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Me first proper fic
Well folks, I've actually gone an written a fic! Let us know what yer think about it. It in't mucky, I've been very well behaved! There's a bit of tying up with ropes, but it ain't as bad as it sounds! Any road, let us know what yer think.

Title: Me first proper fic
Setting: Summer 1973, sometime after Sam went loopy and turned a gun on the Guv.
Rating: 15+ There are a few dirty words me Mum woun't want me using! But no mucky business.
Summary: Me and Sam get in a bit of a pickle - can't say owt else, or it will ruin it!
Disclaimer: I dun't quite understand it, but I 'ave to say that it in't mine, that me, Sam and everyone belong to the BBC and Kudos. Alright?

It were getting late on, one summer evening, and I’d just finished me shift. Sam had gone home a couple of hours before, and as I were leaving, I noticed he’d left his jacket behind on his desk. He weren’t due back in to office again for a couple of days, and even though it were pretty warm outside, I kind of thought he might want it – just in case it got cold like – later on. I got it in my head to pop round to his, on me way home, and drop it off. To tell yer the truth though, it would give us a chance to see him again, as I weren’t gonna see him till Wednesday. I picked up his jacket, left the office with it, and made me way to me car. Outside it were still light, it woun’t get dark for another hour or so.

Any road, I plonked his jacket down on the passenger seat, and I were about to start the engine up, but took me hand off the key. I looked around, but there were no one about. I pulled his jacket towards me, and let me hands feel its soft leather, before drawing it closer, so I could smell it. It had that lovely leathery smell of course, but I could also smell a bit of Sam on it. He dun’t wear aftershave like Ray does, but I could smell his sweat on it, and a slight hint of soap – Imperial Leather, I think. It were a right good feeling, and I could have stayed there for a while like that, but I saw someone in my mirror walking up the pavement behind, so I dropped the jacket back to the other seat, and started up the car, proper like. Well I din’t want whoever it were to think I were weird or owt, now did I?

I pulled me car up outside Sam’s flat, grabbed the jacket and made me way up the stairs. I thought a bit about what I would say before I knocked on the door – I wanted to get me words right see. I din’t want him to think I’d come here really, just to see him. I paused for bit, and I were sure I could hear voices coming from inside the flat. He must have the telly on, I thought. So, I knocked on the door and everything went quiet. Sam opened the door, but only a little bit - I could just about see his face. The rest of him were hidden behind the door.

“Chris? W…what are you doing here?”
“Got yer jacket, Boss. Yer left it at work, thought you might need it.”
I handed it over to him, but he seemed a bit, well edgy. He still din’t open the door all the way, but extended one of his hands out to get it.
“That’s very kind of you Chris, thanks.”
He tried to smile – but he weren’t really smiling. Summit was wrong.
“You alright Boss?”
“Yes fine Chris. See you on Wednesday.”
Now I were thinking he’d had one of his funny turns again, like he had that time he pull a gun on the Guv.
“Tell yer what Boss. I’ll go get Annie shall I? The three of us can all ‘ave a nice sit down and a cup of tea – yeah? Or, I get yer some scotch of summit.”
“No, its okay Chris, I’m fine. Just go home, alright.”
As he said it, he looked behind him slightly, as if he were nervous about summit. But then summit else occurred to us.
“You got somebody there with yer, Boss?”
I tired to peek round the door to see if he had, but the door were flung open, sudden like. There, in the doorway stood an angry looking Vic Tyler, holding a gun at me. Fucking bastard!
“I see Dopey’s turned up Sam. Lets hope this is the best rescue attempt Manchester’s finest can muster. You, copper!” He said motioning towards us in with his gun. “Get in here. I guess I’ll have to shoot both of you now!”

I were right confused.
“What’s going on?” I asked Sam, as I moved me hands up in the air where Vic Tyler could see ‘em.
“He followed me home from the police station.” Said Sam.
“He even let me when I turned up at the door. Seemed almost happy to see me!” Added Vic.
"Look - Vic, can't we talk about this?" Asked Sam.
"I don't think so Sam. I'm going to shoot you. Remember the last time we met, and you tired to talk me out of it? I would have done it then, and you know it."
“Yer gonna…gonna shoot us, then?” I were tripping over me words.
“Yeah – but not just yet eh. Figure I’ll wait till it gets dark. You..” he said as he waved his gun at me, “Over there in my bag, there’s a few pieces of rope, go get them.”
I did as he said – I mean, I weren’t gonna argue now, were I?

“Now bring them over here, and bring a chair as well.”
I pulled out one of the chairs from under the table, and he made Sam sit down on it.
“You, Dopey, tie his legs to the chair legs, or I’ll shoot you now.”
I took up a length of rope and started to strap poor Sam the chair. I will admit to yer, I had dreams about what I were now doing, but I never pictured it quite like this – Vic Tyler, with a gun weren’t there for a start.
“Tie it nice and tight. There’s a good lad.”
“’ow come yer ‘ave all these pieces of rope?” I asked.
“I’m always prepared for any eventuality, when I carry out a hit. Now shut up, and finish what you’re doing.”
“A hit?” Asked Sam.
“Yes, Inspector, a hit. Someone wants you dead, and I needed the money. What, you didn’t think this was some sort of social visit did you? Catch up on old times, eh?”
I’d finished tying Sam’s legs to the chair by then, and Vic made us go and get the other chair, put it back to back against Sam’s chair, and tie me self to it and all. Then he took a big length of rope, and tied Sam and me together, really tight like. It were just like in one of them films, where the two heroes get tied together by the baddie, but it weren’t a film, it were really happening, and I were really scared.

“You alright Chris?” Sam asked us.
The back of our heads were touching, and he moved his head slightly to talk to me. Through the chair backs, I could feel his body pressed against mine, me arms and his arms next to each other, our neck and shoulders directly touching. I’d never been closer to him, physically like, in all the time I knew him. It made us all confused inside. I were gonna die, but I were with Sam, like this.
“I d’know Boss.” I said. There were a slight shakiness to me voice, when I spoke.
“Ah, how touching.” Said Vic, in a right nasty way. He moved over to the window and parted the curtains. “It’s getting dark lads. I’m going to have to leave you on your own for a few minutes. Going to scout round the front of the building. Oh, and don’t try to escape. I don’t want to have to resort to prolonging the pain of your deaths - if you get my drift.”

He turned to face us.
“You know Sam, it didn’t have to be like this. I had it all worked out. Back in March I was all ready to assonate Warren, and take over. But you, you got in the way and had to play the boy-scout, and arrest him. Left me in awful pickle didn’t it? I couldn’t just take over then. I had to become the Morton brothers, and attempt to take over in another way. Now here I am, no money, and I’m out of the game. If you had only let Warren be, I wouldn’t be on the run now, and my family would have a better life."
“No,” spat back, Sam. “If I had let things be, you still would have left us…umm them.”
“Yeah, how the fuck do you know? And what the hell does my family have to do with you anyway? I’m going to enjoy killing you!”

As he said it though, summit in me, like a flash, hit us about Vic. It were just the way he looked at us, just summit about him. I began to wonder, but I didn’t say owt then. It would wait, till he were out the room. He slipped out the door, leaving Sam and me tied up and on our own. Sam wriggled around to see how tightly he were attached to me, and the chair.
“Did you have to go, and tie them knots so tight Chris?” He asked us.
“’e were gonna shoot yer, if I din’t.”
“And you as well, don’t forget. You did too good a job there.”
“Sorry Boss. Umm, Boss can I ask yer summit?”
“Go on.”
“Are yer some sort of relation of Vic’s?”
Sam went sort of still.
“What makes you ask that, Chris?”
“Well yer ‘ave the same surname.”
“I’m sure there are loads of folks called Skelton, who you’re not related to Chris.”
“But Boss. It more that that. It were just, when he looked at us. He had a right look of you, when yer a bit narked off like.”
“You think so?”

Oh, I knew so. I’d got to the point now, when I knew if he had his pissed off face on. Him and Vic, they had the same look see.
“Yeah, I do Boss. Perhaps the two of yer dun’t know it, but I reckon, yeah.”
Sam were quiet for a bit, and then took a deep breath.
“Well Chris, as we're going to die, I think I should tell you…”
But I interrupted him.
“Are we really gonna die Boss? You an’t got some escape plan then?”
“No, Chris I don’t.”
“I would of thought yer would ‘ave, Boss.”
"'ow 'bout we shout loudly - maybe someone will hear us."
"Trust me Chris, we can make as much noise as we like - me neighbours never seem to hear anything. Besides, Vic might hear us instead."
Sam went quiet again. This were it then. We were gonna die. All them months, all them feeling I had for him, we were gonna die without me ever telling him. It were now or never.
“Boss, umm…Sam. I’ve summit I’ve gotta tell yer.”
“Go on, Chris.”
How did I start? I should tell him how I loved him, how I wanted that barrier that exists between us to break, and to let all me feeling for him flood out. How I dreamed about him, how I wanted to kiss him, how I wanted to hold him close to me, how I wanted…

…but the door opened and Vic Tyler came back in. How I hated him in that moment. I felt liked I’d been kicked in the guts, or summit. Now Sam would never know how I felt about him! Curse that bastard wanker, Vic Tyler!
“It dark now, gentlemen. Time I used this, I think.” He said pointing his gun at us.
He cocked the gun, and placed the barrel on me forehead.
“Dopey, first I think. You can watch Sam. Then you.”
I were just about shitting me self.
“No, - Da..don’t!” Shouted Sam. “Please, I’m begging you - let him go, this has nothing to do with him.”
“Oh, my sweet Godfathers. You sound like you care a bit too much, about your little constable! I bet your father is very proud. But sadly Sam, Dopey’s involved now, and he’s going first.”
I could see him, his finger on the trigger, he were about to pull it. I closed me eyes and then – BANG! No pain, but I felt Sam’s shock, as his body jumped and he grab hold of me right hand, and I could feel the sweat on his palms. I opened me eyes. The gun an’t gone off, and then it hit us, the bang I heard an’t been the gun, but the door busting open. And there, in the doorway stood Ray.

“Games up, Scum, back-ups on the way.”
Vic pointed his gun at Ray, but as he did Sam and me tilted over our chairs, and came crashing down on him, knocking him over. As Vic fell over, the gun went off, and then dropped out of his hand. Ray fell down too, and from the position I were in on the floor, I could see that he’d been hit in leg. Vic stood up and legged it, jumping over a wounded Ray, who were trying to steady himself, but he weren’t quick enough to catch him.

Ray pulled himself up and hobbled over to us.
“What are you doing ‘ere?” I asked him.
“Good job I were passing eh? Saw you car, and then I saw that little piece of shite, noising around outside. Figured something was wrong.”
He untied the rope around our middle, but din’t say much to Sam. He helped me untie the ropes round me legs, but left Sam to untie his own. Me legs felt stiff, and so must have Sam’s, cos he were a bit wobbly when he stood up.
“Is back up on the way then, Ray?”
“Yes Boss, radioed them about five minutes ago.”
“Right, I’m off to see if I can work out where Vic’s gone. If I’m quick, I might be able to catch up with him.”
Sam ran off leaving Ray and me on our own.
“Your leg alright, mate?”
“Yeah – reckon it’s just a scratch.”
“By the way Chris, he didn’t touch you, did he?”
“Who?”
“Tyler.”
“Nah – ‘e din’t ‘it us, ‘e just pointed ‘is gun at me.”
“What? Oh, oh, yeah, Vic Tyler.. umm yeah, right.”
“How’d you managing to be passing anyway? This in’t on your route ‘ome.”
“Oh, you know. Umm…sometimes I like to take the long way home. Go for a bit of a drive like.”
“Oh.”
Ray hopped over to where Sam kept his bottle of scotch.
“Drink Chris? Reckon we deserve it. Don’t think Tyler will mind, do you? Must say, he’s got good taste in scotch. He drinks the same stuff as the Guv.”

THE END