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Straw by jantalaimon (R)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS UK
Pairing: Gen
Length: 10,648 words.
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jantalaimon
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read: In the name of full disclosure, I beta-read this fic. In my defence, that was years ago. This story is sickening and disturbing in all the best ways. It's psychological horror, has elements of gore, and to top it all off, it's frighteningly plausible. It explores a side to Sam that I'm personally in love with. His dark side.
His unit was like the proverbial well-oiled machine, and it suited him incredibly well.
Of course, he figured that was why he couldn't have it anymore. Once he'd gotten a semblance of normalcy and cocooned himself within it soundly, something had to come along and shake things up. Things with Maya. Coming back to 1973. Being without his bloody electric razor. This was all symptomatic of being Sam Tyler, and he was quite sure he didn't like it terribly well, to say the least. Especially the lack of proper toiletries.
"Good thing you remembered to buy a cucumber, your eyes look terrible," his reflection mocked. "You might try some yoghurt too, your skin's not looking its baby-soft best," it continued snidely.
"SHUT IT!" Sam yelled, slamming the door on the medicine chest hard enough to crack the glass slightly, but not quite hard enough to knock it out entirely.
Straw: Part One, Straw: Part Two
Pairing: Gen
Length: 10,648 words.
Author on LJ:
jantalaimonAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read: In the name of full disclosure, I beta-read this fic. In my defence, that was years ago. This story is sickening and disturbing in all the best ways. It's psychological horror, has elements of gore, and to top it all off, it's frighteningly plausible. It explores a side to Sam that I'm personally in love with. His dark side.
His unit was like the proverbial well-oiled machine, and it suited him incredibly well.
Of course, he figured that was why he couldn't have it anymore. Once he'd gotten a semblance of normalcy and cocooned himself within it soundly, something had to come along and shake things up. Things with Maya. Coming back to 1973. Being without his bloody electric razor. This was all symptomatic of being Sam Tyler, and he was quite sure he didn't like it terribly well, to say the least. Especially the lack of proper toiletries.
"Good thing you remembered to buy a cucumber, your eyes look terrible," his reflection mocked. "You might try some yoghurt too, your skin's not looking its baby-soft best," it continued snidely.
"SHUT IT!" Sam yelled, slamming the door on the medicine chest hard enough to crack the glass slightly, but not quite hard enough to knock it out entirely.
Straw: Part One, Straw: Part Two