Thank you to Lu 1989, for all her help, also thank you Lu's mum and sister
Disclaimer: I in no way whatsoever own Ashes to Ashes. Rights belong to Kudos and the BBC
Traitor in the Ranks
Chapter 1
Alex shivered and pulled the duvet tightly round her body, she was curled up on the sofa clicking the remote control, looking in vain for something to watch, anything to stop her thinking about being cold.
"Why have I imagined winter?"
Summers always seemed to last forever when she was little, especially when she was stuck in boarding school for most of it.
More importantly "Why have I imagined Christmas Eve?" Am I not going through enough agony, without thinking about missing all of Molly's Christmases? Alex clicked through the channels again, only three channels, no fourth channel yet. Giving up, she turned off the television and headed over to the wine rack.
Gene sat in his car looking up to Alex's window, working up the courage to knock on her door. What had happened to the Manc Lion? Gene was lonely in this city, not that he would admit it, well just once to Bolly. He was silently relieved when Chris and Ray had decided to join him in London, but they were building their own lives, Chris and Shaz were inseparable and Ray? Well Ray had discovered "Pong"
The light was still on she must be home, where else would she go? He wasn't the only one alone in this bloody city. Although that Evan bloke was always sniffing round her, but she did seem to be avoiding him lately.
Last night she was distant again, Christmas party at Luigi's and she could barely smile, they shared their usual table. Luigi had hung mistletoe above it, but he wasn't going to kiss Bolly, his love life was one disaster after another and the thought of losing his Bolly when it went wrong again, was too much.
Alex poured another glass of wine she shouldn't really, her head ached after last night's drinks. It was hard work, stopping herself from breaking down and crying. In Luigi's, theTrattoria was covered in Christmas decorations, tinsel framed the mural and there was a huge Christmas tree in the corner. Alex willed herself to see Molly, hoping maybe she would appear at the Christmas tree, but to no avail, Molly hadn't appeared since Alex's parents had died. Her family was lost forever.
Alex shook her head, too much wine, too much time to think. She needed air; she would go outside, a walk would do her good. Alex approached the window. "Does Bolly need a brolly?" She froze at the window the Quattro was parked across the road.
Gene looked at the passenger seat, where Bolly's Christmas present lay, he cursed himself again. He'd turned into a right soft, southern fairy, the old Gene would be in Bolls's flat by now. "Sod it, I'm not sitting here all night, I'll go home and get pissed".
Gene prepared to drive off "Shit! Bloody Evan White and little Alex" he turned his gaze up to her window. Bolls was stood there, she must be waiting for Evan. " No fool like an old fool, Genie." He couldn't drive off, yet he didn't want Alex to see him, he slouched down in his seat as he saw Evan press the doorbell.
Alex looked at the Quattro, she couldn't see if Gene was in the car it was so dark and she was beginning to feel the effect of the wine. "Where was he?" Ah, the doorbell, Alex looked down at her door. "Fuck! Evan and little Alex, she ducked down behind the curtains.
Alex crawled across the living room floor, the doorbell rang again, it was getting harder to avoid Evan. He knew Alex was a mother and asked her for advice on little Alex's upbringing. It was too much she felt as though her head would explode, what was she supposed to say? Unfortunately there were no case studies to refer to for this dilemma. The doorbell rang again, he was persistent, Alex grabbed the duvet and pulled it over her head.
Gene could just about see Bolly's door, she wasn't answering to Evan and she was no longer at the window, maybe she was with another Thatcherite wanker, he picked up Bollys Christmas present put it in the glove box and sped off into the night.
