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kirsteenaTitle: Touch
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kirsteena
Rating: Green Cortina
Word Count: 506
Notes/Warnings: Complete and shameless fluff. Should come with a sugar coated warning.
Summary: Prompt: 'Sam and Annie's happily ever after. Please no Christmas fic' Also forfanfic50, Prompt 43, Embrace
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
That small blag had turned into something considerably large, with half of A division being called in to help sort out the mess. Gene had sat on the sidelines, directing everything, trying not to put weight on his leg. Well, that was his excuse, and he was sticking to it, after he yelled at Sam for letting him get shot in the first place. No one was really sure what his excuse was for getting completely hammered afterwards though.
Sam had stayed relatively sober, the events of that day still rolling around his mind as he tried to process it. He walked back into his bedside, idly thinking he should maybe look at getting somewhere better, or at least bigger, now he was staying put.
Throwing his keys onto the small formica table, he poured himself a whiskey, then sat in the one comfortable chair, looking around, processing everything that had happened. He was convinced he'd heard the sound of ambulance staff working on him, but he didn't care. He knew that jump took him back to where he belonged, and whether he was alive or dead didn't really matter to him. He smiled to himself, thinking of the various reactions when he reappeared in the tunnel. Chris had looked at him with something akin to hero workship, and even Ray had altered his normally disdainful expression for something more approving. Gene was his bluff normal self, in fine fettle, calling him a 'fairy' amongst other things, and Annie... Sam's smile became wider at the thought. They needed to talk, sort things out. But it could wait a few days. They had all the time in the world now.
Sam switched on the television, wondering. Given the time of night, the test card was the only thing on, as expected. Sam stared at her, but she refused to move. Hopefully this would mean she wouldn't bother him again. He switched it off, feeling he no longer needed the scant comfort the noise and light had provided in order to sleep. He began to prepare for bed when there was a knock on the door.
Sam frowned as he went to answer it. If Gene ha ddecided that they needed to do more drinking or 'talk about what happened', he wasn't going to be amused. He opened it and blinked in astonishment at who was there.
"Annie, I..." he paused. "Come in." Sam stood back and let her through the door. She looked at him and smiled as she stepped in, looking around.
"I couldn't sleep," she said softly after Sam shut the door. He was leaning against it, looking at her. His heart leapt as she said the words, and he walked over to her.
"And what can I do to help?" he asked, just as softly.
Annie paused and looked up to him, placing her hand over his heart. "I could stay," she said after a moment.
"What, for one night?" Sam asked, remembering their recent conversation.
"No," she replied, closing the distance between them.
Author:
kirsteenaRating: Green Cortina
Word Count: 506
Notes/Warnings: Complete and shameless fluff. Should come with a sugar coated warning.
Summary: Prompt: 'Sam and Annie's happily ever after. Please no Christmas fic' Also for
fanfic50, Prompt 43, EmbraceDISCLAIMER: 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
That small blag had turned into something considerably large, with half of A division being called in to help sort out the mess. Gene had sat on the sidelines, directing everything, trying not to put weight on his leg. Well, that was his excuse, and he was sticking to it, after he yelled at Sam for letting him get shot in the first place. No one was really sure what his excuse was for getting completely hammered afterwards though.
Sam had stayed relatively sober, the events of that day still rolling around his mind as he tried to process it. He walked back into his bedside, idly thinking he should maybe look at getting somewhere better, or at least bigger, now he was staying put.
Throwing his keys onto the small formica table, he poured himself a whiskey, then sat in the one comfortable chair, looking around, processing everything that had happened. He was convinced he'd heard the sound of ambulance staff working on him, but he didn't care. He knew that jump took him back to where he belonged, and whether he was alive or dead didn't really matter to him. He smiled to himself, thinking of the various reactions when he reappeared in the tunnel. Chris had looked at him with something akin to hero workship, and even Ray had altered his normally disdainful expression for something more approving. Gene was his bluff normal self, in fine fettle, calling him a 'fairy' amongst other things, and Annie... Sam's smile became wider at the thought. They needed to talk, sort things out. But it could wait a few days. They had all the time in the world now.
Sam switched on the television, wondering. Given the time of night, the test card was the only thing on, as expected. Sam stared at her, but she refused to move. Hopefully this would mean she wouldn't bother him again. He switched it off, feeling he no longer needed the scant comfort the noise and light had provided in order to sleep. He began to prepare for bed when there was a knock on the door.
Sam frowned as he went to answer it. If Gene ha ddecided that they needed to do more drinking or 'talk about what happened', he wasn't going to be amused. He opened it and blinked in astonishment at who was there.
"Annie, I..." he paused. "Come in." Sam stood back and let her through the door. She looked at him and smiled as she stepped in, looking around.
"I couldn't sleep," she said softly after Sam shut the door. He was leaning against it, looking at her. His heart leapt as she said the words, and he walked over to her.
"And what can I do to help?" he asked, just as softly.
Annie paused and looked up to him, placing her hand over his heart. "I could stay," she said after a moment.
"What, for one night?" Sam asked, remembering their recent conversation.
"No," she replied, closing the distance between them.
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Date: 2008-12-09 06:58 am (UTC)You did a great job at capturing this sweet moment in just a few words. Well done! :)