Sherlock/Life on Mars - fic - To Add Insult to Injury, 12
Title - To Add Insult to Injury
Author - laurab1
Characters - Sherlock, Sam, Gene
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Length - 300 words
Spoilers - all of Life on Mars, S1 of Sherlock
Summary - Sherlock and John end up encountering Sam and Gene
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain. The LoM crew belong to Kudos and the Beeb.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
For caffienekitty, as requested here on this week’s sherlockbbc Make Me a Monday post.
To Add Insult to Injury
by Laura
If the worst example of a policeman Sherlock has ever had the misfortune to encounter (even if this is all in his and John’s collective, concussed, comatose heads; when that thought isn’t making his brain spin, it makes him shudder dreadfully) dismisses his work as ‘gay-boy science’ once more, he’s going to take John’s gun, and kill DCI Gene bloody Hunt.
Or maybe not.
He possesses the same copper’s instinct as Lestrade, Sherlock knows, and he clearly cares about his team. DC Chris Skelton and WDC Annie Cartwright show much potential, he sees, because they’re being directly taught by the equally out of his time DI Sam Tyler. John had noticed that before Sherlock did.
He’s taught John well.
“Just be grateful the Guv hasn’t insulted your football team or called you Gladys, yet, Sherlock,” DCI Sam Tyler from 2006 says, handing him a mug of tea.
Taking a sip, Sherlock looks up at the man, and smirks. “I’ve no interest in football, and I suspect that DCI Hunt would simply insult my rugby union team, instead. Also, I was rather under the impression that ‘Gladys’ was more or less a term of endearment, DI Tyler.”
Sam just laughs.
It’s then, of course, that Gene Hunt strides out of his office, glass of whisky in one hand, photos in the other. Stopping at Sherlock’s desk, he puts the pictures on it. Some Dutch courage, and he says, “Right, then, Holmes, Dr John Watson, I don’t care how you ended up in my station, ‘cause I thought you were stories. No, I bloody know you are. Let’s see some of that gay-boy science that seems to be even better than Tyler’s, and tell me what the hell this bastard’s done with these kids.”
The game is on, Sherlock deletes the rest.
-end-
Author - laurab1
Characters - Sherlock, Sam, Gene
Rating - PG-13 aka 12
Length - 300 words
Spoilers - all of Life on Mars, S1 of Sherlock
Summary - Sherlock and John end up encountering Sam and Gene
Disclaimer - Alas, none of these people are mine. This version of Sherlock Holmes belongs to Steven Moffat, Mark Gatiss, the BBC et al. Sherlock Holmes as created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle is in the public domain. The LoM crew belong to Kudos and the Beeb.
Feedback is loved and appreciated :) Enjoy!
For caffienekitty, as requested here on this week’s sherlockbbc Make Me a Monday post.
To Add Insult to Injury
by Laura
If the worst example of a policeman Sherlock has ever had the misfortune to encounter (even if this is all in his and John’s collective, concussed, comatose heads; when that thought isn’t making his brain spin, it makes him shudder dreadfully) dismisses his work as ‘gay-boy science’ once more, he’s going to take John’s gun, and kill DCI Gene bloody Hunt.
Or maybe not.
He possesses the same copper’s instinct as Lestrade, Sherlock knows, and he clearly cares about his team. DC Chris Skelton and WDC Annie Cartwright show much potential, he sees, because they’re being directly taught by the equally out of his time DI Sam Tyler. John had noticed that before Sherlock did.
He’s taught John well.
“Just be grateful the Guv hasn’t insulted your football team or called you Gladys, yet, Sherlock,” DCI Sam Tyler from 2006 says, handing him a mug of tea.
Taking a sip, Sherlock looks up at the man, and smirks. “I’ve no interest in football, and I suspect that DCI Hunt would simply insult my rugby union team, instead. Also, I was rather under the impression that ‘Gladys’ was more or less a term of endearment, DI Tyler.”
Sam just laughs.
It’s then, of course, that Gene Hunt strides out of his office, glass of whisky in one hand, photos in the other. Stopping at Sherlock’s desk, he puts the pictures on it. Some Dutch courage, and he says, “Right, then, Holmes, Dr John Watson, I don’t care how you ended up in my station, ‘cause I thought you were stories. No, I bloody know you are. Let’s see some of that gay-boy science that seems to be even better than Tyler’s, and tell me what the hell this bastard’s done with these kids.”
The game is on, Sherlock deletes the rest.
-end-