Heart of Gold - Ashes to Ashes/Life on Mars fanfic crossover
Chapter 1
I've had an idea for a DCI Litton fanfic that will lead up to his meeting with Gene in Series 3, i've wanted to do my own version of what that might be like, these first set of chapters are set in September 1981 from when he decides to leave GMP and is accompanied by a colleague DS Gordon, who is a lot similar to DS Ray Carling but bigger. This is chapter is shorter than usual but i promise that it'll pick up as it goes along,
Spending a evening after finishing work ealry, drinking in The Railway Arms without Gene Hunt was strange but true for DCI Derek Litton, as his rival DCI finished his police work for GMP a couple of months ago before transfering to The London Metropolitan Police down in Central London. He had been incredibly sad to seeing him go but wouldn't dare admit it to any other detective, but he now relished, gained confidence in the fact that he was more relied upon as one of Manchester's finest great Detective Chief Inspector, having solved some vital crime cases at the beginning pf 1980. Nowadays, In August 1980 however Criminals had gone and disappeared, leaving the streets of Manchester absolutely empty, they may gone to try their criminal masterminds down south.
As he got up to leave, he said his goodnights to his fellow colleagues and headed outside, lighting up a cigarette as he allowed himself to feel a cold wind brushing against his hair and face, he felt that he needed a new challenge, a positive new meaning, maybe he should have been next to follow in DCI Hunt's steps and transfer to another police station in London. Life wasn't going to get any better if he stayed in the North West for years to come, corruption was becoming a common thing and on the uprise amongst shifty police officers and Derek never liked what he was seeing, it disgusted him to pit of his stomach to see colleagues taking bribes, afterall he himself was a clean copper and never once accepted a bribe at any cost.
He stood leaning outside by the double door entrance of the pub wearing his dark brown leather jacket, sunglasses in one hand, puffing heavily on his cigarette using his other hand, exhaling its ash as it floated through the thin air, putting his sunglasses away and burying a hand deep in his trouser pockets. For some few weeks himself and Superintendent Davies hadn't been seeing eye to eye, occasionally clashing over present investigation cases, his temper sometimes threatening to get the better of him sometimes in front of everyone else. Blimey he knew he must be half way in turning into Gene Hunt by now that familiarity beckoned within. Tomorrow for definite he decided upon handing in his transfer request and never wanted anyone to persuade to backtrack on it, he wasn't a person for agreeing with others on certain matters.
Nelson came out to join him holding a brush in one hand, "Ah Derek i thought you'd went home.. whats the matter?" he examined the DCI's eyes as they were full of sadness and loss of concentration, he looked troubled and upset about something.
"Nelson my landlord pal have you ever thought that when you stay in one place for too long... you yearn to work elsewhere....start afresh in a new environment venture into unfamiliar terrority"
"Don't tell me you miss arguing with Gene...Hope you haven't forgotten that You two knocking seven balls out of each other got me in trouble many times in the past... good job Sam had guts on dragging him away before it got further out of hand.. nearly had my licence taken away" He replied, shaking his head, letting out a tiny hint of frustration, shivering coldly as he stood still, hands shaking from coldness. The sound of laughter and music played within the background, someone had put the jukebox on way too loud.
"I know and I apologised for that accident with the glass being flung about... These days the streets are nothing around here anymore... no crimes reported in the last two months... sometimes i find myself at work...coming over all bored... nothing to do just making phone calls all day, dreaming of something else.. dreaming of beating up some big lying sod face" He sighed, stubbing out his half smoked cigarette with his boot.
"So what you're basically saying is you want to leave Manchester and that you are looking to become a great DCI elsewhere.... My advice would be to do just that... life does throw us all challenges once in a while but when you have that opportunity you have grab hold of it and not let it go out of your grasp" Nelson's words struck an instant chord with Derek, he appreciated the barman's advice, Derek had previously chosen to drink in The Railway Arms because his local pub Red Kings Pub by where he lived had closed down after too much fighting had started inside.
"Yeah that's what i was thinking of....Who knows maybe i might bump into Hunt, Skelton and Carling when i arrive there...Of course i'll miss everything thats wonderful about Manchester..." Derek beagn to grow confident this was the right choice of decision.
"If you do tell them I miss them very much...pub's been very ghost like sonce they left" The Railway Arms had struggled to pull in punters, every night he organised a themed night bar Thursday night, Monday- Pub Night, Tuesday- Sports night, Wednesday - Impressionists night, Friday and Saturday- Karaoke Night but still he had less punters in, sooner or later he would have close it down forever which left him saddened at the prospect.
"I might as well be getting back inside...I guess I'll see you tomorrow night then Derek" Nelson nodded and walked back inside, closing its door.
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The next morning as he pulled in his swanky new car, he left his sunglasses in their glove department, adjusting his blue shirt collar, combing his hair back, through the past decade he'd gone through some bad and great hairstyles, he refused to shave his moustache off as he'd briefly acknowledged that a lot of women seemed to like his tache as well. Watching other detectives as they passed by with either folders underneath their arms and talking loudly on their radios.
A tap came at his car window, winding the window down he spoke with DS Gordon, a tough experienced man with 10 years of being within the police force, he wore an army style tank jacket and rested an arm as he leaned into chat.
"Oi Derek what happened to you last night...i mean you vanished without saying a word...We were all worried sick about you.." his eyes acted seriously and full of hardness, he was a reminder of DS Ray Carling, the two had previously clashed after Sam Tyler's death after getting himself high in trouble over some uncalled for remarks. getting a punch in reply. Derek realised he still had a long way to learn that opening your moiuth and insulting officers wasn't aa great idea.
"Wanted an early night" Hee spoke softly, not lifting his eyes to make contact one on one.
"You always say that...c'mon what's been troubling you" He continued to press, acting professional for a change.
"No My mind's made up.. I'v decided on putting a transfer into the Superintendent....can't be putting up with these conflicted arguments between the both of us...In fact should have done this a while ago" He felt happy deep down, relieved even, his ex girlfriend Helen didn't want anything else to do with him, there would be plenty of women down in London that would surely enjoy his legendary chat up lines. He pouted his lip as he climbed out of the driver's seat area of his car, unfolding his piece of paper with the title of Transfer Request written in capital letters.
"What are we gonna do without yer around this station.. you the best bloody DCI in all of Manchester...giving bastard criminals a right good punch in their gobs" DS Robbie Gordon, stopped and ran a hand through his hair with his other hand placed on his hip, he was a lot taller than Derek, 6ft 4ins tall in fact with dark jet black hair, he never allowed his height to get in the way of doing his job properly and had always looked up to Derek as a mentor someone he could learn a lot from over these past few years but now he reeled in shock what the hell was he going to do without the main guy not being around.
"Come with me if you're want...Two officers can transfer at the same time as each other...nothing against that" Derek offered that as a solution, he knew the lad needed further guidance and no other detective would volunteer to be his mentor.
"Oh I dunno... It would mean having to find a perfect area to live in and then buying a house.. " He shifted his shoulders awkwardly, tension built with his knees and head. "What area of London are you thinking of transfering to" his eyes looked down at Derek, who itched his moustache quickly while thinking.
"Well East London apparently is a lot like Manchester from whaat i've overheard some others say... Dunno where Hunt transfered to and come to think about it I don't really wanna be bumping into him.....because we'd only get into a right scrap or exchange insults directly at each other... Well I dunno about you but i'm off to see Davies, hoping he accepts it" he turned pivoting to open the main reception door followed by Robbie.
"Wait up mate.... Yeah i'll transfer 'an' all, always wondered what London is like... Plus it'll give me an opportunity to go sightseeing around the capital" Derek smiled happily, at least the young lad had seen sense and made a proper good choice, he shivered coldly as a draft breezed through inbetween doors as they headed towards Davies office. Feeling a pang of nerves and anticipation it stopped him from walking any further "You all alright?" Robbie asked, as he stood about a metre behind his DCI, placing a hand on Derek's shoulder as he stared at some framed pictures of past colleagues who had gone on to transfer to police stations in West Yorkshire, West Midlands and Central London.
"Its a big step...never moved away from the North West... always went for holidays even when i was 10 years old.... My mum and dad took me to North Wales for a weekend i enjoyed myself then but now i'll have to conquer my fear of travelling on the road" He inhaled a puff of fresh air upon his lungs. letting out a dry cough, one of these days wishing that he'll eventually give up the cigarettes for good.
"So you ready or not" asking as he truned to face DCI Litton.
"Oh I'm ready alright give 'im' a right good explanation on my reasons for wanting to leave.." They both stood composed and relaxed "Don't forget i'll have your back if he turns nasty on you" showwing some reassurance and postivity.
"Thanks Derek I really appreciate it" He winked, as he hurried up to Superintendent Davies door before knocking, "Yes come in" a deep strong broad voice replied. Both detectives opened the door and stepped inside, the office was bigger, larger in size, two table situated in the middle of this light room and another one placed in the corner, piles of folders upon each table.
"So what did you want to see me about?" Placing a folder aside as he clasped his hands together in view, eyes following Derek's every movements around the large room. Silence overtook within, as he felt his throat dry up, his fingers twitchy, sweat upon his neck and threat of losing concentration. "Well I'm waiting haven't got all day...I do have other things to do for the rest of today" he began losing patience, eys full of anger at how his DCI was taking to open his mouth.
"See what it is....I want to put in for a transfer...I've been struggling with what to do for these last couple of months...I need afresh new beginning elsewhere... show my years of policing experience to other detectives" he reasoned with his usual bad tempered Super, as the man listened to his every word.
"No matter what i'll say in reply... I can't change your mind can I... I know you are a well loved and respected detective around all four corners of this great station... and we'll be sad to see you leave... Gordon have you decided upon putting in a transfer too" He saw the worry in the young Detective Sergeant's eyes.
"Erm yes... Yes i have Sir.... My reasons are the same as Derek's..." His eyes reacted with shyness and weariness.
"I understand... I'll be accept these transfers and post them to your chosen area in London of where you want to work" He didn't look pleased but could see they meant what they said, it saddened him deep inside that they wouldn't be hanging around for the Christmas Party in 3 months time
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