Life on Mars fic; Tu£sday cross over, Gene/Sam, PG-13
Title: My Boy Lollipop
Author: Kuroshokora
Word count: 595
Pairing: Gene/Silver, Gene/Sam
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Life on Mars/Tu£sday cross-over. Gene’s starting to see Sam’s face everywhere.
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The man across from him was annoyingly flippant. Gene wanted to smack his face into the table. But that face... Gene found it difficult to even look at him, and yet he couldn't look away. Keep eye contact, yeah, all the better to unnerve the bugger into a confession, but it was still far too familiar.
"Come on 'Silver'," he jeered, standing up with his palms inches from the scrawny git's denim jacket, his eyes fixed on the wide, slightly scared ones of the other man.
Silver was grinning. Bravado, Gene knew it, he could smell it. But he didn't like it; it was too much like Sam's grin. Sam's shit-eating grin, oh yeah, I'm a smug bastard but I've got you wrapped right round my little finger so I can bloody well afford to be. He needed to calm down. Wasn't going to get an answer out of him like this. He was weakening, getting to be a right sap, and that was all likely Tyler's fault. That he was still a sap over Sam, that was something it was harder to admit. Yeah, he missed him, he missed the irritating little twat.
"You definitely a copper, mate?" Silver enquired, his expression faltering slightly as their eyes locked "Sure you didn't used to do bank jobs?"
"You're thinking of a different bloke." Gene said shortly, unaccountably uncomfortable by the soft, surprised light of recognition kindling in his suspect's eyes.
Because he wasn't Sam. Maybe Gene was just seeing his face everywhere he looked. Maybe it was something mental and complicated that Sam would have thrown a massive nutter tissy over, and that Gene preferred to ignore. Silver wasn't Sam and apart from the physical resemblance, there wasn't a single thing he would have picked up on. The man's accent was distinctly Scouse, more whiny and nothing like the poncy clever dick Tyler. Not half clever enough. Just like the rest of the scum they drag in off the streets.
Course, Silver was smart enough to remember whole complicated plans and cut off alarms. He was smart and streetwise even if he didn't know the capital of sodding Timbuctoo and wouldn't know heads or tails of that forensics bollocks. He wore scruffy denim and a trendy cap and chain-ate lollipops. He'd been eating one when they picked him up. Gene had thought he was smoking at first sight, but no, those cheap boiled lollies. Few a penny. Silver must have an unlimited supply, from the way he kept producing them from his pocket. Like he was doing now, wrapping his lips around the shiny red ball, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked, clenching the stick between his teeth just like a cigarette. As though he wants to look tough but isn't grown up enough yet. But God, if the sight of that shiny lolly sliding between those wet, sticky lips...
"Guv!"
They both turned. Chris, cheeks slightly flushed and hair a bit all over the place from running, hovered apologetically in the doorway. So apparently they'd just caught the man who'd actually done the deed, so he was right there in the cells, and now Gene's suspect was free to go. So wasn't that dandy?
But damn it all, when Silver had left, had sauntered off back to the underworld and to whatever shitty crime den he'd crawled out of in the first place, Gene couldn't help wishing that it had all played out differently. He spent the rest of the day thinking about soft lips and hard lollipops and the man with Sam's face.