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"Come back to us soon Gene."

The voice sounded achingly familiar and very nearby. Gene groaned, the aches and pains of his injuries flooding his mind, bringing back all the memories of the car, the scream. Alex's scream. He'll never forget it. Looking around everything looked different. Confusingly and horribly different. He was attached to a series of monitors and there were voices outside the room. The walls were painted ghostly white and the room had a gentle bleep from the machines but other than that, silence.

A window settled on the far side, and Gene could see the leaves of the tree's outside and occasionally hear the gentle hum of an engine as a car drove past.

He was in a hospital, and if there was one thing Gene Hunt hated more than being told what to do, it was hospitals.

"How are you feeling Gene? It's good to see your awake." A calm male voice sounded as an unfamiliar face entered the room.

"I've just been 'it by a bloody car I'm not having one of my best days." Gene complained as he shuffled around in his bed. The Doctor gave him one of his professional laughs, one of those that sound totally fake but meant to be polite.

"Heh, yes. I am Doctor Roberts, I've been helping you to get better."

"You haven't done a very good job." The Doctor looked tired and ready to go home, not ready to deal with a grumpy DCI.

"Well, how are you feeling right now?"

"Shit."

"Medically?"

"Medically shit."

"I see. Well Mr Hunt all you're records seem to indicate you are doing very well so we have no reason to worry. My suggestion right now would be to get some rest, and maybe we can talk more later?" With that, Doctor Roberts left the room, grumbling to himself.

As soon as Gene was alone he started questioning things. How long had he been in hospital? He didn't remember hearing anything after being knocked down by the car and he assumed it had been sometime after. Hopefully not too long ago.

"Let's see…" Gene mumbled to himself as he thought back. The day had been a Thursday, Thursday 6th October 1983. It had been a fairly average day, Gene thought, the weather had been shit but it was always shit. He had been arguing with Alex more than usual that day, specifically over his 'ridiculously careless driving skills'

"Excuse me lady bolls but I'll have you know my 'ridiculously careless driving skills' 'ave got us to more crime scenes than you ever could. An' no one's died."

He remembered telling her, followed swiftly by her huffing and mumbling under her breath. He heard the odd word though 'shit' 'bastard' 'twat' that woman would make a sailor blush.

But Gene looked around and could see nothing that would tell him todays date. Until he saw the television. He stared at it for a good couple of minutes before blinking.

"It must be an' expensive hospital." He commented, hoping to himself that it wasn't coming out of his wages as not many hospitals had televisions. The remote sat on his bedside table and he flicked it on, the box coming to life in seconds. It took him ages to work out, the machine had a lot more channels on it than his at home ever did and even had something called 'sky'. He'd vaguely heard of it from Chris and Shaz who were always up to date with new television things, and occasionally Alex would complain about how much she missed it. Eventually he found a channel with the date in the top left hand corner.

'14th April 2012'

It was a Saturday. 29 years into Gene's future.

Alex and Sam's world.

Gene felt sick to the pit of his stomach. How did he get here? Why was he here? Was this all a dream, or some cruel joke? He scrunched his eyes up tightly, something he hadn't done since he was a child and begged and pleaded for it all to go away. Opening one he saw the face of his Doctor, back again. He jumped in shock.

"I'm sorry Mr Hunt, I didn't mean to scare you. Is everything alright?"

"Where the 'ell am I?!" Gene blurted out, not caring if he sounded crazy or not. He felt crazy, he felt like he should be babbling on about shit from the past, much like Alex used to.

Alex.

Why couldn't she be here? She'd understand everything and maybe, maybe be able to tell exactly what was happening.

Gene couldn't help but wonder if the car had meant to hit his DI rather than him.

"Gene you are in a hospital. Remember?" Doctor Roberts explained.

"How?" Gene whispered.

"You were badly hit by a vehicle and were rushed to hospital. You've been in and out of consciousness for about a week now." Roberts told him, settling himself on the end of the bed.

"Who found me?" Gene's voice was barely audible now.

"A girl from the local school. She had been walking home and saw the whole thing."

"Wha' was 'er name?!"

"Hmm, I don't know, erm, ooh wait a minute, 'he checked the records on the end of Gene's bed, 'oh yes, Molly. Molly Drake."

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