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chelseagirlTitle: The Patient
Author: Chelseagirl47
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Genre: AU 2007, Evil!Sam
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Annie, Gene, Maya. (Mild Sam/Annie, Sam/Maya implications)
Rating: Green Cortina
Notes: flecalicious asked for an AU with Evil!Sam as head of the Tyler Empire; Annie in the future, and some Maya conflict.
The time is 2007, the place is an AU Manchester. Sam Tyler has inherited the Tyler Crime Empire from his father, Vic; Annie, Gene and Maya are present in the same time line, and what each of them is doing will soon become apparent. These are scenes from an AU; I think something much bigger may follow. Certain scenarios were absolutely meant as a tribute to The Sopranos.
Sam Tyler: Session #1, Dr. Anne Cartwright
“So why are you seeking treatment?” she asked, but he just stared at her.
She tried again. “The thing about therapy, you see, is that it usually involves the patient actually talking to the therapist.”
Sam Tyler shifted in his chair. “I have some serious . . . health concerns.”
“Such as?”
“Blacking out. Anxiety attacks. Waking up disorientated.”
“I see. And have you seen a physician about these problems?”
“Yes. He referred me to you.”
“And what are you looking for – what do you expect from our sessions?”
“Preferably, no more blacking out, anxiety attacks or waking up disorientated. I should have thought that was obvious.”
“Mister Tyler, you will have to be a little bit more forthcoming with me if you want this to work. Today, I’ll ask you some background questions, about your personal life, your work, and so forth. If you don’t feel like answering, well, we won’t get very far.” She paused for a moment. “And by the way, I know who you are.”
“I see, Doctor Cartwright. Well, since you’ve chosen to be direct, so will I. I assume you understand my need for complete discretion, and that I will expect full adherence to the code of doctor/patient privilege.”
“Naturally.” Call me Doctor Melfi, she thought, although she had serious doubts that someone like Sam Tyler would get the joke; surely he hadn’t the time for telly. This is going to be interesting.
Sam Tyler, Session # 5, Dr. Anne Cartwright
“And in these dreams?”
“In these dreams, I’m a police detective, believe it or not. And I’m somehow trapped in the past. And,” he looked suddenly away from her, evincing an intense interest in the upper-left-hand corner of the landscape painting on the far wall. “You’re there. Somehow, you’re the only one who understands me.”
“Do you think that this reflects what’s going on in our sessions? That somehow I know the true, the inner you?”
Tyler looked at his doctor with more scorn than he’d ever done before, which was to say, quite a lot. “Hardly. I don’t think you’ve even begun to scratch the surface. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if you’re not the worst psychotherapist in the Greater Manchester area.”
“Then why do you keep coming back?”
“Because the attacks have gone away.” Suddenly, he winked. “Because you’re the only woman I know who doesn’t interrupt me constantly. And because you look rather fetching in your old-fashioned WPC uniform, with the dowdy shoes and your hair all curled back in one of those seventies flips.”
“And you’re concerned that if you cease treatment, I’ll stop showing up in your dreams?”
“Maybe.”
“How does your wife play out in these dreams? And your mistress?” Tony Soprano would have said gumad, Annie thought to herself.
“Lucy hasn’t turned up at all, and Joni? One of the bad ones kills her off rather quickly.”
“Do you find it difficult to balance these multiple relationships?”
“I find that gifts, and sex, tend to solve most of the problems. I think that Lucy is,” he looked at her disconcertingly, “rather grateful to have me taken off her hands a few nights a week. I can be a bit demanding.”
Anne Cartwright, session #224, Dr. Neil Hinchcliffe
“It disturbs me how drawn to him I am. There’s something charismatic, something almost . . . magnetic.”
“At the same time that he is an evil human being.”
“Neil, you’ve promised not to judge anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Annie. I know that’s part of our agreement.”
“He is behind half of what’s wrong in Manchester, and probably a good chunk of what’s wrong in the entire United Kingdom. He’s got a wife he treats abominably, a mistress who likewise, and he’s playing mind games with a couple of cops.” Gene Hunt and Maya Roy, the head and deputy of the organized crime taskforce. It was mostly cat and mouse with Hunt, from what he’d told her, with each of them taking turns at being the cat, but he seemed to tease poor Roy, who sounded like she was half in love with him.
Of course, that was the way he told it. She wished she’d have a chance to talk to Maya Roy herself, to find out her side of it. Maybe she was identifying with her a bit too much.
“He confuses me, Neil, like no patient ever has.”
Staff Meeting, Manchester C.I.D. Organized Crime Task Force
“Where’s Hunt?” D.I. Maya Roy asked the room in general.
“Outside having a smoke, no doubt,” said a junior male D.C., and there was a general buzz of agreement.
“Hold yer ‘orses.” The door blew open, and behind it was Gene Hunt. “Starting without me, eh?”
“With respect, sir,” Maya winked at him, “you’re late. Not to mention reeking of tobacco.”
Gene rolled his eyes, and the assembled members of the task force let out a collective held breath. Only D.I. Roy could get away with saying these things to D.C.I. Hunt. Half of them were sure it was because he fancied her, or was already sleeping with her. The other half were sure it was because he wasn’t.
“If the p.c. police are done, shall we get down to business? Our agenda, as usual, is the Tylers.”
Various members of the task force reported on the gang’s latest activities: fraud, vice, extortion.
Finally, Hunt turned back to Roy, with a smile. “Your report?”
“Two dozen roses, and the usual invitation to dinner.”
“What’s he playing at?” wondered a female D.C., aloud.
Gene Hunt turned a wolfish grin on her. “I should think that was bloody obvious, shouldn’t you?” He looked at Maya. “He’s playing a game, and a very dangerous one. You turned down the invitation, as usual?”
“As usual,” she said. “But sometimes I wonder if it would be worthwhile, just seeing if I could get him to talk . . .”
“Sam Tyler is a dangerous man and I don’t want you putting yourself at that kind of risk.” It was only after he’d said it that Gene realized the mistake he’d made. Dammit, Maya, play with fire and you’re sure to get burned.
Sam Tyler: Session #12, Dr. Anne Cartwright
“You’ve been holding back, the past several sessions. You can’t expect to make any progress unless you’re willing to give something.”
Tyler remained silent for a moment, then looked her straight in the eye.
“Do you ever . . . think about me?”
“Of course I do. I think about all my patients. It’s part of the job.”
“No, I mean think about me.”
Dr. Cartwright smiled, and suddenly looked years younger. “It’s called transference.”
“No,” said Tyler. “That would be if I thought about you.”
“Don’t you?”
Sam Tyler remained silent for the remainder of the session.
City Hospital, Manchester
Visiting hours were over, and Annie’s friends and family had all been chased politely out by the staff.
She loved every one of them, but it took a lot out of her, in her present condition. Pretending to be all right, pretending that once she’d mended physically, her heart and mind would mend as well. She wasn’t sure it was true. She closed her eyes, savoring being alone.
A soft voice, just above her bedside. “I came as soon as I found out.” She felt him take her hand.
She opened her eyes and looked Sam Tyler right in the eyes. “Hello.”
“Doctor Cartwright, I . . . I’m sorry about what happened.” She was surprised at the half-muffled emotion in his voice. “If you . . . just say the word. I watch out for my people.”
They looked at each other for a long while.
“Just tell me who did this to you, and I’ll have it taken care of.” He tightened his grip on her hand.
Annie knew that the next thing she said would determine the future course of her life, one way or another.
She spoke.
Author: Chelseagirl47
Written for:
flecaliciousGenre: AU 2007, Evil!Sam
Characters/Pairing: Sam, Annie, Gene, Maya. (Mild Sam/Annie, Sam/Maya implications)
Rating: Green Cortina
Notes: flecalicious asked for an AU with Evil!Sam as head of the Tyler Empire; Annie in the future, and some Maya conflict.
The time is 2007, the place is an AU Manchester. Sam Tyler has inherited the Tyler Crime Empire from his father, Vic; Annie, Gene and Maya are present in the same time line, and what each of them is doing will soon become apparent. These are scenes from an AU; I think something much bigger may follow. Certain scenarios were absolutely meant as a tribute to The Sopranos.
Sam Tyler: Session #1, Dr. Anne Cartwright
“So why are you seeking treatment?” she asked, but he just stared at her.
She tried again. “The thing about therapy, you see, is that it usually involves the patient actually talking to the therapist.”
Sam Tyler shifted in his chair. “I have some serious . . . health concerns.”
“Such as?”
“Blacking out. Anxiety attacks. Waking up disorientated.”
“I see. And have you seen a physician about these problems?”
“Yes. He referred me to you.”
“And what are you looking for – what do you expect from our sessions?”
“Preferably, no more blacking out, anxiety attacks or waking up disorientated. I should have thought that was obvious.”
“Mister Tyler, you will have to be a little bit more forthcoming with me if you want this to work. Today, I’ll ask you some background questions, about your personal life, your work, and so forth. If you don’t feel like answering, well, we won’t get very far.” She paused for a moment. “And by the way, I know who you are.”
“I see, Doctor Cartwright. Well, since you’ve chosen to be direct, so will I. I assume you understand my need for complete discretion, and that I will expect full adherence to the code of doctor/patient privilege.”
“Naturally.” Call me Doctor Melfi, she thought, although she had serious doubts that someone like Sam Tyler would get the joke; surely he hadn’t the time for telly. This is going to be interesting.
Sam Tyler, Session # 5, Dr. Anne Cartwright
“And in these dreams?”
“In these dreams, I’m a police detective, believe it or not. And I’m somehow trapped in the past. And,” he looked suddenly away from her, evincing an intense interest in the upper-left-hand corner of the landscape painting on the far wall. “You’re there. Somehow, you’re the only one who understands me.”
“Do you think that this reflects what’s going on in our sessions? That somehow I know the true, the inner you?”
Tyler looked at his doctor with more scorn than he’d ever done before, which was to say, quite a lot. “Hardly. I don’t think you’ve even begun to scratch the surface. In fact, I’m beginning to wonder if you’re not the worst psychotherapist in the Greater Manchester area.”
“Then why do you keep coming back?”
“Because the attacks have gone away.” Suddenly, he winked. “Because you’re the only woman I know who doesn’t interrupt me constantly. And because you look rather fetching in your old-fashioned WPC uniform, with the dowdy shoes and your hair all curled back in one of those seventies flips.”
“And you’re concerned that if you cease treatment, I’ll stop showing up in your dreams?”
“Maybe.”
“How does your wife play out in these dreams? And your mistress?” Tony Soprano would have said gumad, Annie thought to herself.
“Lucy hasn’t turned up at all, and Joni? One of the bad ones kills her off rather quickly.”
“Do you find it difficult to balance these multiple relationships?”
“I find that gifts, and sex, tend to solve most of the problems. I think that Lucy is,” he looked at her disconcertingly, “rather grateful to have me taken off her hands a few nights a week. I can be a bit demanding.”
Anne Cartwright, session #224, Dr. Neil Hinchcliffe
“It disturbs me how drawn to him I am. There’s something charismatic, something almost . . . magnetic.”
“At the same time that he is an evil human being.”
“Neil, you’ve promised not to judge anymore.”
“I’m sorry, Annie. I know that’s part of our agreement.”
“He is behind half of what’s wrong in Manchester, and probably a good chunk of what’s wrong in the entire United Kingdom. He’s got a wife he treats abominably, a mistress who likewise, and he’s playing mind games with a couple of cops.” Gene Hunt and Maya Roy, the head and deputy of the organized crime taskforce. It was mostly cat and mouse with Hunt, from what he’d told her, with each of them taking turns at being the cat, but he seemed to tease poor Roy, who sounded like she was half in love with him.
Of course, that was the way he told it. She wished she’d have a chance to talk to Maya Roy herself, to find out her side of it. Maybe she was identifying with her a bit too much.
“He confuses me, Neil, like no patient ever has.”
Staff Meeting, Manchester C.I.D. Organized Crime Task Force
“Where’s Hunt?” D.I. Maya Roy asked the room in general.
“Outside having a smoke, no doubt,” said a junior male D.C., and there was a general buzz of agreement.
“Hold yer ‘orses.” The door blew open, and behind it was Gene Hunt. “Starting without me, eh?”
“With respect, sir,” Maya winked at him, “you’re late. Not to mention reeking of tobacco.”
Gene rolled his eyes, and the assembled members of the task force let out a collective held breath. Only D.I. Roy could get away with saying these things to D.C.I. Hunt. Half of them were sure it was because he fancied her, or was already sleeping with her. The other half were sure it was because he wasn’t.
“If the p.c. police are done, shall we get down to business? Our agenda, as usual, is the Tylers.”
Various members of the task force reported on the gang’s latest activities: fraud, vice, extortion.
Finally, Hunt turned back to Roy, with a smile. “Your report?”
“Two dozen roses, and the usual invitation to dinner.”
“What’s he playing at?” wondered a female D.C., aloud.
Gene Hunt turned a wolfish grin on her. “I should think that was bloody obvious, shouldn’t you?” He looked at Maya. “He’s playing a game, and a very dangerous one. You turned down the invitation, as usual?”
“As usual,” she said. “But sometimes I wonder if it would be worthwhile, just seeing if I could get him to talk . . .”
“Sam Tyler is a dangerous man and I don’t want you putting yourself at that kind of risk.” It was only after he’d said it that Gene realized the mistake he’d made. Dammit, Maya, play with fire and you’re sure to get burned.
Sam Tyler: Session #12, Dr. Anne Cartwright
“You’ve been holding back, the past several sessions. You can’t expect to make any progress unless you’re willing to give something.”
Tyler remained silent for a moment, then looked her straight in the eye.
“Do you ever . . . think about me?”
“Of course I do. I think about all my patients. It’s part of the job.”
“No, I mean think about me.”
Dr. Cartwright smiled, and suddenly looked years younger. “It’s called transference.”
“No,” said Tyler. “That would be if I thought about you.”
“Don’t you?”
Sam Tyler remained silent for the remainder of the session.
City Hospital, Manchester
Visiting hours were over, and Annie’s friends and family had all been chased politely out by the staff.
She loved every one of them, but it took a lot out of her, in her present condition. Pretending to be all right, pretending that once she’d mended physically, her heart and mind would mend as well. She wasn’t sure it was true. She closed her eyes, savoring being alone.
A soft voice, just above her bedside. “I came as soon as I found out.” She felt him take her hand.
She opened her eyes and looked Sam Tyler right in the eyes. “Hello.”
“Doctor Cartwright, I . . . I’m sorry about what happened.” She was surprised at the half-muffled emotion in his voice. “If you . . . just say the word. I watch out for my people.”
They looked at each other for a long while.
“Just tell me who did this to you, and I’ll have it taken care of.” He tightened his grip on her hand.
Annie knew that the next thing she said would determine the future course of her life, one way or another.
She spoke.
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Date: 2007-08-31 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-01 12:22 pm (UTC)Normally I wouldn't post something until it's completed but I had no idea there needed to be more until I was in the throes of the ficathon deadline. So, yes, there will be more, but not immediately.
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Date: 2007-08-31 03:33 pm (UTC)I enjoyed this, especially because I haven't seen The Sopranos so I don't have to worry about knowing what's happening.
Very nice!!!
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Date: 2007-09-01 12:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-01 12:26 pm (UTC)Have a fantastic time in Venice, btw -- so jealous!
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Date: 2007-08-31 08:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-01 12:29 pm (UTC)I think this is Sam if Vic never ran off on the family and got good at the whole crime thing. I suspect he's going to show more characteristics of "our" Sam as things go on.
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Date: 2007-08-31 11:03 pm (UTC)Can't wait for more.
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Date: 2007-09-01 12:35 pm (UTC)It looks like there's going to have to be more. :-)
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Date: 2007-09-01 12:56 pm (UTC)This is a lot more fragmentary than I usually write, fwiw. It's just how the story seemed to want to be written. I'm having a lot of fun figuring out parallels -- and I'm loving Maya and Gene as a team.
That reference to Sam's "demands" on Lucy was really just an echo of something Carmela Soprano says about Tony and why she doesn't mind him having a mistress (later on it turns out she does mind), but considering the last fic I wrote before this one was a Master/Lucy kinkfic, in the Doctor Who universe, I wonder if there was something more to it than I consciously intended . . .
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Date: 2007-09-01 01:55 am (UTC)Oh man. I fucking love you. LOVE. This is marvellous, really, just brilliant. So much unsaid, just hinted at - it's so believable. I love that it's still Sam, still Gene, still Maya, definitely still Annie. And there was Neil and Lucy and Joni! Wonderful. Thank you!
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Date: 2007-09-01 01:00 pm (UTC)Now I just have to figure out which way Annie decided.
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Date: 2007-09-01 12:05 pm (UTC)Interesting how Sam seems like something caged, like his civil manners just hide the cruelness inside. And I love the Gene/Maya dynamic. And I feel for Annie, poor Annie :(
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Date: 2007-09-01 01:03 pm (UTC)Yeah, I kind of really love Gene and Maya working together.
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Date: 2007-09-02 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-03 12:29 am (UTC)(And I love the little Doctor Who tribute with Sam's wife "Lucy" - I don't suppose she was originally Lucy Cole, daughter of Lord Cole of Tarminster? %-)
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Date: 2007-09-03 10:01 pm (UTC)I loved the prompt, but I kept thinking about this wonderful Evil!Sam/Maya story lm_jillybean had written and I was afraid of covering too much of the same ground, so then I had the brainstorm of Annie as Sam's Dr. Melfi and it all came together from there. I'm so glad you liked it!
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Date: 2007-09-03 12:02 pm (UTC)This was brilliant - I love the way that you've written it, it's a wonderful break from the usual narrative styles and it still shows everything off perfectly. Plus, Lucy as his wife had me squeeing so much! I love Lucy ;) Plus you managed to keep all the characters as themselves in an AU setting, which is a) hard and b) pulled off spectacularly.
And the ending...oh boy. I hope there's more?! And will we find out what happened to Annie? I want her to be with evil!Sam, cause I'm wrong like that ;P
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Date: 2007-09-03 10:06 pm (UTC)I'm planning to write more; well, I wasn't until about halfway through this when I realized that it was going to be nowhere near resolved.
I'm still trying to figure out which way it went with Annie; I *think* your wish will come true, but I'm not sure where the internal logic of the story is going to take me. So far I've gotten to cheat by taking inspiration from the Sopranos, but the storylines are about to diverge massively . . .
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Date: 2007-09-04 10:55 am (UTC)And I hope so...only because there is something about Evil!Sam that I think works almost toooo well with Annie! LOL, they are a perfect antithesis match.
And I have never watch Sopranos so feel free to diverge wherever the hell you want! Hehe, no that y'need my permission, obvs :)
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Date: 2007-09-04 03:06 pm (UTC)Oh, I just took some framework stuff (mob boss and female shrink, mainly) from the Sopranos; and there's a big turning point for Dr. Melfi when she realizes that if she tells Tony she was raped and that she knows who did it, he'll, um, take care of things . . . what I've been loving about the parallel situations is that the characters themselves are so very different that they're totally keeping me honest. ;-)
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Date: 2007-09-04 06:35 pm (UTC)And they are themselves, you've done it well! :D
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:18 am (UTC)The thing in Sopranos was that when Melfi doesn't tell Tony, it's like she's resisted temptation and saved her own soul or something; and then the viewer realizes s/he was wanting something Really Wrong to happen, because of course . Of course, in fanfic, it's okay for us to want something Really Wrong, right? ;-)
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:29 am (UTC)Oh, it's totally acceptable in fandom to want Really Wrong things to happen - otherwise what would all we angst-addicts do?! Sam is very tempting, after all..... ;)
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Date: 2007-09-05 10:33 am (UTC)Of course now my only problem is that if Sam gets involved with Annie I'll be all conflicted because I love crazy Lucy too . . . I imagine she's not quite so crazy in this universe, though.
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Date: 2007-09-06 12:29 pm (UTC)Anyway, glad you're excited, it's definitely very motivating!
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Date: 2007-09-04 01:19 am (UTC)Loving this, and I definitely hope that there's more out there :)
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Date: 2007-09-04 10:40 am (UTC)