"Going Under"
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amine_eyesTitle: "Going Under"
Fandom: Life on Mars
Characters: Gene Hunt, Sam Tyler, Test-Card-Girl
Beta: Self-Betaed
Summary: Gene's been taken, and the Test-Card Girl is in his head ...
A/N: This was written in response to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fern_tree's absolutely riveting piece of art called "Found" which is horrifingly beautiful and brought out the hurt/comfort bunnies in multitudes :D Seriously, go look at it, her style is gorgeous and affects the heart so much :D
Warning: Contains torture of Gene Hunt, and the Test-Card Girl, who is damn creepy.
Disclaimer: Seriously, I would know by now if I owned these guys :)
She laughs most days, it echoes off the walls and Gene has given up singing the rudest songs he knows to counteract it.
They come in again, sending the dog first so that Gene will automatically try not to hit it - it's a dog, just a dog, never meant to hurt anyone unlike those bastards - and then they'll send Dumb and Dumber, two hulking mountains of muscle and fat that loom over Gene and pin him to the ground. Then, that fucking miserable excuse for humanity known as Greg will wield the whip as though he's a lion tamer, and all she does, is laugh.
No, wait, that's not the worst bit. Sometimes, she comes down from the wall, dragging that clown behind her, and gently caresses his cheek as he goes through procedural reports in order to take his mind off the pain, and whispers, "He's still looking Mr Hunt. He'll not give up Mr Hunt, not your Sammy."
After he blinks, or turns to yell, or flinches away from her cold cold touch, she's back on the wall. And Gene starts to think that maybe, Sammy won't make it this time.
-x-x-x-x-
It's been three weeks of almost-hell, and Gene's now having to be tied to a chair to get the beatings, as his legs are refusing to work properly. The room's just cold enough to make him shiver but not die from hypothermia, and now when she comes off the wall, she kneels down in front of him, smiling as she tells a story of a magical genie and his human friend who died and left him all alone. Gene can't make his mouth work properly to tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, but when she does go back to the drawing, he can still feel her eyes on his back.
-x-x-x-x-
Gene's stopped counting the drips of the water from the ceiling, or the tings from the hooks against chains and the wall. All he does now is let the bindings on his wrists hold him mostly upright as he foggily goes through the best way to pour a pint. He can hear shouting from outside, and crashes of glass, but as Greg yells all the time and the man-mountains are too stupid to avoid walls, he just continues with trying to remember if tipping the glass or just pouring slowly allows the proper buildup of foam on the top.
He hears the door open, and fuck it, he's too tired, he's been fighting so long, he just looks down.
Footsteps cross the room, stop in front of him.
"Guv?"
She's started imitating his voice again.
A hand falls on his neck, and he flinches slightly. He's not going to let that thing win. Sam's face appears in front of him.
"Guv? Come on Gene, answer me."
Gene blinks. Sam's still there.
He tries to swallow, and Sam pulls out a flask from his pocket and gently allows a dribble of whiskey to head down his throat. He manages to swallow, and focuses on the feel of Sam's hand on his neck and the worried look on his face.
"Gene, Ray and the others have got those fuckers in protective custody, we're going to get you out of here I promise -"
"He's lying, you know."
That bitch is down from the wall, in front of him as Sam starts to undo the bindings on his wrists. She's still holding that clown.
Sam hauls him up, and pulls Gene to rest mostly on his shoulder.
"He'll leave you, you know, your little Sammy-boy, they never stay, not long enough -"
"Fuck you," says Gene, and gives her the finger as Sam helps him outside to the blinding sun and waiting ambulance.
Sam's always going to be here. Just see if he isn't.
Fandom: Life on Mars
Characters: Gene Hunt, Sam Tyler, Test-Card-Girl
Beta: Self-Betaed
Summary: Gene's been taken, and the Test-Card Girl is in his head ...
A/N: This was written in response to
fern_tree's absolutely riveting piece of art called "Found" which is horrifingly beautiful and brought out the hurt/comfort bunnies in multitudes :D Seriously, go look at it, her style is gorgeous and affects the heart so much :D Warning: Contains torture of Gene Hunt, and the Test-Card Girl, who is damn creepy.
Disclaimer: Seriously, I would know by now if I owned these guys :)
She laughs most days, it echoes off the walls and Gene has given up singing the rudest songs he knows to counteract it.
They come in again, sending the dog first so that Gene will automatically try not to hit it - it's a dog, just a dog, never meant to hurt anyone unlike those bastards - and then they'll send Dumb and Dumber, two hulking mountains of muscle and fat that loom over Gene and pin him to the ground. Then, that fucking miserable excuse for humanity known as Greg will wield the whip as though he's a lion tamer, and all she does, is laugh.
No, wait, that's not the worst bit. Sometimes, she comes down from the wall, dragging that clown behind her, and gently caresses his cheek as he goes through procedural reports in order to take his mind off the pain, and whispers, "He's still looking Mr Hunt. He'll not give up Mr Hunt, not your Sammy."
After he blinks, or turns to yell, or flinches away from her cold cold touch, she's back on the wall. And Gene starts to think that maybe, Sammy won't make it this time.
-x-x-x-x-
It's been three weeks of almost-hell, and Gene's now having to be tied to a chair to get the beatings, as his legs are refusing to work properly. The room's just cold enough to make him shiver but not die from hypothermia, and now when she comes off the wall, she kneels down in front of him, smiling as she tells a story of a magical genie and his human friend who died and left him all alone. Gene can't make his mouth work properly to tell her to fuck off and leave him alone, but when she does go back to the drawing, he can still feel her eyes on his back.
-x-x-x-x-
Gene's stopped counting the drips of the water from the ceiling, or the tings from the hooks against chains and the wall. All he does now is let the bindings on his wrists hold him mostly upright as he foggily goes through the best way to pour a pint. He can hear shouting from outside, and crashes of glass, but as Greg yells all the time and the man-mountains are too stupid to avoid walls, he just continues with trying to remember if tipping the glass or just pouring slowly allows the proper buildup of foam on the top.
He hears the door open, and fuck it, he's too tired, he's been fighting so long, he just looks down.
Footsteps cross the room, stop in front of him.
"Guv?"
She's started imitating his voice again.
A hand falls on his neck, and he flinches slightly. He's not going to let that thing win. Sam's face appears in front of him.
"Guv? Come on Gene, answer me."
Gene blinks. Sam's still there.
He tries to swallow, and Sam pulls out a flask from his pocket and gently allows a dribble of whiskey to head down his throat. He manages to swallow, and focuses on the feel of Sam's hand on his neck and the worried look on his face.
"Gene, Ray and the others have got those fuckers in protective custody, we're going to get you out of here I promise -"
"He's lying, you know."
That bitch is down from the wall, in front of him as Sam starts to undo the bindings on his wrists. She's still holding that clown.
Sam hauls him up, and pulls Gene to rest mostly on his shoulder.
"He'll leave you, you know, your little Sammy-boy, they never stay, not long enough -"
"Fuck you," says Gene, and gives her the finger as Sam helps him outside to the blinding sun and waiting ambulance.
Sam's always going to be here. Just see if he isn't.
