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Howard stretched as soon as he woke up, something he had started doing for the past two months, and found that his hands touched… nothing. He opened his eyes, afraid it all been a horrible dream and that Vince hadn't really woken up, but his usual side of the bed had definitely been slept in, and Howard could just about hear the sounds that the shower made after it had been used.

He got up slowly, wincing as the early morning sun shone in his eyes. He opened the curtains properly, smiling widely as the city around him looked stunning, with parks that had greener than green grass, and swings that were bright and shiny with new paint. He'd like to go for a walk today, he decided, somewhere quite warm, which had seats for when Vince got tired. He jumped as the door creaked open and Vince peeped round it,

"Babe?" He whispered, hoping not to ruin his fiancé's pondering, but wanting to talk to him. Thankfully, Howard turned, still smiling, but giving the other man his full attention,

"Yeah?" He answered, walking over, the carpetfeeling soft and springy under his feet.

"D'you want some tea? Only, I just made some, and I wanted some company, so…" He smiled rather bashfully as Howard nodded,

"That'd be great". As the older man was walking towards the door, Vince pulled him into a desperate hug, wrapping his arms all the way around the warmer man, who'd been in bed longer.

"Thank you" Howard looked down, bewildered,

"What for?"

"Loving me" Vince answered simply, and took Howard's warm hand and went into the living room, where he had obviously been sat, scribbling on masses of sheets of paper.

As soon as Howard had picked up his tea, Vince sat back down, and started writing once more, his hand flying over the paper, as his handwriting became more errant and smaller.

"What's that?" Howard asked, trying to read some of it, but Vince had his arms over it all, and he could only pick a few words out. Vince looked up and smiled tiredly,

"What time did you get up this morning?" Howard asked, concerned, stopping him answering the first question. Vince blanched but shrugged and said,

"I dunno, maybe about 5? Got up to have a shower, then had some tea, then started writing. I was lonely, but I didn't want to wake you up, 'cause I don't know if I've mentioned it, but you look really cute when you sleep" Howard shook his head fondly and planted a small kiss on Vince's head,

"So what've you been writing?" He asked, drawing Vince's attention back to his work. He smiled up at Howard, who at that point was stood behind the sofa, one hand gently stroking Vince's head and the other resting gently on the smaller man's shoulder, his tea lay forgotten on the kitchen bench. Vince pulled at his hand gently and murmured,

"Come sit down and I'll show you" Howard quirked an eyebrow but walked round the side of the sofa and sat down next to Vince. He immediately got a handful of papers shoved in his face. Putting them on his knee, Howard began to read the top ones, his face gaining a worried look that he shot at Vince when he hoped the smaller man wasn't looking.

"It's everything that happened to me in 1973, and anyone I met, or any places, or even the films and music, look at the detail!" Howard didn't say anything and continued to stare at the paper.

DCI Gene Hunt (The doctor), WPC Annie Cartwright (The physiotherapist) and a whole handful of others that had been in and out of Vince's room at one point. The films and music were easy enough to place, Vince was a master at music from the 70's and 80's, and the films couldn't be hard to know. Seeing the look on his fiance's face, Vince whispered sadly,

"You don't believe me, do you? You think I'm mad" Howard put the papers on the coffee table and took Vince's hands in his own.

"Look at me. I don't think you're mad. I don't think you made it up either, but you have to understand sweetheart, this can't happen. You were in your bed all through those months, and we both know you have a good imagination, so you could have just invented it to... amuse yourself. You realise the doctor was called..."

"Gene Hunt," Vince interrupted, "He said his grandad was a police officer, so I must have gone back it was... it was real, please believe me!" He gazed into Howard's eyes, beseeching him. Howard gazed back.

"I can't" He whispered, voice cracking as Vince's eyes dropped to his lap, studying his hands. Howard gazed at him heartbroken. He needed to make Vince understand it wasn't real. But he didn't know how to. Vince was so set on this, that one wrong word could make him shout, cry, run away, anything. It was then he realised Vince's hands were shaking.

"Vince, relax ok? You have to relax. I know this doesn't help, but you have to or you might get ill" Vince looked back up at him, tears falling down his face.

"I don't know what to do," He whimpered, falling onto Howard, letting the other man bundle him up and rock slightly, "I don't know if it was real or not, or if I'm sane or not. I just... just don't know what to do..." He trailed off and started sobbing silently into Howard.

Howard didn't know what to do either. What could he say? All he could do was continue to show Vince love and comfort until he was over this. Then, a thought struck him,

"Vince, I've got an idea," Vince looked up, tears still sliding gracefully down his face, "Remember what I said last night? We can go to the station, maybe say hi to everyone, and you can look in the archives for all these people," He motioned towards the paper, "And if they're not there, we can forget about it, but if they are..."

"If they are?" Vince repeated, hopefully,

"We'll ask Naboo" Howard finished. It was the best thing he could come up with in the circumstances. Vince nodded and got up, and announced he was going to get ready, leaving Howard sat on the sofa, lost in his thoughts.

--

There was a gasp of delight all round the station as Howard and Vince walked through the doors, Vince uncharacteristically being rather shy and walking slightly behind Howard, holding his hand. They were at once surrounded by hordes of officers, most Vince knew, some he didn't.

"Vince, how are you? Are you even allowed to be working?" A woman with fiery ginger hair Vince knew as 'Cam' from their department asked, before giving Howard a stern look, thinking he was making the smaller man work. He laughed and said,

"As if! I'm not allowed to work for at least two weeks" He grinned at their envious faces and said, "I'm fine though, why? Did Howard not tell you I'd woken up?" He asked, with a slightly hurt tone to his voice,

"Oh he told us" A man with black hair and glasses called Jake said wryly, "I believe he ran in here yelling incoherently and hugging everyone. I think he even managed to hold onto one of us long enough to kiss some of us" Vince giggled as Howard blushed slightly.

"He said I got loads of flowers and cards in my office," Vince grinned, happy to be receiving presents, "Do I?" The whole group of officers nodded as one, and eventually departed, Howard shooing them all away, saying they weren't allowed to tire Vince out,

"You do look after me Mr Moon" Vince giggled, earning him a small tap on the arse as they walked up to his office.

"I arranged them all, and kept watering them, but some of them might have wilted a bit, so I don't know what it'll look like, but..." He was stopped by a pair of lips crushing into his. He eagerly kissed back, and when they finally pulled apart, Vince said,

"Stop it. It'll be perfect, as long as there'relots of them I don't mind" He winked and opened the door, his mouth dropping as soon as he saw his office.

Every person in the station must have given him a whole bouquetof flowers, it was like a flower shop in there. All of it was arranged beautifully, withcolour exploding from every corner, and cards clogging up his desk. He felt Howard gently prodding him towards a huge bouquet, sat right in the middle of his desk. It was stunning. A mixture of white lillies and extremely colourful flowers that Vince had never even seen before, let alone heard of. It had a small card attached to it, so he opened it and read the small message,

Vince, my soulmate, I'll love you to the ends of the Earth and back, and until the end of time. Even if you never wake up I won't stop loving you.
Love, forever and always,
Howard
xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Vince sniffed hard,not being able to stop et more tears falling down his face. He looked over at Howard, who had a nervous expression on his face. Not being able to tell him how much he loved him in words, Vince stumbled over and hugged him, sobbing loudly as he nuzzled his head into Howard's chest. Howard understood the hug completely, but couldn't help a few tears escaping either, as he hugged this precious, precious man who he loved so much it hurt.

Not being able to stand the crying much longer, he lifted Vince's head up by his chin and said,

"Hey, I still owe you one trip to the archives don't I?" Vince smiled serenely and nodded, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Ignoring Howard's face, he softly pulled at his hand, leading him out of the room.

--

The archives were on the bottom floor and, although they were allowed to be seen by anyone, only high ranking officers had keys to them, so Howard drew out his key and slid it into the door, and, hearing a satisfying click, he slid it back out again.

"There you go, I need to have a word with Nancy about something" Howard said. Nancy being the officer one rank below Vince, who knew all there was to know about fashion, and she and Vince often had little gossips during breaks. Vince nodded and started down the aisles, turning occasionally down another, always on the lookout for...

There, 1973, officers folder. Taking it off the shelf with shaky fingers, he opened it and leafed through until he found the correct month. Gazing down he read,

DCI. G. Hunt
DS. R. Carling
DC. C. Skelton

And underneath these, but crossed out in pencil,

DI. V. Noir

--

He sat at the desk in the archives for an extremely long time, just sat staring at the folder. Flicking through some more, he saw different sheets of paper, one on each officer. He hurridely scrabbled through until he found V Noir's page.

Arrival: Transferred from Hyde 14th June 1973
Parents: Unknown
Other relations: Unknown
Departure: 14th August 1973 R.I.P

It had been real. He'd been shot by his dad. And Howard couldn't say it was all coincidence because it was his name there, and everything he said was down here as well. At that moment, Howard came back in, grin dropping slightly as he saw Vince slumped at the table,

"Vince?" He asked, approaching tentatively, "Did you... did you find them?" Not being able to utter a word, he simply nodded and pointed down at his page. Howard scanned a few lines, gasping as he saw that the 'Arrival' and 'Departure' date were the same dates that Vince went into and out of the coma. Even the name was right. Well, it only said 'V. Noir', so maybe it was all just a big coincidence.

"Sweetheart... I know I said we'd talk to Naboo if we found them, but this... I just..."

"You don't believe me," Vince said, "But I can make you believe me. I want to go and meet someone. They'll tell you I'm telling the truth" Howard looked at him, unbelieving, but knew that if this 'meeting' didn't work out, Vince had to accept defeat. So he nodded and followed Vince out the door, not realising he'd ripped a bit out of the folder,

DCI. G. Hunt
Current Residence:

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"Come on then" Vince nudged Howard, who was sat behind the steering wheel. They'd driven to a quiet part of the city, right in the heart of London that looked extremely familiar to Vince. As he got out the car, he gulped and stepped back slightly. What if the Guv was like, 79 or something? And couldn't remember anything? Vince shook his head, no, he was tough, and could only be about 68.

Howard stepped beside him and gazed at the house, which looked very... 1973. He glanced down uneasily at Vince, terrified he had gone mad because of something he'd dreamt.

"Vince, are you sure about this?" Howard asked, his voice wavering. Vince wasn't at all sure, what if he gave the Guv a stroke or something? Biting his lip, he realised he hadn't really planned it very well. Where was the plan pony when you needed him? However, he nodded and answered,

"Yeah, c'mon, they should be in" Gene was retired by now, and he didn't seem like the type of man who'd go out shopping or whatever. Maybe to the pub, but from what Vince had known of him, he preferred to do that in the afternoon.

Stomach churning, his boots crunched down the gravel path, followed by a much more hesitant crunch. He knew Howard wasn't sure about any of this, but he had to be sure, even if Howard could easily forget about it, he needed to know.

Swallowing, and feeling like he was going to throw up, Vince breathed out slowly and, with Howard's hand on his shoulder, he reached out, and knocked on the door.

Review? Is the Guv gonna remember and if he does, how's he gonna react? Or was it really all just a big co-inkydink? Only your review will find that out, as it'll spur me on to write faster ;) xx