Rushes by fawsley, green Cortina with Sam and Gene
Title: Rushes
Author: fawsley
Characters: Sam/Gene
Warnings: wibbley-wobbley timey-wimey angsty-flangsty-flokey stuff.
Rating: green Cortina
Word count: 495
Disclaimer: All the property of the BBC and Kudos
Summary: Sam and Gene's worlds collide, almost fatally so.
Notes: Previously, in the Gene!knows arc (and it really will help if you read the others first if you've not done so before):
1) Spit and promise
2) The pledge
3) The time traveller's lover
4) Jiggety-jog
Rushes
‘Bloody well nearly ran you over!’
Sam quirks a confused smile but Gene is white-faced and shaking, attacking the whisky even before he’s got his coat off, and Sam feels vaguely sick when he realises what Gene means.
‘Shot out of nowhere right in front of me! Thought you’d gone under my wheels. Dunno how you didn’t. Nor the bike. Why the hell didn’t you tell me that was going to happen?’
Sam pours himself a nerve-calming glass.
‘Couldn’t. Didn’t remember.’
But he does now, a filmstrip of memory spooling out against the soundtrack of Gene’s words. The freeze-frame moment when he pulled himself out of the gutter and came eye to eye with the roaring, furious driver. Can smell again the stench of burning rubber. Absentmindedly, he rubs his leg where the gravel took the skin off.
‘How many more are there going to be, eh?’
‘More what?’
‘Bloody hell, Sam! More times when I find myself face to face with you in short trousers. Or long ones come to that, because I suppose that’s going to happen too, isn’t it?’
Sam shrugs.
‘I don’t know. I don’t remember there being any more.’
He doesn’t mention the gathering black cloud of dread that he might not be able to remember until it’s happened, until Gene tells him.
‘What the hell would've happened if I had hit you? Would little Sammy Tyler get shoved back into the past too? And what if I’d killed you? When then? What would’ve happened to you, this you, if I’d killed that you?’
Sam shakes his head and upends his glass.
He doesn't know, and doesn't want to find out.
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That night Gene wants to do nothing but hold. Not hug, not cuddle. Just hold.
It’s one of the few signs Sam has learned to read that tells him when Gene has been deeply scared, terrified by the impossible but inevitable collision of his own present with Sam’s distant past. Which makes his mumbled request, when it comes, a strange one.
‘Tell me about the future.’
That’s hard to do when you’re tired and unhappy, hard enough at the best of times, as Sam has begun to discover. It’s like trying to cling on to a dream as it dissolves in the thin lemon light of morning. He can find abstract impressions but little more. It’s all he can offer.
‘It’s different… Big and fast. Moving fast. Cold and shiny. All straight lines and hard edges. Very noisy. Dangerous. Everyone is far apart and alone…’
‘Sounds right up your street. Dunno why you bothered coming back if it was so bloody marvellous.’
The anger in Gene’s voice is fear, Sam knows that.
The man with two pasts reviews the one that comes in CinemaScope, Technicolor, 3D vision, and surround sound. The one that stars Gene Hunt, up close and personal.
Sam holds, and holds on tight.
‘It wasn’t the future I wanted to have.’
Gene holds tight back.
Author: fawsley
Characters: Sam/Gene
Warnings: wibbley-wobbley timey-wimey angsty-flangsty-flokey stuff.
Rating: green Cortina
Word count: 495
Disclaimer: All the property of the BBC and Kudos
Summary: Sam and Gene's worlds collide, almost fatally so.
Notes: Previously, in the Gene!knows arc (and it really will help if you read the others first if you've not done so before):
1) Spit and promise
2) The pledge
3) The time traveller's lover
4) Jiggety-jog
Rushes
‘Bloody well nearly ran you over!’
Sam quirks a confused smile but Gene is white-faced and shaking, attacking the whisky even before he’s got his coat off, and Sam feels vaguely sick when he realises what Gene means.
‘Shot out of nowhere right in front of me! Thought you’d gone under my wheels. Dunno how you didn’t. Nor the bike. Why the hell didn’t you tell me that was going to happen?’
Sam pours himself a nerve-calming glass.
‘Couldn’t. Didn’t remember.’
But he does now, a filmstrip of memory spooling out against the soundtrack of Gene’s words. The freeze-frame moment when he pulled himself out of the gutter and came eye to eye with the roaring, furious driver. Can smell again the stench of burning rubber. Absentmindedly, he rubs his leg where the gravel took the skin off.
‘How many more are there going to be, eh?’
‘More what?’
‘Bloody hell, Sam! More times when I find myself face to face with you in short trousers. Or long ones come to that, because I suppose that’s going to happen too, isn’t it?’
Sam shrugs.
‘I don’t know. I don’t remember there being any more.’
He doesn’t mention the gathering black cloud of dread that he might not be able to remember until it’s happened, until Gene tells him.
‘What the hell would've happened if I had hit you? Would little Sammy Tyler get shoved back into the past too? And what if I’d killed you? When then? What would’ve happened to you, this you, if I’d killed that you?’
Sam shakes his head and upends his glass.
He doesn't know, and doesn't want to find out.
*´¨)
¸.•´¸.•*´¨) ¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´ (¸.•´
That night Gene wants to do nothing but hold. Not hug, not cuddle. Just hold.
It’s one of the few signs Sam has learned to read that tells him when Gene has been deeply scared, terrified by the impossible but inevitable collision of his own present with Sam’s distant past. Which makes his mumbled request, when it comes, a strange one.
‘Tell me about the future.’
That’s hard to do when you’re tired and unhappy, hard enough at the best of times, as Sam has begun to discover. It’s like trying to cling on to a dream as it dissolves in the thin lemon light of morning. He can find abstract impressions but little more. It’s all he can offer.
‘It’s different… Big and fast. Moving fast. Cold and shiny. All straight lines and hard edges. Very noisy. Dangerous. Everyone is far apart and alone…’
‘Sounds right up your street. Dunno why you bothered coming back if it was so bloody marvellous.’
The anger in Gene’s voice is fear, Sam knows that.
The man with two pasts reviews the one that comes in CinemaScope, Technicolor, 3D vision, and surround sound. The one that stars Gene Hunt, up close and personal.
Sam holds, and holds on tight.
‘It wasn’t the future I wanted to have.’
Gene holds tight back.