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How We Smashed Johari’s Window by halotolerant (Brown Cortina - Adult/18)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS/THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: approx 33500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
halotolerant
Author Website: Fic List at Lifein1973
Why this must be read: Many people have written stories that have diverged with Life on Mars canon (after all the writers gave us so many options to play with) and this is one of the best. In fact it is just one of the best stories you will ever read. It begins with Gene waking up to find Sam has gone, to find that Sam has in fact transferred back to Hyde, and moves into a wonderfully layered and compelling tale where we follow Gene as he tries to find out who Sam really is.
This story is deeply involving and had me addicted right from the start. Halo really gets into Gene’s head, his voice here is perfect and the characterisation is sustained throughout. She also sustains the pacing and there are twists, surprises, and lots of suspense and shocking developments to keep you reading. Hell there is even a surprise guest star from The Professionals! Halo has a masterful grasp of language and uses it very evocatively throughout. And, of course, it is wonderfully erotic in places as well. Please read it, it is a stunning piece of writing.
Excerpt 1
Beginning with the half-hour drive to Hyde earlier that day, Gene had been fighting a rising sense of foolishness, never an emotion he was comfortable with. The paper, after all, could have been wrong. There might be some reasonable explanation – a joke gone wrong: “I feel like I’ve been in coma”, Sam might have said, and been taken literally.
But then, Sam and comas…it didn’t seem likely he’d joke about the subject.
After all, during their two days of snatched minutes of planning and theorising, Annie had told Gene possibly the most bizarre series of anecdotes he’d ever heard. Sam, comas, delusions, fluctuating beliefs in reality – things that in their sheer loopiness made a whole lot of sense out of a ragbag of confused moments he’d spent a long time trying to make head or tail of. Tony Crane’s accusations, for one. The way Sam behaved around telephones, or TVs.
“I thought he’d got over it,” Annie had said, shaking her head, “I mean, for the last three, four months, he’d stopped mentioning it. After that shoot-out we had on the train tracks in July. It was like he figured out which way was up at last, you know? I thought he was over it.” She’d folded her arms and looked him in the eye: “Even if he’s delusional again, he still needs our help.”
He never wanted my help with any of that in the first place, Gene had thought, not a little bitterly. He never told me anything.
Excerpt 2
Gene swallowed and breathed a little shakily – which Sam could bloody feel, he knew. “You don’t know me. You don’t know us. You don’t know that you want this.”
“Oh I know you, Gene Hunt.” There was still an edge of cruelty to Sam’s voice, something new, foreign. “Or at least I know men like you. I know that if you haven’t decked me one already, what that Sam was to you must have been pretty fucking special. As for what I want, you can feel that.” He nudged his groin closer to Gene’s arse, and Gene let himself close his eyes, since Sam couldn’t see.
The voice continued in his ear, low and enticing: “I never felt like this about her, about my ‘wife’. I told her I loved her but I had to make myself show it. But since I saw you my body’s known things my brain can’t seem to get to. And I want to remember them, Gene.” Sam sighed, breathing deeply, moved his mouth to speak directly onto the back of Gene’s neck, wet and perfect. “Even the way you smell, fuck, Gene, it makes me want the craziest things….”
On the last words, he raised his sopping hands to Gene’s shirt front and started rubbing at his nipples, and Gene’s planned ‘Stop’ came out as “Shit, yes” and he turned around in the circle of Sam’s arms and looked into his eyes.
Sam stared back at him. But not Sam. The person looking out of those eyes was not his Sam, not exactly.
How We Smashed Johari’s Window - Index Post (all 8 parts linked)
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: approx 33500 words
Author on LJ:
halotolerantAuthor Website: Fic List at Lifein1973
Why this must be read: Many people have written stories that have diverged with Life on Mars canon (after all the writers gave us so many options to play with) and this is one of the best. In fact it is just one of the best stories you will ever read. It begins with Gene waking up to find Sam has gone, to find that Sam has in fact transferred back to Hyde, and moves into a wonderfully layered and compelling tale where we follow Gene as he tries to find out who Sam really is.
This story is deeply involving and had me addicted right from the start. Halo really gets into Gene’s head, his voice here is perfect and the characterisation is sustained throughout. She also sustains the pacing and there are twists, surprises, and lots of suspense and shocking developments to keep you reading. Hell there is even a surprise guest star from The Professionals! Halo has a masterful grasp of language and uses it very evocatively throughout. And, of course, it is wonderfully erotic in places as well. Please read it, it is a stunning piece of writing.
Excerpt 1
Beginning with the half-hour drive to Hyde earlier that day, Gene had been fighting a rising sense of foolishness, never an emotion he was comfortable with. The paper, after all, could have been wrong. There might be some reasonable explanation – a joke gone wrong: “I feel like I’ve been in coma”, Sam might have said, and been taken literally.
But then, Sam and comas…it didn’t seem likely he’d joke about the subject.
After all, during their two days of snatched minutes of planning and theorising, Annie had told Gene possibly the most bizarre series of anecdotes he’d ever heard. Sam, comas, delusions, fluctuating beliefs in reality – things that in their sheer loopiness made a whole lot of sense out of a ragbag of confused moments he’d spent a long time trying to make head or tail of. Tony Crane’s accusations, for one. The way Sam behaved around telephones, or TVs.
“I thought he’d got over it,” Annie had said, shaking her head, “I mean, for the last three, four months, he’d stopped mentioning it. After that shoot-out we had on the train tracks in July. It was like he figured out which way was up at last, you know? I thought he was over it.” She’d folded her arms and looked him in the eye: “Even if he’s delusional again, he still needs our help.”
He never wanted my help with any of that in the first place, Gene had thought, not a little bitterly. He never told me anything.
Excerpt 2
Gene swallowed and breathed a little shakily – which Sam could bloody feel, he knew. “You don’t know me. You don’t know us. You don’t know that you want this.”
“Oh I know you, Gene Hunt.” There was still an edge of cruelty to Sam’s voice, something new, foreign. “Or at least I know men like you. I know that if you haven’t decked me one already, what that Sam was to you must have been pretty fucking special. As for what I want, you can feel that.” He nudged his groin closer to Gene’s arse, and Gene let himself close his eyes, since Sam couldn’t see.
The voice continued in his ear, low and enticing: “I never felt like this about her, about my ‘wife’. I told her I loved her but I had to make myself show it. But since I saw you my body’s known things my brain can’t seem to get to. And I want to remember them, Gene.” Sam sighed, breathing deeply, moved his mouth to speak directly onto the back of Gene’s neck, wet and perfect. “Even the way you smell, fuck, Gene, it makes me want the craziest things….”
On the last words, he raised his sopping hands to Gene’s shirt front and started rubbing at his nipples, and Gene’s planned ‘Stop’ came out as “Shit, yes” and he turned around in the circle of Sam’s arms and looked into his eyes.
Sam stared back at him. But not Sam. The person looking out of those eyes was not his Sam, not exactly.
How We Smashed Johari’s Window - Index Post (all 8 parts linked)
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*dances* This is not only one of my favourite Life On Mars stories but one of my favourite fan fiction stories ever. ♥
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Am so glad I got chance to rec it, it really is just a superb story.
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I just love this story and was pleased I got a chance to rec it.
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I am glad you enjoyed it, it really is a wonderfully involving story.