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The Thoughts That Hung The Stars - Part 1&2 by lo0o0ony-lauren (12+)
Fandom: LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: 2 Part Fic
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lo0o0ony_lauren
Author website: LJ
Why this is a must read:
The LoM fandom has very few AU fics, and this is one of the best. It is set in 1918 and deals with Sam Tyler waking up admist the chaos of the frontline in ww1 rather than the manchester streets of the 70's. It is a heartbreaking fic, that deals maturely with the situation without becoming obsessed with gore and violence while still address the distressing issues of the time head on. It reminds me in some ways of 'Bird Song' by Sebastian Faulks - a blossoming romantic relationship alongside the horrors of ww1 told in a beautifully haunting fashion.
At times it is difficult and painful to read due to how well writen it is, you can't help but feel the pain and the fear of all the characters and worry for their safety in the fic, as no one is guaranteed a happy ending - they are at war after all. In a word it is angst-ridden. It is packed full of little details that are all historically correct and give so much to the fic while the spirit of LoM stays true.
“I dreamt I was back home,” he says in a rush, even though it isn’t true, and he tries not to be surprised by how easily the lie came to him. How much of his real life would be acceptable in this day and age, anyway? Should he attempt to describe Maya, tell them she’s his wife, that they’re ‘courting’? Is Maya too exotic a name? He’s not sure he even wants to talk about her at all.
Gene’s looking at him, the smoke drifting up from his lips with a laziness that doesn’t seem to fit in here, and he says, “Go on.”
“I could smell breakfast,” Sam lies, speaking quietly, and he shuts his eyes to picture it. “It was summer, and it was beautiful. But I woke up, Captain Hunt, I woke up and I was still here. And no matter where else I went, you know, it didn’t matter. Because I just didn’t want to be here anymore. Does that... make any sense?”
For a moment neither of them say anything, Sam looking at Gene so intently that it’s as if his answer means everything, and then Gene inclines his head ever so slightly. Sam knows he understands.
“It feels like there’s nothing left out there,” Sam continues, saying anything and everything just to get it out. “Like I could walk and walk and keep walking until I got to the end of this trench, and everything’d be gone. You know how they used to think earth was flat, like you’d go all the way to the horizon and just fall off? That’s how I feel.”
“There’s a whole world at the end of these trenches, Sam.” Gene’s voice is quiet, gravelly from the tiredness and the cigarette, but there’s such certainty in it that it feels as real and as practical as the ground beneath Sam’s feet; logically, he knows that neither of these things can exist.
“Is there, though? We might never see it again. Which is a shame, really, when you consider the fact that the only thing I want to see is somewhere, anywhere that isn’t here.”
Gene’s smiling the tiniest of smiles as he mutters, “You’re inciting desertion, there. I could report you.” He takes a last drag, then drops the cigarette and crushes it beneath his boot.
Sam looks at him, frowning. Eventually he says, “Are you going to?”
Gene shakes his head.
Part one -LJ
Part two - LJ
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Length: 2 Part Fic
Author on LJ:
lo0o0ony_laurenAuthor website: LJ
Why this is a must read:
The LoM fandom has very few AU fics, and this is one of the best. It is set in 1918 and deals with Sam Tyler waking up admist the chaos of the frontline in ww1 rather than the manchester streets of the 70's. It is a heartbreaking fic, that deals maturely with the situation without becoming obsessed with gore and violence while still address the distressing issues of the time head on. It reminds me in some ways of 'Bird Song' by Sebastian Faulks - a blossoming romantic relationship alongside the horrors of ww1 told in a beautifully haunting fashion.
At times it is difficult and painful to read due to how well writen it is, you can't help but feel the pain and the fear of all the characters and worry for their safety in the fic, as no one is guaranteed a happy ending - they are at war after all. In a word it is angst-ridden. It is packed full of little details that are all historically correct and give so much to the fic while the spirit of LoM stays true.
“I dreamt I was back home,” he says in a rush, even though it isn’t true, and he tries not to be surprised by how easily the lie came to him. How much of his real life would be acceptable in this day and age, anyway? Should he attempt to describe Maya, tell them she’s his wife, that they’re ‘courting’? Is Maya too exotic a name? He’s not sure he even wants to talk about her at all.
Gene’s looking at him, the smoke drifting up from his lips with a laziness that doesn’t seem to fit in here, and he says, “Go on.”
“I could smell breakfast,” Sam lies, speaking quietly, and he shuts his eyes to picture it. “It was summer, and it was beautiful. But I woke up, Captain Hunt, I woke up and I was still here. And no matter where else I went, you know, it didn’t matter. Because I just didn’t want to be here anymore. Does that... make any sense?”
For a moment neither of them say anything, Sam looking at Gene so intently that it’s as if his answer means everything, and then Gene inclines his head ever so slightly. Sam knows he understands.
“It feels like there’s nothing left out there,” Sam continues, saying anything and everything just to get it out. “Like I could walk and walk and keep walking until I got to the end of this trench, and everything’d be gone. You know how they used to think earth was flat, like you’d go all the way to the horizon and just fall off? That’s how I feel.”
“There’s a whole world at the end of these trenches, Sam.” Gene’s voice is quiet, gravelly from the tiredness and the cigarette, but there’s such certainty in it that it feels as real and as practical as the ground beneath Sam’s feet; logically, he knows that neither of these things can exist.
“Is there, though? We might never see it again. Which is a shame, really, when you consider the fact that the only thing I want to see is somewhere, anywhere that isn’t here.”
Gene’s smiling the tiniest of smiles as he mutters, “You’re inciting desertion, there. I could report you.” He takes a last drag, then drops the cigarette and crushes it beneath his boot.
Sam looks at him, frowning. Eventually he says, “Are you going to?”
Gene shakes his head.
Part one -LJ
Part two - LJ