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The Naming of Things, by Argyle (R)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: 3000 words.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
argyleheir
Author Website: Liberals & Libertines
Why this must be read:
This is a realistic, but not depressing, depiction of a relationship between Sam and Gene. It has beautiful turns of phrase, fantastic dialogue, and a slightly disjointed, uncomfortable feel that works perfectly with Life on Mars.
"How was it?"
Gene glanced up, meeting Sam's eye for the first time since he rumbled downstairs. There was a toast crumb on his upper lip, and pillow marks battenburged his cheek. "Good."
"Bet you'd say that to haggis on wheat," Sam said.
"I wasn't aware it was suddenly in my job description to stroke your ego."
"Uh uh. I've always thought you more of an id man."
"A little early to be sprouting sonnets, Sunshine."
Sam tilted his head.
"Okay. It was the best bloody fry-up I've ever had. And if there's one thing you should know about the world," Gene said, and swished a generous nip of whisky into his tea before all but throwing back the lot, "it's that you can't tell your arse from a hole in the ground if you think it's wise to underestimate yourself."
"Why do I have a sneaking suspicion I'll eventually be charged for these pearls of wisdom?"
The Naming of Things
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: 3000 words.
Author on LJ:
argyleheirAuthor Website: Liberals & Libertines
Why this must be read:
This is a realistic, but not depressing, depiction of a relationship between Sam and Gene. It has beautiful turns of phrase, fantastic dialogue, and a slightly disjointed, uncomfortable feel that works perfectly with Life on Mars.
"How was it?"
Gene glanced up, meeting Sam's eye for the first time since he rumbled downstairs. There was a toast crumb on his upper lip, and pillow marks battenburged his cheek. "Good."
"Bet you'd say that to haggis on wheat," Sam said.
"I wasn't aware it was suddenly in my job description to stroke your ego."
"Uh uh. I've always thought you more of an id man."
"A little early to be sprouting sonnets, Sunshine."
Sam tilted his head.
"Okay. It was the best bloody fry-up I've ever had. And if there's one thing you should know about the world," Gene said, and swished a generous nip of whisky into his tea before all but throwing back the lot, "it's that you can't tell your arse from a hole in the ground if you think it's wise to underestimate yourself."
"Why do I have a sneaking suspicion I'll eventually be charged for these pearls of wisdom?"
The Naming of Things
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