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Hunt and Tyler (Deceased) by Andromeda (PG-13)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Gen (Sam Tyler and Gene Hunt)
Length: 5240
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
m31andy
Author Website:fiandyfic
Why this must be read: This is the funniest take I've read on Sam's fate as stipulated by Ashes to Ashes. It's a cracky piece of buddy-cop casefic, with excellent banter and humor, in spite of the fact that one of them is dead throughout. Perhaps Gene shouldn't be all that surprised that even death doesn't shut Sam up.
"I thought you were dead. You've been gone three days. Where the bloody hell have you been? And what the bloody hell are you wearing?" Gene plonked the scotch on the bed swinging his legs over the side and stood upright, the purple paisley pyjama bottoms flapping around his ankles as he did so.
Sam looked down at himself and then, slowly assessing, at Gene. "I could ask you the same thing, actually."
"Tyler, white leather does not suit you at all. Whereas everything suits me. Now, before I wring your bloody neck, where have you been and why didn't you call in? Even Phyllis has been going spare."
Sam rubbed at his forehead. "I'm not sure. I didn't realise I'd been gone so long."
"You're not sure. We need a word, Tyler," and, fingers itching to feel the truth of skin under them, Gene strode over to Sam, grabbing at his lapels to pull Sam up against the wall, face to face.
Except instead at meeting leather, even white leather, he met with nothing but air and, unbalanced, crashed into the wall face first.
"Ow! I'm going to bloody well kill you for that, Tyler," Gene said, and spun round, gently probing at his nose with one hand, fist ready with the other.
"Too late, Guv," Sam stood there, held slightly tilted, a vague smirk on his face.
Hunt and Tyler (Deceased)
Pairing: Gen (Sam Tyler and Gene Hunt)
Length: 5240
Author on LJ:
m31andyAuthor Website:
fiandyfic Why this must be read: This is the funniest take I've read on Sam's fate as stipulated by Ashes to Ashes. It's a cracky piece of buddy-cop casefic, with excellent banter and humor, in spite of the fact that one of them is dead throughout. Perhaps Gene shouldn't be all that surprised that even death doesn't shut Sam up.
"I thought you were dead. You've been gone three days. Where the bloody hell have you been? And what the bloody hell are you wearing?" Gene plonked the scotch on the bed swinging his legs over the side and stood upright, the purple paisley pyjama bottoms flapping around his ankles as he did so.
Sam looked down at himself and then, slowly assessing, at Gene. "I could ask you the same thing, actually."
"Tyler, white leather does not suit you at all. Whereas everything suits me. Now, before I wring your bloody neck, where have you been and why didn't you call in? Even Phyllis has been going spare."
Sam rubbed at his forehead. "I'm not sure. I didn't realise I'd been gone so long."
"You're not sure. We need a word, Tyler," and, fingers itching to feel the truth of skin under them, Gene strode over to Sam, grabbing at his lapels to pull Sam up against the wall, face to face.
Except instead at meeting leather, even white leather, he met with nothing but air and, unbalanced, crashed into the wall face first.
"Ow! I'm going to bloody well kill you for that, Tyler," Gene said, and spun round, gently probing at his nose with one hand, fist ready with the other.
"Too late, Guv," Sam stood there, held slightly tilted, a vague smirk on his face.
Hunt and Tyler (Deceased)
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Thank you so much for the rec!
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