Fic: 5 Times Sam Got Slapped in the Face, green cortina, dakfinv
Title: 5 Times Sam Got Slapped in the Face
Author: dakfinv
Word Count: 796 words
Rating: green cortina
Warnings: mild sexual situations, mild angst, bit of blood
Summary: Does what it says on the tin.
A/N: For
space_oddity_75 , who requested the prompt.
1)
Smack!
Sam staggered backwards. Half his brain wanted to inform the woman on the punishment for assaulting a police officer. The other half had no idea what was going on. It was the latter half that apparently controlled bodily functions for Sam found himself walking back to the Cortina.
He sat in the car, nursing his wounded face and equally wounded pride while he waited for Gene to finish the enquiry. As soon as the Guv was in the car, Sam voiced his confusion.
“What did I do?”
“Was what you didn’t do, Sammy-boy,” Gene answered as he started the car.
“Alright. What didn’t I do?”
“Well, whole time you were asking the lovely Mrs. Herding your questions, you didn’t once admire her lovely tits.”
“I...wait. What? She’s seventy-two! And I wouldn’t ogle any woman’s chest, no matter how...lovely.”
“Poor bird. Great insult to her ego, inviting over a pair o’ handsome coppers, serving ‘em tea and all, and one don’t even appreciate her gorgeous figure. Used to be a burlesque dancer, she did. Great insult.”
“This is insane. That never would have happened in...Hyde. And did you just call me handsome?”
2)
Spank!
“Now, now, Chief Inspector. I didn’t say you could speak, did I?”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, ma’am.”
“My, you have been a naughty boy, haven’t you Chief Inspector?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Forgot to file your IE-46 request form, didn’t you?”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
Spank!
“That’s not how you answer a question, is it Chief Inspector?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Not. Good. Enough. Get on your knees and apologize. And while you’re down there, I’ll allow you to remove my panties. And do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Inspector Roy.”
“Good boy.”
3)
Whack!
“Come on. Come on.”
Whack!
“Dammit. Just do it!”
Whack!
“Wake up, you bastard. Wake up from this stupid, bloody nightmare.”
Whack!
Sam’s cheek burned red, but he was no closer to 2006 than he had been five minutes before.
“DI Tyler?” Annie knocked on the door to the men’s toilets. “Sam, Guv says to get your scrawny arse out to the car. He has a new lead and needs you to ride along.”
“I’ll be right out,” Sam sighed. He ran water in the sink and splashed it onto his face. Drying himself with a paper towel, Sam hoped Hunt was still angry at him enough not to ask why his DI’s face was suddenly bruised when he had only punched him in the stomach.
4)
Swack!
The air was still for a long moment. Neither spoke. Neither looked at the other. Finally, she broke the silence.
“Go to your room.”
Sam needn’t be told twice. He ran upstairs and curled up onto his bed. He didn’t know how long he stayed that way, but eventually he heard his mother at the door. She entered softly, sat beside him, then pulled him into her arms. Sam didn’t open his eyes as she rocked him.
“I’m so sorry, Sammy,” she whispered, and he could hear her crying. “I’ll never hit you again. I promise. I love you. I love you so much.”
Sam clung to his mother until he fell asleep.
5)
Tap.
“Wakey, wakey, Gladys.”
Tap. Tap.
“C’mon, Tyler.”
Tap.
“Open them eyes of yours.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Dammit, Sam. Don’t do this.”
Swat!
Sam cracked open his eyes and came face to face with a blur of green and blue.
“Tha’ hurt,” he mumbled.
“Good. Ray? Where’s that bloody ambulance?”
“On its way, Guv.”
“I need an ambulance cos you smacked me?” Sam asked, feeling woozy.
“While these glorious fists have been known to put men in hospital, I’m afraid they’re not what put that bullet in your gut, Sammy.”
“Bullet? Gut...” Sam’s fuzzy brain strained to kick into gear. “I’ve been shot?” Sam struggled to sit up.
“No. Stay still,” Gene pushed him back down, but not before he caught sight of the red stain spreading across his brown striped shirt.
“Shit. I’m bleeding.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I’m bleeding. Shit. I’m bleeding!” Sam felt his body start to shake.
Thwack!
“Calm down, you great Jessie.”
“Yes, Guv,” Sam struggled to breath and felt Gene’s hands press hard against his stomach.
“You’re going to be fine, Sam,” Gene reassured him in a calm voice.
“Yes, Guv,” he nodded, feeling nauseous.
“Got the Gene Genie looking after you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Guv.”
“And keep your eyes open. Don’t want to hit you again. Waste of me energy,” he warned.
Thwap!
“Tyler!”
“Sorry, Guv. Yes, Guv.”
“Bet you like getting slapped around, don’t you? Tart,” Gene forced a grin, but there was no levity in his voice as he continued to apply pressure to his DI’s wound.
“Sometimes, Guv,” Sam sighed shakily. “Sometimes.”
Author: dakfinv
Word Count: 796 words
Rating: green cortina
Warnings: mild sexual situations, mild angst, bit of blood
Summary: Does what it says on the tin.
A/N: For
space_oddity_75 , who requested the prompt.
1)
Smack!
Sam staggered backwards. Half his brain wanted to inform the woman on the punishment for assaulting a police officer. The other half had no idea what was going on. It was the latter half that apparently controlled bodily functions for Sam found himself walking back to the Cortina.
He sat in the car, nursing his wounded face and equally wounded pride while he waited for Gene to finish the enquiry. As soon as the Guv was in the car, Sam voiced his confusion.
“What did I do?”
“Was what you didn’t do, Sammy-boy,” Gene answered as he started the car.
“Alright. What didn’t I do?”
“Well, whole time you were asking the lovely Mrs. Herding your questions, you didn’t once admire her lovely tits.”
“I...wait. What? She’s seventy-two! And I wouldn’t ogle any woman’s chest, no matter how...lovely.”
“Poor bird. Great insult to her ego, inviting over a pair o’ handsome coppers, serving ‘em tea and all, and one don’t even appreciate her gorgeous figure. Used to be a burlesque dancer, she did. Great insult.”
“This is insane. That never would have happened in...Hyde. And did you just call me handsome?”
2)
Spank!
“Now, now, Chief Inspector. I didn’t say you could speak, did I?”
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, ma’am.”
“My, you have been a naughty boy, haven’t you Chief Inspector?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Forgot to file your IE-46 request form, didn’t you?”
“I love it when you talk dirty.”
Spank!
“That’s not how you answer a question, is it Chief Inspector?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Not. Good. Enough. Get on your knees and apologize. And while you’re down there, I’ll allow you to remove my panties. And do not speak unless spoken to. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Inspector Roy.”
“Good boy.”
3)
Whack!
“Come on. Come on.”
Whack!
“Dammit. Just do it!”
Whack!
“Wake up, you bastard. Wake up from this stupid, bloody nightmare.”
Whack!
Sam’s cheek burned red, but he was no closer to 2006 than he had been five minutes before.
“DI Tyler?” Annie knocked on the door to the men’s toilets. “Sam, Guv says to get your scrawny arse out to the car. He has a new lead and needs you to ride along.”
“I’ll be right out,” Sam sighed. He ran water in the sink and splashed it onto his face. Drying himself with a paper towel, Sam hoped Hunt was still angry at him enough not to ask why his DI’s face was suddenly bruised when he had only punched him in the stomach.
4)
Swack!
The air was still for a long moment. Neither spoke. Neither looked at the other. Finally, she broke the silence.
“Go to your room.”
Sam needn’t be told twice. He ran upstairs and curled up onto his bed. He didn’t know how long he stayed that way, but eventually he heard his mother at the door. She entered softly, sat beside him, then pulled him into her arms. Sam didn’t open his eyes as she rocked him.
“I’m so sorry, Sammy,” she whispered, and he could hear her crying. “I’ll never hit you again. I promise. I love you. I love you so much.”
Sam clung to his mother until he fell asleep.
5)
Tap.
“Wakey, wakey, Gladys.”
Tap. Tap.
“C’mon, Tyler.”
Tap.
“Open them eyes of yours.”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“Dammit, Sam. Don’t do this.”
Swat!
Sam cracked open his eyes and came face to face with a blur of green and blue.
“Tha’ hurt,” he mumbled.
“Good. Ray? Where’s that bloody ambulance?”
“On its way, Guv.”
“I need an ambulance cos you smacked me?” Sam asked, feeling woozy.
“While these glorious fists have been known to put men in hospital, I’m afraid they’re not what put that bullet in your gut, Sammy.”
“Bullet? Gut...” Sam’s fuzzy brain strained to kick into gear. “I’ve been shot?” Sam struggled to sit up.
“No. Stay still,” Gene pushed him back down, but not before he caught sight of the red stain spreading across his brown striped shirt.
“Shit. I’m bleeding.”
“You’ll be fine.”
“I’m bleeding. Shit. I’m bleeding!” Sam felt his body start to shake.
Thwack!
“Calm down, you great Jessie.”
“Yes, Guv,” Sam struggled to breath and felt Gene’s hands press hard against his stomach.
“You’re going to be fine, Sam,” Gene reassured him in a calm voice.
“Yes, Guv,” he nodded, feeling nauseous.
“Got the Gene Genie looking after you, don’t you?”
“Yes, Guv.”
“And keep your eyes open. Don’t want to hit you again. Waste of me energy,” he warned.
Thwap!
“Tyler!”
“Sorry, Guv. Yes, Guv.”
“Bet you like getting slapped around, don’t you? Tart,” Gene forced a grin, but there was no levity in his voice as he continued to apply pressure to his DI’s wound.
“Sometimes, Guv,” Sam sighed shakily. “Sometimes.”