Fic: The Kept Man (20/40), brown cortina, dakfinv
Title: The Kept Man (20/40)
Author: dak
Word Count: 1938 this part; [37,489 overall]
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, swearing
Spoilers: 1.04, 1.05, 1.07, 2.08
Pairing: Sam/Warren, Sam/Gene
Summary: AU. Sam woke up with amnesia when he landed in 1973, able to only remember his name, and ended up in the grasp of Stephen Warren. When he and Gene Hunt finally cross paths it starts a chain of events that will either save Sam or damn him.
A/N: From an idea from talcat given via culf. Please enjoy!
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“Cartwright! Where is he?”
“Sorry, sir?”
“DI Tyler. Thought he were in the canteen.”
“Oh. He wanted me to tell you he was going to meet with his former DCI.”
“Where?”
“He didn’t say, sir.”
“Did he leave the building?”
“I don’t know, Guv. I haven’t seen him since.”
Gene growled in frustration and flew down the stairs to reception. It was six p.m. and Sam was nowhere to be found. Gene knew he should have been keeping a better eye on him but he didn’t want the lad to feel like he was being babysat. Plus, after what happened in Lost and Found, Gene decided it would probably be best to keep as much of a distance between them as he could.
This would be a plan underminded by his earlier decision to take Sam home with him but what else could he do? Tyler wasn’t safe, he wouldn’t be for a long time, and the only way Gene felt he’d be protected was if he was doing the guarding himself. Now the little shite and gone and disappeared.
“Phyllis! You seen Tyler?”
“You mean your detainee cum Detective Inspector? Left with that pencil-moustached suit about half hour ago.”
“Did he say where they were goin’?”
“No Guv. I weren’t too keen on that Morgan bloke, though. The way he kept lookin’ at me, gave me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Well if he was undressing you with his eyes, we really do have summit to worry about. I’m goin’ to look for ‘em. You hear anything, use the radio.”
“Sure thing, Guv.”
Gene refused to waste anymore time and loaded himself into the Cortina, deciding that Tyler had better be in one piece else he was going to tear him apart.
*
This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for these few, long months. Answers. True, honest answers as to who he was, what had happened to him. He bounced his knee nervously as he sat across from Morgan at the small cafe table. Sam was leaving his tea untouched and keeping the voices tucked safely away in the back of his head.
“So?” He smiled eagerly, waiting for Morgan. Waiting for everything.
The DCI was as neatly contained as much as Sam was bouncing off the walls. “It’s good to see you, Sam.”
“So you know me,” he tried not to smile but he couldn’t help it.
“We’ve known each other a long time,” Morgan sipped his tea. “Back when you were just a PC. Have you been alright, Sam? We were worried when you didn’t make contact. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I had some sort of car accident on the way in. I couldn’t remember anything about who I was, where I came from. Then I ended up with Warren,” he added, hating the meekness in his voice.
“And now?” Morgan raised an eyebrow.
“I have some memories, of being a detective.”
“Good,” the man allowed himself a tight, thin-lipped grin.
“But that’s all. Just my name and my job. I can’t recall anything else. I’ve tried--”
“What is your name, Sam?” Morgan interrupted.
“Sam. Sam Tyler,” he answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world because, really, it was. Wasn’t it? Morgan’s grin disappeared and he released a low sigh. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m afraid this is worse than I first expected.”
“What is? What are you talking about?” The hope that had been bubbling up inside him cooled to slow simmer.
“Your name is Sam. It’s Sam Williams.”
Sam nearly laughed. “No. No it isn’t--”
“Tyler was your undercover persona for this particular assignment,” Morgan released another pitying sigh.
“You mean at The Warren?” Maybe Gene’s own lie was closer to the truth than either of them realized. Maybe he’d felt drawn to Warren because deep inside he knew it was his job to get close to him, not because he’d been scared and weak.
“Sam, Stephen Warren has nothing to do with it. At least he didn’t...” Hope was no longer simmering but had been tossed out of the pot entirely, to make room for a dark load of despair. “You really don’t remember, do you son?”
It was a ridiculous question, he wanted to scream. Of course he didn’t bloody well know anything. That’s why he’d agreed to speak with Morgan in the first place. He had temporarily lost the power of speech, however, and could only shake his head no.
Morgan kept his back straight as he leaned across the table. “Sam. You were sent here to gather information that would lead to the dismissal, and possible arrest, of Gene Hunt.”
“Wait,” Sam held up his hands as if they could stop Morgan’s words. “Wait, wait, wait. What has Gene got to do with any of this?”
“The police force is in total disarray, Sam. You know that. Unrecorded assaults on suspects and witnesses alike, unsound convictions based on planted evidence, bent officers at every turn. There’s corruption everywhere, spreading like a cancer throughout our noble profession.”
“But Gene--”
“Gene is a tumor, Sam, one of the worst, and that’s why we sent you here. If we were able to make an example of him, the others would topple as well.” It was Morgan who sounded eager now. Sam, though, felt himself shutting down. Everything he knew, thought he knew, had it all been a lie? His name was Williams? He was sent here because of Gene? Was that why he’d been attracted to Gene? How could Warren have nothing to do with it? Warren was everything.
“Why...” he whispered. “Why didn’t you come looking for me?”
Morgan leaned back and sipped his cooling tea. “We tried to be discreet about it. It’s difficult to search for an officer who doesn’t exist. You could’ve been anywhere but the only place where you were ‘Tyler’ was Central Manchester. We would have had to run two entirely different search operations. One for DI Tyler and one for DCI Williams. We couldn’t risk jeopardizing the mission, especially if there was any chance of salvaging it.”
“I’m a DCI?” It was the only thing Morgan said that felt right, and Sam clung to it, using it as his only grip on sanity.
“Yes,” Morgan smiled. “You are DCI Sam Williams of C-Division in Hyde. Try to remember, Sam. You know it’s true.”
He didn’t, though Morgan seemed fairly certain. “So...so you’ll take me home then? Back to Hyde?”
Morgan stirred his tea and even in his paralytic confusion, Sam could tell he was choosing his next words carefully. “We don’t have to.”
“But--”
“Think about it, Sam. Right now, even after all these mistakes, you are exactly where we wanted you to be. In place as Hunt’s DI. I noticed how protective he was of you. I can tell you’ve already gained his trust.”
“Wait--”
“The months you spent at The Warren may not have been a total waste, either. We know Hunt is bent. We know he has deals with that Warren. If you witnessed any of it, gave it as evidence, it would only strengthen our case.”
“You want me to shop Gene?”
“The man’s a Neanderthal, DCI Williams. He has no place in a position of any respect.”
But Gene had saved him. Gene had gotten him away from Warren and now what was he supposed to do? Destroy Gene while Warren got off scot free?
“We need you, Sam. If you can do this, if you’re strong enough, then we can bring you home.”
“Can I...can I think about it?”
“Of course, of course. But we don’t have long, Sam. We need to act as soon as possible if we expect the operation to be successful.”
Sam nodded and left the table, barely able to breathe, let alone walk, and wandered into the night. He couldn’t think anymore. Not about this. Not about anything. All he wanted to do was go home. Why couldn’t anyone take him home?
*
“Jesus fucking bloody Nora! Tyler!” Gene shouted out the window and swerved the Cortina onto the pavement, preventing the skinny sod from walking any further. “Where the bloody hell have you been?” He bellowed as he leapt out of the car. Sam had stopped moving and was staring at the ground. “I told you to tell me if you were leavin’ the station with that prick! For someone who keeps goin’ on and on ‘bout how Warren’s goin’ to kill yeh, you don’t seem that concerned!”
Sam slowly lifted his head. “What?”
Something was wrong. Something had happened. His eyes were empty. His body on autopilot. Whatever that wanker had told him, it had taken something away because Sam was clearly not all there.
“Christ, Sam. Do you even know where you are?” Sam looked at his surroundings for, apparently, the first time. Gene decided to help him out. “You’re three blocks from The Warren!”
“Oh. I thought that looked like Edwards.”
“What?” Gene turned sharply to see Warren’s pitbull one block down and coming towards them. He hadn’t noticed them yet but he was bound to any second, and when he did, it wouldn’t be good for Tyler. So Gene did the only thing he could think of.
He threw Sam against the Cortina and kissed him. Sam remained frozen at first, then slowly melted into Gene.
“What...” he stammered as he came up for air. “What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you,” Gene groaned in annoyance as he trailed his lips down Sam’s neck.
“Yes. I know that bu...ugh,” Sam moaned when Gene’s hand began stroking his jean-clad crotch. He felt Sam shake his head gently, probably trying to clear it. “But...he’ll see us.”
“That’s the whole point, Watson,” Gene replied as he made his way back to Sam’s lips.
“Don’t...” Sam’s hands were in Gene’s hair now, tangling themselves and pulling the larger man closer, despite his verbal protests. “ Don’t you mean, Sherlock?”
“No. Sherlock were the smart one. He gone yet?” It would make more sense if Sam stole a glance. Besides, Gene’s eyes were distracted by a slightly exposed, and very tempting, collarbone.
“He’s...watching, oh!” Sam threw his head back as Gene pressed his fingers against Tyler’s growing erection, continuing to rub. “Now..oh God...now he’s..he’s going...he’s...” Sam was nearly humping Gene’s hand, his hips bucking instinctively as the fingers continued their caress. “Gone. He’s gone,” Sam sighed and Gene reluctantly let him go.
“Good. Now get in the car.”
“Why did you do that?” Sam hadn’t moved from where Gene left him, his mental capacities still not fully restored.
“Had to make it look like you were still doin’ your job. Will give us more time. Can’t say I din’t enjoy it, though. Now get in. ” Gene walked back to the driver’s side door. Sam still didn’t move.
“But someone, anyone, could have seen us. Edwards...they could spread rumors. Warren he could...he could blackmail you just from that. Get exactly what he wanted.”
“Maybe,” Gene shrugged. “Won’t know for certain but what we will know is that he’ll still trust you, which means, he won’t kill you. Yet. Now get in before I do.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“You’re one of my men, Tyler. I told you I protect my men. Now get in the ruddy car so we can get home.”
For the umpteenth time that day, Tyler was on the verge of tears. Gene was going to kill Morgan very slowly and very painfully. He just didn’t know if it would be with his bare hands or if something sharp and pointy would be more fun.
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Part 21
Author: dak
Word Count: 1938 this part; [37,489 overall]
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, swearing
Spoilers: 1.04, 1.05, 1.07, 2.08
Pairing: Sam/Warren, Sam/Gene
Summary: AU. Sam woke up with amnesia when he landed in 1973, able to only remember his name, and ended up in the grasp of Stephen Warren. When he and Gene Hunt finally cross paths it starts a chain of events that will either save Sam or damn him.
A/N: From an idea from talcat given via culf. Please enjoy!
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“Cartwright! Where is he?”
“Sorry, sir?”
“DI Tyler. Thought he were in the canteen.”
“Oh. He wanted me to tell you he was going to meet with his former DCI.”
“Where?”
“He didn’t say, sir.”
“Did he leave the building?”
“I don’t know, Guv. I haven’t seen him since.”
Gene growled in frustration and flew down the stairs to reception. It was six p.m. and Sam was nowhere to be found. Gene knew he should have been keeping a better eye on him but he didn’t want the lad to feel like he was being babysat. Plus, after what happened in Lost and Found, Gene decided it would probably be best to keep as much of a distance between them as he could.
This would be a plan underminded by his earlier decision to take Sam home with him but what else could he do? Tyler wasn’t safe, he wouldn’t be for a long time, and the only way Gene felt he’d be protected was if he was doing the guarding himself. Now the little shite and gone and disappeared.
“Phyllis! You seen Tyler?”
“You mean your detainee cum Detective Inspector? Left with that pencil-moustached suit about half hour ago.”
“Did he say where they were goin’?”
“No Guv. I weren’t too keen on that Morgan bloke, though. The way he kept lookin’ at me, gave me the heebie-jeebies.”
“Well if he was undressing you with his eyes, we really do have summit to worry about. I’m goin’ to look for ‘em. You hear anything, use the radio.”
“Sure thing, Guv.”
Gene refused to waste anymore time and loaded himself into the Cortina, deciding that Tyler had better be in one piece else he was going to tear him apart.
*
This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for these few, long months. Answers. True, honest answers as to who he was, what had happened to him. He bounced his knee nervously as he sat across from Morgan at the small cafe table. Sam was leaving his tea untouched and keeping the voices tucked safely away in the back of his head.
“So?” He smiled eagerly, waiting for Morgan. Waiting for everything.
The DCI was as neatly contained as much as Sam was bouncing off the walls. “It’s good to see you, Sam.”
“So you know me,” he tried not to smile but he couldn’t help it.
“We’ve known each other a long time,” Morgan sipped his tea. “Back when you were just a PC. Have you been alright, Sam? We were worried when you didn’t make contact. What happened?”
“I don’t know. I had some sort of car accident on the way in. I couldn’t remember anything about who I was, where I came from. Then I ended up with Warren,” he added, hating the meekness in his voice.
“And now?” Morgan raised an eyebrow.
“I have some memories, of being a detective.”
“Good,” the man allowed himself a tight, thin-lipped grin.
“But that’s all. Just my name and my job. I can’t recall anything else. I’ve tried--”
“What is your name, Sam?” Morgan interrupted.
“Sam. Sam Tyler,” he answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world because, really, it was. Wasn’t it? Morgan’s grin disappeared and he released a low sigh. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I’m afraid this is worse than I first expected.”
“What is? What are you talking about?” The hope that had been bubbling up inside him cooled to slow simmer.
“Your name is Sam. It’s Sam Williams.”
Sam nearly laughed. “No. No it isn’t--”
“Tyler was your undercover persona for this particular assignment,” Morgan released another pitying sigh.
“You mean at The Warren?” Maybe Gene’s own lie was closer to the truth than either of them realized. Maybe he’d felt drawn to Warren because deep inside he knew it was his job to get close to him, not because he’d been scared and weak.
“Sam, Stephen Warren has nothing to do with it. At least he didn’t...” Hope was no longer simmering but had been tossed out of the pot entirely, to make room for a dark load of despair. “You really don’t remember, do you son?”
It was a ridiculous question, he wanted to scream. Of course he didn’t bloody well know anything. That’s why he’d agreed to speak with Morgan in the first place. He had temporarily lost the power of speech, however, and could only shake his head no.
Morgan kept his back straight as he leaned across the table. “Sam. You were sent here to gather information that would lead to the dismissal, and possible arrest, of Gene Hunt.”
“Wait,” Sam held up his hands as if they could stop Morgan’s words. “Wait, wait, wait. What has Gene got to do with any of this?”
“The police force is in total disarray, Sam. You know that. Unrecorded assaults on suspects and witnesses alike, unsound convictions based on planted evidence, bent officers at every turn. There’s corruption everywhere, spreading like a cancer throughout our noble profession.”
“But Gene--”
“Gene is a tumor, Sam, one of the worst, and that’s why we sent you here. If we were able to make an example of him, the others would topple as well.” It was Morgan who sounded eager now. Sam, though, felt himself shutting down. Everything he knew, thought he knew, had it all been a lie? His name was Williams? He was sent here because of Gene? Was that why he’d been attracted to Gene? How could Warren have nothing to do with it? Warren was everything.
“Why...” he whispered. “Why didn’t you come looking for me?”
Morgan leaned back and sipped his cooling tea. “We tried to be discreet about it. It’s difficult to search for an officer who doesn’t exist. You could’ve been anywhere but the only place where you were ‘Tyler’ was Central Manchester. We would have had to run two entirely different search operations. One for DI Tyler and one for DCI Williams. We couldn’t risk jeopardizing the mission, especially if there was any chance of salvaging it.”
“I’m a DCI?” It was the only thing Morgan said that felt right, and Sam clung to it, using it as his only grip on sanity.
“Yes,” Morgan smiled. “You are DCI Sam Williams of C-Division in Hyde. Try to remember, Sam. You know it’s true.”
He didn’t, though Morgan seemed fairly certain. “So...so you’ll take me home then? Back to Hyde?”
Morgan stirred his tea and even in his paralytic confusion, Sam could tell he was choosing his next words carefully. “We don’t have to.”
“But--”
“Think about it, Sam. Right now, even after all these mistakes, you are exactly where we wanted you to be. In place as Hunt’s DI. I noticed how protective he was of you. I can tell you’ve already gained his trust.”
“Wait--”
“The months you spent at The Warren may not have been a total waste, either. We know Hunt is bent. We know he has deals with that Warren. If you witnessed any of it, gave it as evidence, it would only strengthen our case.”
“You want me to shop Gene?”
“The man’s a Neanderthal, DCI Williams. He has no place in a position of any respect.”
But Gene had saved him. Gene had gotten him away from Warren and now what was he supposed to do? Destroy Gene while Warren got off scot free?
“We need you, Sam. If you can do this, if you’re strong enough, then we can bring you home.”
“Can I...can I think about it?”
“Of course, of course. But we don’t have long, Sam. We need to act as soon as possible if we expect the operation to be successful.”
Sam nodded and left the table, barely able to breathe, let alone walk, and wandered into the night. He couldn’t think anymore. Not about this. Not about anything. All he wanted to do was go home. Why couldn’t anyone take him home?
*
“Jesus fucking bloody Nora! Tyler!” Gene shouted out the window and swerved the Cortina onto the pavement, preventing the skinny sod from walking any further. “Where the bloody hell have you been?” He bellowed as he leapt out of the car. Sam had stopped moving and was staring at the ground. “I told you to tell me if you were leavin’ the station with that prick! For someone who keeps goin’ on and on ‘bout how Warren’s goin’ to kill yeh, you don’t seem that concerned!”
Sam slowly lifted his head. “What?”
Something was wrong. Something had happened. His eyes were empty. His body on autopilot. Whatever that wanker had told him, it had taken something away because Sam was clearly not all there.
“Christ, Sam. Do you even know where you are?” Sam looked at his surroundings for, apparently, the first time. Gene decided to help him out. “You’re three blocks from The Warren!”
“Oh. I thought that looked like Edwards.”
“What?” Gene turned sharply to see Warren’s pitbull one block down and coming towards them. He hadn’t noticed them yet but he was bound to any second, and when he did, it wouldn’t be good for Tyler. So Gene did the only thing he could think of.
He threw Sam against the Cortina and kissed him. Sam remained frozen at first, then slowly melted into Gene.
“What...” he stammered as he came up for air. “What are you doing?”
“I’m kissing you,” Gene groaned in annoyance as he trailed his lips down Sam’s neck.
“Yes. I know that bu...ugh,” Sam moaned when Gene’s hand began stroking his jean-clad crotch. He felt Sam shake his head gently, probably trying to clear it. “But...he’ll see us.”
“That’s the whole point, Watson,” Gene replied as he made his way back to Sam’s lips.
“Don’t...” Sam’s hands were in Gene’s hair now, tangling themselves and pulling the larger man closer, despite his verbal protests. “ Don’t you mean, Sherlock?”
“No. Sherlock were the smart one. He gone yet?” It would make more sense if Sam stole a glance. Besides, Gene’s eyes were distracted by a slightly exposed, and very tempting, collarbone.
“He’s...watching, oh!” Sam threw his head back as Gene pressed his fingers against Tyler’s growing erection, continuing to rub. “Now..oh God...now he’s..he’s going...he’s...” Sam was nearly humping Gene’s hand, his hips bucking instinctively as the fingers continued their caress. “Gone. He’s gone,” Sam sighed and Gene reluctantly let him go.
“Good. Now get in the car.”
“Why did you do that?” Sam hadn’t moved from where Gene left him, his mental capacities still not fully restored.
“Had to make it look like you were still doin’ your job. Will give us more time. Can’t say I din’t enjoy it, though. Now get in. ” Gene walked back to the driver’s side door. Sam still didn’t move.
“But someone, anyone, could have seen us. Edwards...they could spread rumors. Warren he could...he could blackmail you just from that. Get exactly what he wanted.”
“Maybe,” Gene shrugged. “Won’t know for certain but what we will know is that he’ll still trust you, which means, he won’t kill you. Yet. Now get in before I do.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“You’re one of my men, Tyler. I told you I protect my men. Now get in the ruddy car so we can get home.”
For the umpteenth time that day, Tyler was on the verge of tears. Gene was going to kill Morgan very slowly and very painfully. He just didn’t know if it would be with his bare hands or if something sharp and pointy would be more fun.
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Part 21