Double Trouble by fawsley, green crossover Cortina with Sam, Gene, and Rupert
Title: Double Trouble
Author: fawsley
Characters: implied Sam/Rupert, implied Sam/Gene, and who's that knocking at the door?
Rating: green Cortina
Warning: more Demons (and more!) crossover silliness
Word count: 525
Disclaimer: All the property of the BBC, Kudos, and ITV
Summary: What happens when Gene and Rupert meet?
Note: Follows on from The Smiter Smit. I wasn't going to write any more of that at all but ac_123 and wyvernwolf wanted to know what would happen if Gene walked in on Sammy and Rupert, and once the idea was planted in my mind... Well, you know how suggestible I am. It's actually a triple crossover but I'm not letting on any more than that until the end!
Double Trouble
Gene refilled his glass, glared at it, glared at Sam, studiously ignored the third man in the room, and knocked back his whisky before upending the bottle yet again.
Galvin meanwhile was dipping the corner of a neatly ironed handkerchief into his own tumbler, dabbing carefully at the still oozing cut to his bottom lip. His nose had stopped bleeding by now.
Head in hands, Sam had just about given up trying to make any sense of it at all.
‘Bloody great job, brain! Thanks a bundle! What did I ever do to you that you feel the need to gift me with all this for an alternative reality? Wake up thirty years in the past… Haunted by the creepy kid from the testcard… Shagging my DCI… Now it appears I’m shagging his clone into the bargain and Dolly the Sheep he ain't!’
‘Clone,’ Galvin drawled, nodding painfully at Gene. ‘Weird, I’ll give you that. But stranger things have happened and it makes some sort of sense. No need to go beating yourself up about it.’
Picking up the glass he grinned at his own joke as best he could before downing the whisky, wincing at the sting.
Gene continued to give his full attention to the bottle.
‘Feels like I’ve been badly rewritten in some hokum Yankee telly rubbish. Tell me it’s all an awful dream, Sammy! Tell me I’m going to wake up in a minute and everything’ll be back to normal!’
Sam barked out a sardonic laugh and helped himself to the Scotch.
There was a confused scuffling from outside, footsteps and muffled voices, then an insistent rapping at the door. If he hadn’t already been sitting across the table from him (and twice at that) Sam would have sworn it was Gene about to shoulder his way inside.
‘Police! Open up!’
‘Bloody hell! That’s all I need! Arrested by my own team!’ Gene groaned, rolling his eyes to the heavens.
Sam pushed back his chair, smirking scornfully at his boss.
‘Expect the neighbours dialled 999. Not exactly surprising, given we’ve had gunshots, an exploding telly, then you barging in for a right bout of yelling and fisticuffs. Aren’t we always advising the public to report anything suspicious, Guv?’
Gene dealt with the situation with another shot of Perthshire’s finest.
Galvin stood up, looked around then headed off towards the bathroom.
‘Reckon I’ll only confuse things if your friends find me here. Think I’d better disappear.’
‘Do it! And bloody well don’t come back again!’ Gene growled at his nemesis without looking up from his latest dose.
The knocking came again, harder this time.
‘This is the police! Open the door!’
‘Okay! Okay! I’m coming!’
Sam stood for a moment to draw breath before welcoming in whatever new surreal twisted trick his subconscious had decided to play on him, watched the door rattle in its frame, heard the threat from the familiar voice on the other side.
Familiar voice?
Sam scowled in confusion, his brain desperately racing to catch up with itself.
‘This is DCI William Bell and this is your last chance to open up before I break down the door…’
Author: fawsley
Characters: implied Sam/Rupert, implied Sam/Gene, and who's that knocking at the door?
Rating: green Cortina
Warning: more Demons (and more!) crossover silliness
Word count: 525
Disclaimer: All the property of the BBC, Kudos, and ITV
Summary: What happens when Gene and Rupert meet?
Note: Follows on from The Smiter Smit. I wasn't going to write any more of that at all but ac_123 and wyvernwolf wanted to know what would happen if Gene walked in on Sammy and Rupert, and once the idea was planted in my mind... Well, you know how suggestible I am. It's actually a triple crossover but I'm not letting on any more than that until the end!
Double Trouble
Gene refilled his glass, glared at it, glared at Sam, studiously ignored the third man in the room, and knocked back his whisky before upending the bottle yet again.
Galvin meanwhile was dipping the corner of a neatly ironed handkerchief into his own tumbler, dabbing carefully at the still oozing cut to his bottom lip. His nose had stopped bleeding by now.
Head in hands, Sam had just about given up trying to make any sense of it at all.
‘Bloody great job, brain! Thanks a bundle! What did I ever do to you that you feel the need to gift me with all this for an alternative reality? Wake up thirty years in the past… Haunted by the creepy kid from the testcard… Shagging my DCI… Now it appears I’m shagging his clone into the bargain and Dolly the Sheep he ain't!’
‘Clone,’ Galvin drawled, nodding painfully at Gene. ‘Weird, I’ll give you that. But stranger things have happened and it makes some sort of sense. No need to go beating yourself up about it.’
Picking up the glass he grinned at his own joke as best he could before downing the whisky, wincing at the sting.
Gene continued to give his full attention to the bottle.
‘Feels like I’ve been badly rewritten in some hokum Yankee telly rubbish. Tell me it’s all an awful dream, Sammy! Tell me I’m going to wake up in a minute and everything’ll be back to normal!’
Sam barked out a sardonic laugh and helped himself to the Scotch.
There was a confused scuffling from outside, footsteps and muffled voices, then an insistent rapping at the door. If he hadn’t already been sitting across the table from him (and twice at that) Sam would have sworn it was Gene about to shoulder his way inside.
‘Police! Open up!’
‘Bloody hell! That’s all I need! Arrested by my own team!’ Gene groaned, rolling his eyes to the heavens.
Sam pushed back his chair, smirking scornfully at his boss.
‘Expect the neighbours dialled 999. Not exactly surprising, given we’ve had gunshots, an exploding telly, then you barging in for a right bout of yelling and fisticuffs. Aren’t we always advising the public to report anything suspicious, Guv?’
Gene dealt with the situation with another shot of Perthshire’s finest.
Galvin stood up, looked around then headed off towards the bathroom.
‘Reckon I’ll only confuse things if your friends find me here. Think I’d better disappear.’
‘Do it! And bloody well don’t come back again!’ Gene growled at his nemesis without looking up from his latest dose.
The knocking came again, harder this time.
‘This is the police! Open the door!’
‘Okay! Okay! I’m coming!’
Sam stood for a moment to draw breath before welcoming in whatever new surreal twisted trick his subconscious had decided to play on him, watched the door rattle in its frame, heard the threat from the familiar voice on the other side.
Familiar voice?
Sam scowled in confusion, his brain desperately racing to catch up with itself.
‘This is DCI William Bell and this is your last chance to open up before I break down the door…’