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Fic: Steady As She Goes (86/86) COMPLETE, brown cortina, dak 
10th-Dec-2007 08:56 pm
Title: Steady As She Goes (86/86)
Author: dak
Word Count: 2365 this part; [147,169 overall]
Summary for Whole: After an accidental shooting at the station, Gene struggles to keep his team from tearing themselves apart while his and Sam's friendship is pushed to the limits.
Summary this Part: THE END
Rating: Brown Cortina
Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, violent imagery, minor drug use, mild sexual situations, self-harm for whole
Spoilers: none here; see each chapter for specific spoiler warnings
Pairing: mild Sam/Annie, Sam/Maya, Gene/missus, Sam/OC
Disclaimer: Belongs to BBC/Kudos 

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5    Part 6    Part 7    Part 8     Part 9   Part 10   Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14   Part 15   Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20   Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24   Part 25   Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30   Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34   Part 35   Part 36  Part 37  Part 38  Part 39  Part 40   Part 41  Part 42  Part 43  Part 44   Part 45   Part 46  Part 47  Part 48  Part 49  Part 50   Part 51  Part 52  Part 53  Part 54   Part 55   Part 56  Part 57  Part 58  Part 59   Part 60   Part 61   Part 62   Part 63   Part 64  Part 65   Part 66   Part 67   Part 68   Part 69   Part 70   Part 71   Part 72   Part 73   Part 74   Part 75   Part 76   Part 77   Part 78  Part 79   Part 80   Part 81  Part 82  Part 83   Part 84   Part 85   Part 86


A/N: This is it. It's here. It's over. It's finished. It's done. *Takes enormously huge breath and sets down pen.*

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone that has ever commented and has stuck with this, what I thought would never end, fic. This is the longest work I have ever written, it comes out to about 456 pages in Final Draft, and while I enjoyed every minute of the writing process it feels very good to have it completed.

I'm not going to stop writing LoM fic, at least right now, but I am going to be shifting my attention slightly to my original work. I do need to practice writing short stories (this was supposed to be my attempt at a short story and look how that turned out.) So since I did promise Sam some fluff for all the torture here, if anyone has any fic requests, fluff or otherwise, please post them in the comments and I'll make a list and try to go through them.

Thank you all again for being such an awesome comm and, as always, please enjoy!

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His mum wanted him to buy a new suit. Despite his insistence that he had plenty of nice suits already, the Saturday before his review Sam found himself being dragged to the tailor’s and getting fitted by a very short Italian man who didn’t understand the concept of “personal space.”

When he lamented his fate to Gladys she told him she supported him one-hundred percent. She didn’t see a reason that Sam should ever wear clothes at all.

Sam had to admit he looked good in a suit and did prefer it to the atrocious seventies shirts he now kept in a special part of his walk-in closet. It was the action of buying a suit that had upset him. Actually purchasing such an article of clothing meant that he now saw himself as staying in 2006. Well, it was 2007 now. A full year to the day since he had woken up. A full year to the day since Gene Hunt had died.

Handing his credit card to the merchant had been painful enough due to the exorbitant cost of the ridiculous thing but entering his pin code had been akin to signing away his past, admitting he would never return to the land orange and brown. To Ray and Chris. To Annie. To Gene.

Things were certainly better for him now than before the coma but the instincts Gene had honed so well for him were telling him nothing would be as good as it had been in 1973. Even after meeting Gladys, Sam would walk down the street and wonder what would happen if he stepped off the curb just as the bus would pass. Would he simply be splattered across the road? Would he wake up at St. Mary’s in 1973? Before or after the kidnapping? Before or after his breakdown in front of the Super? If he did go back, would he have anything to go back to?  Gene, certainly, and the others but what about his job? And would he be alright mentally or...at less than his full capacity? 

Sam decided Gene was right when he told him he thought too much. He’d simply asked himself if he should go with the red or blue tie and had found himself in the middle of an existential crisis.

“Right. Red or blue.” Maybe asking himself out loud would help. Before he could come up with a definite answer there was a frantic knocking at his front door.

“Sam!” He heard Gladys shouting on the other side and immediately dropped both ties to the floor. “Sam! Are you there?”

He opened the door in a flash and saw Gladys standing there, face flushed and stained with tears, her usually neat hair an awful mess.  Before he could say anything she threw her arms around his neck and started sobbing.

“Hey, hey. What’s the matter?” He pulled her inside and shut the door.

“ ‘S Mum. I can’t...I can’t find her,” she wept into his shoulder.

“Come here.” He guided her to the sofa and helped her sit down. “Take a deep breath and tell me what happened.” He held her hand with his while brushing the other through her hair.

“I had to go down to London yesterday to meet with my bosses. See if I could negotiate more time off. Well, they’re miserable old poncey bastards who couldn’t give a shit how many clients I’ve pulled in for them and everything just went horribly. Then I missed my train and didn’t get back til late.”

“Is that when she went missing?” Sam felt his own heart race. Gladys and Mrs. Hunt were his last connections to his past life. He couldn’t imagine losing either one of them now.

Gladys shook her head. “No. My aunt was with her. But I was completely knackered and in such a foul mood I just went straight to bed and left my keys on the hall table ‘stead of hiding them. I always have to hide them else Mum will...She wasn’t anywhere in the house this 
morning. I’ve been running round like a spastic headless chicken but I haven’t found her anywhere.” Gladys went very still and squeezed Sam’s hand tighter. “ ‘S all my fault, if I don’t find her. If something happens. I promised Daddy. My last words to him. I promised I’d look after her and I’ve let him down. I knew today would be a bad day I knew it cos, it’s, you know...and still...I’ve gone and fucked it all up.” She dropped her head in her hands, her normally boundless energy gone.

“Good thing your boyfriend’s a high ranking police official then. “ And Sam praised modern technology as he only had to reach in his pocket and pull out his mobile instead of leaving Gladys’ side to reach the landline.

“Maya? It’s Sam. I need you to put plod on the lookout for a missing person...Plod...Uniformed officers then. Just listen, please? Her name is Margaret Hunt. Seventy-one. Graying auburn hair. Green eyes. She has Alzheimer’s and hasn’t been seen since last night. And I need you to check all the area hospitals to see if they’ve admitted anyone fitting that description...Top priority...I know what time my review is Maya. Can you take care of this please? For me?...Thank you.” Sam hung up the phone with the press of a button, an action that one year on still filled him with unexplained glee, and started to rise from the couch. “Right. So where haven’t you checked yet?”

Gladys didn’t move from the couch as she looked up at Sam. “Oh God. That’s today. Your review. Shit. I didn’t even...I shouldn’t have bothered...”

Sam sat back down beside her and gently turned her face to his. “This is more important,” he confided to her in complete seriousness. “This will always be more important. Now, where would she go?”

“She’s only wandered once before. Right after Daddy...” Gladys fought hard to control her tears. “She went looking for him.”

“Have you checked the cemetery?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “And I told the ground’s keeper to ring me if he saw her.”

“Good. Good thinking. Where else?”

“Uhm, everywhere she likes to shop or visit. I still take her those places so I remember them but if she’s looking for Dad...we only lived here til I was seven. I don’t remember all the places he went.”

Sam could feel his eyes light up. “I might have an idea.” He took her hand and hurried out the door and out of the building, completely forgetting anything involving ties or suits. “You drive here?”

“Yeah. I’m over there.” She pointed to a car parked half on the road, half on the pavement.

“Definitely your father’s daughter,” Sam mumbled as they rushed over.

“What?”

“Nothing. I thought you had a BMW. Since when do you drive an Audi Quattro?” Sam asked in slight distaste as he hopped in the  passenger’s seat.

“It was Dad’s. After he sold the Cortina. I take it out every once in awhile, keep the engine running smoothly.” Gladys had seemed to regain her emotional strength as she revved the engine and pulled onto the road.

Fifteen minutes later they were parked outside Sam’s chosen destination.

“The chip shop?” Gladys asked disbelievingly as they left the car.

“I was right before, when I said it used to be a pub? It was an old copper’s pub, The Railway Arms, back in the seventies. I’d say there’s a fair chance your dad spent a lot of time here back in the day.” He hoped Gladys couldn’t see his smirk.

Together they ran inside and didn’t have to search long to see a confused waitress trying to explain that no one called “Nelson” worked there.

“Mum!” Gladys shouted. The waitress sighed with relief and hurried away while she had the chance.

“Gladys Hunt,” Margaret scolded. “You are much too young to be in a pub. I’m going to give your father a right going over soon as I find him. I’ve told him time and time again. Do not bring your daughter to the darts match. She is not your lucky rabbit’s foot and that Skelton lad will probably poke her eye out.”

Gladys was too relieved to try and correct her and simply took her by the arm and guided her back to the door.

“DI Tyler,” Margaret accused in the same scolding tone. “You should know better than to let Gene take her out like this. My husband’s been rubbing off on you lad. Not a good sign,” she tsked. “Can you at least yell at him for me? He might actually listen to you.”

“Uhm...Right,” Gladys regarded both her mother and Sam more oddly than usual. “Let’s get you home, Mum.” Gladys escorted Margaret to the Audi, still fixing a sheepish Sam with a curious gaze. After her mother was safely in the backseat, Gladys leaned on the car and tapped her fingers on the roof, staring directly at Sam.

“What?” He asked nervously.

“Nothing...Only...your name sounds familiar, now I think about it. My dad, when he was really pissed, I thought he used to mention--”

“You remember your mother as Alzheimer’s?” Sam interrupted.

“Yeah. You’re right,” Gladys sighed and they both finally got in the car.

“ ‘Sides, I was only born in 1969. Would be impossible,” he smiled.

“Yeah.” Gladys repeated, still sounding unsure as she started the engine. “What time’s your review?”

“Five mintues,” Sam answered, checking the clock and Gladys hit him with an all too familiar grin.

“I can make that.”

Sam gulped and instinctively reached for the handle above the door. “I’d rather you didn’t.”

*

“They look lovely.”

“Bit girly for Dad. Should’ve brought him whiskey or something more suitable.”

“Would be a waste of good alcohol,” Sam smiled.

Gladys helped her mother lay the fresh flowers in front of the large gravestone. Together, the three of them stared at the name silently, missing the man that had forever changed their lives.

“Going to rain soon,” Gladys shivered. “Best get Mum home soon.”

“You go on ahead. I’ll be right there,” Sam encouraged her.

“What? You two need a little private time?” She asked sarcastically.

“Something like that,” he agreed.

Gladys sighed and took her mother by the arm. “Like I said. Completely bonkers.”

Sam laughed quietly and watched them walk away towards the car before turning back to the headstone. As soon as they were out of range, Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a mini bottle of whiskey and set it with the flowers.

“Gene Hunt,” he read off the gravestone. “Husband. Father. Gentleman. Well, two out of three’s not bad, eh Guv?” He smiled and knelt down, pulling at the weeds with his fingers. “I know you hated it whenever I tried to talk about...well anything. But at the risk of sounding incredibly Dorothy, I want you to know I’m sorry. For everything I said...that day. For everything you went through after.”

Sam dropped his hands against his knees and continued to stare at the grass. “I don’t remember everything. It’s all getting a bit hazy to be honest. Especially the things towards the end but...I don’t hate you. I don’t think I ever hated you. Well, there were a few moments during the Raimes case but other than that...”

Sam laughed to himself and finally returned his eyes to the gravestone. “You were able to do what no one else could, Gene. You got me home. You probably never realized what you did for me. No way you could I guess but I want you to know, you did the right thing. You saved me, Guv.” 

Sam reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his badge. It felt silly to show it to grave but he did it anyway. “I finally got it back. I’m officially DCI Tyler, head of A-Division, CID.” Sam heard Gladys shout and turned his head to see the younger Hunt trying to corral her mother back to the car. 

“I’ll watch over them Guv. I’ll keep them safe and our city clean. I promise.” Sam stared at the gray stone one moment more before rising.  “Oh, by the way. Promise me your ghost won’t come back and tear off my scrotum if I try to marry her, alright Guv?” Sam could’ve sworn he heard a roll of thunder in the distance and suddenly the dark sky that had been threatening all day suddenly opened up and rain came pouring down.

Sam stood there and outstretched his arms, relishing the feeling. “This is a brand new suit, you bastard!” He laughed.

“Oi! Coma boy!” Gladys shouted from the car, an old newspaper doing little to protect her from the weather. “You’ll get pneumonia standing out there like that. In the car. Shake a leg. There’s a good lad.”

Sam continued to smile as he briefly placed one hand on the now slick granite then ran back to join the Hunt’s in their car. He leapt into the passenger side and closed the door as quickly as possible before shaking the water from his hair.

“Watch it!” Gladys scolded as she turned on the engine. “You’re getting the upholstery all wet. Worse than a dog you are.”

“How about I make it up to you? Cook you dinner?” Sam couldn’t seem to stop smiling despite the fact he was completely drenched and starting to shiver.

“What did you have in mind?” She asked, still slightly annoyed.

“I know this Jamaican recipe. Omelette with sausage and banana.” Sam excitedly tapped his fingers on his damp trousers.

“That sounds positively ghastly,” Gladys grimaced.

“I think it sounds lovely,” Margaret spoke softly and she and Sam shared a secret smile.

“Well you are out of your flipping mind Mum,” Gladys grumbled as she put the car in gear and backed out of the space. “Right then. Egg and vomit it is.”

Gladys drove carefully through the grim, rain soaked streets of Manchester and as Sam leaned his head back and looked up at the darkened sky, he realized it was the brightest day he had ever seen.
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Followed by: All the Lost Souls
 
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Comments 
10th-Dec-2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
I haven't read it yet, I just wanted to be the first to comment and congratulate you! Well done!
10th-Dec-2007 10:21 pm (UTC)
OK, now that I've read it I can see why you made everything before so angsty: to give this more resonance. Yes, it must've hurt you to do it, but it came out well. :)

Some lines/pasages just made me smile.

Do not bring your daughter to the darts match. She is not your lucky rabbit’s foot and that Skelton lad will probably poke her eye out.

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After her mother was safely in the backseat, Gladys leaned on the car and tapped her fingers on the roof, staring directly at Sam.

“What?” He asked nervously.

“Nothing...Only...your name sounds familiar, now I think about it. My dad, when he was really pissed, I thought he used to mention--”

“You remember your mother as Alzheimer’s?” Sam interrupted.

“Yeah. You’re right,” Gladys sighed and they both finally got in the car.

“ ‘Sides, I was only born in 1969. Would be impossible,” he smiled.

“Yeah.” Gladys repeated, still sounding unsure as she started the engine.

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Sam stood there and outstretched his arms, relishing the feeling. “This is a brand new suit, you bastard!” He laughed.

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Gladys drove carefully through the grim, rain soaked streets of Manchester and as Sam leaned his head back and looked up at the darkened sky, he realized it was the brightest day he had ever seen.


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Now I have to find something else to occupy my time.........




10th-Dec-2007 09:31 pm (UTC)
Lots of tears here. I need time to process this before commenting properly, but I just wanted to say Well Done, you got there. A brilliant achievement.
12th-Dec-2007 05:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
10th-Dec-2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
Oh, damn, the epic is over. But you didn't give us an angsty end! It was positively joyful compared to your other parts. That must have been difficult for you. >P But I loved every word of it!

Gene can control the thunder? Makes absolute sense.

The tie part: Tat sees what you did there.

Thank you for writing this and not giving up on it. Because it surely was a struggle. 86 parts?
12th-Dec-2007 05:40 pm (UTC)
Would you like an angsty end? Because I could write something far more worse...

Of course Gene can control thunder. He's cool like that.

I had a blast writing this but I couldn't even imagine not ending it. I wouldn't have been able to disappoint all you lovely people. :)
10th-Dec-2007 10:12 pm (UTC) - Thank you!
That was lovely. I will admit to wanting Sam to go back to 1973 but this was a fab ending and made me happy none the less. And I will agree with Tat, Gene can definitely control the thunder!
Thank you for this epic, it was a cracking, if at times draining, ride!
I shall read it from beginning to end as my reward when I get this bloody essay done...

(And not to rush you into more writing, as I'm sure you need/want a rest, but are you still writing 'An Ideal for Living'? I can't recall a recent update, and was really enjoying it... Not a pester, just a query!)
11th-Dec-2007 12:00 am (UTC) - Also...
forgot to add, now that it's all written and posted, can you reveal what the horribly evil thing you nearly did in part 59 is? Did we see it in a later part? *is curious*
10th-Dec-2007 10:22 pm (UTC) - An Accomplishment Worth Much Praise
I have been reading your story for quite some time now. It's quite rare that I let myself latch on to very long stories, but yours caught me. I have enjoyed every twist, and I am very happy for you that you have finished it. May you get all of the accolades/internets/cookies you deserve!!!
12th-Dec-2007 05:45 pm (UTC) - Re: An Accomplishment Worth Much Praise
Thank you so much! I know long stories can require a bit of patience from their readers so I'm so happy that you enjoyed it!
10th-Dec-2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
“This is a brand new suit, you bastard!” He laughed. This line made me burst out laughing, so perfectly Sam!
Lovely, lovely ending! Absolutely best way it could have happened; The Hunt family get someone to look after them and Sam gets a link to his past that doesn't involve needing to jump off any buildings or into any canals. Thank you for having Sam thank Gene, it made me tear up a bit but Gene deserved to be acknowledged, truly he did.

relishing the feeling Because just, yes. Fabulous. Love Mrs Hunt and the memories she and Sam share. Love Gladys/Sam (and eh up, I think you made a mistake on the last bit, mistyping her driving 'haphazardly' as 'carefully'...;D) Basically, ♥ to everything! THANK YOU for the time and effort you have dedicated to this fic, it has been so enjoyable to read. You've earned a rest now...

P.S. But while you're resting... maybe you could think about updating that short story you started a little while ago which involved Sam getting shot in a bank? And I'd love to read more about the day Gene found out Sam had gone missing on the way to the hospital, that's really intrigued me, how did Sam disappear into thin air? It's a missing scene...and it's got angsty potential, and I know how much you like writing angsty...*smiles* Please? *hastily hides pitchfork behind back*

Well done, dak! ♥
12th-Dec-2007 05:48 pm (UTC)
Thank you! That's why I needed Sam to stay in the future, because Gene's not there for his family anymore and Sammy could use them just as much.

(And I'll be updating that shorter story shortly, it's first on my list!)

I'd love to read more about the day Gene found out Sam had gone missing
You've gotten my angsty wheels turning and I've already started thinking about what I'll write for this one...

10th-Dec-2007 10:46 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for this nice ending (and for making Sam stay in 2007, exactly as I wanted), I liked it immensely! ♥

You have real talent for writing: plot and character development were always well-balanced and every installment was enjoyable. I'm gonna miss this story very much.

Hope you will write some new LoM fics soon (without neglecting your novel, of course). In the meantime, THANK YOU for this fantastic ride! :)
12th-Dec-2007 05:49 pm (UTC)
Thank you!! I'm so glad you liked the ending.

Oh I'll be writing more. You people can't get rid of me that easy. ;)
10th-Dec-2007 10:51 pm (UTC)
Oh my, I love Gladys Hunt so much and this is a PERFECT ending - well done, I don't think two days would go by without a new chapter, you are obviously a writer with this talent AND discipline!

I don't have a request, just wanted to add I also enjoyed 'An Ideal For Living' and VERY much enjoyed 'Day Trips'. Best of luck with your original work, I'm sure everyone here is extremely happy you will continue to write LoM (LOL @ this was supposed to be a short fic!)

12th-Dec-2007 05:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I was afraid she'd turn out too much like a Mary Sue so I'm very relieved people like her.

I don't think even Gene Hunt himself could get me to stop torturing his Sammy. ;)
10th-Dec-2007 11:08 pm (UTC)
That was an absolutely beautiful ending to a fantastic story. I've followed this from the start, when I used to be a lurker, before I joined the comm. It feels like I'm commenting on an epic movie that I've been watching in installments. Now that it's the end I feel a little down but I'm so glad it had an happy ending. Well done, I simply wouldn't have the patience to do a story of this magnitude, so you deserve a pat on the back for your efforts. Thankyou for sharing and I hope you will continue to write LOM fic.
13th-Dec-2007 12:04 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad you were patient enough with me to stick through it. I'll be writing some more LoM fic but nothing this long again. At least I don't think so...
11th-Dec-2007 01:44 am (UTC)
*applauds* Bravo! Wonderful, wonderful!
13th-Dec-2007 12:05 am (UTC)
Thank you!! :)
11th-Dec-2007 02:37 am (UTC)
I don't think I've commented on this before but I will now.

First and foremost, You got there! 86 parts, I have trouble writing anything over about 700 words.

Secondly, this fic is incredible, and the ending is just perfect. It's not like a conventional happy ending, it's more... hopeful, more real.

Just, thank you for this!

Sky x
13th-Dec-2007 12:06 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm so glad you liked it. I have trouble writing things less than 10,000 words. I think I've just been conditioned to write long, drawn out stories.
11th-Dec-2007 03:02 am (UTC)
Well done! I just wanted to say what a pleasure it's been with you on this journey (epic, maybe I should call it). Fantastic job and you should be right proud of this monster. Lovely fic.
13th-Dec-2007 12:07 am (UTC)
Thank you! This really is a monster, isn't it?
11th-Dec-2007 07:01 am (UTC)
Fantastic. Only word for it.

Thank you for your hard work and dedication - this is truly a stunning piece of work! Even if you were evil quite a few times

And a ♥ to the last chapter :P
13th-Dec-2007 12:08 am (UTC)
Everything I did, I did out of love. ;)

Thank you!!
11th-Dec-2007 07:32 am (UTC)
I lurk. But this was worth coming out of the rafters to say "wow" for. Thank you!

And thanks for finishing. Heh.
13th-Dec-2007 12:09 am (UTC)
I'm so happy I could pull you out of lurker-dom. :)

Thanks so much reading!!
11th-Dec-2007 10:41 am (UTC)
When I first found this community and your story, you were already up in the late 50s chapter-wise. I went back to the start and read all the way through in one sitting, and I've been there for every ensuing chapter. I've not always managed to comment on every occasion, but I just want you to know you have done a fabulous job and you should be very proud of yourself.

Well done for making it through to the end, and for making the last chapter so gorgeous it made me cry and smile at the same time. Thank you for all the beautiful words you have shared with us all.
13th-Dec-2007 12:10 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! It was such a joy to write this and to get all your supportive comments each time. It really helped me write through the more sticky bits.
11th-Dec-2007 10:57 am (UTC)
Brilliant. Brilliant ending happt with a tinge of sadness as well.
I have thoroughly enjoyed this and will missit. I;d also like you to complete the bank story and anything with sammy angst in it really!
13th-Dec-2007 12:11 am (UTC)
Thank you!

The bank story will be finished, promise, and I do have some more Sammy angst in mind. ;)
11th-Dec-2007 11:42 am (UTC)
Congratulations!

I've enjoyed reading this a lot - it's been a wild ride! I'm also glad of the happy ending... though I bet Gene will find a way to haunt Sam if he *does* propose to Gladys!!!
13th-Dec-2007 12:12 am (UTC)
Thank you!

Even after all the torture, deep inside I'm all full of fluff.

Oh and Gene would crawl out of his grave if Sammy tried to take his daughter. ;)
11th-Dec-2007 02:33 pm (UTC)
*massive grin*

best movie i've ever watched ...

knew i wouldn't be able to push pause, and finish it tomorrow night

*hands you an Oscar*
13th-Dec-2007 12:13 am (UTC)
Thank you!!

*Places Oscar in spot of honor*
11th-Dec-2007 08:34 pm (UTC)
Part of me is incredibly sorry that this is over, and part of me is very, very happy for you, and for the happy ending that you gave to Sam. I love the fact that he didn't feel the need to get back to 1973, and that he found a way to fade back into who he was - the "you did it for me" speech was brilliant, as was Sam's reaction to the thunder, and Gladys' screaming at Sam. This was just fantastic, and I'm in awe of how quickly you managed to pump the entire thing out - makes me think that your first novel will likely be finished by the time that you leave the UK (if you do leave, you never know...) Fantastic job, and thanks for the fantastic roller coaster that this has been :)
13th-Dec-2007 12:15 am (UTC)
Thank you! I've loved seeing how our stories were running in parallel (though I am total fear that yours will not have a happy ending). I'm going to miss this story, too, but at least I'll still be able to torture, I mean toy, I mean, have fun with the characters.
11th-Dec-2007 08:54 pm (UTC)
Danke! Danke! Danke! (I thought 'thank you' was not not enough anymore ;P)

Best 'short' fic I have ever read! I really enjoyed it. I absolutely loved all the angst in this story. *admits to be an angst junkie* Now I am looking forward to more stories from you.

The ending was sweet. Sam/Gladys is made of win.
(But I still feel sad for the team in 1973. They never found out what had happened to Sam. And Gene was carrying all this guilt with him all those years. Whatever happened to Annie and Chris? Are they still around? Maybe Sam could visit them? ;))
13th-Dec-2007 12:17 am (UTC)
Thank you! Oh yes, an angst junkie is the best kind of junkie in my opinion. :)

Some things are better left unknown. (Though I am toying with the idea of a sequel but it will be loooong time before I even seriously consider writing it.)
13th-Dec-2007 01:38 pm (UTC)
This story was fantastic! I loved the way you ended it - the thunder rumbling when Sam said about marrying Gladys. The characterisation for the whole thing was brill, and though I missed the 1973 characters, it was like Gladys was a little mini Guv lol and was just a perfect image of what Gene's daughter would be. You ended it in the best possible way and can I just say thank you for making almost every trip I made online worthwhile. I shall miss having to check daily to see whether you updated, but I'm glad it's finally over and I'm not having to wait with bated breath anymore. Thank you so so much... go take a break you deserve it :)).

(P.S. I hope this is coherent lol.)
13th-Dec-2007 03:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Don't worry, it was plenty coherent. :) I'm so glad you enjoyed it and stuck with me through all the messy angst. I absolutely loved writing it.
13th-Dec-2007 05:44 pm (UTC)
Anonymous
Congrats that was a fantastic story that I read in one go...all nighter!!! :-) I just couldn't stop!!!! I was wondering if you were going to finish the bank robber story you were working on? Wasn't there suppossed to be Sam's part in the bank? If you have finished it many apologies and then where can I read it?
13th-Dec-2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Wow! All in one go? I'm in awe. :)

I haven't finished the bank robber story yet but it's next on my list as soon as I have some writing time. Hopefully I'll have the next part posted by the end of the month.
15th-Dec-2007 10:11 pm (UTC)
*Swears in a way that would make Gene Hunt blush*

I wrote a long comment but there was an error with submission and I'm lazy so I'll just say:

Thank you.

Thank you for writing this so so much. It was perfect. I cried.
15th-Dec-2007 11:31 pm (UTC)
I hate it when LJ does that!

Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read it. I'm glad you liked it and were able to stick with me through all the angst and not totally accurate medical information. I hope the crying was a good thing. :)
16th-Dec-2007 04:22 am (UTC)
I admit, I didn't think you could pull of a happily ever after in 2007. In my mind, Sam belongs with Gene, fightin' crime and takin' names. Yes, I was reluctant at first, but you wrote it so well, I changed my mind :) I haven't been able to comment on the last few chapters, but I've liked them all, and watching both Sam and Gene's struggle was amazing to watch. I have a lot of love for Gladys, especially since you didn't Mary Sue her :)

Liked the nod to the Matrix 'Red tie, blue tie' i.e. red pill, blue pill. Will Sam choose the past, or the present? Reality, or delusion? His choice is ultimately the right one for him, and you make it work so well :)
You are done! Kudos to you :D *hands you roses* :)
16th-Dec-2007 11:26 am (UTC)
I told you I'm a softy at heart. I wanted Sam to have some happiness after all that torture. (And I also believe Sam and Gene belong together forever but I that's why I wanted to experiment with other possibilities. :) )

And I'm soooo happy you don't think I Mary Sue'd Gladys. That was what I was worried about most and why I usually avoid writing female OC's.

Thanks so much for sticking through this to the end! And I'm glad I was able to change your mind about the ending. (Now I hide the evil Canadian Mounties away...)
16th-Dec-2007 02:44 pm (UTC)
I just love your idea of a short story! Eagerly awaiting the day you try a long one... This WIP always had me trying to guess what was going to happen next, that's quite an achievement for 86 chapters.
16th-Dec-2007 04:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad I was able to keep you entertained all the way through. :) Yeah, I think I need to double check my definition of "short" in the OED.
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