And the Church Bells Softly Chime by Sascha (PG)
A very happy Christmas to you all.
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
This little gem was written for last year's yuletide challenge. It is a wonderful little character piece on Sam and Gene and their relationship told from the point of view of one of the other Manchester CID members, Chris.
It's a charming piece that always gives me the warm fuzzies. And it also has some killer lines.
The shouting had finally stopped, so Chris deemed it safe to open the door. He cracked it open an inch, first; Ray could make fun of him as much as he wanted, but Chris was NOT walking into the middle of a Hunt/Tyler shouting match ever again. It looked peaceful though, so Chris took the risk and entered.
DI Tyler was leaning against the file cabinets and glaring at DCI Hunt, who was sitting behind his desk and looking like he was seriously considering picking up his phone and throwing it at DI Tyler. Again.
"Um. I think I have a lead," Chris said and flinched as the glares were transferred to him instead. He held up the file defensively. "One of the names on the list. I found it in the archives." After five hours, seven cups of coffee and one really bad ham sandwich, Chris was praying this would pan out - he was starting to seriously hate the archives.
DI Tyler snapped his fingers for the file. Chris gave DCI Hunt an uncertain look -- Hunt jerked his head impatiently -- before handing it over.
DI Tyler flipped through the file quickly, then stalked over to the desk and slammed it down in front of DCI Hunt. "I was right."
DCI Hunt narrowed his eyes and picked up the file. He read through it, then pointed at a sentence. "-I- was right."
They glared at each other again.
Chris decided it was time for a tactical withdrawal.
And the Church Bells Softly Chime
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Gen
Author on LJ: n/a
Author Website: n/a
Why this must be read:
This little gem was written for last year's yuletide challenge. It is a wonderful little character piece on Sam and Gene and their relationship told from the point of view of one of the other Manchester CID members, Chris.
It's a charming piece that always gives me the warm fuzzies. And it also has some killer lines.
The shouting had finally stopped, so Chris deemed it safe to open the door. He cracked it open an inch, first; Ray could make fun of him as much as he wanted, but Chris was NOT walking into the middle of a Hunt/Tyler shouting match ever again. It looked peaceful though, so Chris took the risk and entered.
DI Tyler was leaning against the file cabinets and glaring at DCI Hunt, who was sitting behind his desk and looking like he was seriously considering picking up his phone and throwing it at DI Tyler. Again.
"Um. I think I have a lead," Chris said and flinched as the glares were transferred to him instead. He held up the file defensively. "One of the names on the list. I found it in the archives." After five hours, seven cups of coffee and one really bad ham sandwich, Chris was praying this would pan out - he was starting to seriously hate the archives.
DI Tyler snapped his fingers for the file. Chris gave DCI Hunt an uncertain look -- Hunt jerked his head impatiently -- before handing it over.
DI Tyler flipped through the file quickly, then stalked over to the desk and slammed it down in front of DCI Hunt. "I was right."
DCI Hunt narrowed his eyes and picked up the file. He read through it, then pointed at a sentence. "-I- was right."
They glared at each other again.
Chris decided it was time for a tactical withdrawal.
And the Church Bells Softly Chime