Decided to have a go at doing this A2A fanfic, which I've been thinklng about doing for a while now.
Forgotten Memories
Chapter 1
From the very exact moment he'd managed to have found the confidence to finally acknowledge his final fate and confidently correct a few certain wrongs along the way before reaching his conclusive journey. Gene Hunt was now wandering through the Railway Arms' doors, brooding over on what the next surprise might possibly be for him. Maybe it could be the obvious one, getting a good deserving slapping in the face or worse still, being on the receiving end of the dreaded straight in the gob punch as soon as he confirmed his forever presence, he presumed this would most likely be from the woman he considered to have disappointed and frustrated far too often in the past, for 18 years he'd been feeling completely relegated, watching on unhappily while life around had every so often affectedly worsened. In January 2008 the main office was fitted with 5 high "bloody" tech computers and in February 2010 an 40 inch High Definition television had annoyingly been positioned in the far corner of the working office, frequently the presence of the television had distracted the team from finishing important paperwork. Gene was constantly struggling to masquerade his loneliness and his unmistakable longing for the woman he profoundly loved, sometimes dreaming about her certainly proved how much he was missing her.
"Well..well my old friend…I can tell you one thing I've definitely bloody missed you.." Gene said, while grasping onto the ultimate acceptance that everything more importantly beyond the pub itself was now more like home to him. Feeling as though he had to make a defiant statement like he normally preferred to, apologize to his former respected colleagues, some of who he'd considered that he'd previously poorly treated and behaved horribly to, while being caught up within a foul mood. With the hundreds of apologizes he was expecting himself to make, he wondered how much long it was going to take for him to apologize before he got to Alex. While mulling over this, he started to glance around the bar and the seating areas clockwise.
The first question sprung to mind, where the bloody hell was everyone? The place looked more deserted than a night out at a rundown cinema with a clumsy date. It was baffling to say the least as he soon struggled to get his head around this, the fact that nobody was there anymore. Gene suspected that something serious must have happened to his absent friends, something clearly worrying had occurred presumably not so long ago. As he quickly started to investigate furthermore, in his mind he knew he was fully determined enough to get right to the bottom of this once and for all.
While wandering around the bar, feeling hopeful on finding some potential evidence as soon as possible. Gene suddenly began to uncover a few unexpected shocks. He crouched down and acknowledged that it was a torn piece of fluffy material, seemingly ripped at from a grey coat. He determined that whoever it belonged to might have been involved in a frightening fight with someone. Gene ran his his fingertips across it and spotted a few bloodstains around the lighter part of the material.
As he picked it up, he had an unexplained hallucination, normally he had these whenever he was bloody pissed. Gene pressed the palm of his hand up against the front of his forehead as he began to experience a long-lost memory. The memory was from the night he'd said goodbye to the team and had vulnerably stood motionless, watching them head off into the Railway Arms. He vaguely remembered the particular coat Alex was wearing, grey , fluffy coat which he thought looked too heavy on her shoulders. He snapped out of remembering this and stared in shock at the the piece of material he was holding his hand. "No...no Bolly.." Despite fearing something dreadful might have happened to her, Gene still refused to accept this. "No I promised myself I'll bloody find ya and I still will. "
Gene looked around, he was stunned when he sensed his emotions intensifying in a surprising way he'd never felt before. It was horrible having this bad feeling overtaking his thoughts, right at that exact moment he was feeling saddened and he was desperately trying to prevent himself from crying . While clutching the material in his hand, he sat with his back against the bar frame looking broodingly. Things need to be corrected and investigated likewise as soon as possible, while he thought about this he glared up and saw the television resurrecting itself back into life, however nothing seemed to appear on the screen straight away. Gene thought he was going bloody mad especially when he heard persistent whistling,the song seemed to be "I'm forever blowing bubbles" and then the sound of manic laughter which felt like it was overpowering and mocking him. He was reluctant to fight back, having now lost his strength, instead he just sat alone in despair, burying his exhausted head within his hands. To his horror he wondered whether or not this might be Jim Keats' last minute revenge on those vulnerable coppers who had decided to trust and put their faith in Gene.
End of Chapter
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