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Still Waters by Nepthys_UK (R)
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Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam Tyler/Gene Hunt
Length: Approx. 53,000 words (15 chapters).
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nepthys_uk
Author Website: List of stories posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lifein1973
Why this must be read:
While the author describes this story as AU, the world of Life on Mars really hasn’t changed all that much, it’s still 1973 Manchester and it’s still full of familiar places and faces, many of those familiar faces still working the same jobs. The story is all the more wonderful for that fact.
Gene’s voice in particular is extraordinarily strong and instantly recognizable and if you also happen to have a taste for the hardboiled detective story/noir style you'll be in heaven.
Bottom line, Nepthys is an extremely talented writer who knows how to tell a story that will keep you guessing and finally send you home satisfied. Really, who can ask for anything more?
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The Private Investigation business isn’t for just anyone. It takes hard work, dogged persistence, and a certain amount of what my mam would have called gumption. All of which I’ve got in spades, what with being an ex-copper. It also requires quick wits and an instinctive nose for trouble.
Which probably explains the ex- part of the ex-copper label.
I splashed some water over my face and ran my fingers through my hair. The face looking back at me in the mirror twisted into a sneer so I looked elsewhere while I finished in the bathroom.
The tea Annie had left me was hot and sweet - no alcohol in it (that would have been too much to ask for), but plenty of sugar, bless her. Yesterday’s clothes lay draped across a chair and I gave them a quick sniff: they would do, apart from the shirt which had some unexplained bloodstains on it. Chucking it into a corner, I picked another one off the floor. It passed muster, so I pulled it on. Dressed and ready to face the world, I headed out of my flat and downstairs to the office.
At the bottom of the stairs there’s the front door to the street, which was standing open as it usually is in office hours, and the door which leads to the outer office. The bell above the door rang as I pushed it open and went in, seeing Annie behind her desk and a youngish man sitting in one of the visitors’ chairs. He stood up as I entered and held out his hand.
I looked at it suspiciously. Clean, short nails, no calluses. And just the hint of a tremor. I nodded towards the inner office.
“You’d better come in, then.”
He lowered his hand and gave a wordless nod, then followed me through the door to my office.
Annie came in and fussed about with tea and coffee. She must have felt sorry for him - I’d seen the empty cup sitting next to him in the waiting room, so he’d had one already. Oh, and a plate of Garibaldis. Yep, she definitely liked this one.
The distraction gave me a chance to give him the once over, realising as I did so that the cheeky bugger was doing the same to me.
A bit shorter than me with a slim build, dark hair cut strangely short, battered black leather jacket and no tie with his patterned shirt, close-fitting flares leading down to brown boots with Cuban heels. All of it casually fashionable, yet incongruously clean and neat. And finished off with brown eyes with the sort of look in them that women fall for every time.
I cleared my throat. “So, Mr…?”
“Tyler. Sam Tyler.”
His voice was low, and the accent seemed local but it was soft, muted.
“And you saw the sign over the door so you know I’m Gene Hunt. What can I do for you on this bright and sunny morning?”
“You can help me find out who I am.”
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Still Waters. Link goes to the Master List of chapters.
.
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam Tyler/Gene Hunt
Length: Approx. 53,000 words (15 chapters).
Author on LJ:
nepthys_ukAuthor Website: List of stories posted to
lifein1973 Why this must be read:
While the author describes this story as AU, the world of Life on Mars really hasn’t changed all that much, it’s still 1973 Manchester and it’s still full of familiar places and faces, many of those familiar faces still working the same jobs. The story is all the more wonderful for that fact.
Gene’s voice in particular is extraordinarily strong and instantly recognizable and if you also happen to have a taste for the hardboiled detective story/noir style you'll be in heaven.
Bottom line, Nepthys is an extremely talented writer who knows how to tell a story that will keep you guessing and finally send you home satisfied. Really, who can ask for anything more?
------
The Private Investigation business isn’t for just anyone. It takes hard work, dogged persistence, and a certain amount of what my mam would have called gumption. All of which I’ve got in spades, what with being an ex-copper. It also requires quick wits and an instinctive nose for trouble.
Which probably explains the ex- part of the ex-copper label.
I splashed some water over my face and ran my fingers through my hair. The face looking back at me in the mirror twisted into a sneer so I looked elsewhere while I finished in the bathroom.
The tea Annie had left me was hot and sweet - no alcohol in it (that would have been too much to ask for), but plenty of sugar, bless her. Yesterday’s clothes lay draped across a chair and I gave them a quick sniff: they would do, apart from the shirt which had some unexplained bloodstains on it. Chucking it into a corner, I picked another one off the floor. It passed muster, so I pulled it on. Dressed and ready to face the world, I headed out of my flat and downstairs to the office.
At the bottom of the stairs there’s the front door to the street, which was standing open as it usually is in office hours, and the door which leads to the outer office. The bell above the door rang as I pushed it open and went in, seeing Annie behind her desk and a youngish man sitting in one of the visitors’ chairs. He stood up as I entered and held out his hand.
I looked at it suspiciously. Clean, short nails, no calluses. And just the hint of a tremor. I nodded towards the inner office.
“You’d better come in, then.”
He lowered his hand and gave a wordless nod, then followed me through the door to my office.
Annie came in and fussed about with tea and coffee. She must have felt sorry for him - I’d seen the empty cup sitting next to him in the waiting room, so he’d had one already. Oh, and a plate of Garibaldis. Yep, she definitely liked this one.
The distraction gave me a chance to give him the once over, realising as I did so that the cheeky bugger was doing the same to me.
A bit shorter than me with a slim build, dark hair cut strangely short, battered black leather jacket and no tie with his patterned shirt, close-fitting flares leading down to brown boots with Cuban heels. All of it casually fashionable, yet incongruously clean and neat. And finished off with brown eyes with the sort of look in them that women fall for every time.
I cleared my throat. “So, Mr…?”
“Tyler. Sam Tyler.”
His voice was low, and the accent seemed local but it was soft, muted.
“And you saw the sign over the door so you know I’m Gene Hunt. What can I do for you on this bright and sunny morning?”
“You can help me find out who I am.”
-----
Still Waters. Link goes to the Master List of chapters.
.