Fic: The Kept Man (14/40), brown cortina, dakfinv
Title: The Kept Man (14/40)
Author: dak
Word Count: 1531 this part; [26,205 overall]
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, swearing
Spoilers: 1.04, 1.05, 1.07
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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The silence between them stretched until it felt as if they were standing on opposite shores of some vast ocean.
“You should eat something.” Gene was the first to speak, his monotone voice only serving to punctuate the silence that had spread between them.
“That’s it?” Sam whispered in disbelief.
Gene used the bed to pick himself off the floor. “Paler than a polar bear’s arse.”
“Polar bears actually have black skin.”
“Now is not the time to be gettin’ snarky with me!” Gene barked, but didn’t shout, his voice holding more emotion than before. Sam turned away, running his hands through his hair. “You should eat something. Consider it your last meal, if you want.” Gene grabbed his coat with every intention of putting it on except he didn’t.
“You going to kill me then?” Sam released a morbid laugh.
“I’m not that sort of man, Tyler, but Warren is. Soon’s you don’t deliver those photos, me and my team’ll be draggin’ your corpse out of the canal. Make no mistake about that.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t have any illusions of being whisked off into the sunset.” Tyler leaned against the wall staring at nothing, probably thinking of everything. Gene knew Sam at least felt free. Damned but free. All he felt was numb.
“Then why change your mind? Why not go through with it? Save your own skin.” He was still holding the coat in his hands. People didn’t change. He couldn’t understand why Tyler had. Gene Hunt did not like being confused.
“I got sick of taking the easy route,” he looked down at his feet.
“Death isn’t easy?”
“Not an honest death.”
“Do you want to die?”
“No. But if I’m going to, I’d rather do it as the man I think I was. Not the man I became.”
The ocean seemed to shrink, ever so slightly, even as the silence returned. Gene didn’t know what to make of that. That honesty, that sharing of something so intimate, it had never been in his nature. Even with Harry, with his mentor and closest friend, it had taken years of building up a careful trust before Gene could share such personal thoughts with him. It just wasn’t something men did this day and age. For such a little, lost rent boy, Tyler certainly seemed ahead of his time. Gene didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about that. How he was supposed to deal with that.
“How were you goin’ to do it?”
“Do it?” Sam looked up as Gene kept his eyes somewhere in the distance.
“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout positions. I mean get the photos without me noticin’ and tearin’ off your scrotum.”
“I was supposed to drug you,” Sam blushed. So he was still ashamed. Good.
“With what?”
“LSD.”
“In here?” Gene pointed to the knapsack at the end of the bed.
“Yeah.”
Gene dropped his coat and pounded over, grabbing the bag off the ground and tossing it on the bed, tearing open the zipper and rummaging through the contents.
“I don’t believe that’s correct search and seizure procedure,” Sam informed him.
“If you were a copper, bet you were a damned annoying one,” Gene grumbled, finding the drugs at the bottom of the bag behind a shirt so hideous Gene thought he was already tripping just from the way the colors assaulted his senses. “You, Mr. Tyler are in possession of a Class A illegal drug.”
“According to the Misuse of Drugs Act of 1971,” Sam quickly cottoned on but suddenly his eyes glazed over, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Which, if convicted, can lead to a maximum seven year prison sentence and a fine.”
“How’d you know that?”
Sam looked up, bright eyes meeting Gene’s. “I don’t know. I just...did.”
“My Sergeant doesn’t even know that.”
“Maybe your Sergeant should brush up on his criminal law.”
“Well I’ll let you tell ‘im that. Then you won’t have to worry about Warren killin’ yeh.” Gene dropped the illicit substances in his coat pocket and grabbed Sam by the arm. This was something he knew. This was something he understood.
“What are you doing?”
“Arresting you on suspicion of possession.” Gene twisted Sam around, pinning one arm behind his back before taking the other and doing the same. “You have the right to remain silent.” Sam was compliant as Gene walked him to his camel coat, where his handcuffs were stuffed in one of the many hidden pockets. “But anything you do say will be taken down and may be used in evidence against you.”
Sam twisted his head around as Gene cuffed him, his face scrunched up in confusion. “That’s not how it goes.”
“Shows what you know.”
Sam submissively allowed himself to be escorted out of the flat. “How long will you be able to shield me from Warren?”
“Long enough to figure out what to do with you. How fast are those memories coming back, Detective?”
“Detective?”
“Never knew a plod who knew his drug classes. Don’t worry. You’re probably just some paper pusher.”
Sam stopped walking. “Why are you doing this, Gene? Why are you helping me now? Is it because you think I’m a copper or because it’ll piss off Warren?”
“You want the truth, Tyler?”
“I was honest with you.”
“Eventually.” Gene pushed him forward and continued frog-marching him towards the lift. “Truth is, I have no bloody clue.”
It was partially true, at least. Gene knew he didn’t want another unsolved homicide in his books, especially if it turned out the victim had been a fellow police officer. He also knew it would anger Warren, which always brought a smile to his face. What he couldn’t figure out was whether he was doing this for himself or doing it for Sam.
*
The walk up the station steps made Sam shudder with an odd sense of deja vu. Suddenly everything seemed different but the same, all at once. He had never walked up these concrete steps though, not that he could remember. If he was copper, it hadn’t been in this district. It would have been in the records which Gene said he already checked. He would never have had a reason to walk up these stairs before.
“Evening Phyllis. You’re here late.” Gene pushed him up to the reception desk where a tired looking woman with a scowl to rival Hunt’s was leaning with her elbow on the counter, head resting in her palm. “Your old man stand you up, again?”
“Thought up against the wall was your position, Guv.”
Sam laughed. He couldn’t help it.
“What’s so funny, lad?” She turned her scowl towards him.
“Nothing. Sorry,” he couldn’t stop smiling though.
“So what’s this one done, Guv? Brick through the pub window or a scratch on your motor?” She asked, rummaging through the scattered mass of papers in front of her.
“There’s a fresh charge sheet there,” Sam nodded to her left. Both the Desk Sergeant and Gene stared at him, eyebrows raised.
“Possession. LSD,” Gene finally spoke, curious eyes still on Sam. “Think he may be involved in a bigger ring.”
Sam kept his mouth shut, letting Gene play this however he wanted. “Phyllis” looked skeptically from Gene to Sam.
“Him? Boy looks like the only ring he’s involved with are the ones them male gymnasts use.” She scribbled something on the charge sheet.
“Did she just insult me or flatter me?”
“Probably both. Where am I tossin’ ‘im for the night, DS Dobbs?”
“Cell two’s empty.”
“I get first crack at ‘im in the morning. No one goes in or out of that cell without my say so, go it?”
“Wilco Guv.”
Gene continued to push Sam down the various halls, everything dark and quiet with only a skeleton crew at work for the night. The feeling he’d had on the steps outside didn’t disappear, like he’d expected it would, but only grew stronger. He couldn’t shake the thought that he knew this. This whole place, this whole atmosphere except even with that feeling, everything still seemed a bit off. Everything different but everything the same. Alice down the rabbit hole. Someone used to read that to him when he was little. His mum? His dad?
“Here we are. Cell two. Not the glamour you’re used to but you shouldn’t have to worry ‘bout anyone stickin’ their tickling stick up your back passage.”
“Charming imagery. Thank you.” Sam stood inside the cell and waited as Gene removed the handcuffs.
“Don’t say anything to anyone. We’ll do a proper interrogation tomorrow morning and you can tell me just exactly how you ended up with dear, old Mr. Warren.”
“Right,” Sam nodded, skin clammy and mouth dry. Gene left him with one last look but not another word. Alone in the damp cell, he sat down on the bunk and began thinking how he was going to explain this. He said he was going to tell the truth from now on, the whole truth, and he would stick by that decision. Even if it did mean a false drugs charge today turning into a very real murder charge tomorrow.
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Part 15
Author: dak
Word Count: 1531 this part; [26,205 overall]
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: angst, sexual situations, swearing
Spoilers: 1.04, 1.05, 1.07
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!
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39 Part 40
The silence between them stretched until it felt as if they were standing on opposite shores of some vast ocean.
“You should eat something.” Gene was the first to speak, his monotone voice only serving to punctuate the silence that had spread between them.
“That’s it?” Sam whispered in disbelief.
Gene used the bed to pick himself off the floor. “Paler than a polar bear’s arse.”
“Polar bears actually have black skin.”
“Now is not the time to be gettin’ snarky with me!” Gene barked, but didn’t shout, his voice holding more emotion than before. Sam turned away, running his hands through his hair. “You should eat something. Consider it your last meal, if you want.” Gene grabbed his coat with every intention of putting it on except he didn’t.
“You going to kill me then?” Sam released a morbid laugh.
“I’m not that sort of man, Tyler, but Warren is. Soon’s you don’t deliver those photos, me and my team’ll be draggin’ your corpse out of the canal. Make no mistake about that.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t have any illusions of being whisked off into the sunset.” Tyler leaned against the wall staring at nothing, probably thinking of everything. Gene knew Sam at least felt free. Damned but free. All he felt was numb.
“Then why change your mind? Why not go through with it? Save your own skin.” He was still holding the coat in his hands. People didn’t change. He couldn’t understand why Tyler had. Gene Hunt did not like being confused.
“I got sick of taking the easy route,” he looked down at his feet.
“Death isn’t easy?”
“Not an honest death.”
“Do you want to die?”
“No. But if I’m going to, I’d rather do it as the man I think I was. Not the man I became.”
The ocean seemed to shrink, ever so slightly, even as the silence returned. Gene didn’t know what to make of that. That honesty, that sharing of something so intimate, it had never been in his nature. Even with Harry, with his mentor and closest friend, it had taken years of building up a careful trust before Gene could share such personal thoughts with him. It just wasn’t something men did this day and age. For such a little, lost rent boy, Tyler certainly seemed ahead of his time. Gene didn’t know how he was supposed to feel about that. How he was supposed to deal with that.
“How were you goin’ to do it?”
“Do it?” Sam looked up as Gene kept his eyes somewhere in the distance.
“I’m not talkin’ ‘bout positions. I mean get the photos without me noticin’ and tearin’ off your scrotum.”
“I was supposed to drug you,” Sam blushed. So he was still ashamed. Good.
“With what?”
“LSD.”
“In here?” Gene pointed to the knapsack at the end of the bed.
“Yeah.”
Gene dropped his coat and pounded over, grabbing the bag off the ground and tossing it on the bed, tearing open the zipper and rummaging through the contents.
“I don’t believe that’s correct search and seizure procedure,” Sam informed him.
“If you were a copper, bet you were a damned annoying one,” Gene grumbled, finding the drugs at the bottom of the bag behind a shirt so hideous Gene thought he was already tripping just from the way the colors assaulted his senses. “You, Mr. Tyler are in possession of a Class A illegal drug.”
“According to the Misuse of Drugs Act of 1971,” Sam quickly cottoned on but suddenly his eyes glazed over, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Which, if convicted, can lead to a maximum seven year prison sentence and a fine.”
“How’d you know that?”
Sam looked up, bright eyes meeting Gene’s. “I don’t know. I just...did.”
“My Sergeant doesn’t even know that.”
“Maybe your Sergeant should brush up on his criminal law.”
“Well I’ll let you tell ‘im that. Then you won’t have to worry about Warren killin’ yeh.” Gene dropped the illicit substances in his coat pocket and grabbed Sam by the arm. This was something he knew. This was something he understood.
“What are you doing?”
“Arresting you on suspicion of possession.” Gene twisted Sam around, pinning one arm behind his back before taking the other and doing the same. “You have the right to remain silent.” Sam was compliant as Gene walked him to his camel coat, where his handcuffs were stuffed in one of the many hidden pockets. “But anything you do say will be taken down and may be used in evidence against you.”
Sam twisted his head around as Gene cuffed him, his face scrunched up in confusion. “That’s not how it goes.”
“Shows what you know.”
Sam submissively allowed himself to be escorted out of the flat. “How long will you be able to shield me from Warren?”
“Long enough to figure out what to do with you. How fast are those memories coming back, Detective?”
“Detective?”
“Never knew a plod who knew his drug classes. Don’t worry. You’re probably just some paper pusher.”
Sam stopped walking. “Why are you doing this, Gene? Why are you helping me now? Is it because you think I’m a copper or because it’ll piss off Warren?”
“You want the truth, Tyler?”
“I was honest with you.”
“Eventually.” Gene pushed him forward and continued frog-marching him towards the lift. “Truth is, I have no bloody clue.”
It was partially true, at least. Gene knew he didn’t want another unsolved homicide in his books, especially if it turned out the victim had been a fellow police officer. He also knew it would anger Warren, which always brought a smile to his face. What he couldn’t figure out was whether he was doing this for himself or doing it for Sam.
*
The walk up the station steps made Sam shudder with an odd sense of deja vu. Suddenly everything seemed different but the same, all at once. He had never walked up these concrete steps though, not that he could remember. If he was copper, it hadn’t been in this district. It would have been in the records which Gene said he already checked. He would never have had a reason to walk up these stairs before.
“Evening Phyllis. You’re here late.” Gene pushed him up to the reception desk where a tired looking woman with a scowl to rival Hunt’s was leaning with her elbow on the counter, head resting in her palm. “Your old man stand you up, again?”
“Thought up against the wall was your position, Guv.”
Sam laughed. He couldn’t help it.
“What’s so funny, lad?” She turned her scowl towards him.
“Nothing. Sorry,” he couldn’t stop smiling though.
“So what’s this one done, Guv? Brick through the pub window or a scratch on your motor?” She asked, rummaging through the scattered mass of papers in front of her.
“There’s a fresh charge sheet there,” Sam nodded to her left. Both the Desk Sergeant and Gene stared at him, eyebrows raised.
“Possession. LSD,” Gene finally spoke, curious eyes still on Sam. “Think he may be involved in a bigger ring.”
Sam kept his mouth shut, letting Gene play this however he wanted. “Phyllis” looked skeptically from Gene to Sam.
“Him? Boy looks like the only ring he’s involved with are the ones them male gymnasts use.” She scribbled something on the charge sheet.
“Did she just insult me or flatter me?”
“Probably both. Where am I tossin’ ‘im for the night, DS Dobbs?”
“Cell two’s empty.”
“I get first crack at ‘im in the morning. No one goes in or out of that cell without my say so, go it?”
“Wilco Guv.”
Gene continued to push Sam down the various halls, everything dark and quiet with only a skeleton crew at work for the night. The feeling he’d had on the steps outside didn’t disappear, like he’d expected it would, but only grew stronger. He couldn’t shake the thought that he knew this. This whole place, this whole atmosphere except even with that feeling, everything still seemed a bit off. Everything different but everything the same. Alice down the rabbit hole. Someone used to read that to him when he was little. His mum? His dad?
“Here we are. Cell two. Not the glamour you’re used to but you shouldn’t have to worry ‘bout anyone stickin’ their tickling stick up your back passage.”
“Charming imagery. Thank you.” Sam stood inside the cell and waited as Gene removed the handcuffs.
“Don’t say anything to anyone. We’ll do a proper interrogation tomorrow morning and you can tell me just exactly how you ended up with dear, old Mr. Warren.”
“Right,” Sam nodded, skin clammy and mouth dry. Gene left him with one last look but not another word. Alone in the damp cell, he sat down on the bunk and began thinking how he was going to explain this. He said he was going to tell the truth from now on, the whole truth, and he would stick by that decision. Even if it did mean a false drugs charge today turning into a very real murder charge tomorrow.
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Part 15