ASHES TO ASHES IS NOT MINE...

THIS IS THE SEQUEL TO A TALE OF TWO DAUGHTERS,

It had been a year since the fateful night when Alex had realized she had left 2008 and was destined to be in 1982… Alone, no, not alone, she remembered: she had Gene.

It had been a long hard slog, but Gene had been a rock for her. He didn't completely understand about the whole 2008 thing, but he knew exactly what it was like to lose a loved one. They had only been together a few short months when he had popped the question.

Alex shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. The sun was shining in through the curtains and she assumed it was about 10am. She turned and looked over at the sleeping form next to her. She smiled as she drank in his features and placed a tender kiss on his lips. Her hand traced down his chest to where she found the usual and she smiled, looking back at him as she grasped him. A slight groan escaped his lips and she smiled; he was pretending to be asleep. She looked at him as she kissed back up his body, working him slowly.

A smile crept over his lips and as her face met his, his eyes flew open and he growled, "Morning Mrs Hunt"

Alex giggled, "Morning Mr Hunt"

"You are beautiful, so beautiful... Mrs Hunt," Gene said, his voice full of sleep.

"Make love to me, Mr Hunt"

"Again Bolls?!" Gene chuckled

"Forever" Alex breathed

"With Pleasure!"

Gene took Alex's face in his hands and looked into her eyes for a moment, his eyes deep pools of love and desire, before kissing her. They then rolled over and he gently pushed into her. A moan of pure pleasure left her lips and her eyes looked deeply into his. "You're… perfect." Alex breathed in between moans, as Gene gently thrust in and out, holding her like she might break. "No Alex… I'm not perfect… you… made me…. be perfect," Gene responded, but before Alex could reply, Gene continued "I… really love you, Alex… so… so… argh… so good…" Gene growled as they both came crashing together with a powerful orgasm.

"I could get used to this," Alex told Gene as she settled into his embrace.

"Back to work tomorrow love, back to the grind…"

Alex looked confused and said " Does that mean I can't wake you up for sex any more?"

"God no! You can do that until Hell freezes over!" Gene laughed.

one year later

It was early and only Chris, Shaz and Alex were in CID. Alex had left Gene snoring in their bed. "God it felt good to say: Mr and Mrs Hunt, Alex Hunt, Mrs Alex Hunt," she thought to herself, smiling. She had left early for work because she couldn't sleep, but not for the usual reasons; this was different. Alex hadn't been feeling well for a few weeks now and she suspected she might have been pregnant. She had run the idea of a baby by Gene but he hadn't seemed all that keen. However when Alex started her period, she sat in the loo crying and Gene heard her. He asked if she was okay, but did the whole, "I'm Gene Hunt, too much of a man to deal with this." He couldn't bare to comfort her. He did want a child, he felt like he was being given a second chance, but he also felt that he wasn't up to being a father. He hadn't done a good job the first time round, but he didn't want Alex to know he felt like a failure.

Shaz was making tea. She looked out of the kitchen and saw Chris, wiggling his arse, whilst he was trying to concentrate on something. Shaz was chuckling to herself when she noticed Alex grimacing. As Shaz went to if she could help, Alex dashed to the bathroom.

When Gene arrived in work he noticed Alex wasn't at her desk, but before he even had the chance to ask where she was, a call came in. He rounded up Chris and Ray and left.

When Alex hadn't returned from the bathroom for over an hour, not even to see where Gene was, Shaz went looking for her. When she reached the bathroom Alex wasn't there. One of the doors was closed over but appeared not to be locked. Shaz gingerly stepped forward and pushed slowly on the door. She saw Alex slumped on the floor by the loo, covered in blood. "Oh God," Shaz breathed deeply, before she had time to panic. Then she was on her feet, running back into CID. She crashed through the doors and Gene, who had just sat down at his desk, looked up to see what the fuss was. Shaz shot him a worried look, as she grabbed the phone and dialled 999. "Ambulance please, Fenchurch East CID. Thank you." As soon as the receiver was down Gene was at her desk. "Granger, what's going on? Where's DI Drake, Hunt?" Gene stammered.

"Oh God," Shaz breathed as she dragged Gene by the arm unable to tell him.

"What the bloody 'ell are you doing woman?" Gene protested down the hallway. But before he could protest any more he saw it: blood, Alex and blood. His heart lurched into his mouth and shattered into a million pieces. Just then, before Gene could gather his thoughts, the Ambulance men arrived, scooped a limp and lifeless Alex up, and placed her in the ambulance.

Gene grabbed her hand as she was wheeled passed. "Alex..." Gene breathed.

Tears stung his eyes, crazy thoughts were going through his head.

Gene arrived at A&E and crashed through the double doors. His face was set in his usual grim expression, enough to scare even the strongest of men. He approached the front desk, "Wife... Alex Dra...Hunt... Alex Hunt." Gene demanded loudly, causing the woman behind the desk, who was submerged in a magazine, to jump and lose her balance slightly.

"Sorry sir, she's on her way to theatre." the woman replied sheepishly.

Just then a trolley passed him. It felt like slow motion, as he spun round to see it was her, hair splayed over the pillow and her features peaceful. A tear spilled down his face and he wiped at it angrily. His heart ached, for her, for their daughters, for their children, for her loss, for Molly. The pain cut through him like a knife, as she was wheeled away from him.