First chapter of a new story

My first story for Ashes to Ashes thanks to sailormoon1982 for the ideas and push to start writing this story

hope you enjoy

My job…no can I start again?

My career has always been dangerous and I never if I can help it go into those situations. Plus I would never allow my daughter to be mixed up in that sort of thing.

Do I need to say my name?

My name is Alex Drake and the year I was shot was 2008. My parents were Tim and Caroline Price they dead in 1981. I have a daughter Molly from my marriage. Her father and I are apart at the moment no way of getting back together.

Do I want to get back together with him?

No that's the answer to that question.

Can I get back to the story?

Though my work I have learnt lots about people. There was one person that I wanted to write about a Sam Tyler. He was in a coma for almost a year when he came back he was unable to recover himself. I read his notes; he said that he was cold all the time and that he had promised something to Annie. No one was able to help him so he took it into his own hands and committed suicide by jumping from the floor of his police station. We had been talking about him Molly and I as I was bringing her home from school. We had had a laugh when the call came though the radio. I knew that I had to answer it.

I had told Molly to stay in the car as I knew it was going to be dangerous. I knew that what it was going to be. I mean it always is when you are faced with a person holding a gun. I had no idea how she got out. The guns from the other police officers were on us when the world went black.

"Molly!" I called out into the darkness around me.

"Mum!" she shouted back. I could not see her. "Mum where are you?"

"I don't know I cannot see you, Sweetie," I shouted out I could hear her crying off in the darkness.

I opened my eyes hearing the sound of the water lapping. Looking around I was no longer on the embankment of the Thames. It felt like I was on a boat as the world around me was moving up and down.

"Mum," whispered Molly as she looked at me. "I can hear music," she was wearing different clothes things to the uniform that she had been wearing; she was in clothes that I would have worn when I was her age. "Why are you wearing those clothes?" she asked looking down at what I was wearing.

It appeared to be a red dress short but not too short falling down to just inches above my knees. I never wore dresses unless forced to. The last time that I had worn a dress it was my wedding day. And look how that sorted its self out. I was more comfortable in suits nowadays.

"I can hear music too sweetie," I said hugging Molly close it me.

"Where are we mummy?" Molly asked.

"We should get out of here," I whisper when I started to hear voices and footsteps.

"That right," a male voice, posh and new money the voice was educated but common trying too hard. "Well to had to happen like this you stupid fools. It is the perfect way for stopping the pigs from stopping us."

"But why sir does it have to be a kids party?" asked a Londoner accent this time male again but maybe younger then the new money.

"What's this?" asked new money opening the rooms door and seeing Molly and I.

"Sorry Molly here needed the bathroom and we must have gotten lost and got locked into the room," I lied making it up as I went along. I just wanted to get Molly out of there and off the boat onto to the safety of dry land.

"Oh OK," new money smiled. "Well must I ask…" he looked down at my hand and his smile grew as big as it could when he saw that I was not wearing a ring on my left hand.

"Sorry but Molly and I must be getting back to the party," I muttered pulling Molly closer to me.

"No, no you are not going anywhere," new money seemed to crawl over to us. "You know what is going on here. You have seen it," and he grab hold of me pulling me away from Molly. "You and your Molly are not going anywhere." With that he tried to kiss me full force on the lips. I kicked him and ran for it grabbing Molly's hand and out of the room. "Get them!" shouted new money behind us. Gun shots fired missing us and the party guests. Screams from the kids and their parents followed us.

That was when I saw them.

The ones that Sam Tyler had described in detail on a boat.

In London for all places….

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I am in the process re editing second time around one of my Tudor stories

promise to update most stories in the next few weeks

love pennyheartsseaweed xxx