My first and possibly only Ashes to Ashes fic. A short drabble on Shaz Granger because she's awesome. Need I say more?
She couldn't explain what it was that bugged her if anyone asked because it was barely there. Just out of reach and every now and again she'd brush against it and then she'd shiver involuntarily. The best description she could possibly give would be that there was just something wrong, something wasn't right but it was. It only served as to give her a headache if she thought about it long enough.
It was a nagging little feeling in the back of her mind, almost an itch, like you get when you KNOW you've forgotten something and you're driving to work and you KNOW there's something you didn't do or get and you only remember when you step out your car. It's like that but constant. She double and triple checks every morning that she's got everything because that little feeling is telling her that something isn't quite right but she never forgets anything, yet it's still there and it's irritating and she wants to know why.
Sharron Granger, Shaz as she preferred, couldn't figure it out. That feeling, it was almost a voice and it was almost whispering, really quietly, so bloody quietly that Shaz couldn't quite catch the words. What made it even more insistent, she discovered, was DIY, more specifically screwdrivers and whenever she saw one it always made something in her… change, it felt sinister and uncomfortable. It could be a phobia, people have phobias of strange things don't they? Though when she'd seen Chris sticking a screw into a wobbly shelf in the office she hadn't felt scared, merely like she was missing out on a hugely important event or secret.
It was also worse whenever the Guv and the lads headed off somewhere to track a drug dealer, catch a murderer or trace a robber. She felt like she ought to be doing that, being out there and doing what they were doing and it always left a lingering taste behind as if it was the first time they'd raced off and that just yesterday she was doing it herself. Like her routine had been changed but it hadn't done so since she'd arrived. It was the same, yet that feeling said it wasn't.
More than once she'd had random dreams, just flashes really of herself tackling a guy to the pavement, snapping cuffs around someones wrists, fighting a knife out of an iron grip, a hand on a gun holster barging into some building… None of it made any sense but afterwards there would be a yearning for that. Like she missed it.
Then one day, sat at her desk and doing paperwork… again and not really focussing on it at all, she was thinking about that feeling, that persistent nudge and nagging itch and trying to figure out what it was for the millionth time and then it clicked because she looked down at the file in front of her and realised she'd doodled a screwdriver and she'd frowned deeply at it.
"What have I forgotten?" She'd murmured because that was all it was, a memory, something she had lost in a corner of her mind that was cordoned off with police tape. Shaz Granger had forgotten something, something important… and Shaz hardly ever forgot anything…
She didn't like it… Not one bit but she couldn't think what it was. It didn't matter if it felt wrong, if it felt like a piece of her had vanished because it was gone… and she wasn't very sure she'd be able to get it back.
I didn't watch all off the Ashes to Ashes episodes but I enjoyed what I did see of them and loved the characters, especially Shaz. So review?