A/N: My first Ashes to Ashes fanfic. This is set 5 years after S3 E8, please acknowledge to avoid confusion. Hope you enjoy. I love reviews BTW. xx
Gene Hunt fell to his knees, his face a picture of shock and pain as the bullet entered his body, and scarlet blood seeped out of his body and covered his white shirt.
"GUV!" Came a voice, that may have belonged to his new DI, Harry Stevens.
He wasn't paying much attention, being more distracted by the fact that as he hit the floor, his vision was beginning to slip away, gradually replacing his world with white.
"Guv. Stay with us!" The DI's voice entered his ears again "We can't finish this without you!"
As his breathing shallowed, Gene struggled with what he should say with his few remaining breaths. He knew what made sense, but 'Stevens, stop being such a bloody Nancy' were not exactly the last words he wanted to say before leaving his world.
His vision became more clouded, and he could feel his own warm blood on his hands, his breath slowly leaving his body and the faint thumping of something in his chest. It all felt very familiar, for some reason.
Then, suddenly, it came flashing back to him. The bullet... Keats... Manchester... Fenchurch East ... Annie... Phyllis... Shaz the lobotomised Essex girl... Chris the nitwit... Ray the misogynist with a perm... Tyler the skinny nancy who he had learnt everything from... and then a beautiful brown haired woman, who even when his life was slowly slipping away made his heart skip a beat. Bolly. Alex. Nutty posh tart who drove him mad. The only person the Manc lion had been forced to admit that he properly loved.
Were they closer or further away from him now?
He knew what his last words were going to be. He groaned as he opened his eyes and looked at the world he had created. He opened his mouth, and his DI's eyebrows raised in anticipation, as he waited for his guv to say something.
"...Love...you...Bolls..." Gene whispered.
Then, his eyes fluttered closed and the world turned white.