A/N : I know there are a lot of stories starting out the same at the moment but with a massive juicy story line like this ... what do you expect . This is my first A2A fiction so try and be kind. I'll try and update when i can.

Chapter 1

"Stop fussing molly I'm fine, I've been on my back for what feels like years, let me walk to my own front door." The young girl stepped to one side smiling and let her mum walk un-aided.

Alex Drake had been in a coma. Not just any coma mind you. A full on 80's fantasy with real characters and real emotions. Oh the emotions.....

But now it was all over. She was back, back with her Molly. The one place she wanted to be through her entire ordeal. Right?

Ofcourse it was her 1982 imaginary friends were not real. They no longer existed, she was home. She was no Sam Tyler, no jumping off buildings for her. Back home with Molly and Evan. Evan ... now this was going to be interesting.

She had to of imagined all that stuff with her parents, Evan and her mum and her dad blowing them up.... had to. She felt her eyes start to burn and the tears well up. 'I am not getting upset, it was a dream'. She wiped the stray tear from her cheek. Turned to her daughter and hugged her as she shut her front door.

Home.

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'BOLLY! BOLS! Come on love wake up will ya! I'm in the right shit 'ere! I'm on the lamb! Even Ray thinks I shot ya. Well I did but, you know what I mean... come on. If you wake up now I'll let you stamp my derriere?' she felt him squeeze her hand'...please Alex....for me'

"GENE!" Alex woke with a start. Sweating, shaking and now fully awake she decided rather go back to sleep and dream about her imaginary friend "Gene Hunt" and how her hand still tingled and the mear thought of him holding her hand it was time for a drink. Tomorrow was an important day, back to work.

It had been 3 weeks since she had discharged herself from the Hospital. She didn't want to stay there any longer than needed, after waking up to her guvs... no wait physiological constructed guvs voice shouting at her to wake up, to come back to him she never wanted to wake up in that hospital again.

Every night she dreamed of him at her side. Fleeting moments only lasting 2, 3 mins at a time but it was enough to wake her and make her not want to sleep again. They had parted on bad terms, that was an understatement. One of the last things he ever said to her was he was going to kill her, and in a way he did. Alex knew Gene didn't mean to shoot her. Accident, any fool could see that but she wished she could just see him one last time. Tell people he didn't mean it, say good bye properly..... WAIT What was she thinking IT WASN'T REAL! No one to say good bye to.

Alex sighed and headed downstairs. She flicked on the kettle and sat down at the kitchen table. Waiting for the familiar clicking sound she looked round her kitchen. It was all so foreign to her now. The ice machine on her freezer door, the TV hanging from her cupboards. A George Forman grill ... she laughed to herself in disbelief, all she wanted to see was something familiar. And then there it was in the fruit bowl. A Rubix cube.

She stared at it for a few seconds, picked it up and smiled. The memories of little Donny's impromptu birthday party at Luigis. Gene had banged on that door and woke him up at 4 in the morning so that little boy could have cake, and chocolate lots of chocolate... CLICK.

The kettle brought her back round to reality, as she started to pour out a cuppa Evan entered the kitchen. He had been so helpful these past few weeks, there all the time Alex felt it better if he just slept there. In a way the only person she had that reminded her of her coma induced life.

"Are you ok? I heard you down here thought I'd come see if you were alright, nervous about tomorrow?"

"I'm fine just ... bad dreams." She smiled a bitter smile, still holding the cube.

"Evan, can you remember giving me this?"

"Ofcourse I can" he smiled "your 12th birthday just before ..." He stopped and seemed to drift off somewhere. Then a look appeared on his face. A look of realisation. A look of shock. A look of unbelieveing.

"Alex .... You ... you where there!"

"I was where?" sipping her tea she didn't realise at first what he meant, then she froze.....

"Evan ... Evan I was where?"

"When your parents .... Before you and DCI..... but how, how can you have been there like you look now it was 20 years ago.....? How ....."

She dropped the mug in an instant. It smashed all over her floor the hot tea lapping at her feet, but she didn't feel the burn. Her mind had gone numb. All sounds blocked. How could he have seen me then? How unless.....

It was real, it was all real. Shaz, Chriss, Ray.... Gene. Gene. Shit!

Evan looked at her, bemused by what he had just remembered. She was there he knows she was.

"Alex? Alex come on how .... you knew, your dad you knew about " she didn't respond.

"B...Bolly?" Her head snapped up. Her insides churned. No one knew that name except him.

"That's what he called you. Hunt the DCI that was there the day your parents were killed... He used to call you Bolly?"

"Yes" It was no more than a whisper. Alex was still trying to get her head around this. If it was real if she really was in 1982 then Gene was real. He was really in trouble.....

"Evan, Gene, DCI Hunt. What happened to him after 1982?"

She prayed he didn't know, that he wouldn't be able to tell her anything. That they realised he hadn't shot her on purpose.

"Hunt? I... Do you really want to know?"

"I need to Evan it's important." Jumping off buildings time important she thought.

"Alex I'm sorry. He killed himself, He shot one of his own and she never woke up from a coma. He was found in a flat above a Italian restaurant opposite the station, shot himself holding a white leather coat."

Luigis. Her flat. Her jacket. Gene.

It was in that instant Alex Drake passed out. The Rubix cube fell from her hand rolled over to Evans feet as she felt the numbness of unconsciousness take her again.

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