This is part one of goodness knows how many and is based after the series final. I'm still learning so if you have any comments then I shall love them to bits!
Dave struggled to get free of the strong hands which pinnd his arms back, but he knew it was no use "Let me go!!!"
"Why?" Damian, that sneering basted!! He could feel his breath on the back of his neck. "So you can snitch on us. AGAIN!!"
"I never snitched!"
"Then who did ey?!" A group of men surrounded them, all wet from the showers, coming closer and closer, closing him in.
"I didn't do it a promise on my life."
The one in front smirked. "How ironic."
Sam felt strangely good, considering today Gene had broke the record on how many names he could call him, and it wasn't even the end yet. Actually sometimes Sam was rather impressed by how imaginative the Guv could be.
He cloud his eyes, letting the warmth of the sun seep through him calm him, lighting up the world, letting him feel. He'd never appreciated these simple things before.
"I can't remember ever seeing you smile so much before." Annie joined him outside, he couldn't help but notice how her voice always sounded so honest, and happy. Enough to make the rain go away.
"I have good reason." He picked her hand up in his, admiring the diamond on her perfectly shaped finger.
"Oi! Do you get paid for being a girlie??!!"
"Do you get paid to drink?" Sam turned to face Gene as he barged through the doors, whiskey flask grasped in one hand.
"Do you get paid for being a smart ass?" Annie just watched them like a tennis match, again, something she was getting used to.
"Do yo…"
"No! You get paid for finding stolen diamonds… He looked at Annie. "Not that one is it?"
"Theft." Sam spoke up to get his attention back. "Not exactly a big case is it?"
"Is if it's a big diamond…..how on earth did you manage to afford that on your salary?"
Sam tugged Annie away from his prying eyes and gave her a quick peck before leading Gene down the steps to the Cortina.
"I don't spend all my money on booze."
"Not my fault it's fucking over priced!" He took another swig of his flask.
"Anyway, you can get plenty free here." He handed Gene a small white card over the roof.
"What about cigarettes?"
"No smoking."
"You're joking! Well don't expect to see me there then!"
Sam just gave a weak smile before getting into the bronze car.
"No need to look so hurt Dorothy." Gene joined him and geared up the engine, letting the sound run through them. "You still can't take a joke can ya?"
"So you'll come then?"
"I'll be honoured."
Sam nodded, a true smile on his face now, one which Gene noticed appeared often these days, about time too!
Bright white turned to blue, the sound of fists hammering into him turned to the distant sound of traffic, the pain was gone. He sat up taking in the world around him, he was sitting on a hard pavement, next to the prison walls. How on earth did he get here? Who cared? He was out! Sweet mercy, he took in a deep breath of fresh air, he hadn't realised how much he missed it! . But at the same time…..something was wrong. He felt… wrong. Looking down he saw his body clothed in brown and a a a tight peach coat! His dad wore these!
"Can I help you Sir?"
He jumped up on the defensive at the sight of a tall policeman walking towards him.
"Shit!!"
"Anything wrong Sir?" There was a genuine look of concern on the policeman's face.
"You, you don't recognise me?"
"Excuse me?" He took a step closer.
"Where am I, what on earth are you wearing….what am I wearing?!"
"Uniform." The concern was quickly becoming suspicion, something that Dave had seen on people's faces far too often.
"What? No one wears that" His voice was increasing with fear…"what what year….."
"1973, are you on anything?"