I've only just realised how long it's been, I am so sorry, my life has just been so busy, I'm not happy with this chapter but I couldn't leave it any longer before posting, again I am sorry for the delay, oh and also, I changed a tiny bit in the first chapter after ashes to ashes confirmed that they did actually marry.
Bolly xx
Chapter two
What would he do? What would Sam do? I think madly. I've been doing that more and more recently, what would Sam do? How would Sam solve this? Sometimes I could almost hear his voice in the back of my mind, but the voice on the phone wasn't Sam. I am sure. Why am I even thinking that? He's dead. He's gone. But they never found his body. That thought had been eating at me for almost a year. In my heart I know he's gone, so why do I still hope? But where AM I? What am I doing with a mobile phone? Does that mean Sam was right all this time? And what has happened to me?!?!
Breath Annie. Breathe. Think about it logically, one step at a time.
1 Where am I? This obviously isn't my flat.
2 What has happened to me?
3 Am I dreaming? God I hope I'm dreaming.
4 Is this where Sam came from? Is this the place that Sam tried to get back to so often?
What is the date?
I have to get outside.
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It's so real. So real in fact, that it's unreal. I can't be dreaming, I'm sure you can't dream in such detail. The sights, the smells, the sounds, the feel. Everything, absolutely everything, is described in such immense detail, even the sky's different. My flat, my clothes, my belongings, everything. I stand outside for a while taking in everything around me, buildings, metal and glass. A thriving, bustling city. But where is it's heart?
The hot tears fall down my cheeks, the enormity is too much to bare. Sam had been right. All those years.
I know where to go.
Sam.
I'm in the future, I must be, the place where Sam came from, so Sam must be here!
What if....
What if when he drowned he finally went home? What if he's waiting for me? What if that is why I am here?
CID. I have to get to the station. He'll be there. He must be.
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The station's exterior has barely changed in 1/4 of a century, a fresh lick of paint but that is it. I'm home, comforted by the familiarity of my workplace, I enter the building. It is so light. I've never seen the place flooded with so much natural light.
"Hello" I said nervously to the woman behind the desk. "Could you perhaps tell me the date?"
"You've come to the Police station to inquire as to the date? Really?" The young uniformed oficer retorts.
"The year then? Please."
"What?" The woman looks at me uncertainly, she doesn't know if I'm quite all there.
"The year. Please."
"2006, is that all? Do you need help?"
2006. I was right. He's here, just a few floors above me, he's here!
"I need to speak with the DCI"
"On what grounds? Do you have an appointment?" And she gives me a steely look.
"Not exactly, but he'll see me. I know he will. I'm DS Annie Tyler." I hold up my shiny new warrant card that I just knew would be there in my back pocket.
"Oh! The new DS! I'm so sorry Ma'am! Follow me." Her attitude changes pretty quickly and she takes me up the stairs I know so well but are so unfamiliar.
CID has changed the most, the sky scrapers, the glass structures, that bloody awful Hilton Hotel and CID has changed more than anything. It's light, airy, clinical, white, there are computers and other little electrical things that I can't see are needed. Police work looks like it had become a lot more complicated and less about justice as it is about figures and ratings.
"So where's DCI Tyler?" I ask the uniformed woman from the desk.
"He's not here ma'am, I've brought you to see DI Roy, that office there" She points to a small office with a name on the door. I just want to know where Sam is. And I try to ask, but the officer is gone. So I knock on the door. Other members of CID watch me as I walk by them. No-one speaks to me.
"Come in." The voice of a woman tells me. So I do.
"Good morning, I take it that you are our new Detective Sergeant. Welcome to A Division." TheAsian looking Inspector pauses, looking at me oddly before continuing "We weren't actually expecting you for a few days, but the sooner the better really, we need every pair of hands right now. I take it you've heard about our DCI?" She asks me.
What about the DCI???
"Sam Tyler?" I ask uncertainly.
"Yes. So you've heard?" She looks down at the floor sadly.
"No, what's happened?" I try to hide the tears that threaten to fall.
"He was...He...He had an accident." She tells me, tears filling her own eyes. A look of guilt on her face. And I know who she is. Maya Roy. Sam's girlfriend from before...so long ago.
"The car. The coma." I whisper. No. No. No.
I don't hear what she says next. I don't hear anything.
I'm too late. It's too late. He's gone. He's gone.
He never wakes up.
Does he?
But he was with me for seven years. I can't wait seven years.
I don't know what to do.
I want to go home.
But do I?
What's waiting for me at home?
If I stay here...he might come back...we might have a chance.
So I have to stay. Wait. Make a life in the future.
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I promise to update sooner this time, I'll try to have the next chapter by the end of next week,
thanks for reading,
xJMx
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