Thanks to everyone who has been reading and reviewing! This is just a filler, not much plot. Unbeta'd. Once again, I do not own Ashes to Ashes, or any of its characters.
Shaz and Chris looked through the bars at the small, huddled figure of their former DCI. They had been there for near half-an-hour, but no words had been spoken. It hurt them to see the Guv like this. Finally, the deafening silence was broken.
"Guv. We'll get you out."
"They won't let me out Chris. You know that."
"Guv, it's not your fault," Shaz protested.
"It doesn't matter!" The Manc Lion's famous temper exploded, but was quickly under control again. "If she dies, I really do belong here. I'll be a cop killer. I'll be the scum I tried all me life to get rid of. She's dyin' Shaz. And it's all me fault."
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"Oh, Gene." Alex finished reading the file. "Guv, I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve that."
There was only one file left. Her file. She already knew what happened to her from reading the Guv's file, but she still felt an intense curiosity looking at the final folder on the table. Alex picked it up, looking at her name stamped on the side. She opened the file. There was her picture, one taken from when she had first "transferred" to Fenchurch. There was no denying it now. She had really travelled back in time.
The clock chimed and Alex looked up. Molly would be home from school in a few minutes. She took the files and hid them under her bed. Alex then seated herself on the couch and turned on the television as Molly walked in.
"Hi, Mum. How was your day?"
"Delightful, but I'm glad your home."
"The telly is still intact; didn't you watch any daytime television?"
"I started to, but fell asleep. Lazing on the couch isn't for me Molls."
"Do you want to do something?"
"No, just work on your homework Molls. I'll fix dinner for us in a bit. Sound good?"
"Sounds great." Molly gave Alex a kiss on the cheek and went to her room. Alex lay back down on the couch. She thought about Gene again. His file flashed through her mind. She felt so sorry for him. "I need to go back," she thought. "But how?"
To go back, she had to change the past. She couldn't do that. Could she?
Alex remembered Martin Summers. He had killed himself, well his younger self, and hadn't died until Gene shot him in the courtyard.
Assuming she could change the past, how could she even get back? Alex couldn't jump off a roof. She couldn't leave Molly behind again. For the first time, she found herself missing Martin Summers. She needed answers, and he was the one who seemed to know everything about working that world. Oh, sod it! She needed answers! It was time for a visit with her former colleagues.
TBC. I'm trying to upload everyday, but might miss a few days this week as I'm moving!
