Funk to Funky
Chapter 1 – Out Of This World
This is my new fic which popped in my head like months ago and I had to post it. I don't really like Molly as she is portrayed in A2A but I'm going to make her a 16year old version of her mum and more. There will be Galex eventually. I have a plan for this story for once so it might turn out better plz R&R
Overview
Post s3 ep8. Life has moved on and turned Molly's life upside down. Tortured by dreams, the devil and a bullet when she rocks up in the 1980's she ready to fight whatever comes her way. And when she unlocks a secret Keats is going to Hell for Good. GALEX
God, what had her life turned into? One long disaster after the other, it was like God personally had it in for her. She always seemed to find herself in these positions since the age of 12 to be specific. If it wasn't Evan spouting crap at her it was that bastard Pete who she refused to call dad or the bizarre little dreams she had been experiencing since she was 14 but now this took the biscuit. All she had wanted to do was to have one normal afternoon with her friends in the park, have a picnic and probably burn the odd revision book but oh no she saw him. The man who wrecked her life forever, the elusive man who could escape the clutches of the police but could somehow be there. Behind every bush, on every street corner it just seemed like she couldn't get away, of course, before she learnt the hideous truths she told Evan about seeing Layton but he merely waved it off as stress and over tiredness. But today for sure he was defiantly there.
He beckoned her over with a jolt of his head, she knew she shouldn't have followed but her curiosity, anger and hunger for knowledge pulled her in. Molly Alexandra Drake was 16 years old now and had changed unbelievable over the past few years. She had shot up to the grand old height of 5ft 10inches, her hair length still the same but it had naturally darkened up and her stormy green eyes had tormented Evan day after day. The similarities between herself and her mother were uncanny. She followed him without a word past the Tate Modern and on and on. She had no idea why she was doing this. He lead her to a boat named the Lady Di, Layton quickly scrabbled up on to the side of the boat and in to it a called so one deep within.
A tall skinny man dressed in a suit and a long brown rain coat appeared and surveyed Molly up and down while he cleaned his glasses and slipped them back on to his crooked nose. Molly could swear she recognised him from somewhere but for the life of her she just couldn't remember it was like her brain cells had all gone on a small vacation to bloody Bognor.
"You know Molly, you are so like your mother do you know that? You look like a mini version of her, you have the same posh lilt to your voice, and you hold yourself in the same manner. I have observed you Molly you have the same fiery temper, self belief and knowledge just like her but yet you seem slightly more cunning and resourceful than your dearly beloved mother. But do you know what I think? I think you know too much for your own good." Uttered the tall skinny man, his face was plastered with a sickly sweet grin.
"What the hell are you on about what could I possible know that effects a skinny rat faced man like you"
"Ouch, you are slightly gobbier than Alex, if I didn't know better I would say you were related to Gene Hunt"
"Gene Hunt how could you possibly know him he is in my fucking dreams" Molly shouted.
"Oh mind your language it's not becoming of a young lady, anyway like I said I know everything like the objects under your floorboards and the files tucked up the fire place in your room"
"That's impossible, nobody knows"
"Anyway enough of that, Your mother and Hunt destroyed me so I'm going to repay the favour by destroying you and then if you are a good little girl you can have a ride in my elevator"
The man reached inside his coat a slowly retracted his hand to reveal a Beretta 92 pistol and aimed it at Molly.
"My God your Jim, Jim Keats that's why I recognize you, how are you here its impossible to bloody time travel and still look the same as you supposedly did in the 80's which I'm still convinced is not real."
"Right Drake let's get a few things sorted that world which is swimming in your head is real, get over it. Secondly well down full marks for knowing who I am and last but not least I will give you a little bit of advice RUN.
Without hesitating she sprinted up the grass verge opposite, the gun went off and she heard and saw the bullet whistle past her right ear. She had reached a small wall and without thinking she vaulted over, for once gym practice had been worthwhile. Luckily she was in pumps so running was not as hard if she had her heels on. Her dreams all began to click in place, the clues she had picked up over the years seemed to become clear and for once in her life she knew what to do. She stopped and turned around to face Jim (he was only a couple of strides away) so she walked slowly towards him head held high. She just prayed this will work.
"Ok Keats lets be having it but I will say this before you shot me, pull that trigger and it will be the worst thing you ever do"
"I will take that empty threat from a mini Alex and put it where the sun does not shine...a grave!"
BANG
Molly began to fall into oblivious, her eyes rolled back and the dark seemed to engulf her but one recognizable accent drifted to her ears. So as she landed on the unforgiving tarmac street a small smile graced her lips this was going to be out of this world.