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Beyond the Pale by Rubberbutton (R)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: 23,000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rubberbutton
Author Website: List of Fic
Why this must be read: This is fairly long, nicely plotted casefic. The dialogue is what really struck me about this: it’s pitch-perfect and clever, filled with wit and sarcasm. Gene’s verbal dexterity is particularly difficult to imitate, but this gets it dead right. The case itself is interesting and includes some well-rounded OCs (I’m quite fond of Max, but I admit to having a bias where Classicists are concerned). All around great fic.
The edges of the pool of blood were smeared and the pattern vaguely familiar. Like a snow-angel, Sam realised. “He didn't die quickly,” he said and looked up at the Guv, who was overseeing the proceedings with his usual air of boredom. “He lay in a pool of his own blood, weakening, until death overcame him.”
“You're a right poet, you are,” Gene growled. “What killed him? 'Sides the unfairness of it all.”
“I'll have to wait for the coroner's report.”
“Course you will.” The Guv snorted to show what he thought of people who waited for coroner's reports and didn't make wild guesses before they'd got all the evidence. He crouched next to Sam and took up one of the victim's arms. He wasn't wearing gloves, and Sam squelched the impulse to protest. The tell-tale bruising ran along the inside of the victim's arm; the track marks were old and yellowed now, but there was no mistaking them. “A fucking junkie,” Gene muttered in disgust. “Right, so: he couldn't pay his dealer and the dealer sorted it out for himself.”
Gene cut Sam off before he could argue, adopting a shrill falsetto. “You can't know that, Guv. You should wait for all the e-vi-dence.” He dropped back to his normal register. “And then I say, 'I don't need all the evidence, I've got the facts I require right here.' And then you drag me about town like a rat dragging his bollocks through the sewer, wasting my time until you finally come to the conclusion I was right all along. So maybe we can skip all that and you just say, 'You're right, Guv, as you always are' and we go out for a pint.”
Beyond the Pale
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: 23,000
Author on LJ:
rubberbuttonAuthor Website: List of Fic
Why this must be read: This is fairly long, nicely plotted casefic. The dialogue is what really struck me about this: it’s pitch-perfect and clever, filled with wit and sarcasm. Gene’s verbal dexterity is particularly difficult to imitate, but this gets it dead right. The case itself is interesting and includes some well-rounded OCs (I’m quite fond of Max, but I admit to having a bias where Classicists are concerned). All around great fic.
The edges of the pool of blood were smeared and the pattern vaguely familiar. Like a snow-angel, Sam realised. “He didn't die quickly,” he said and looked up at the Guv, who was overseeing the proceedings with his usual air of boredom. “He lay in a pool of his own blood, weakening, until death overcame him.”
“You're a right poet, you are,” Gene growled. “What killed him? 'Sides the unfairness of it all.”
“I'll have to wait for the coroner's report.”
“Course you will.” The Guv snorted to show what he thought of people who waited for coroner's reports and didn't make wild guesses before they'd got all the evidence. He crouched next to Sam and took up one of the victim's arms. He wasn't wearing gloves, and Sam squelched the impulse to protest. The tell-tale bruising ran along the inside of the victim's arm; the track marks were old and yellowed now, but there was no mistaking them. “A fucking junkie,” Gene muttered in disgust. “Right, so: he couldn't pay his dealer and the dealer sorted it out for himself.”
Gene cut Sam off before he could argue, adopting a shrill falsetto. “You can't know that, Guv. You should wait for all the e-vi-dence.” He dropped back to his normal register. “And then I say, 'I don't need all the evidence, I've got the facts I require right here.' And then you drag me about town like a rat dragging his bollocks through the sewer, wasting my time until you finally come to the conclusion I was right all along. So maybe we can skip all that and you just say, 'You're right, Guv, as you always are' and we go out for a pint.”
Beyond the Pale
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