Fic: In the Line of Duty (1/1), white cortina, Sam/Gene, dakfinv
Title: In the Line of Duty
Author: dak
Word Count: 730 words
Rating: white cortina
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Sam's having a little back trouble...
A/N: Just a little something for
culf who's been having some back problems of her own. Feel better soon!!
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.”
“Stop whingeing.”
“It hurts!”
“Pipe down. You’re almost there.”
Sam relied heavily on his human crutch as Gene helped him to the sofa. Yes, he was whining (he was man enough to admit it), but he had never experienced such debilitating back pain before. Every muscle in his lower back felt as if it had been grabbed and twisted out of shape. He could only walk on his own if he was half bent over, and even then only for a few steps. Gene, for all his griping, helped Sam carefully onto the sofa. He placed a pillow behind Sam’s head and propped his feet up onto the cushions.
“Good?” he asked, stepping back.
“Ahhhh...” Sam sighed as his new position immediately lessened the fire burning in his back.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Gene rolled his eyes.
“Cheers, Guv,” he smiled as he closed his eyes, slowly relaxing.
“Have some work in the garden. Leave you it then, shall I?” Gene asked, walking out of the room.
“Hm-mm,” Sam mumbled and waved him away, wincing as the arm movement strained his back. Gene grunted in response and left the room.
*
He had been on his own only a half-hour before Sam realized he was thirsty. He’d had nothing to eat nor drink since the morning - long before the whole fiasco had occurred.
“Guv?” he called out. There was no answer. “Gene?” he tried louder, but it was useless. Hunt was outside. He’d never hear. Deciding to take matters into his own hands, Sam leaned to his left, slowly lowering his feet to the floor and raising his body from the comfort of the couch. He managed to make it an impressive five steps before collapsing to the floor.
“Shit!” he hissed as the pain radiating from his lower back throughout the rest of his body. He curled in on himself, not even trying to stand. There was no way he could. He rocked back and forth, trying to ease the pain, when he heard Gene reenter the house.
“Guv?” he called out through clenched teeth.
“What is it now, Tyler?” he moaned. “Christ, you berk,” he added upon seeing Sam’s current condition. He hurried to his DI’s and helped him back to the couch. “Doc said you were s’posed to say in bed.”
“I wasn’t in bed. I was on the sofa. And I was thirsty,” Sam grimaced as lay back down.
“Don’t get snippy with me, Sunshine. I ain’t the one what buggered you up in the first place.”
“No. Not this time.”
“Smart alec. Here. Roll over.”
“Gene I don’t think I’m...”
“Not that, daft git.”
Gene helped Sam move to his stomach, then lifted up the back of his shirt. With a warm hand, he slowly caressed Sam’s lower back, rubbing soothing circles over the injured muscles.
“Uuuuhhh...” Sam moaned into the pillow covering his face.
“Better?” Gene asked, continuing to work his hands over the area.
“Hmmm...” he agreed.
“Shouldn’t even be doing this. Your fault, you know?”
“Ahhhh...”
‘You go racing after that crim like you were some twenty-year-old flatfoot.”
“Yeah...”
“Take too long a stride.”
“NoIdin’t...” he mumbled.
“Your pretty, little arse goes right down,” Gene rubbed the area carefully before pulling down Sam’s shirt and turning him back over. “So, you want summit to drink?”
“Water,” he sighed, sinking into the sofa.
Gene nodded and started to leave.
“Oh! And my pills. I didn’t take him when he got home.”
Gene nodded and started to leave.
“Oh! And probably something to eat. I shouldn’t take narcotics on an empty stomach.”
Gene nodded and started to leave.
“Oh! Could you make it a ham sandwich? I could murder a ham sandwich.”
Gene nodded and started to leave.
“Oh! Could you put some mustard on it? Not a lot, just enough for a some flavor.”
Gene nodded and started to leave.
“Oh! And could--”
Gene turned round and punched Sam in the face, knocking him out cold.
“There you are, Sammy-boy. No pain when you’re sleeping, is there?” he smiled and gave him a quick peck on the forehead, then smoothed down his ruffled hair.
Gene made sure a glass of water, the pill bottle, and a ham sandwich with a tiny bit of mustard was all lined up on the coffee table before returning outside.