Oh, You Pretty Things
The banging just kept on. "I'm coming back" Sam said, smiling "I'm going to come back to you all!" Bang, bang. "I'm coming, alright?" Sam looked around him wondering why someone was making such a racket. The sun was so clear and blue and his head was finally feeling just as clear. He looked upwards once more, smiled and then ran. He kept running until he reached the fence at the edge, leaped and then he was falling. It felt almost like he was flying. And then…
BAM! "What the bloody hell were you drinking last night?"
What's Gene doing here in the middle of 2006? Why is he here already? I'm coming back to them, he didn't need to come and get me!
"Get your lazy arse out of bed and put some trousers on – can't have the new DI meeting you in your kegs, although if it's some fairy puffta then he might enjoy that welcome!"
Sam shot bolt upright. It had been that dream again, when he had realised that he was no longer alive in 2006. He sighed, blinked and looked around, bleary eyed. Standing over him was a Mancunian blurr that smelt of whisky, fags and Brut.
"Morning Guv"
"Finally, some sense! All that I could hear before I busted your door down was some rubbish about you coming. Thought you were dreamin' about some tart, or else Fancy Knickers. Mind you, now I think I might have been right" Gene Hunt finished his moaning by staring pointedly at Sam's crotch.
Sam grabbed the trousers lying next to the bed and pulled them on before jumping off the bed and doing the fly.
"You've broken the lock again! Mrs Charlseton'll have a fit! She already thinks I'm some sort of loony!"
"Well she'll be right then! Come on! Can't keep the new DI waiting! I'm meant to be picking him up from the station but you need to sort the troops out first."
2007
The sun was bright as Sarah walked down the street but she didn't feel like smiling. She turned off the main road and walked down a dirty, ill-kept alley. She stopped at a door marked with the number 18 daubed in lime green paint, pulled off her trench coat and knocked.
The door swung open and revealed a six-foot tall, greasy haired man with an ugly scar on his lip.
"Evening Jackie! Nice dress!" Robert moved to one side, letting Sarah past whilst staring down her cleavage.
Sarah was too busy playing the role to notice the fist that slammed into the side of her head.
The next thing that she knew she was just coming to and she couldn't move. It took her a moment to work out that she was tied to a chair.
"Wakey wakey Jackie! I've hear you've been a naughty girl! Someone's been telling me that you're a cop!"
"Wha?" Her head wasn't working right. She'd been rumbled, her cover had been blown and now, what had seemed so easy was now so scary and confusing.
"Don't think that you can play innocent with me Sarah."
The needle in her neck hurt and then she felt like she was falling. It was so painful and then it all went away.
"Miss! Miss? Are you ok miss?" Where had that come from? Was this an halucination?
"Miss? It's the last stop miss."
"What? Oh, thanks."
Opening her eyes, Sarah looked around. She was on a train but it was hardly Virgin's first class. There was a faint smell of urine and her seat was hardly comfortable.
Standing up slowly, she made her way to the exit. She stumbled onto the platform and followed the little boy who had woken her up. The boy headed towards the exit and so did she.
She stayed a little way back from the boy so as not to scare him but he must have noticed because he turned and looked at her. She thought for a moment that he looked a little like the crime-lord Robert. He stood there blinking and then…
"You're a cop Sarah – a dirty stinking pig! And I'm going to make you pay for what you did to us. They ain't never gonna find your body and if they do, they won't recognise it after I finish with you. You'll be so very sorry!."
Sarah stared, the kid had Robert's voice.
Then she screamed.
