BBC own everything, I don't, sadly.
I found this on my laptop the other day from AGES ago and decided to post it, all mistakes are mine.
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Annie Tyler didn't know what to do with herself. She'd cried until she couldn't cry anymore, but then what? She couldn't do anything, there was just this pain inside her, a gaping hole where her heart had been. She couldn't bring herself to move, she had no reason too leave her bed in a morning, nothing other to do then stare at the empty space that once belonged to the man she loved. So many things that they hadn't had, hadn't done. They could've had children…but they hadn't. And now Sam Tyler was gone forever; and Annie only had his name.
Weeks past.
Each day she waited for Gene Hunt to come thumping on her door and telling her to get her arse in gear and come back to work. But he never did.
It was Chris that told her they were transferring to London, and she was invited to join them, but she couldn't. Sam had lived here. With her. This was the city he loved, she couldn't abandon it. No, she had to carry on, save the people Sam had loved so much, starting with herself.
1st of January 1981 -a new year. Her first year in 7 years without Sam.
Annie was seeing it in alone, lost in memories, surrounded by Sam's things. Her eyes were clouded with tears and she opened the nearest thing to her, numerous pieces of paper fell out of it, all in Sam's scrawl. She picked up one of them.
The 1980's, it read. Sam would never see the 1980's. She read on, this was the file that Sam had made for her when he first arrived, the day he nearly jumped. On the TV Big Ben chimed away, out on the streets, people could be heard drunkenly starting to sing 'Old Lang Syne'. Annie picked up a fistful of papers and read on.
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Films that hadn't been made yet…
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And old times since?
Important dates and events…
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne,
Famous people and future PM's…
We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.
Technology and computers…
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
People and places from Sam's childhood…
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
And his life in 2006...
What if things were different? And what if Sam was right? What if Annie had met him in 2006? Would he still have loved her?
The questions that would never be answered formed almost a lullaby in Annie's head, she drifted, uneasily, into a dreamless sleep, still sat on her living room carpet, still surrounded by Sam Tyler's things.
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This wasn't my flat. No, I looked closer, this was my flat. But what the hell had happened to it? Nothing was right, I'd woken up on the floor where I'd fallen asleep, but not surrounded in the things I treasured most, pictures, notes and most of all, Sam's old leather coat, though the more I fell asleep with it draped around me- comforting- as Sam's arms had once been, the less it smelt of him and more of me. Where was it now?? What was going on?
There was an annoying buzzing noise from somewhere close by. Like a phone ringing, I looked around then familiar yet unfamiliar room, there was no landline. I soon found the culprit, a small thing, almost like a radio, but with numbers and a screen.
Hadn't Sam mentioned a mobile phone?
Unsure what to do, I looked at it uncertainly, was it a phone? Where were the wires? It continued to vibrate and ring, I looked at the buttons, there was a green one, green meant go right?
I pressed it. I could hear voices.
"Hello?" I asked shakily, tentatively lifting it to my ear.
"Annie! Annie!" The voice called in despair.
"Hello?" And the line went dead.
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xxJMxx