This fanfic is based on the 1990's sitcom Goodnight Sweetheart. However, fourteen years has past and a new time traveller has come to town. All comments are welcomed so have a read and see what you think.

chapter 1:

Fourteen years had passed since Gary had been trapped in 1945 and Yvonne had struggle to truly move on from that revelation. She had always clung on to hope that it had been a huge scam to get out of their marriage. She had refused to sell his war memorabilia shop 'Blitz and Pieces" even though she had even never went there again after that day but now she had realised she had to loose go of the past.

"So what do you think?" Yvonne said this while struggling to breathe the air was so thick with dust. A young man cleared his throat vigorously and replied.

"Yer its a good size. Needs a hell of a clean up and what about all this stuff?" The room had remained untouched since that and all of the trinkets were still in their places.

"Its all part of the deal, do what you want with it." Yvonne wanted nothing at all to do with any of it.

"Well, come down five and you have a deal." The man stuck his hand waited for Yvonne to respond.

"Pleasure doing business with you Mr Davis."

The new owner was Benjamin Davis or Ben as he was better known, a Welshman who had recently come into small fortune and wanted to set up a business for himself in London as a fresh start for himself. What that business was going to be he had of yet zero idea but the space was cheap and he knew he could flog the old stock on the internet while he freshened the place up. Davis returned to the shop a few days later once all the paper work was all dealt with but he knew there would be no problems, in fact he was surprised how fast everything went through, it was he thought a rather fast sale but he didn't really mind. A friend of his Jake had arrived that morning to give him a hand with the clean up and the pair had began to discuss what he was going to do.

"So what's the big plan then boss?"

"Jake I'm not giving you a job I haven't even figured out what I want to do yet. Anyway I have to get this place into a shape where you don't double the risk of lung disease every time you walk through the door." Both tried to laugh but ended in both having a coughing fit which only doubled the point. When they finally court their breath continued the conversation.

"So why is this place so dusty anyway?"

"It 'ent been opened in over ten years. The Sparrow women seemed quiet pleased to get rid of it be honest."

"Why's that then?"

"Feed up of having it I suppose."

"No, no, no. Why didn't she open it? Look at all this stuff why didn't she get rid of it then sell the place if she didn't want anymore?"

"Well... according to her lawyer it had something to do with her husband. He went missing about... thirteen, fourteen years ago. He thinks he went off with a bird but said she would never say anything about it. So any way 'cos they couldn't find any trace of him he was declared dead after about seven years and this place became hers and only now would she agree to sell it."

"Well weird. What do you think?"

"What?"

"Do you think he ran off with a bird like the lawyer said or did she bump him off to get his stuff and sell it off when no one suspected anymore?"

"Oh shut up you idiot if she had done that she wouldn't have sold at a rock bottom price would she. She even knocked off another five grand on the day."

"Well may be she stuffed him in the wall or something..."

"Your just an idiot and you watch too much csi. Go make your self useful go find us something descent for breakfast none of that plastic stuff . Here take this." Ben passed his friend a twenty pound note and Jake staggered through the door. Davis grabbed the black bag that they had filled with rubbish and made his way to the back yard. As he made his way to the skip he tripped over some old netting and skidded across the floor.

"Ah ... God, what an idiot." He stood up and began to wipe him self down and checking for scrapes. "At least I didn't hit my head on the ..." He looked up and there was no fence. Just the old high street that was behind the shop. "Oh the God. The gate must have been unlocked, that's funny I don't remember pushing them when I fell." He turned around and there was no fence at all. "... What the hell?"

"Oh young watch your language!" Ben turned around and an elderly bald man was steering at him.

"... Ah what?"

"I said watch your language with the blaspheming and what not."

"Oh sorry. Its just that I must of hit my head and it seems that I'm lost. I'm new here and I must have wandered off before I realised."

"Then I should take you to the hospital then son." The man grabbed at the lapels of his coat.

"Ah no that's fine I just need to find out where I am."

"Nonsense son. As a former officer of the law it is my duty that I see that you are safe sir and checked out."

"... Oh no Officer ...?"

"Deadman son, former Sargent Reginald Deadman."

"Sargent Deadman, I'm fine now I just need to know where I am." Then a sudden distant cry.

"Hey Reg!" Both turned to see what was happening. It was the first time Davis had taken in his surroundings everything was worn and tattered and seemed to be a bit grey. Everyone's clothes also seemed to be a bit odd. Even though he hadn't gotten use to all the odd characters and cloths London had already thrown at him this was different everyone's clothes all seemed to be a bit old fashioned. He then realised that a rather tall man and average sized woman with dark hair were coming towards them.

"Over here Gary." They stopped right in front of them and the man had a really strange facial expression as he looked at Davis. "Alright Gary, Phoebe come for a visit? I was just helping this young man here, he says he had a bump on the head and has gone and got himself lost." The woman Phoebe was the next to speak.

"Oh are you alright my love?" A real concern crossed here face and she quickly checked him over with her eyes. "What's your name?" Then Deadman in a buffoonish fashion blurted out,

"Damn, I forgot to ask that!" Everyone looked at him.

"Ah ... It Ben, ... Ben Davis" Again the woman answered again.

"You not from around here then my love." She then proceeded to look him up and down as though judging what he was wearing.

"No, I'm Welsh I just moved here."

"Never mind we'll help you wont we. I'm Phoebe and you've met Reg, and this is my husband Gary Sparrow."