[fic: Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes] Surrogate
TITLE: Surrogate
AUTHOR: Janni
WORD COUNT: 225
STYLE/WARNINGS: LoM/A2A crossover. Warnings for excessive shrillness. I am not responsible for your eardrums spontaneously blowing out as you hear the voices in your head, though! Spoilers through S2.08 of LoM. Episode reaction after S1.02 of A2A. Humour of the absolute blackest sort.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes are copyright Kudos and the BBC. No infringement is intended and no money is being made.
SURROGATE
"Just...just...NO!" Ruth Tyler shrieked as she ran across the gravel top of the chrome and glass structure that was Greater Manchester CID in 2007.
"If you want a thing done right, clearly you have to do it yourself. Turns out my mum was right about a fair few things," Ruth muttered as she dragged the now-unconscious DI Alex Drake over to the edge. The latter woman's hospital gown flapped around her ankles and nearly hit her in the eye as she reached around and yanked out her IVs.
"I tried to do this the easy way. I tried so hard. That bullet should have done the trick, and it's not as though I didn't pay the man enough, either. But no! No, you stubborn little minx, you had to pull through. And IN A COMA, no less! What, is the universe taunting me? Has God got it in for me? WHAT DID I DO SO WRONG?!?!" Ruth was nearly hysterical as she attempted to vainly smooth down Alex's hospital gown even as she propped her up at the edge of the roof.
"Still, we can't have you mucking about with the only future my son has left, can we? Happy landings!" Ruth smiled as brightly as she could through her tears as she tipped the limp Alex over the edge and down into the abyss.
AUTHOR: Janni
WORD COUNT: 225
STYLE/WARNINGS: LoM/A2A crossover. Warnings for excessive shrillness. I am not responsible for your eardrums spontaneously blowing out as you hear the voices in your head, though! Spoilers through S2.08 of LoM. Episode reaction after S1.02 of A2A. Humour of the absolute blackest sort.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars and Ashes to Ashes are copyright Kudos and the BBC. No infringement is intended and no money is being made.
SURROGATE
"Just...just...NO!" Ruth Tyler shrieked as she ran across the gravel top of the chrome and glass structure that was Greater Manchester CID in 2007.
"If you want a thing done right, clearly you have to do it yourself. Turns out my mum was right about a fair few things," Ruth muttered as she dragged the now-unconscious DI Alex Drake over to the edge. The latter woman's hospital gown flapped around her ankles and nearly hit her in the eye as she reached around and yanked out her IVs.
"I tried to do this the easy way. I tried so hard. That bullet should have done the trick, and it's not as though I didn't pay the man enough, either. But no! No, you stubborn little minx, you had to pull through. And IN A COMA, no less! What, is the universe taunting me? Has God got it in for me? WHAT DID I DO SO WRONG?!?!" Ruth was nearly hysterical as she attempted to vainly smooth down Alex's hospital gown even as she propped her up at the edge of the roof.
"Still, we can't have you mucking about with the only future my son has left, can we? Happy landings!" Ruth smiled as brightly as she could through her tears as she tipped the limp Alex over the edge and down into the abyss.