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It’s about to be Writ again by lozenger8 (PG-13)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: approx 7400 words
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lozenger8
Author Website: Link to the memories at Life in 1973 community or Fic list at Loz‘s journal
Why this must be read: This is an AU fic where Gene has gone to the future, there is lots of role reversal, parallels and tie-ins to what Sam experienced in 1973 and it is great fun to spot all the references and familiar moments. But the best thing about this story is how Loz captures the essence of Sam and Gene, puts them in a new situation, and keeps them as the Sam and Gene we know. It is great seeing how Sam and Gene relate to one another in 2006, how this has shifted their dynamic, and the gradual build up to something more between them. There is spot on dialogue and banter, a good case to get immersed in, and fascinating, funny and moving moments where we see how Gene is learning to cope with 2006.
Excerpt
The car swerved to a halt with a thunderous bang and three plastic rubbish bins met their fate. Gene gave them a cursory glance as he stepped out of the Ford S-MAX. Stupid bloody name for a car, and stupid bloody looking n'all, but it got the job done. Now, he had to do the same thing. Only, it was difficult, this. Pretending he knew everything when really he knew nowt. Acronyms and procedures and that much paperwork, he thought he'd go blind, and if that had to happen, he'd always really hoped he'd do it in the conventional way.
2006. Jesus. If anyone'd said to him he'd get involved in a crash and wind up 33 years in the future, he'd have them on possession. But here he was. At first he'd thought it was all in his head, that he was having some bizarre dream, possibly fuelled by too much brew, but it'd been five weeks now and he woke up every morning, time seemed to work normally, he could touch, see, smell, taste and hear and there were so many details. His instinct was telling him it was real and his instinct was rarely mistaken.
Still, real as it might be, it was still wrong. He didn't belong here. He missed home. Looking at this monstrosity of a brick building, with bronze lettering proclaiming 'Warren & Crane', gave him a serious urge to kick in heads.
"You alright, Gene?"
Gene swivelled to look at the interrogator, who just so happened to be his boss in this Godforsaken place. DCI Tyler, with a pole so far up his arse, he could probably taste the steel. He was a bit of a prick, a bit of an idiot, but he was also a bit of alright. Lean, wiry, easy on the eyes. And he had his moments. He could be downright friendly when he wanted to be. He also had the benefit of not being all that worried whenever Gene thought he was cracking apart, like, for instance, the first time they met, because he just thought Gene was following the long line of department lackeys who liked to make a mockery of him.
"Brighter than a parakeet's arse."
Tyler gave a disgusted wrinkle of his nose, an expression Gene had got well used to. "You lead the way, Inspector."
God, he hated that. He hadn't been a DI for seven years, and now he had to answer to this young little tight-arse who thought he knew everything. And try as he might, when it was in view, Gene couldn't stop looking at that tight arse, which was one of the reasons he didn't want to go first.
It's About to be Writ Again
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: approx 7400 words
Author on LJ:
lozenger8Author Website: Link to the memories at Life in 1973 community or Fic list at Loz‘s journal
Why this must be read: This is an AU fic where Gene has gone to the future, there is lots of role reversal, parallels and tie-ins to what Sam experienced in 1973 and it is great fun to spot all the references and familiar moments. But the best thing about this story is how Loz captures the essence of Sam and Gene, puts them in a new situation, and keeps them as the Sam and Gene we know. It is great seeing how Sam and Gene relate to one another in 2006, how this has shifted their dynamic, and the gradual build up to something more between them. There is spot on dialogue and banter, a good case to get immersed in, and fascinating, funny and moving moments where we see how Gene is learning to cope with 2006.
Excerpt
The car swerved to a halt with a thunderous bang and three plastic rubbish bins met their fate. Gene gave them a cursory glance as he stepped out of the Ford S-MAX. Stupid bloody name for a car, and stupid bloody looking n'all, but it got the job done. Now, he had to do the same thing. Only, it was difficult, this. Pretending he knew everything when really he knew nowt. Acronyms and procedures and that much paperwork, he thought he'd go blind, and if that had to happen, he'd always really hoped he'd do it in the conventional way.
2006. Jesus. If anyone'd said to him he'd get involved in a crash and wind up 33 years in the future, he'd have them on possession. But here he was. At first he'd thought it was all in his head, that he was having some bizarre dream, possibly fuelled by too much brew, but it'd been five weeks now and he woke up every morning, time seemed to work normally, he could touch, see, smell, taste and hear and there were so many details. His instinct was telling him it was real and his instinct was rarely mistaken.
Still, real as it might be, it was still wrong. He didn't belong here. He missed home. Looking at this monstrosity of a brick building, with bronze lettering proclaiming 'Warren & Crane', gave him a serious urge to kick in heads.
"You alright, Gene?"
Gene swivelled to look at the interrogator, who just so happened to be his boss in this Godforsaken place. DCI Tyler, with a pole so far up his arse, he could probably taste the steel. He was a bit of a prick, a bit of an idiot, but he was also a bit of alright. Lean, wiry, easy on the eyes. And he had his moments. He could be downright friendly when he wanted to be. He also had the benefit of not being all that worried whenever Gene thought he was cracking apart, like, for instance, the first time they met, because he just thought Gene was following the long line of department lackeys who liked to make a mockery of him.
"Brighter than a parakeet's arse."
Tyler gave a disgusted wrinkle of his nose, an expression Gene had got well used to. "You lead the way, Inspector."
God, he hated that. He hadn't been a DI for seven years, and now he had to answer to this young little tight-arse who thought he knew everything. And try as he might, when it was in view, Gene couldn't stop looking at that tight arse, which was one of the reasons he didn't want to go first.
It's About to be Writ Again