Life on Mars Fic: My Favorite Things (Gen)
Jul. 7th, 2008 07:09 amI wrote this for the
1973flashfic Comfort challenge. Gene, Ray, Annie, Chris, Sam, White Cortina/G rated. 459 words.
We all find comfort in our own ways.
My Favorite Things . . .
Chelseagirl47
Gene
Gene took a pull on his flask, the smooth metal fitting solidly in his hand. The whiskey bit as it went down, its rich, smoky taste filling his throat with its warmth. There was a new Clint Eastwood on at cinema, and this Saturday, he was there. His missus had promised a roast dinner for Sunday lunch, and her mum wouldn’t be coming, for once.
Life could be a lot worse.
Ray
Having paid for his lunch, Ray slipped his wallet back into his pocket, but not before he looked again at the ticket nestled inside. Manchester United always made him feel better. There were no grey areas; no Sam Tyler to throw doubt on the practices of his hero, Gene Hunt.
There was us and them; team songs and camaraderie; a red-and-white scarf to show what side you were on.
Annie
Dad was settled in for the night, and Annie had a few hours to herself. She settled down on the couch with a piece of chocolate cake and a long, cool glass of milk, and opened her book, a favorite since childhood. “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day,” she read. It might be weeks before she had enough free time to get to “Reader, I married him,” and all that followed, but right now she imagined herself sitting with Jane Eyre, reading in the curtained alcove of her aunt’s house.
The past is another country, it’s said, and sometimes that was enough for Annie.
Chris
Don’t lean on me man, ‘cause you can’t afford the ticket,
Back from Suffragette City!
Chris gyrated in front of the mirror, singing into his hairbrush. He was wearing a glittery tanktop his sister had recently discarded, and his hair was brushed up in proper rock star style. If circumstances had been different, he could’ve been another David Bowie, he just knew it.
Maybe someday he’d find a girl who got it. Who really got him.
Oooh, wham, bam, thank you ma’am!
Sam
Sam sat, morosely, in his bedsit, drinking straight from the bottle. He was mad, he was crazy, he was . . . yeah.
He got up and flipped on the telly, almost dreading what he would find there. The Test Card Girl again, or something worse? But what he did find . . . a dashing older man, with a bouffant of white hair, and a natty velvet jacket. He was talking to a couple of men in uniforms, with red berets. A slender girl rushed onscreen with an urgent message.
The Doctor was saving the earth, again, and for the next twenty-five minutes, Sam was back in the happiest moments of his childhood, his troubles forgotten and his drink disregarded on the floor.
We all find comfort in our own ways.
My Favorite Things . . .
Chelseagirl47
Gene
Gene took a pull on his flask, the smooth metal fitting solidly in his hand. The whiskey bit as it went down, its rich, smoky taste filling his throat with its warmth. There was a new Clint Eastwood on at cinema, and this Saturday, he was there. His missus had promised a roast dinner for Sunday lunch, and her mum wouldn’t be coming, for once.
Life could be a lot worse.
Ray
Having paid for his lunch, Ray slipped his wallet back into his pocket, but not before he looked again at the ticket nestled inside. Manchester United always made him feel better. There were no grey areas; no Sam Tyler to throw doubt on the practices of his hero, Gene Hunt.
There was us and them; team songs and camaraderie; a red-and-white scarf to show what side you were on.
Annie
Dad was settled in for the night, and Annie had a few hours to herself. She settled down on the couch with a piece of chocolate cake and a long, cool glass of milk, and opened her book, a favorite since childhood. “There was no possibility of taking a walk that day,” she read. It might be weeks before she had enough free time to get to “Reader, I married him,” and all that followed, but right now she imagined herself sitting with Jane Eyre, reading in the curtained alcove of her aunt’s house.
The past is another country, it’s said, and sometimes that was enough for Annie.
Chris
Don’t lean on me man, ‘cause you can’t afford the ticket,
Back from Suffragette City!
Chris gyrated in front of the mirror, singing into his hairbrush. He was wearing a glittery tanktop his sister had recently discarded, and his hair was brushed up in proper rock star style. If circumstances had been different, he could’ve been another David Bowie, he just knew it.
Maybe someday he’d find a girl who got it. Who really got him.
Oooh, wham, bam, thank you ma’am!
Sam
Sam sat, morosely, in his bedsit, drinking straight from the bottle. He was mad, he was crazy, he was . . . yeah.
He got up and flipped on the telly, almost dreading what he would find there. The Test Card Girl again, or something worse? But what he did find . . . a dashing older man, with a bouffant of white hair, and a natty velvet jacket. He was talking to a couple of men in uniforms, with red berets. A slender girl rushed onscreen with an urgent message.
The Doctor was saving the earth, again, and for the next twenty-five minutes, Sam was back in the happiest moments of his childhood, his troubles forgotten and his drink disregarded on the floor.
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Date: 2008-07-07 11:32 am (UTC)It felt so good to be writing LoM again. Hopefully there's more in there. ;-)
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Date: 2008-07-07 11:25 am (UTC)All the characters are spot-on, and the DW mention is fab!
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Date: 2008-07-07 11:34 am (UTC)Yeah, Sam's was kinda foreordained from the moment I started playing with the idea. *g*
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Date: 2008-07-07 12:34 pm (UTC)I figure if Chris'll go all New Romantic later on, he's gotta have some interest in glam rock. ;-)
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Date: 2008-07-07 01:10 pm (UTC)Oh, Sam. ♥
I also really loved Chris', because, well, I love Chris --- and I could see it.
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Date: 2008-07-07 05:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-07 01:17 pm (UTC)great job!
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Date: 2008-07-07 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-07 02:38 pm (UTC)And Sam is so an old school Doctor Who fan.
Thank you for writing again, you are so good at it.
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Date: 2008-07-07 05:19 pm (UTC)And of course he is!
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Date: 2008-07-07 04:44 pm (UTC)*Wonders if it is too late to get a LoM icon*
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Date: 2008-07-07 05:21 pm (UTC)It is *never* too late -- there are still tons being posted on lifein1973, lifeonicons, and the actors' comms.
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Date: 2008-07-07 06:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-07 08:47 pm (UTC)Yes, now I have Chris gyrating in my head. Somebody get this man a pair of platform shoes, please! ;-)
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Date: 2008-07-09 03:30 am (UTC)This is made of WIN. So much. I love it. Love it. Annie... perfect. Gene of course, and Ray and HEHEEEE, Chris. AW, Chris, just you wait.
Sam. Finding an old ep of The Doctor. Brilliant. Really clever, you!
I liked very much, can you tell?????? ;)
See you Thurs.
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