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Fic: Nothing to Worry About (1/1), white cortina, dakfinv 
30th-Dec-2007 02:55 pm

Title: Nothing to Worry About
Author: dak
Word Count: 1278
Rating: white cortina
Spoilers: none
Pairing: Sam/Gene if you squint and tilt your head
Summary: It's New Year's Eve.
A/N: And here is my attempt at fluff. Well, by fluff I mean I neither shoot, stab, or bring Sam to much physical harm. Please enjoy!

Not that he was worried, or some such girly nonsense like that, but Tyler was drinking a lot tonight. His weight in scotch it looked like which, granted, didn’t take much, the skinny sod, and it was New Year’s Eve after all, wasn’t it? A man had a right to drink more than his fair share during the holidays. Still, his DI had been in an odd mood all day. Again, Tyler being odd not an unusual occurrence and not a behavior that warranted any sort of concern on his part.

“Guv! ‘S your turn,” Ray slurred, holding out the set of darts.

Gene gulped down his whisky, wasn’t going to let a nancy-boy like Tyler out drink him tonight. Though as Nelson refilled the lad’s glass for the umpteenth time, it seemed like an increasing possibility.

“Whoever decided to mix darts and alcohol should be under psychiatric evaluation,” Sam swayed, speaking slowly so as not to stumble over the numerous syllables.

Gene threw the first dart, a near perfect hit. “You of all people shouldn’t be talkin’ ‘bout psychiatrists, Gladys.” Gene tossed his second dart, clearly on pace to beat Ray’s pathetic score.

“S’pose you’re right Guv,” Tyler sighed and finished off yet another double scotch. Gene nearly missed the board entirely with his last throw. That heavy note of resignation in Sam’s voice, that wasn’t normal for Tyler and Gene realized that was what had felt off the whole day.

Ever since the picky pain moped into the station that morning, and mope was the right word, Tyler’s step being devoid of it’s usual smug swagger, his mood had been one of a defeated man. He’d ignored Carling’s typical taunts, not bothering to retort with one of his own usually whip smart comebacks. He didn’t chide Chris when the boy spilled mayonnaise, yet again, over a crucial bit of his beloved evidence. He hadn’t even argued with Gene once, not even when he mocked Tyler’s beloved Reds.

Gladys could sulk but even this was above par. Not even Cartwright’s glittered hair and well placed cleavage could yank the DI’s now sunken eyes off the scotch bottle. Collecting the darts and handing them to a plenty inebriated Skelton, Gene strode back to the bar and planted himself on the stool next to Tyler. Not that he was worried, or course. Just needed a fresh drink himself was all.

“Pint of bitter, Nelson, and whatever Moping Mabel here’s havin’.” Gene pat Sam on the back and was surprised at how tight his muscles were clenched, especially after so much liquor.

“You buyin’, Guv?” Tyler scoffed.

“Course not Dorothy. Thought the man payin’ ought to choose ‘is own drink is all.” Gene accepted his pint from the barman as Sam, without fuss, reached in his pocket for his wallet, nearly falling off the stool in the process. Gene caught him by the shoulder and held him upright while Sam pulled out a tenner and tossed it on the counter. It was the “without fuss” bit that concerned Gene, not that he really was concerned. 

“ ‘Nother Nelson,” Sam pointed to his glass. “An’ keep the change.”

Nelson’s eyes went wide and he and Gene shared a brief look of confusion. “That’s a mighty big tip, mon brave,” Nelson told him as he handed Sam a fresh glass, leaving the note on the counter.

“Won’t be in about, oh, thirty years,” Sam swirled the contents of the glass.

“Better save it for the next round, Tyler,” Gene warned as he sipped his pint.

“Got more,” he sighed, staring down at the sticky counter. “Not like I’ll be needing it tomorrow.” Tyler finished off his scotch while Gene’s glass remained firmly on the bar. There was only one reason a man thought he wouldn’t be needing money for tomorrow and that was that he didn’t think he’d be around tomorrow.

The last glass seemed to be the one to finally rebel as Sam’s pale skin went green and he clutched his stomach.

“Not in my pub, Mr. Tyler,” Nelson warned and Gene quickly stood, grabbing his deputy by the arm.

“Out the back Sam. C’mon.” Gene needed to practically carry his very pissed Inspector out the door.

“Five minutes til the new year, Guv!” Ray called after them as they hurried out of the pub.

Once outside, Sam immediately fell to his hands and knees and sicked up all over the gritty pavement. Gene crouched beside him and rubbed a hand over his leather clad back. Gene had never seem him drink this much, not Tyler, but he wasn’t worried. Not really. Sam heaved again.

“That’s it. Get it out Sammy. Think you’ve had enough for tonight, eh? Knew a girl like you couldn’t hold your liquor. Have a bloody brilliant hangover tomorrow I bet.”

Sam slowly sat back, short hair askew and eyes glazed slightly. “Won’t be a tomorrow,” he muttered.

“Tyler, what the bleeding hell are you on about?”

Sam’s heavy eyes struggled to meet his Guv’s. “ ‘S 1973, yeah?”

“Not for long.”

Sam’s lips formed a mad grin and he poked Gene in the shoulder. “Exactly! What ‘appens when 1973 ends?”

“Typically, it changes to 1974.”

“Yes. Typically! But this isn’t typical is it? Nothing ‘bout this place or my bein’ here, none of it’s typical or normal is it, Guv?” Sam was swaying even as he sat on the ground and Gene had to hold him by the shoulder just to keep him upright. It was only to keep him upright.  That was all. 

“Tyler, do I even need to tell you you’re making less sense than usual or isn’t it obvious even to you?”

“How many minutes, Gene?” Sam suddenly grabbed his Guv by the shirt. “Two? Three? Then what? I din’t think I’d be here long enough to find out but now it’s here. I’m here an’ have no idea what’s goin’ to happen!”

Gene removed Sam’s hands from his shirt and placed his own on Tyler’s forearms, keeping him still. “What? New Year’s works differently in Hyde, does it? Can’t happen less you’ve got forms filled out in triplicate?”

“No, it...but...what’s going to happen Gene?” Tyler wasn’t crying now, was he?” “Will everything disappear? Will I end up someplace else? What if it all goes back to the beginning? What if I have to live through it all again? I don’t...I don’t know if I could do it again.”

Before Gene could answer, the sound of music came drifting out from the filled pub. “C’mon.” Gene stood and held out his hand. “Let’s go, Tyler.” He hoisted the compliant man to his feet and ushered him back through the doors, the sounds of their fellow officers singing “Auld Lang Syne” becoming clearer as they returned to the pub.

“ ‘Appy New Year, Boss!” Chris drunkenly threw his arms around Sam then stumbled off to try and kiss Annie.

Sam checked his watch, then grabbed Gene’s wrist and checked his watch. Then he checked the clock on the wall. It was 12:01 am everywhere he looked. The poor lad looked stunned.

Gene clamped an arm around his shoulder. “Welcome to the 1974, Sam.”

Suddenly, Tyler’s face broke into an enormous grin, making him look much less than his thirty-six years, and Gene felt all his muscles relax at once, a heavy, unknown burden lifted from his slim frame.

Then he passed out, his Guv catching him just before he hit the ground. “Off to bed with you then. Lightweight,” Gene sighed as he hauled the still smiling unconscious body out to his Cortina, but he wasn’t worried. Not anymore. Not that he ever was.
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30th-Dec-2007 03:30 pm (UTC)

The same thing occurred to me (though of course, one would then be obliged to write it - and I *apparently* don't do nice. Or fluff either...), poor Sammy. Bet he's going to have a stinker of a hangover in the morning!

Wonderful little piece, made me smile!!!
31st-Dec-2007 06:06 pm (UTC)
But you do write fluff. I've seen it now! (And am still shocked.)

Thank you!

30th-Dec-2007 03:43 pm (UTC)
Love it, thank you!

Not that I've ever bought into the whole "1973 for ever" bit, but I can see how Sam might. It's different when you're in a situation yourself, after all.

And I love the way Gene takes it for granted it's his job to look after poor drunk Sammy - I always think that's so sweet. You've put across beautifully the idea of Gene watching every tiny move of Sam's but denying his interest even to himself.
30th-Dec-2007 06:36 pm (UTC)
I'm with DorsetGirl in loving how Gene watches every minute action of Sam's and cataloguing it and analyzing it but not because he was worried, of course not! LOL!

Great fic and very sweet, and I could see how Sam would work himself up into a lather over the idea of re-living 1973 over and over because nothing else makes sense, so why not? I like the little unspoken tension there of 'is Sam thinking of suicide? or what???' because it adds a bit of weight to Gene's thought process.

Wonderful, as usual!

31st-Dec-2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Sam can get himself wound up so easily over nothing. Even when I write him fluff I still give him angst. I guess Sam and his emo-ness are inseperable.
31st-Dec-2007 06:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Of course Gene would be keeping on eye on him. Probably even spent the night at his flat, too, just to make sure he'd be alright... ;)
31st-Dec-2007 06:24 pm (UTC)
You mean you thought for a moment that he wouldn't????

I took it for granted!
30th-Dec-2007 06:14 pm (UTC)
Oh man, I remember New Year's Eve 1999. Everbody thought the world was gonna end when the clocks hit midnight.

So I can totally understand Sam here.

31st-Dec-2007 06:10 pm (UTC)
I remember that, too! And then everything was fine and people all over the US had excess amounts of canned SPAM.

Thank you!
30th-Dec-2007 10:32 pm (UTC)
Yay! New Year fic. The holiday fics being posted make me realise the whole two series only cover a period of about 4 months. I so wish there had been a Christmas episode. This was sweet, Gene being all caring *sigh*
31st-Dec-2007 06:11 pm (UTC)
I always love Christmas episodes of my shows and also wish we could have had a LoM Christmas.

Thank you!
30th-Dec-2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
This is so adorable!
31st-Dec-2007 06:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
31st-Dec-2007 12:51 am (UTC)
Nice story, I can quite see Sam being ready for the new year to fade him out, poor lad. Well done, and its was good PoV story for Gene, as well.
31st-Dec-2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I really like writing Gene and had fun doing a story completely from his POV.
31st-Dec-2007 05:52 am (UTC)
aaww so sweet!!
31st-Dec-2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
31st-Dec-2007 02:00 pm (UTC)
You said it's Sam/Gene if you squint and tilt your head, and then put in lines like ...but he wasn’t worried. Not anymore. Not that he ever was. :D

Lovely story. :)
31st-Dec-2007 06:13 pm (UTC)
I know, I know. So maybe I should just reclassify it as "unrequited Sam/Gene?"

The urge to write an actual slash piece is slowly growing. I think it's only a matter of time before I give in to the bunny...

Thank you!
3rd-Jan-2008 07:27 pm (UTC)
And Sam seems to be in one piece - what's wrong?

Really enjoyed the story. And loved lines like this:

Gene had to hold him by the shoulder just to keep him upright. It was only to keep him upright. That was all.

as they had such a sense of promise to them.

p.s. you should give in and write the slash piece *pleads*
3rd-Jan-2008 07:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

Yes, I kept Sammy in one piece but in my defense he did become ill, was incredibly angsty, and ended up unconscious.

(I think the slash piece is coming. I think. I just need the right bunny to start nibbling at my brain.)
3rd-May-2008 04:51 pm (UTC)
“What? New Year’s works differently in Hyde, does it? Can’t happen less you’ve got forms filled out in triplicate?”


I love the uncertainty of this...how you're not sure exactly what it is that Sam's so bothered about, and the tension that goes along with it. And how it's steadily ratcheting, almost a bit like the showdown in the Gazette offices, where it's serious business, the year changing over.

9th-Jul-2008 05:04 pm (UTC)
OMG fluff

...And you made him vomit all over the pavement.

...Sadist! *giggle@Lightweight*
9th-Jul-2008 08:34 pm (UTC)
Yes, fluff from me is quite the rare thing. (Even though it still usually ends up with Sam somewhat sick or beaten up.)

Thank you!
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3rd-Feb-2010 04:48 am (UTC)
Thank you! Gene doesn't care, not really. Just doesn't want to deal with a dead DI, is all. :)
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