Ashes to Ashes story (Fan Fic)
No such luck.
No… not Mum… don't let her die… not this time…
Alex Drake, DI, police psychologist and at the moment completely lost in her own mind, woke abruptly, gasping for breath as if she'd run a marathon in her sleep. For a moment, it was as though she had gone back home. Her heart leapt- but then, with a glance around at her surroundings, she knew. No such luck.
She slumped in her bed as the memories of yesterday flooded back.
She woke. She looked around. She saw…
1981.
But the biggest surprise had come just a few minutes later, a short way from where she had woken.
The car screeched around the corner, but the man behind the wheel showed no fear… he mastered the Quattro with ease and perfection.
Could he be…?
He was.
DCI Gene Hunt.
So, she had not only taken to residing inside her own mind, but was living in a fantasy that was not her own… DCI Sam Tyler had been in a coma, come back to the life of the new millennium, told her of her fantasies… and then killed himself.
No. She could not let that happen. She would not. She just had to think…
Everything is significant… think, Alex, think…
But, as usual, no great epiphany, no such luck.
She creased her face up in concentration and as she recalled, yet again, how she had come to be in 1981… second time round.
My name is Alex Drake.
A start… but perhaps a little too simple. Elaborate, Alex. Think.
I've just been shot and that bullet has taken me back to 1981.
No epiphanies yet… keep thinking…
I may be one second away from life… or one second away from death.
A small chill ran down her spine at the idea of the latter… could she really be… dead?
No… no. she had to get back. She had to fight…
Fight…
All I know is I have to keep fighting. Fight to live. Fight to see my daughter.
Molly…
She turned, quickly, in the hope of gaining a glance of her beloved daughter… yet again, no such luck. Disheartened, she lay back in her bed as tears of frustration began to prick her eyelids.
Fight… to get home.
