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Mar. 19th, 2014 10:40 amComment fic prompt: Life on Mars, Sam/author's choice, he stays in 1973 and over 30 years later sees someone who looks very much like his younger self on Doctor Who.
Why they were watching Doctor Who, Sam couldn't remember. It might simply have been that neither Gene or him could be bothered to look for the remote control when show before it had gone off.
He was looking through the paper trying to find the TV guide, when Gene said, "He don't half look like you."
"Who?" Sam looked round to see dark haired, skinny bloke legging it down a road followed by a young woman and a man who looked like he'd escaped from a World War Two film. "You lost your glasses again?"
"I don't need them," Gene said huffily. "Nothing wrong with my eyes. You looked round too late. Slow, that's you trouble."
"Yeah, yeah," Sam replied fondly. How they'd ended up together was something that baffled them both, but they had and now after more years than really seem possible together, he couldn't imagine not having Gene sitting there on the sofa, like an graying lion, being king of all he surveys. Sam smiled again. Which admittedly was quite a nice house on the edge of Manchester.
"There he is," Gene said again.
Sam watched as a man that looked a lot like himself thirty or more years back, laugh maniacally as he apparently killed a bunch of MPs with alien gas. It was surreal to say the least, Sam decided, not able yet to look away, half expecting the character on the screen to suddenly talk to him by name or maybe even step out of the telly at him.
It had been bloody weird back then, more than half a life time ago. He blinked and the scene change back to the two men and woman who been running earlier. He was too old to deal with crap like that now. All the radios talking to him, things on the telly having conversations with him or about him. It had been years since it had last happened. The Test Card Girl had been the last to go. Standing at the end of his bed one night, she stuck her tongue out at him. "You're no fun any more." Then she'd run out the door. That had been just before Christmas 1979.
This wasn't the same thought he told himself. Gene could see the bloke on the telly same as him - that never used to happen. It was just coincidence.
"Maybe a bit," Sam said getting up from the arm chair. "I'll go get us a cup of tea."
"Told you so," Gene said triumphantly. "Got any biscuits then? proper ones, not them fancy nut things that old bird on the corner gave us last week."
Sam laughed. Somethings never changed and right now he was glad of it. "Alright, and put it on something else."
Why they were watching Doctor Who, Sam couldn't remember. It might simply have been that neither Gene or him could be bothered to look for the remote control when show before it had gone off.
He was looking through the paper trying to find the TV guide, when Gene said, "He don't half look like you."
"Who?" Sam looked round to see dark haired, skinny bloke legging it down a road followed by a young woman and a man who looked like he'd escaped from a World War Two film. "You lost your glasses again?"
"I don't need them," Gene said huffily. "Nothing wrong with my eyes. You looked round too late. Slow, that's you trouble."
"Yeah, yeah," Sam replied fondly. How they'd ended up together was something that baffled them both, but they had and now after more years than really seem possible together, he couldn't imagine not having Gene sitting there on the sofa, like an graying lion, being king of all he surveys. Sam smiled again. Which admittedly was quite a nice house on the edge of Manchester.
"There he is," Gene said again.
Sam watched as a man that looked a lot like himself thirty or more years back, laugh maniacally as he apparently killed a bunch of MPs with alien gas. It was surreal to say the least, Sam decided, not able yet to look away, half expecting the character on the screen to suddenly talk to him by name or maybe even step out of the telly at him.
It had been bloody weird back then, more than half a life time ago. He blinked and the scene change back to the two men and woman who been running earlier. He was too old to deal with crap like that now. All the radios talking to him, things on the telly having conversations with him or about him. It had been years since it had last happened. The Test Card Girl had been the last to go. Standing at the end of his bed one night, she stuck her tongue out at him. "You're no fun any more." Then she'd run out the door. That had been just before Christmas 1979.
This wasn't the same thought he told himself. Gene could see the bloke on the telly same as him - that never used to happen. It was just coincidence.
"Maybe a bit," Sam said getting up from the arm chair. "I'll go get us a cup of tea."
"Told you so," Gene said triumphantly. "Got any biscuits then? proper ones, not them fancy nut things that old bird on the corner gave us last week."
Sam laughed. Somethings never changed and right now he was glad of it. "Alright, and put it on something else."
