ausmac (ausmac) wrote in lifein1973, @ 2008-03-21 01:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: ausmac, gene/sam/oc, genre: au, slash |
Fic: Randy - Part 1
Title: Randy 1/?
Author: Mac
Rating: Quite whitish this part.
Summary: Gene's brother comes to visit, rather unexpectedly providing entertainment for all.
Notes: By way of a pressie (or a nuisance, depending on your point of view) I present the first part of a new LoM story in celebration of this new comm.
Sam stood, hands on hips, and looked down at his desktop.
There was a pile of files, a pen jar, a tape dispenser, a stapler, an empty coffee cup. After a moment's deliberation, he picked up the cup and hurled it against the wall.
It caused barely a stir, since he'd just had his Monday morning DCI/DI conference and there'd been a certain amount of thumping and shouting coming from Gene Hunt's office. A broken coffee cup thrown by a man in the throws of extreme Hunt-anguish hardly registered.
Chris was, as ever, sympathetic to his DI's plight. "Boss, you okay? If you want –" and then he froze in midsentence, staring at a point past Sam, towards the main office entrance. Even as he turned, Sam noticed the abrupt silence, broken only by an unanswered phone and a pin dropping.
He turned, and his jaw joined the pin.
The big man stood in the middle of doorway, one hand on hip, the other removing his sunglasses and sliding them into a pocket of his cream corduroy jacket. He was wearing a shirt that Sam was fairly certain featured small, artfully patterned flowers, tucked into white corduroy pants. The shirt was open halfway down his chest, showing a set of gold chains beneath. The thick blond hair was swept back off his face.
"Fuck."
Sam wasn't sure who said it, but it was answered by a very familiar crooked smile and the narrowing of equally familiar green eyes. "Anytime, love."
Sam, still uncertain whether he'd slid into another area of reality or not, heard the door behind him open.
"What the hell is going – "
The smile widened. "Surprise!"
Sam swung around slowly. Gene was standing in his office door way, cigarette falling from a suddenly slack mouth. He paled, then flushed. "What the fuck are you doing here!"
Sam swung back, feeling like a doll on a string and watched the big man saunter through the room. "Always sure of a warm welcome." He stopped in front of Gene and held his arms wide. "Do I get a hug?"
Gene quivered as his team watched in fascination. "Piss off! And stop smirkin' at me, yer fairy!"
The visitor swung around to the room, his gaze settling on Sam. He held out his hand and Sam took it, automatically. "Hi there, I'm Randy."
Sam froze, and blinked, confused. "Excuse me?"
"Oye!" Gene's voice was loud with disapproval. The flamboyant figure grinned again, and Sam began to smile in response.
"Sorry, son, he always gets this way when his queer brother visits."
"Queer!" squeaked Ray.
"Brother!" mouthed Sam.
"Shit!" swore Gene.