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Vince was wheeled back to his room after the CT scan. It had been rather boring for him, just lying there while there were loads of thumping's and crashes overhead. When he got back to his room, he saw that Howard was sat inside it, reading a book that he had obviously brought with him. Hearing the squeaking of the hospital bed wheels, he looked up and smiled lovingly at the raven haired man in the bed.

"How was it?" He asked, never having had one before. Vince shrugged and said,

"It was alright, bit boring," He paused, struggling with how to start his sentence, "Howard... y'know how I said I could hear you when I was in the coma?" Howard furrowed his brows. He understood what Vince meant, but at the same time, didn't.

"Yes..." he answered slowly, not awfully sure where the younger man was going with this,

"Well... what if I said I did hear, but not exactly from just lying in this bed?" Howard blanched,

"Er.. I'm not really sure what you mean Vince" Vince looked him straight in the eyes and said,

"I heard you from my telly. In the flat I stayed in. In 1973," He sheepishly grinned at Howard who looked extremely confused, "I went back in time, but I could sometimes hear things from now! I heard you proposing, and you played me 'Ashes to Ashes' and..." He tailed off at seeing Howard's face,

"You don't believe me do you?" Howard's eyes grew wide at the tone of his fiancee's voice,

"It's not that Vince, but don't you think it was just a dream..." He jumped as Vince interrupted him, yelling,

"No! It was real. I promise! I can tell you everything about it, the clothes, the cars, the places, the people... I was a DI! Well... I mean, I know I'm already one, but I was one then as well, but you weren't there, there was this DCI called Gene, and he was really... strange, he was really mean and grumpy, but he seemed nicer, he gave me concussion, and yelled, but I'm sure he was crying when I got shot..."

Vince continued to talk, not realising Howard was looking at him with a sad frown on his face. It wasn't that Vince sounded crazy exactly, you hear about this kind of stuff all the time, people having those out of body experience things, but they always agreed it had been just that, but here Vince was, proclaiming it was real, and that he had gone back in time. Maybe all of those scans had missed something? Maybe he had a tiny part of his brain that had gone wrong?

"...and it's because of that you didn't pull the plug!" Howard paled as his fiancee mentioned that. How could he have known? Ok, Howard believed him about the younger man being able to hear them, but it still unnerved him slightly,

"Wait, wait, wait," Howard said, slowing Vince down, "Why didn't we pull the plug?" Vince grinned at him, and said,

"'Cause I smiled. I was telling you about my dad, see I met him, and I started to laugh, and then you said that I smiled, and the doctor said I might be waking up, and then..." Howard let Vince talk on, not knowing what to do. Thankfully, Naboo came in just then, making Vince stop and smile,

"Alright Naboo? How're you?" the shaman nodded and said,

"Howard, the doctor said he wants a word with you" Howard smiled shakily and got up, Naboo taking his seat and continued talking to Vince. Would he tell Naboo what he'd told Howard? That would be sensible, as he assumed the shaman knew more about this than him.

"Doctor Hunt?" Howard asked as he approached. He felt extremely nervous. What if something had shown on the scan? The doctor looked up from where he had been flicking through some charts,

"Ah, Howard. Well, I'm pleased to say that nothing showed up on the CT, after maybe, two more physio sessions he should be free to go. I would like you to keep an eye on him though, and I wouldn't advise him to go back to work for at least another two weeks after discharge" Howard nodded, forgetting the whole 'Travelling back in time' issue. They could deal with that back at home, if Vince remembered it. And he might not, not with his mind full of physio and god knows how many tablets he had been prescribed.

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"Come on Vince, just a few more steps!" Howard yelled encouragement from where he was, just a few feet away from his fiancee. It was Vince's last physio session, and June had said she'd let them discharge Vince if he could walk down three corridors of the hospital. Howard had walked slowly in front, smiling, and June had stood behind him, carefully watching and noting down anything she thought might be a problem. They'd walked down two corridors, and were almost at the end of the third.

Vince was limping slightly and breathing heavily, but (Shooting venomous looks at June) was still persevering, and finally walked the last few feet and fell into Howard's arms, sweating slightly but looking up at Howard, who's heart almost burst with love at the sight of the smaller man gazing up, his eyes shining.

"Does this mean I can go?" He asked June, deliberately putting some wonderful naivety in his voice. This almost made her melt. She nodded and walked over to him, ruffling his hair (Even though she knew he didn't like it. Only Howard was allowed to do that),

"You've done good kid, I'm going to miss you," She then smiled at Howard, "And you Howard, you were great motivation, you should help with some of my other patients" She joked.

"I don't think I'd be allowed" He replied, grinning at Vince's glare. She nodded absentmindedly while signing a form.

"You're all set," She said, "Give that to the doc, and you're home free" Vince grinned happily, but needed to lean heavily on Howard as they went back to his room.

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While Vince was getting dressed, Howard gave Doctor Hunt some forms that various nurses gave him. He signed them as well and asked for Howard's signature. When all of that was out of the way, he asked,

"Watch out for any signs of that depression we talked about" Howard nodded, and the doctor said, "Oh, and he'll probably get a few headaches for a while, but they should calm down eventually. Some may be quite severe, but it's nothing some fresh air, a dark room, and Adult strength Nurofen can't sort out" Howard nodded again and looked over to Vince, who was sat on the bed, now dressed, gazing round the room.

He had been in this room for 2 months. Just layed there, not moving, being helped to breathe by a machine. While Howard sat there, worried sick. And he had gotten the better end of the bargain really. He could go wherever (As long as it existed in 1973) he wanted, and had people to talk to. He could only imagine how Howard had felt sat next to him, hearing nothing but the ventilator and the steady beat of the heart machine.

"Vince, are you ready?" Howard asked, bringing the younger man out of his reverie. He shook his head and looked up,

"Yeah, can't wait to get out of here" He grinned as Howard picked up the small bag that had some of his belongings in and helped the small man to his feet. Howard shook hands with the doctor, which prompted Vince to do the same,

"Bye Vince, hope I never see you again" He laughed, and winked. Vince smiled and was about to go, but blurted out,

"What's your first name?" Doctor Hunt looked surprised but answered,

"Gene. I know, crap name, but I'm named after my Grandfather. He was a police officer - like you" Vince paled but nodded, and grabbed Howard's arm as they walked out, clutching at it like a life-line. He needed to explain to Howard that it was all real. He was the one person Vince was sure would believe him, but he had just asked whether he had been dreaming. He'd prove it, He thought to himself, when they got home, he'd explain it all so clearly Howard wouldn't doubt him at all.

Please review :) I need it after the crap day I've been having, and I'll get to Vince's plan to make Howard believe him faster... What's gonna happen? Only I know :P And I've got the script kept in the fridge next to the yoghurt ;)
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