he didn’t say anything at all. He just looked over at Gene, and Gene stared back.
“I’m still kind of confused though,” said Chris suddenly, getting Sam out of his staring contest with Gene. “Since Gene got a part of your brain, what did you get from him?”
“I don’t really know,” said Sam after thinking for a moment. “I guess that is something I’ll have to discover on my own.”
~**~
Sam’s head was heavy and he could no longer keep it up. He tried to fight it, but then he succumbed to the Sandman and his head flopped down on his arm. He was at his work desk next to the big Gene Genie making machine when he nodded off. He didn’t know how long he slept for, but then there was someone shaking his shoulder and he started awake.
“Sam, you all right?” came a worried voice.
“I was sleeping, actually,” Sam mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
“You work too hard, that’s your problem. Come on, bed.”
“In a minute…” Sam shuffled around his work area, notes and small, scientific instruments. His frown was very noticable and his eyes were red.
“What’s wrong?”
Sam sighed. “It’s all a mess. It’s never been like this before, and I’ve never been so scatterbrained. It’s like I lost most of my scientific knowledge or something.”
“You’re just burnt out, that’s all. Now come to bed, before I make you.”
Sam stopped rummaging through his things and looked up at Gene, eyebrows raised. “Oh? You dare speak to your creator like that?”
“Oh, I dare,” said Gene, smirking. When Sam didn’t move, Gene lifted him up from the chair and threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing at all. Sam gasped, grunting from the force of it, but otherwise didn’t struggle. He was too tired anyway.
Gene dropped him onto their big four-poster bed and stared down at him expectantly. Sam smiled and began shedding off his clothes. Gene grinned, eyes dancing over every bit of naked flesh that Sam exposed. Then, Gene stripped also, and was on top of Sam before he could protest. Their cocks aligned together, from base to tip exactly, slippery with pre-come and throbbing. Sam looked down, and then gasped.
“What?” growled Gene when Sam halted his hips’ movements.
Sam eyes were wide as he said, “Gene…? I think I’ve discovered my next brilliant experiment!”
That next day, Sam went to work on his discovery. His miracle pill helped the unfortunate men to have a bigger penis, with no side effects. He became rich, in turn making his two assistants rich, and lived full and happy lives. With a bigger penis.
~**~
“Sam?”
“Hmmph?” Sam grumbled, trying to fall asleep after a long, hard bout of sex.
“… I want a baby.”
Sam tumbled off the side of the bed in surprise.
And even though he dismissed the idea for two weeks afterwards, he soon found himself back in his laboratory trying to concoct the perfect potion for just that reason.
The End