Raaaaaaaaather weird, but you love it ;) Written for Immiekins :P Um, yeah, that's about it. Please don't be offended if I use any characters/emotional scenes in a cavalier way-this is meant to be (ahemcoughcough) funny! Please R&R (but don't be horrible!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Hood (of course, I would totally 'own' him, if we had a bit of verbal banter, so I do own him in that way, but yeah) so I don't own the show, or Ashes to Ashes, or any of the characters mentioned, except myself (and possibly Immie. she can be my slave.) :P
Enjoy!
Crazy Eyes and the Twisted, Tantalising and Altogether Terrific Tale of the Magic Mushrooms
Alex Drake pushed opened the door to the Railway Arms while looking back at Gene. However, she was not looking at his bright blue eyes, scrutinizing her as she entered the pub, nor was she looking at his face at all. In fact, she was looking at his undeniably awesome, awe-inspiring and appropriately aggravating crocodile skin boots. She wanted them. That was why she had begged Gene to let her stay, when she had discovered she was dead. She had hoped that someday, somehow, she would have been able to snatch them, and possibly sell them on EBay if she ever got back to the present and found someone had made a TV series about her life (and death). But she couldn't have them now-Gene had made that completely impossible, as he stood there smugly with his arms folded. Oh, how did it come to this? She pondered to herself. How distressing it had been to only realise at the last minute what she really wanted-not Ray or Chris or Shaz, not Gene, not even Molly-no. She wanted those boots, Gene's boots, she wanted to feel them on her feet, she wanted to rub those scales as if the crocodile that had given them was still alive (although hopefully not get her hand bitten off). She sighed as she finally stepped into the doorway. If only she had taken the opportunity to nick them after their escapade in the sewers, where she had ended up cleaning them...then returning them to their owner. Huh. As she had fully entered the pub, her mind had (clearly) been wandering. However, now that she stopped and took in her scenery, she realised that she wasn't in a pub at all, but on the outskirts of a forest. Hmm...something about this wasn't quite right...