Title: Everything Old is New Again
Rating: Pale green cortina for minor swearing
Word Count: 296 words
Notes: Inspired by Loz's OTP! *G*
“Now this is new,” said Gene. “Are you listening, Tyler? I’m trying to further your education here, I am.”
“What?” Sam mumbled around a mouthful of food. The tip of his tongue flickered out as he tried to lick away a spot of sauce from the corner of his mouth. “What’s so interesting?”
“This”, said Gene, jabbing his finger at an article in the paper. “Thought this would be right up your alley, this would, you and your gay-boy science. Bloke in America has invented a kind of phone, you can stick it in your pocket and carry around with you. —Oi! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Ignoring him, Sam reached across the car, snatched the paper out of Gene’s hands and scanned the page with furious concentration.
“Well look at you,” Gene grumbled. “Anyone would think you’d won the Pools or something.”
A slow grin transformed Sam’s face. “Well,” he said, “You must admit it will be—would be useful in our work.”
“What, hitting the scum over their heads with it? Nah, thing like that, glorified walkie-talkie, it would weigh a ton. Be like carrying a brick around in your jacket, when you could fit in another hip-flask.
“Besides the Missus ‘ud use it to check up on me all hours of the day or night. I’d never get away from her.”
“They’ll get smaller,” Sam said quietly, his eyes shining.
Gene sighed. “Of all the DIs in the world, I had to get stuck with a nutter.” He wadded up the wrapping from his buttie and tossed in the back seat of the car. “Well enough of this palaver,” he said. “We’ve got real work to do.”
And putting the Cortina into gear, roared off down the streets of Manchester.