http://blueteak.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] blueteak.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] crack_van2012-02-22 02:45 pm
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History Repeating by Jean Geanie (PG-13)

Fandom:LIFE ON MARS
Pairing: Gen
Length: 10,200
Author on LJ: [livejournal.com profile] jean_geanie
Author Website: Fic Index
Why this must be read:
Do you love Litton? If so, the author's summary says it all: Sam and Litton held hostage together, a pair of shoes, an old book. This fic really feels like it could have been an episode of the show, as I believe several reviewers mentioned. It includes a snarky Phyllis, Chris and Ray playing pranks on Litton, some angst, lovely Sam and Gene banter and a restrained version of protective!Gene. Litton also, as a review on the fic states, actually seems like "a real person" in this and it's lovely to see.

Just as Sam was fixing himself an instant coffee (with the bare minimum amount of water required for dissolving the coffee powder) and contemplating taking his first sick day, the phone rang. Setting the mug on the table Sam pulled a shirt on over his vest and picked up the phone from the bedside shelf.

“Hello?” he mumbled.

“Boss, you conscious?” Sam smiled.

“Didn’t know you cared Phyllis.” Balancing the phone on his shoulder he buttoned up his shirt and reached for his jacket.

“I don’t,” the voice on the other end snapped. “There’s a loony who’s taken two girl guides hostage down at number fifteen Queen street an’ the Guv told me to let you know that if you don’t get yer arse down there in the next ten minutes ‘e’ll have you crucified upside down by the bollocks.”

Sam cringed at the mental imagery.

“Err, thanks... fifteen Queen street was it?”

“That’s it, an’ anytime Boss.” 

Putting the phone back down, Sam wondered briefly if it were possible for a voice to smirk before grabbing his keys and badge from the table. Casting one last longing look at his (still full) mug of coffee Sam left his flat, taking only a few seconds to lock it from the outside. Shoving his keys and badge inside his front jacket pocket he quickly made his way down the stairs. 


History Repeating