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Fic, Wine and Candles (1/4), White Cortina, by DorsetGirl 
25th-Jan-2008 12:42 pm

Title: Wine and Candles

Author: DorsetGirl

Fandom: Life on Mars

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or their universe. BBC/Kudos do. I’m not making any money out of this.

Rating: White Cortina

Word Count: 935

Characters: Sam, Gene

Spoilers: None.

Summary: Gene can cook.

Author’s Note: For the “Buddy Cops’ Candlelit Dinner” challenge thrown down by NeuralClone. Thank you for the prompt, NC; I’ve spent so long recently on finishing off a long WIP that I’d lost inspiration, and I was getting worried I might never write Sam/Gene again. Not beta’d.

 

 

 

 

Wine and Candles

 

“But Guv, you can’t even cook.”

 

“I can learn.”

 

“In 20 minutes?”

 

“I’m worried about yer Tyler. It embarrasses me to say it, but I am. Your scrawny little arse gets scrawnier by the day.”

 

“What, been looking have you?”

 

“No I have not! I just ... you’re on my team, that’s all. I look after my team. Even the nancy bender members of it.”

 

“Well, that’s very kind Guv, but I’m not sure...”

 

“No-one’s asking you to be sure, Tyler. For God’s sake, just for once let go. Go along with what happens and don’t have to be thinking about everything. Just ... I don’t know, go and ... have a lie down or something, while I sort yer out some food.”

 

“You’re telling me to go and have a lie down. While you sort out some food. OK, then, I will.”

 

Shaking his head in disbelief, Sam wandered out of the room. Watching him go, Gene grinned and turned back to the fridge. Butter, mince, onion. He bet the nancy git had spices somewhere as well. He roughly shoved aside bottles and cans on Tyler’s perfectly aligned shelves. Bingo. Cumin, coriander, chilli. OK, now we’re cooking, he thought. Knew I still had it.

 

20 minutes later the sauce was bubbling gently and the kettle was nearly boiling, so he left it all to its own devices for a minute while he went to check on Tyler. He really had been looking like shit the past few days. God knows why you’d worry about a grown man not eating properly, but ... He didn’t pursue that thought any further, but peered round the bedroom door, careful not to move it in case it creaked.

 

He smiled to himself as he saw that Tyler actually had obeyed orders for once. He was curled up on his horrible little bed and he looked fast asleep. Gene moved the door experimentally: although it creaked, all Tyler did was twitch slightly. Good. Gene pulled the door to and went back to the kitchen.

 

OK then, next. Plates – easy, he just knew Tyler would be the sort that always did the washing up straight away. Cutlery, ditto. Glasses. He’d have to use the tumblers he’d brought along himself the day he’d refused to drink one more late night Scotch out of Tyler’s plastic tooth mug.

 

Slipping silently back out to the car, he rummaged in the boot for the bottle of red wine he’d hidden there. Carling had spotted it and he’d had to make up some stupid story about a darts night raffle. Luckily Carling had gone for it; he didn’t want the story getting around that the Genie drank poncy wine.

 

Tyler was still asleep when he came back. Resisting the urge to cover him up – didn't want anyone thinking he was going soft in his old age – Gene went back to the kitchen and got the rice on, then opened the wine. There was a corkscrew in the drawer and he winced as the cork popped unexpectedly loudly. The bed creaked, but no further sound, as of an over-tired Detective Inspector waking up and interrupting proceedings too early.

 

Gene moved purposefully around the kitchen, setting the table, arranging the chairs. He poured a little of the wine and sniffed it. Tasted it, rolling it around his mouth assessingly. Mmm, that should be good enough even for Tyler.

 

Finally, he served the food, arranged the chopped parsley as artistically as could be expected of a man who didn’t believe in that sort of thing, and – final touch – lit the candles he’d found in Tyler’s cupboard. Well, stands to reason, doesn’t it, he’s got ‘em, he likes ‘em. So use ‘em.

 

Tyler was still fast asleep, so Gene opened the door and slammed it shut, then crashed the pans back onto the cooker. Sure enough, there he was, staggering slightly as he tried to wake up on the move. “Guv, what the ...”

 

“ ...bloody hell!” Sam stared at the food then at Gene. “You ...  cooked. Food. For me. For ... us?”

 

“Well, I could bugger off and leave you to dine in solitary splendour if that’s how you’d prefer it, Tyler. But I warn you I’ll be taking the wine with me if I do.”

 

“... wine. But you don’t...”

 

“Shows how much you know, then, doesn’t it. Sit down, Tyler, before you fall down. And eat before you fade away completely.”

 

“You cooked. For me. But you ... wine? Candles?” Sam sat down abruptly, staring at the carefully laid table, the beautifully arranged food, the flickering candles in the newly-polished wooden candleholders.

 

“Guv? What ... I mean ... is ... are you...?”

 

“You’re not making much sense, Tyler, now do as you’re bloody well told and eat.”

 

“Gene, seriously, I didn’t know you could cook. And ...” he swept a hand over the table, indicating the wine and the candles.

 

Gene moved forward and clinked his own glass against Sam’s.

 

“Take it as a seduction scene, Sam. Or not, if you prefer. Your choice: I’m yer senior officer, Tyler, I’m not going to force meself upon you if you’re not interested.” He looked away for a moment, pulling out the chair opposite Sam’s.

 

Sam spluttered his wine and looked up at Gene.

 

“Well, it’s not what I expected - I had more in mind a good night’s sleep and some aspirin, but ...”

 

He let the words trail off, and grinned.

 

“Yeah, I’m interested Guv. When do we start?”

 

“After the bloody food, you nonce. For the third time, eat. I don’t want you fainting half-way through, do I.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Continues in Part 2

DG1
Comments 
25th-Jan-2008 12:54 pm (UTC)
I don’t want you fainting half-way through, do I.”

*grin*

Wonderful last line for a wonderful piece. And Gene can cook! Who knew?!

Fantastic, as always, hon!
25th-Jan-2008 01:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you love, glad you liked it!

I sent Sam Williams off for beta yesterday, and I really was going to give myself a few days off from ficcing to tackle some RL issues...
25th-Jan-2008 01:07 pm (UTC)
This was so lovely. Who would have guessed the guv could cook, no wonder Sam was astonished, he'll do anything to get into Sam's pants eh?. Great to see a new fic from you :)
25th-Jan-2008 01:13 pm (UTC)
I'm not sure he would ever cook for anyone else. But yeah, when it's Sam...

Glad you liked it; thanks for commenting.
25th-Jan-2008 05:16 pm (UTC)
Aww, this was really sweet!!! :D

Great last line, too. It's always nice to read something fluffy!
25th-Jan-2008 10:03 pm (UTC)
Thank you; Gene always has to have the last word.
25th-Jan-2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
I liked the way The Gene Genie is protective of Sammy boy. well in his own way!
And Gene reducing the sauce - isn't he the artesan!
Liked the idea of Sams plastic tooth mug. For some reason it made me laugh.
25th-Jan-2008 10:10 pm (UTC)
Gene had obviously considered well before this particular day, just how much he wanted to protect Sam. There's so much angst in the comm nowadays that I just wanted to write something light and happy.

I'm not sure where the tooth mug came from - well, I am in so far as in that kind of shitty flat it would be the only thing available as a second glass. But I'm glad the subconscious wrote this, because if my conscious mind had written it, I'd still be there now trying to work out why it was Gene that got the tooth mug not the clean glass on his first few visits. Strangely intimate, really...

Thanks for the comment; maybe see you in March?
25th-Jan-2008 07:57 pm (UTC)
*sighs happily at classic method of seduction*

I'm always a sucker for a fic that involves food, and this is a (pardon the pun) peach. I loved that last line as well.
25th-Jan-2008 10:17 pm (UTC)
this is a ... peach

On the assumption that you had in mind a ripe, melting, suckable *gathers composure and banishes images* sort of peach, rather than the kind you get in supermarkets, thank you.

I do like Gene's one-liners, so I'm glad this one worked for people.
25th-Jan-2008 08:59 pm (UTC)
Oh right, YOU run out of inspiration? Ye of little faith! Anyway this lovely, funny little fic just proved you wrong so argument over. Nah nah nah.

THIS is one of my favorite bits of all time, now:
...arranged the chopped parsley as artistically as could be expected of a man who didn’t believe in that sort of thing, and – final touch – lit the candles he’d found in Tyler’s cupboard. Well, stands to reason, doesn’t it, he’s got ‘em, he likes ‘em. So use ‘em.

That is SO very, very Gene. To a 't', really, just down to the bones, if Gene were ever to do this (I so hope he would).

...but you know...*cough cough*...you sort of left it hanging there...*shuffles feet*...I mean, what about DESSERT??????

*bats eyes all innocently, like some other folks do*


25th-Jan-2008 10:38 pm (UTC)
THIS is one of my favorite bits of all time, now:
... arranged the chopped parsley as artistically as could be expected of a man who didn’t believe in that sort of thing


Well, we should get along fine then, because that's me; it's one of the reasons I'm more comfortable writing Gene than Sam. I am that non-arty, impatient sod.

That is SO very, very Gene. To a 't', really, just down to the bones

I take that as a huge compliment; thank you very much.

I don't know about dessert at this stage. I really did mean to give myself a few days off from ficcing, because you wouldn't believe the RL issues I've ignored and failed at in getting Sam Williams out to beta. (And it was difficult, because Gene talks to me, while writing Sam is all conscious effort).

Anyway, thanks for a lovely comment. /rambling
25th-Jan-2008 09:19 pm (UTC)
Mmmm! Sweet and fun and hints of teh sexy stuff to come...
And I loved the comment about having to lie to Ray about the wine :D

really looking forward to your mammoth masterpiece!
25th-Jan-2008 10:47 pm (UTC)
Carling would think Gene was turning gay or something if he thought he was drinking wine...

I'm pleased you liked it - thank you.


my beta came back to me half an hour ago and said she likes the story, so that's a good start. Now she's working on the detailed crit ...*is very nervous*
25th-Jan-2008 10:14 pm (UTC)
This has to be my favourite Gene, being sweet and caring but staying gruff on the outside. Naturally, Sam can see right through him :)

btw, has Clonesgirl let you know there's a new chapter of A Different Perspective up? - I know you've posted about this series in the past.
25th-Jan-2008 10:26 pm (UTC)
Thank you; yes, I love this Gene, and I like writing him. I think Sam likes him too; he'd be a bit nervous of a Gene who was too soft and sweet.

Yes, I had an email this afternoon from Clonesgirl (we've been exchanging a lot of thoughts on Sam/Gene and Ashes to Ashes), and when I've done my comments I'm going to ask her if she wants a link put up. I'm going to try to persuade her to join LJ so she can get proper comments. Apparently no-one commented last time, presumably because it's extra hassle doing an email rather than just hitting Reply.

Or I guess there's no reason why you shouldn't just post up the link yourself if you want - you did one of the early ones, didn't you?
25th-Jan-2008 10:23 pm (UTC)
It's just so Gene that he goes to all this effort 0f classic seduction methods and then doesn't actually attempt to seduce, just comes out with a flat statement

“Take it as a seduction scene, Sam. Or not, if you prefer. Your choice: I’m yer senior officer, Tyler, I’m not going to force meself upon you if you’re not interested.”

Thank you!
25th-Jan-2008 10:50 pm (UTC)
He's just this interesting balance, isn't he, between tough and confident, and vulnerable. I tried that para a different way round, with the action in the middle of the speech, and it came over too uncertain for the tone of the piece, so I put it back how it was.

But yes, he's basically got enough confidence in himself and enough respect for Tyler's taste and intelligence to just come straight out with it.

Thanks for commenting.

26th-Jan-2008 01:31 am (UTC)
Oh wow. "For me"? :-) I'll have to watch more Starsky and Hutch if this is what it inspires. :-D
26th-Jan-2008 02:12 am (UTC)
Thanks for the comment - and again, thanks for the prompt; writing this has given me back a little confidence that perhaps I can still write Gene/Sam. Although to be fair, this is mainly just Gene.
26th-Jan-2008 05:27 am (UTC)
Bless Gene getting all domestic and mother-henish, he's even cute! :) Big hugs for nice fluffy fic :)
26th-Jan-2008 08:25 pm (UTC)
And big hugs for cute Gene! *wishes*

Thanks for commenting. Glad you liked it.
26th-Jan-2008 08:10 pm (UTC)
Okay I loved all of this. When I was trying to pick out bits that I particularly liked I could have chosen the whole thing. However here are a few:

he didn’t want the story getting around that the Genie drank poncy wine. - bless him for thinking wine is poncy although I suppose it probably was then

“ ...bloody hell!” Sam stared at the food then at Gene. “You ... cooked. Food. For me. For ... us?” - this would have been my initial reaction to and I love how Sam reacts to the whole situation

“After the bloody food, you nonce. For the third time, eat. I don’t want you fainting half-way through, do I.” - and a last line to make me think wonderful thoughts about what happens next!

: )
26th-Jan-2008 08:30 pm (UTC)
"poncy wine". Yes, at that time it was. Mind you, where I come from, even drinking spirits was poofy. Real men only drank pints, lots of them.

It's lovely when people pick out bits they particularly liked, so thank you very much for this. And yes, Sam does handle if with more grace than he might have done. Perhaps there'll be a sequel at some point, but no promises.
27th-Jan-2008 12:28 am (UTC)
This is lovely, and very believable, thank you :) I'm going to save this and use it as an antedote next time I read an angst-ridden fic.
28th-Jan-2008 12:30 am (UTC)
That's a wonderful comment, thank you. All the really good fic going on here at the moment seems to be mega-angsty, and sometimes I just feel that I can get enough of that in RL thank you very much, so I'm glad this hit the spot for you.
27th-Jan-2008 05:06 pm (UTC)
Oh that's so cute and lovely and *Gene*!
28th-Jan-2008 12:37 am (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. As I've said further up, I've been working on something different for a while, and I had been wondering if I'd lost Gene, but luckily it seems not.

Thanks for commenting; looking forward to seeing something from you after your exams!
29th-Jan-2008 09:20 am (UTC)
Loved that line "What, been looking have you?"
Good old Sam. He knows, even when he doesn't know that he knows.
*eyes lose beady look and go all gooey*
10th-Jul-2008 08:37 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry I didn't reply to this at the time; I must have missed it somehow. (I was just checking this for continuity in a later piece and spotted your comment).

Anyway, I'm glad you enjoyed it. And yes, that would be Sam's automatic reaction - he probably has clocked the Guv checking out his arse. Thanks for commenting.
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