A/N: This is my first fanfic, so feedback is appreciated! This is an idea that came to me one morning and hasn't been done to my knowledge, apologies if it has. Sorry for the short length, following chapters should be longer. Any mistakes are my own.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything to do with Ashes to Ashes.
They came and they went. But no-one ever found the real Gene Hunt. They found themselves, and then it was time to move on. Except for her. Alex Drake had finally discovered the truth about that world; the truth about his world.
She alone, out of all the lost souls he had helped over the years, had uncovered the tragic story of Gene Hunt's life and untimely death. With a helping hand from dear old Jimbo. It was almost ironic how one so bent on Gene's destruction had helped him to remember his true identity and purpose there.
Gene had come to terms with his death many years ago. Way of the world. He had stayed on in this place to help other coppers sort out their issues before guiding them to their heaven. However, he had found a kindred spirit in Alex, a soul mate, even. But Alex had only just realised her own fate. She was not ready to pass on to the final destination.
Gene had known what he had had to do, but that didn't make it any easier. Not when he now spent every night drowning his sorrows in the Railway Arms. Alone. Waiting for the day that she would walk through those doors.
And as Gene Hunt knew only too well, that day could be millennia away.
A/N: Thanks for reading. I have ideas for other chapters which will be (hopefully) longer and will focus on Alex in her new role. Please review!