Christmas provisions, White Cortina, Gen, for fern_tree

[basaltgrrl]

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Author: basaltgrrl
Rating: White Cortina
Summary: a little fic for fern_tree! She requested Sam and Gene on a stakeout. My brain provided what I hope is entertaining and worthwhile banter.

Comments

[little_cello]

Oh man Basalt I absolutely adore this - you got their voices down so so perfectly, I could properly imagine the scene. Their comfortable banter, and that ending! Perfect. <33333333

Also, since Fern is currently recovering from her top surgery and doesn't have access to her computer and can't log onto LJ on her phone, she asked me to deliver this message ♥ :

"Hi Basalt, it's Ferntree here - thank you so much for thisssss! It's so lovely, and omg the banter. It's perfect! Hilarious and heartwarming all at the same time. Thank you againnnn! :D"

[danae_b]

Ahhh this is so cute and lovely and perfect. The banter is so warm and THEM, and the ending is just... well, yeah, it's them as well XD

"Ha." Sam turned away again, hunching his shoulders under the blanket. "At least you're predictable. You can be depended on to infuriate me at every turn."

"And you," Gene tapped Sam's shoulder with his flask again, "can be relied on to take care of me on every stakeout." He fumbled in his other pocket and brought out two Crunchie bars, handing one over. "Merry Christmas, my little Deputy Dawg."

♥♥♥

[debl_ns]

Basalt,

Bravo!♥ Visual, and funny, and your banter is wonderful. I especially love:

"I am working up an appetite."

"How? Snoring and drinking?"

~~

Gene opened his door and got out with admirable stealth, but then unzipped and relieved himself mere inches from the open car door.

"For God's sake!" came the response in a furious hiss. "Move away from the vehicle!"

~~

Sam's eyes were wide, and a flush had risen on his fine cheekbones. "You're such a bastard."

~~

"Ha." Sam turned away again, hunching his shoulders under the blanket. "At least you're predictable. You can be depended on to infuriate me at every turn."

"And you," Gene tapped Sam's shoulder with his flask again, "can be relied on to take care of me on every stakeout."