Make damn sure it's
this one.
To be blunt, I tend to be
really judgemental and unforgiving with
Life On Mars fanfiction. I've never watched the American re-make, so I can't speak for that one, but in the original British series, the characters are all so strongly portrayed that you get a pretty vivid idea about all of them. It's very easy to be reading a fanfiction and to completely lose believability in it because you can see cracks in the characters you know so well.
Especially in the slash fanfiction. I can completely see Sam/Gene, but I tend to be very wary about reading it because too many fanfics turn Gene into some kind of scary, girly, caring, sensitive, messed up shell of his real character and Sam into an over exaggerated prissy woman on PMS that I just have to stop reading before I go nuts. Some horrific slash fanfiction can easily turn into sickening fluff that really mauls the characters in a way I really can't stand (or maybe I'm just looking in the wrong places). Even some of the good ones have things that I can't help but cringe at.
But this
one can actually strike a balance I can believe. I also have a complete hard-on for stories where one character is losing their mind, and Sam with his '
maybe I'm in a coma, or maybe I'm in the past' frame of mind is too easy.
The writer just hits the nail bang on with everything, describing things with a good amount of flare from the characters in her writing, so that you can recognise the 'real' Gene and the unstable state of mind in Sam (and recognisable logic to his new situations) clearly.
So, yeah. I'm completely jealous and happy at the same time and you should just go read it now.
can fight the sleep but not the dreamFandom: Life on Mars
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10,423 words.
Summary: Sam is finding it difficult to distinguish between reality and unreality.
Extract:
It’s cold this Monday in the way it hasn’t been for years --- a deep, unremitting coldness that strikes through material and flesh straight to the bone. Gene supposes he shouldn’t be surprised as he stands in the rain, but for some reason he is. It’s cold. He’s cold. He wraps his coat tighter around himself and watches as Sam stages his reconstruction.
He’s been odd lately. Not that he ever isn’t; Sam’s default is batshit crazy. But he’s been even worse than that, and if he’s slept it doesn’t show, and Gene doesn’t know why that bothers him, but it does.
Gene knows it’s likely due to their last case. Sam took the death pretty hard, and though he wanted to be consoling, he’s fairly sure he wasn’t, because Sam might self-medicate with the rest of them, but it never seems to cure him.
Sam looks up, straight into his eyes, as if he’s aware Gene’s been thinking about him --- worrying about him. But all he does is give a grim nod and come walking over, his swagger stiffer than usual and his expression the other side of bitter.
“This reconstruction’s going about as smooth as a tranny’s arse,” Gene says, as soon as Sam’s within earshot.