Ashes to Ashes is not mine, I wish it was.
This is my first A2A fic, please be nice!
A BIG thank you to Smallhobbit for Beta reading for me!!
One
She watched him, her eyes on his broad shoulders as he shrugged into his coat and swiftly left.
Their arguments had become more frequent since she had awoken from her coma. Even though Gene was sitting by her bed, drink in hand the night she had woken up, she was angry. She was pleased to see him but so angry that she had woken up here. A coma in the 1980s was dark; she remembered nothing, no Molly, nothing.
But since then Molly had not been there in the corner of her eye any more, no clues from 2008 were there and Alex was afraid it was gone, it was too late, and she was dead!
Alex had never felt this alone and isolated and to make matters worse Gene seemed to be giving her the cold shoulder. She had explained to the rest of CID and the inspectors on Gene's case that it was an accident and that she was in the line of fire. But she could feel it every time she saw his face. He blamed himself and what was worse instead of talking to her he kept his distance, making Alex feel even more lonely.
Alex suddenly realized that Gene had left. She wasn't angry with him - how had this argument got so out of control and why on earth had Gene Hunt backed down - so out of character for DCI Gene Hunt.
She ran through the restaurant and out of the door, arriving on the street as she heard the screech of Audi tyres on the road and saw the Quattro turn the corner. "Gene..." she breathed as he vanished from sight. A single tear fell down Alex's cheek.
Alex began to wander down the street aimlessly, no coat and no bag. It was cold and the wind chilled her skin; she felt numb and the cold was only proving to her that she was numb. It began to rain, mascara and streaking down her cheeks as she cried. Why did it hurt so bad, why was she so alone? Alex didn't know how long she had been wandering the streets but the bluish tinge to her fingernails suggested it had been some time.
Wrapping her arms around herself and coming slightly to her senses she decided to head back.
As she reached the stairs to her flat she realized she had left all her belongings in the bar and the lights were off. She peered in and there on the bar was a note and her bag. She recognised the writing straight away and thumbed the paper lovingly.
"I popped up to say sorry, you were out. Found your keys and bag in the pub. Worried about you... Gene"
Alex felt herself melt inside; well, she would have if she had not been so bloody frozen she thought. A nice warm bath was just what she needed. She headed for the stairs. It was dark in the stairwell and it took her eyes a moment to adjust. As she was more able to see she made for the first step, which was when she smelt it.
"Gene..." She breathed. She could smell him: tobacco, drink and well... Gene.
To her surprise there was an answer to a question she didn't realize she had asked out loud. "Bols" it was croaky and almost a strangled cry. For some reason she began to panic; he was here at her door, but why and at this time? She took the stairs two at a time. As she reached the top her knees buckled and down she went. Gene was slumped at her door with a pool of blood around him. Something came over Alex and she went into work overdrive. She searched for where the blood was coming from, took off her coat and placed it over the wound. It looked to be a stab wound but she couldn't be sure. She then took Gene's coat from him and placed it over him. Then she quickly fumbled with her keys, it was difficult as her hands were covered in blood... his blood. She dismissed the thought from her mind as fast as it entered and grabbed the phone. "Ambulance please, I have an officer down. DCI Gene Hunt... It's Drake Alex Drake.... Luigi's bar and restaurant... yes, that's right... yes, please hurry" she instructed the operator.
It felt like hours had passed when the ambulance finally arrived. Gene had not stirred once in all the time. She kept expecting his eyes to flutter open and look in to hers, but nothing.
As they loaded him in to the ambulance Alex clung to his hand, stroked his forehead, his usual powerful, gruff exterior taken away from him.
When they arrived at the hospital, the lady doctor told Alex that she should wait outside and that they would take it from there.
Alex slumped into a plastic chair in the hall, suddenly her emotions came to a head and she sobbed out loud. She was cold and tired and worry was sitting like a lead ball in her stomach. The lady at the desk looked over at Alex, who was covered in blood, her hair a mess from the rain, make up smeared all over. The lady disappeared and then moments later re-appeared with a steaming hot drink. Alex just sat there, slumped in the hard plastic chairs in the waiting area of A and E, even with all the noise around her she drifted off into an uncomfortable sleep.