Fic: Trapped (Life on Mars)
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Title: Trapped
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kirsteena
Fandom: Life on Mars
Spoilers: Episode 2.7
Rating: PG (White Cortina)
Word Count: 773
Summary: A confrontation in an enclosed space
a/n Written for thefanfic50 challenge, prompt 21, Power. Written for space_oddity_75 who wanted When a power cut hits, Sam and Ray are trapped in the CID elevator together. A confrontation ensues. Who will survive? No sex involved or implied, the fic must be GEN. Unbeta'ed, all mistakes are my own.
DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Table: Table here
As Sam slowly walked along the corridor towards CID, he idly thought about just how penetrating Morgan’s voice was. The whole station could probably hear him as he reamed out Chris and Ray for letting Gene get away from them, disguised as a meter man, no less. Sam allowed a tiny smile to cross his face as he thought about it. Hell, it could have been worse. Gene could have been disguised as he missus. He carefully walked into CID, and sat down at his desk, trying not to draw attention to himself.
Morgan finally stopped yelling and the two detectives came slinking out of the office. Ray glared at Sam, silently blaming him for Morgan’s tantrum. Sam ignored him, but felt Ray’s eyes on him for a moment longer, burning into him, blaming him for the Guv’s plight.
Sam couldn’t take any more of the atmosphere. It was thick, both with cigarette smoke, and with the emotions running high about Gene. Fresh air, if only for a moment, was what he needed. Sam stood up, and started heading towards the life, pressing the button to call it. After a moment it arrived, and he got in, pressing the button for the ground floor. Just as the doors began to close, a foot appeared in the doors, forcing them open again. Ray.
He glared at Sam, then settled against the other side of the tiny life. Sam looked at him once then turned his head to one side, dismissing him.
The lift moved on its journey downwards, when suddenly it shuddered. The lights flickered once, then it stopped. “Bloody power cuts,” Ray fumed. “Always pick the most annoying time. I get stuck in here with a bad smell that won’t go away.”
Sam tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t help it and rolled his eyes. Ray glared at him. “I suppose you think that’s hilarious, don’t you? That it’s just typical Carling humour?” Ray slumped against the wall, staring at Sam. “So, what are you going to do now, boss?”
“Now? Wait until someone upstairs wants to use the lift, then get out of here.”
“No, you bloody idiot. About the Guv! You know, that man who trusted you, who’s now running for his life? Remember him?”
“He’s not running for his life, Carling.”
“Might as well be. When they find out he’s a copper in prison...”
“He’s not bloody going to prison!”
“Oh yeah, an’ how do you know?” Suddenly, Ray was in Sam’s face, snarling at him. “You and that bloody mate of yours from Hyde. What was it, you set out to frame him? You get in here first, do the groundwork, let folks trust you, then when you have them just where you want them, set this up and bring in the one you’ve been working with? That what it’s all about, hmmm?”
Sam flinched when Ray moved close to him. “What is your problem, Sergeant?” he asked, a sneer on his face. “You have been on my back ever since I arrived. Well, now you got me where you want me. No one else here. What are you going to do about it?”
Ray went red, and threw his fist at Sam – or so it appeared. He actually hit the side of the lift, beside Sam’s head. Sam, for his part, didn’t flinch, and just waited for Ray to get it out of his system. “You’ve wanted rid of the Guv from day one,” Ray growled. “Well, now it looks like you’re going to get your chance. You’ll frame him...”
“I’m not going to frame him!” Sam exclaimed. “I’m trying to help him!”
“The same way you ‘helped’ Chris to decide about the Kemble tape?” Ray snarled, daring Sam to respond.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Most of Ray’s frustration had appeared to have gone when he mentioned the tape, and he stood there, looking at Sam, breathing heavily. Sam had unconsciously moved back slightly, so when Ray stopped, he stood upright again. He looked directly at Ray.
“I’m not going to let an innocent man go down, Ray,” with the emphasis on innocent. “If he didn’t do it, he won’t.”
Ray continued to look at Sam for a moment longer, then slumped against the side of the lift, nodding once. At that moment, the lift started working again, silently heading down to the ground floor. Neither of the two men looked at each other until the lift came to a stop. Ray stormed out of the lift first, then looked back.
“I’ll hold you to that,” was Ray’s parting phrase.
fanfic50 xposted to lifein1973Title: Trapped
Author:
kirsteenaFandom: Life on Mars
Spoilers: Episode 2.7
Rating: PG (White Cortina)
Word Count: 773
Summary: A confrontation in an enclosed space
a/n Written for the
fanfic50 challenge, prompt 21, Power. Written for space_oddity_75 who wanted When a power cut hits, Sam and Ray are trapped in the CID elevator together. A confrontation ensues. Who will survive? No sex involved or implied, the fic must be GEN. Unbeta'ed, all mistakes are my own. DISCLAIMER: Life on Mars is copyright Kudos and the BBC. All Rights Reserved. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Table: Table here
As Sam slowly walked along the corridor towards CID, he idly thought about just how penetrating Morgan’s voice was. The whole station could probably hear him as he reamed out Chris and Ray for letting Gene get away from them, disguised as a meter man, no less. Sam allowed a tiny smile to cross his face as he thought about it. Hell, it could have been worse. Gene could have been disguised as he missus. He carefully walked into CID, and sat down at his desk, trying not to draw attention to himself.
Morgan finally stopped yelling and the two detectives came slinking out of the office. Ray glared at Sam, silently blaming him for Morgan’s tantrum. Sam ignored him, but felt Ray’s eyes on him for a moment longer, burning into him, blaming him for the Guv’s plight.
Sam couldn’t take any more of the atmosphere. It was thick, both with cigarette smoke, and with the emotions running high about Gene. Fresh air, if only for a moment, was what he needed. Sam stood up, and started heading towards the life, pressing the button to call it. After a moment it arrived, and he got in, pressing the button for the ground floor. Just as the doors began to close, a foot appeared in the doors, forcing them open again. Ray.
He glared at Sam, then settled against the other side of the tiny life. Sam looked at him once then turned his head to one side, dismissing him.
The lift moved on its journey downwards, when suddenly it shuddered. The lights flickered once, then it stopped. “Bloody power cuts,” Ray fumed. “Always pick the most annoying time. I get stuck in here with a bad smell that won’t go away.”
Sam tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t help it and rolled his eyes. Ray glared at him. “I suppose you think that’s hilarious, don’t you? That it’s just typical Carling humour?” Ray slumped against the wall, staring at Sam. “So, what are you going to do now, boss?”
“Now? Wait until someone upstairs wants to use the lift, then get out of here.”
“No, you bloody idiot. About the Guv! You know, that man who trusted you, who’s now running for his life? Remember him?”
“He’s not running for his life, Carling.”
“Might as well be. When they find out he’s a copper in prison...”
“He’s not bloody going to prison!”
“Oh yeah, an’ how do you know?” Suddenly, Ray was in Sam’s face, snarling at him. “You and that bloody mate of yours from Hyde. What was it, you set out to frame him? You get in here first, do the groundwork, let folks trust you, then when you have them just where you want them, set this up and bring in the one you’ve been working with? That what it’s all about, hmmm?”
Sam flinched when Ray moved close to him. “What is your problem, Sergeant?” he asked, a sneer on his face. “You have been on my back ever since I arrived. Well, now you got me where you want me. No one else here. What are you going to do about it?”
Ray went red, and threw his fist at Sam – or so it appeared. He actually hit the side of the lift, beside Sam’s head. Sam, for his part, didn’t flinch, and just waited for Ray to get it out of his system. “You’ve wanted rid of the Guv from day one,” Ray growled. “Well, now it looks like you’re going to get your chance. You’ll frame him...”
“I’m not going to frame him!” Sam exclaimed. “I’m trying to help him!”
“The same way you ‘helped’ Chris to decide about the Kemble tape?” Ray snarled, daring Sam to respond.
The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Most of Ray’s frustration had appeared to have gone when he mentioned the tape, and he stood there, looking at Sam, breathing heavily. Sam had unconsciously moved back slightly, so when Ray stopped, he stood upright again. He looked directly at Ray.
“I’m not going to let an innocent man go down, Ray,” with the emphasis on innocent. “If he didn’t do it, he won’t.”
Ray continued to look at Sam for a moment longer, then slumped against the side of the lift, nodding once. At that moment, the lift started working again, silently heading down to the ground floor. Neither of the two men looked at each other until the lift came to a stop. Ray stormed out of the lift first, then looked back.
“I’ll hold you to that,” was Ray’s parting phrase.
