Title: Best Ever
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: 283
Summary: It’s not just the past that’s a different country. The future’s pretty weird, too.
Author’s Note: I wrote most of this some time ago, but I wasn’t sure what to do with it. Then in a comment last week, walkerbaby unknowingly provided a great ending. Just a silly bit of fun.
“This seat taken, love?”
That was the weirdest thing about 2006, Gene reflected: the women.
In this crazy world of Sam’s, they didn’t sit coyly in the corner hoping to catch your eye, they came straight up to you and said what they wanted to say, in terms direct enough to make a man blush.
Even more than being “out” as Sam called it, this was the thing he’d found hardest to adapt to in their new life.
Gene had always – before Sam, anyway – been the hunter, not the hunted, and he still hadn’t got the hang of saying “thanks, but no thanks” with any finesse. He smiled at the irony and out of the corner of his eye saw the woman casually move nearer. Bloody hell, here we go again.
It would be almost worth getting married, he thought, to keep them off. If they stayed, perhaps they would - rings, announcements, the works. He lifted his glass, carefully avoiding the woman’s eye, and with relief saw Sam approaching just as she put a hand on his arm.
“Find your own, love, this one’s mine!” Sam said cheerfully as he stepped up behind Gene and put his arms around him.
“Ah, sod it,” she said. She drained her glass and backed off good-naturedly. “Thought I’d found myself a good one for once.”
Gene’s back was warm as Sam snuggled closer and kissed the top of his head. “You did that all right – one of the best. But you know what they say about the best men.”
“They’re always either taken, fiction, or gay.”
Gene smirked and butted in. “That’s right, love. Which makes me the best ever, isn’t that right, Gladys?”