So after the finale last night, my muse wouldn't let me rest until I got this out. It's my way of dealing with the ending. First Ashes to Ashes story so please be kind. Title is taken from a David Bowie song, but the song doesn't relate to this fic.

Alex felt the warmth of the pub as she closed the door behind her, Molly's scarf still held tightly in her hand. She looked around trying to take it all in; the bar seemed to go on forever and there were people milling around everywhere. She saw Shaz, Chris & Ray out of the corner of her eye, sat at a corner table not to dissimilar to that which she and Gene used to occupy in Luigi's. Was this is? Was this heaven? A pub? Might have been Gene's idea of heaven but it certainly wasn't hers. She was never really into drinking alone. She didn't want to be dead; she wanted to go home to Molly. Tears pooled in her eyes as she thought of her daughter; Alex knew only too well how hard she was going to find the next few years, growing up without her Mum. She knew Evan would look after her. Hell, even Pete might put in an appearance in her life.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder; she whipped round and came face to face with someone she had once thought she would never see again,

"S-Sam?"

"Alex," he stated simply, "Once I found out what this world was, I never wanted to see any of the old team in here. And I certainly never thought I'd see you here."

"You worked it out; you solved the mystery. That's why you asked Gene to help you – you knew it was your time to leave. You didn't want to tell him or the others the painful truth about this world, but at the same time you couldn't just disappear. So you let them think you died." Sam nodded solemnly,

"They weren't ready to know; they were happy here. Hadn't quite planned on the arrival of Jim Keats though!"

"No, could've done without him. But at least now they're ready," Alex assured.

"What about you? Are you ready?" he asked taking her hand. Alex looked at him. She'd lost both her daughter and the man she loved in the space of less than 5 minutes. If you were ready, surely you were supposed to be at peace with your demise, and she certainly wasn't.

"I don't know that I am, Sam," she admitted, tears trickling down her cheek. She turned back to the door, "I don't want to be alone. I need him Sam; I can't leave him. Not like this." Coming to a decision she snatched her hand out of Sam's and ran back towards the door. But as she reached out for the door it swung open and she fell forwards, right into the arms of the man she was trying so desperately to return to.

"Why is it that I always have to catch you Bols?" came the familiar gruff voice as strong arms wrapped themselves around her and kept her on her feet.

"Gene? You're here! But I thought-" Gene cut her off with a

"Plenty of time for explanations Bolly, we've got forever. Right now I need a drink. Ray?"

I have an idea of how to continue this for a couple more chapters if people want me to?