English > LoM/BP > Tyler/Carlisle > "Who will take pity in his heart?"
Title: Who will take pity in his heart?
Fandom: Life on Mars, Blackpool
Pairing: DCI Tyler/DI Carlisle
Category: Crossover, post-series (both - SPOILERS!)
Warning: Slash, SPOILERS, CD
Rating: Brown
Word Count: ?
Summary: Sequel to The sparrow, the blackbird and a death of heart: Another decision has been made.
Disclaimer: BBC owns all this.
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
~'Sparrow' by Simon&Garfunkel
It was a nice day with a soft breeze and the sun shining when Peter Carlisle climbed the stairs to the Manchester Police Department. He had tried to get a day off to go and visit Sam, after all what had happened, for ages now. He stopped, dead in his tracks, remembering - just for a moment - the time they'd had here together.
He was about to turn around again when he heard screaming, people stopping and staring up...
Peter's heart stopped. He was sure his heart had stopped for a few seconds before and after the body hit the ground. He was petrified and then started running, pulling his mobile out and frantically calling for an ambulance. He didn't even know if he'd dialed the number.
He almost broke down next to the limp man.
"Sam! SAM, talk to me!" he called, trembling fingers trying to find a pulse. "Sam, wake up! Wake up and talk to me!"
He started to ramble incoherently and crying. He let the paramedics lead him aside, when the ambulance arrived, and calmed a little when he heard the beeps on the heart monitor. The emergency physician turned to Peter and asked him something. He just saw the man's lips moving, not registering the question consciously.
"Sam. Sam Tyler. DCI. He... Sam..." Peter's voice faded away again.
It was like someone had muted the world around him, the doctor was still talking, cars were still rushing by, policemen calling for the staring passer-bys to really pass by.
Peter knew he was in shock. He marveled at the intensity of it, his head tilted to one side and new tears running down his cheeks before his brain actually registered the long, high-pitched tone from the heart-monitor.
Slowly the doctor shook his head, glancing towards Peter. His lips formed "I'm sorry" but Peter still didn't hear anything. Slowly he walked over, one trembling step after another and fell to his knees next to the broken body of who once had been Sam Tyler.
He didn't care about the blood on the pavement soaking his jeans. Extending a trembling hand he brushed it along Sam's still warm cheek. Sam's eyes were open, he looked happy. Peter burst into deep sobs, leaving his throat raw and aching, pain extending from his chest through his whole body. Tears clouded his vision, he disregarded the paramedics who tried to hold him back and cradled Sam's body in his arms, ignoring the blood he got all over his clothes.
Fandom: Life on Mars, Blackpool
Pairing: DCI Tyler/DI Carlisle
Category: Crossover, post-series (both - SPOILERS!)
Warning: Slash, SPOILERS, CD
Rating: Brown
Word Count: ?
Summary: Sequel to The sparrow, the blackbird and a death of heart: Another decision has been made.
Disclaimer: BBC owns all this.
Who will love a little Sparrow?
Will no one write her eulogy?
"I will," said the Earth,
"For all I've created returns unto me,
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be."
~'Sparrow' by Simon&Garfunkel
It was a nice day with a soft breeze and the sun shining when Peter Carlisle climbed the stairs to the Manchester Police Department. He had tried to get a day off to go and visit Sam, after all what had happened, for ages now. He stopped, dead in his tracks, remembering - just for a moment - the time they'd had here together.
He was about to turn around again when he heard screaming, people stopping and staring up...
Peter's heart stopped. He was sure his heart had stopped for a few seconds before and after the body hit the ground. He was petrified and then started running, pulling his mobile out and frantically calling for an ambulance. He didn't even know if he'd dialed the number.
He almost broke down next to the limp man.
"Sam! SAM, talk to me!" he called, trembling fingers trying to find a pulse. "Sam, wake up! Wake up and talk to me!"
He started to ramble incoherently and crying. He let the paramedics lead him aside, when the ambulance arrived, and calmed a little when he heard the beeps on the heart monitor. The emergency physician turned to Peter and asked him something. He just saw the man's lips moving, not registering the question consciously.
"Sam. Sam Tyler. DCI. He... Sam..." Peter's voice faded away again.
It was like someone had muted the world around him, the doctor was still talking, cars were still rushing by, policemen calling for the staring passer-bys to really pass by.
Peter knew he was in shock. He marveled at the intensity of it, his head tilted to one side and new tears running down his cheeks before his brain actually registered the long, high-pitched tone from the heart-monitor.
Slowly the doctor shook his head, glancing towards Peter. His lips formed "I'm sorry" but Peter still didn't hear anything. Slowly he walked over, one trembling step after another and fell to his knees next to the broken body of who once had been Sam Tyler.
He didn't care about the blood on the pavement soaking his jeans. Extending a trembling hand he brushed it along Sam's still warm cheek. Sam's eyes were open, he looked happy. Peter burst into deep sobs, leaving his throat raw and aching, pain extending from his chest through his whole body. Tears clouded his vision, he disregarded the paramedics who tried to hold him back and cradled Sam's body in his arms, ignoring the blood he got all over his clothes.