Fandom: Life On Mars
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 300
Notes: In THIS MEME,
Spoileriffic for the last episode of the series.
Summary: Gene in the hospital. Sam in a dress.
Gene didn’t know which made him happier, the sight of Sam blasting the living daylights out of Leslie John as though he was Clint Eastwood himself, or the vision he got later that night at the hospital.
At first he thought it was one of them delusions from the loss of blood, but it was real enough. Sam Tyler, in a nurse’s uniform, showing off a better set of legs than half the birds Gene knew. He could have shouted for a doctor or called him a pervert or protested as Sam’s hands moved smoothly under that embarrassment of a hospital gown they’d stuck him in.
Instead he lay back and smiled at the soft touch of Sam’s hands on his skin, moving down his body to deliver the finest care the NHS could offer. They’d been heading for this all along, and although Gene wouldn’t have expected the dress or the make-up for that matter, he wasn’t going to complain about the warm hands, clever fingers or the things Sam could do to Gene while he was lying in bed held together by gauze and tape. Dry turned to slick, warm rose to hot and Gene found himself barely containing a scream, as he was stroked to release by his “nurse.”
“Thank you, sister,” he muttered, with a sigh, as he felt a warm flannel cleaning him up.
“No trouble at all, Guv. It’s what I came back for,” Sam said, leaning over to give Gene a kiss that left him more shaken than anything else that had happened that day.
“What? To dress up like some tart and get lipstick all over me face?”
“No. For you.”
Still a nutter. Probably destined to be a thorn in Gene’s side for all eternity.
But Sam was back.
For him.