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Title: You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
Author: Lucy Saxon
Beta: [livejournal.com profile] talkingtothesky and [livejournal.com profile] lozenger8
Rating: Green Cortina
Word Count: 929
Pairing: Sam/Gene
Summary: Gene holidays in Blackpool
A/N: Originally posted as part of a holiday challenge group project for [livejournal.com profile] flashfic.






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You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
(¸.´ (¸.´ by Lucy Saxon




“Everything better be exactly the way I left it by the time I get home, Sammy-boy.”

“Or what, going to turn me over your knee? I might like that, Guv.”

“Kinky sod”, Gene said affectionately. “I can't talk long, I just wanted to make sure you're taking care of my department and if anything happens to my motor, I will turn you over my knee. Anyway, I better go since the Missus expects me to spend some time with her while we're here. I'll speak to you when I get back.”

Gene hung up the phone and started to make his way back to pick up the Missus from her little shopping trip when he heard the unmistakable sound of a child crying. Deciding to investigate he turned the corner towards the sound and discovered a small child standing there with tears flowing freely from his eyes and no adults around him that Gene could tell.

“What's wrong, Poppet? Where's your mum?”

“I.. I.. I want my auntie Heather,” the child said between sobs.

Gene reached his hand towards the child, who immediately took it. “It's okay, we'll find her. The Gene Genie is on the case and you can be my little Deputy, so dry your eyes and tell me what your name is.”

“S-Sammy” he said as Gene wiped his tears away.

“That's a nice name. I have a Sammy too, at home.” Staring at little Sammy Gene couldn't help but notice the name wasn't the only thing the child had in common with his Sam. He entertained the brief notion of Sam having fathered a child from some tart in Blackpool but he quickly squashed it. Sam had a lot of secrets, but Gene was sure this wasn't one of them. “Come on, Poppet. Let's go find your Aunt Heather.”

Gene started to lead little Sammy through the promenade by the hand, careful not to let go, but far from the scared little thing he was before he was now the one excitedly pulling Gene and pointing towards the donkeys, obviously wanting to ride one. Gene started to tell him no, that his aunt was probably worried sick but one look into those big brown eyes and Gene melted. “Okay, but just one ride, comprende?” But little Sammy wasn't listening, he was far too excited.

The trainer held onto the donkey while Gene walked next to it, carefully protecting little Sammy from falling. Watching the smile on little Sammy's face made Gene happier than he could have imagined, that smile was way too perfect for this horrible world. He never even realised he was a child person before but he suddenly found himself wondering what it would be like to have one of his own.

He knew that ship had sailed though since this was the last holiday he and the missus would spend together. It was supposed to be their last chance to reconcile but they both knew it was too late for that. Maybe if he hadn't been more married to his job than he had been to Natalie they could have had children and maybe it would have worked. But while he regretted that he couldn't be the husband she deserved, he was quite sure she'd be just fine. He knew she had her eye on that bloke, Peter, that worked at the estate agents, but he knew she wouldn't do anything about it out of respect for their marriage.

When he thought about it, this trip was less of an attempt to reconcile and more of a celebration of new beginnings for the both of them.

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Still no luck finding the child's aunt he was feeling hungry and was quite sure Sammy was too, so they stopped for something to eat. Afterwards, Sammy was also wanting a stick of Blackpool Rock to which Gene was again completely unable to say no. Gene wasn't sure how, but this kid seemed to have him completely wrapped around his little finger.

Three hours had passed and Gene still hadn't found the aunt. Quite sure she’d contacted the police, and more than a little disappointed that he was unable to find her without the help of local plod he made his way to the nearest police station while carrying a now sleeping little Sammy.


He started up the stairs of the police station as a young, beautiful but frantic woman was on her way out. Upon seeing Gene she immediately became excited and grabbed little Sammy from Gene's arms “Oh god, Sammy! My little Sammy! I was so worried. Thank you, thank you so much for finding him.” She sobbed with relief as she held him tight against her, waking him blurry eyed from his sleep. “I can't tell you how grateful I am that you found him. I hope he wasn't too much trouble.”

“He was just fine. Just had a scare is all. Need to keep a close eye on him though, all sorts in a place like this.” Gene removed the St. Christopher from around his neck and handed it to Aunt Heather. “Here, this is for him, when he's old enough to have it of course. Just in case he ever finds himself lost again.” He reached forward and gave a small kiss to his forehead. “Take care of yourself. I have a feeling you're gonna go far, kid.”

Gene walked away, leaving them to finish their holiday while he finished his. The rest of the trip belonged to Natalie, the rest of his life would soon belong to someone else.
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