Title: Mother's Day
Fandom: Ashes to Ashes
Characters/Pairings: Alex
Rating: PG
Warnings: Slight angst.
Summary: It's the night before Mother's Day and Alex had to deal with the pain of being separated from Molly. Drabble.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ashes to Ashes. If I did, we'd have had a different ending! The franchise and its characters belong to Kudos and BBC and I am not making any money from writing this.
Author's Note: This is completely off the cuff and unbeta-d. Written in under an hour.
The faint shades of the street lights invade my room as I lie in my bed, staring at the odd forms made of light and shadow that dance on the ceiling. The soft noise of the raindrops hitting my window would be a lullaby in any other day. Lulling me into a deep
But not tonight.
Tonight I know it's going to be a long wait until I find the comfort and peace of sleep. And all of this because of the fact that tomorrow is Mother's Day. I spent the whole week trying to keep the thought out of my mind and had promised to myself that I wouldn't screw it all up tonight, but I just can't. I can't ignore the fact that I am a mother; one who is cruelly separated from her daughter.
I sigh and manage to suppress the tears that begin to form in my eyes by shutting them tight. The image of my happy little girl won't go away though and I know that I can't be coward and ignore it. For one second I wish I wasn't stoic and strong Alex Drake so I could run away. But I can't. I *am* Alex Drake and the Alex Drake I know does not hide from her problems and fears.
God, how I'd give anything to hear your sweet voice calling out to me once more, to hold you in my arms, to brush your long golden locks, to comfort you when you cry. I don't know if I'll ever see you again, see you study and pass your exams, see you have your first boyfriend, your first kiss, watch you get married and have children of your own. The only thing I know for sure is that I would be there for you if I could, Molly. I would. I know how hard it is to lose your mother and I would never have wished that pain on you. I'm fighting Molly, fighting to get back to you. But it's so hard; I feel like you're slipping further and further away from me every day, and it's not fair. My little baby girl.
The lump in my throat is unbearable and I finally give in. I feel a single tear run down my left cheek, and then another, and another. Suddenly I find myself sobbing uncontrollably and for the first time in my life I don't feel ashamed or guilty for that. For tonight, I'm not DI Alex Drake, MSc. Nor am I Alex, Tim and Caroline Price's daughter. I'm not Bollinger Knickers either, or Madam Fruitcake, or any of Gene's other nicknames for me.
Tonight I'm just *mum*. Your mum. I love you Molly and I always will.