Title: Wine and Candles 1/4
Fandom: Life on Mars
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or their universe. BBC/Kudos do. I’m not making any money out of this.
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 935
Characters: Sam, Gene
Summary: Gene can cook.
Author’s Note: For the “Buddy Cops’ Candlelit Dinner” challenge thrown down by NeuralClone at Lifein1973.
Wine and Candles, Part 1
“But Guv, you can’t even cook.”
“I can learn.”
“In 20 minutes?”
“I’m worried about yer
“What, been looking have you?”
“No I have not! I just ... you’re on my team, that’s all. I look after my team. Even the
“Well, that’s very kind Guv, but I’m not sure...”
“No-one’s asking you to be sure,
“You’re telling me to go and have a lie down. While you sort out some food. OK, then, I will.”
Shaking his head in disbelief, Sam wandered out of the room. Watching him go, Gene grinned and turned back to the fridge. Butter, mince, onion. He bet the
20 minutes later the sauce was bubbling gently and the kettle was nearly boiling, so he left it all to its own devices for a minute while he went to check on
He smiled to himself as he saw that
OK then, next. Plates – easy, he just knew
Slipping silently back out to the car, he rummaged in the boot for the bottle of red wine he’d hidden there. Carling had spotted it and he’d had to make up some stupid story about a darts night raffle. Luckily Carling had gone for it; he didn’t want the story getting around that the Genie drank poncy wine.
Gene moved purposefully around the kitchen, setting the table, arranging the chairs. He poured a little of the wine and sniffed it. Tasted it, rolling it around his mouth assessingly. Mmm, that should be good enough even for
Finally, he served the food, arranged the chopped parsley as artistically as could be expected of a man who didn’t believe in that sort of thing, and – final touch – lit the candles he’d found in Tyler’s cupboard. Well, stands to reason, doesn’t it, he’s got ‘em, he likes ‘em. So use ‘em.
“ ...bloody hell!” Sam stared at the food then at Gene. “You ... cooked. Food. For me. For ... us?”
“Well, I could bugger off and leave you to dine in solitary splendour if that’s how you’d prefer it,
“... wine. But you don’t...”
“Shows how much you know, then, doesn’t it. Sit down,
“You cooked. For me. But you ... wine? Candles?” Sam sat down abruptly, staring at the carefully laid table, the beautifully arranged food, the flickering candles in the newly-polished wooden candleholders.
“Guv? What ... I mean ... is ... are you...?”
“You’re not making much sense,
“Gene, seriously, I didn’t know you could cook. And ...” he swept a hand over the table, indicating the wine and the candles.
Gene moved forward and clinked his own glass against Sam’s.
“Take it as a seduction scene, Sam. Or not, if you prefer. Your choice: I’m yer senior officer, Tyler, I’m not going to force meself upon you if you’re not interested.” He looked away for a moment, pulling out the chair opposite Sam’s.
Sam spluttered his wine and looked up at Gene.
“Well, it’s not what I expected - I had more in mind a good night’s sleep and some aspirin, but ...”
He let the words trail off, and grinned.
“Yeah, I’m interested Guv. When do we start?”
“After the bloody food, you nonce. For the third time, eat. I don’t want you fainting half-way through, do I.”
Continued in Part 2