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Title: Memories
Rating: White Cortina
Word Count: 860 approx
Summary: A lost bag brings back childhood memories for Sam
Written for the Toys challenge on 1973Flashfic  With thanks to my beta jinxed100 


“I don’t suppose you’ve had a dark brown bag handed in have you?” a young mother asked Phyllis.  She had three children with her, two girls and a little boy who looked up with a tear stained face.  “It must have got left at the bus stop when we got on the bus.”

Phyllis looked at her sympathetically, “Yes, I think we’ve got it.  DI Tyler took it to see if he could find an address.  I’ll get someone to go and fetch it for you.”

Gene happened to be passing, so said, “It’s okay, Phyllis, I’m on my way up – I’ll get someone to bring the bag down to you.”


Earlier that afternoon ...

Gene had gone out to follow up various leads provided by a snout, taking Ray and Chris with him.  Sam had argued that he should be going too, but had Gene refused, “I’m not having you sitting in my car coughing and spluttering all afternoon, I dunno why you even came back today, you still look like death warmed up.”

Sam wasn’t the only one who had been suffering from the flu; Annie had phoned in sick and Phyllis was struggling to find sufficient officers to ensure that all the essential services within the station were maintained.  So, when a bag had been brought in to the front desk, Phyllis was only too grateful when he offered to take it and see if he could see if there were any details of the owner. 

Sam carried the bag into Gene’s office where he could inspect the contents in peace.  Despite still feeling rough he had come into work because he didn’t want to be alone in his dingy flat any longer, but now aching all over he regretted his decision.  He wasn’t going to give DCI Hunt the satisfaction of saying he was right, by going home, but by retreating into the Guv’s office he could avoid having to respond to anything going on around him.

The first thing Sam took out of the bag was a pair of roller skates.  He smiled ruefully, remembering how excited he had been when he first had some.  His mother had told him to change out of his school uniform before trying them out, but he’d been in too much of a hurry.  When the inevitable happened and he fell over, tearing the knee in his new school trousers his mother had been so cross with him that she’d taken the skates away and he’d had to wait a whole week before being allowed to use them again.

Putting the skates to one side he took a box out of the bag.  Opening the lid he found a selection of toy farm animals.  He set them out neatly on Gene’s desk, putting the cows, two different kinds, into their respective herds and the sheep into a neat flock.  He thought of all the times he had spent playing with his own farm, how they’d made barns out of tea packets and how his mum had helped him paint pieces of paper different colours for the fields. 

He packed them back into the box and took the last item out of the bag.  It was a teddy bear, slightly discoloured but clearly much loved.  Sam thought about his own bear; a present from Auntie Heather for his first birthday.  He remembered how, whenever they moved house and he had to sleep yet again in a strange bedroom, his mum would tell him just to cuddle teddy and everything would be alright.  And he would fall asleep with his teddy clutched closely to his chest and somehow or other things were alright.  Matching his actions to his thoughts, Sam hugged the bear close and promptly fell asleep on Gene’s settee.

Gene entered CID and noting that Tyler wasn’t at his own desk, strode across to his office.  He was about to open the door when he spotted through the window his DI sleeping peacefully.  His first reaction was to fling open the door, but knowing how unwell he had looked earlier refrained and entered quietly.  The bag he had come to collect was open on his desk and he went to take it without waking the sleeper, but then noticed the bear clutched in Sam’s arms.

 Gently he shook Sam’s shoulder, “Sam, we need to return the bear to its owner.”

Sam woke up and looked blearily at Gene.  “Oh ...” he mumbled, totally embarrassed.

Gene grinned at him, “Don’t worry ‘bout it.  We’ll take the bear back and then I’m taking you home.  Get your coat.”

Gene picked the bag up and the two of them went down to the front desk.  The young mother sighed with relief when she saw her bag.  Sam gave the bear to the little boy, who hugged it tightly.

“It’s okay, lad,” Gene said.  “My DI took extra care of that bear for you.”

Phyllis smiled as the happy family left the station.  Gene looked at her and said, “And now it’s time for me to take care of my DI.  Come on, Tyler, let’s get you ‘ome.”



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 3rd, 2010 11:00 am (UTC)
Love the mental picture of Sam clutching a teddy bear and sound asleep on Gene's couch, not to mention Gene wanting to take care of sick Sam. Lovely and not too fluffy. :)
Nov. 9th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)
Thank you, I'm glad you liked it. Everyone needs something to cuddle.
Nov. 5th, 2010 06:32 pm (UTC)
Yes! Gene the caretaker! I love stories that show the softer side of Gene, and you seem to have a talent for that!
Nov. 9th, 2010 08:24 pm (UTC)
It's very kind of you to say so.
Nov. 14th, 2010 03:23 am (UTC)
Ever so sweet.Sam remembering beloved toys and Gene understanding.
“It’s okay, lad,” Gene said. “My DI took extra care of that bear for you.” Awww. :)
Nov. 15th, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
Gene does have a soft spot - it's just difficult to find!
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