Who: Puppet!Sam and Gene Hunt
When: Early Sunday Morning
Where: 5A
Summary: A slash-freal fangirl intern is controlling Sam Tyler. He's going to need to scrub off his top layer of skin if he ever finds out about this.
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, being pummeled rightly to death by the most homophobic idiot on the planet, and Sam acting non-Sammish and playing into all of Gene's fears.
Sam Tyler blinked open his eyes and smirked cruelly. The person controlling the spare meat-suit was not the real detective inspector but no one had to know that. Not yet at least. Oh, she knew that Manchester's sheriff would figure it out before too long, as any good detective, drunk or not, might. But for now? Now she'd have fun.
As soon as she got use to these controls... Ah! There! She could move Sam's hand. And cause him to turn over onto his side. And slip an arm around the bulging belly of the man that had once again crawled into bed with him accidentally after using the toilet in the middle of the night instead of climbing up the bunk bed ladder.
"Guv--" Oh, she liked that, hearing her voice come out like his. Rough. Manchurian. Sexy. Yes. This was going to be fun!