I apologize in advance if any of the language used in the following chapter is offensive, but this is what these characters from this particular show sound like.

My name is Jac Naylor. I've just been shot and that bullet has taken me back to 1984. I may be one second away from life or one second away from death. All I know is that I have to keep fighting, fight to live, fight to keep my job, fight to get home.

Tick Tock goes the clock,

Were waiting for you Jac,

Tick Tock goes the clock,

Will you ever get back?

"Phwoar! Chris! Chris, mate come an'look at this! Shag worthy this one." Ray yelled to his colleague, cigarette firmly in his mouth. Looking down at the red-headed woman beside his feet, his eyes widened and he gestured for his friend to join him. A short, velvet dress hugged Jac's small figure to the extreme, black stockings rose up to her waist line and a white, fluffy, fur coat cushioned her sprawled body. Chris jogged over, eyeing the woman that lay on the grass.

"I dunno, she looks kind of… scary to me." He gulped, hoping Shaz wouldn't spot him.

"Puff." Ray exclaimed - this was his average reaction to anything Chris did. "Na I would do her, love a ginger me. Hey, do'ya think she's a tom?" He said, nudging Chris with his elbow, his eyes resting on the end of Jac's dress.

"Dunno, better check it out with the Guv…" Chris shrugged thoughtfully, and then furrowed his brow, a ridiculous question forming in his mind "Ray…."

"What mate?"

"You know shes ginger on top…, well…., do you think she's ginger…. You'know… down below?" Chris asked, stoking his head with his right hand and coughing.

"What, you mean the pussy?" Ray responded, his eyebrow raised.

"Yeah…"

"I dunno mate… never shagged a ginge… lets take a look…" Ray edged closer to Jac, and leaned his knees onto the fresh grass. Quickly, Jac's emerald eyes flickered open; they widened, taking in the scenery around. "Shit! She's waking up!" Jac groaned and rolled over to one side. Gene Hunt strolled over, pushing his colleagues roughly aside, and stared at the woman kneeling at his feet.

"Is the bullet out?" She mumbled, brushing the dirt from her face.

"Great, another fruitcake, add them all up and you could have a party." He said, his molars lined with spit. Jac stood up waveringly, more due to the fact that she had somehow "transported" than the huge high heels she now found her self wearing – not her first choice of foot wear. Her eyes surveyed her surroundings, it was a hospital, an old one at that, but shared the similar structure and whiteness with the place she has come from. "Had a few two many to drink?" Gene began.

"What's the date?"

"Excuse me?" Hunt exclaimed, putting his hands in his pockets.

"What is the date? Surely that is a simple enough question." Jac retorted. Ray stood there transfixed, as still as a corpse, his mind turning circles like helicopter blades, staring at the woman that had just woken up.

"If I throw a stick will you leave?" Jac said, sarcasm dripping from her words and anger circling her tongue, her words aimed at Ray.

"What did you say?" Ray retorted, his fists clenched, his arms at a perpendicular angle.

"What, is sarcasm a foreign language to you people? What is the date?"

"The 3rd of February 1984 miss." Chris spoke up for the first time. Jac's eyes widened, her breathing hurried.

No! It can't be! It just can't! How did I get here? Was it the bullet? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Why this year? Any year but this year, and this month! This is the month it happens.

Tick Tock goes the clock,

When Jackie's dad will die,

Tick Tock goes the clock,

Will Jackie find out why?

Please Review! :D I wanna know if I should continue with this or if its a waste of time. Btw my other jacjoe fic won't be updated in a while because I am very busy and plus I am going on holiday! Sorry about that.