Funk To Funky

Chapter 2- Times Gone By

Hey here is my new chapter thanks to everyone who has subscribed/ alerted and reviewed much appreciated. Hope you enjoy this instalment the time lines in the next few chapters will be a bit jumpy but it is supposed to do that. I forgot disclaimer last time but no copy right intended this is just fun and to keep me sane through GCSEs. This sets up the future storyline. Please read and review

This is set before Molly being shot, just to let you know, oh and when I talk about Molly's dreams I want you to think of the actual episodes as her dreams. Get it? ;)

The pulsating sun was radiating an almost impossible heat. The journey home had never felt so long and tiring but Molly hadn't got too far to go. Her sheer champagne coloured tights clung to her slender legs and her fitted top felt constricting like it was trying to crush the air out of her. It was Friday and god wasn't she glad, not just that it was the weekend but Evan wouldn't be home to at least 11 o'clock so the house was hers. Approaching the four bedroom detached house she pulled out her house key from her blazer pocket and ran up the driveway and up the front door steps and rammed the glinting metal in its lock.

As the door swung open she flurried into activity. Shoes were abandoned in the hall way, her bag was literally lobbed across the living room (which surprisingly landed without breaking something) and skidded into the kitchen to grab a packet of biscuits and a can of coke then dived up stairs to her room. She slammed the door and sat down; her back towards it and took a deep breath then reached for her note books, mind maps, sketch book and a long, thin metal nail file. Since she was 14 years old she started to have these odd dreams like snapshots of another world which seemed to revolve around her mum, which she concluded was perfectly normal, to try and imagine her alive somewhere but merely out of reach. At first she would just hear her mum's delicate educated voice talking about cases, crimes and the force which yet again seemed ok as that was a huge part of her mother's life. Then the dreams began to mould and form it something of a drama series you would see on the television. She imagined that the bullet had transported her mum back to the 80's which was sincerely impossible. Molly had heard that dreams were formed by things already in your head and they were dragged up by your subconscious but she knew sod all about the 80's at 14 years of age so how come she imagined all of this. She tried to explain to Evan about the dreams but he merely shrugged them off or offered her the chance to go and see a councillor- like hell she was. So Molly never mentioned them again instead she learnt to accept and take comfort from them because in her dreams Alex wasn't dead she was still alive and even if she wasn't with her at least she was alive.

From then on she couldn't wait to fall asleep and be an observer of her mother's mental antics in the 1980's it was pure classic, you couldn't make it up if you tried. Molly watched the battle to find criminals, the arguing between her mum and her boss and the characteristics of others in the dreams. But most of all she saw the spark between her Mum and Gene even if they didn't. She learnt most of the goings on and became totally engrossed in the unfeasible world. So much so when she was awake it physically ached to be away from them. It started to creep into her brain every waking moment so much so everything seemed to revolve around the eighties. Most of her evenings had revolved around googleing information about the eighties, downloading and listening to the 80's classis hits. Her wardrobe was jammed packed with flimsy shirts, bright and dark colours, bold statement clothes with evener bolder makeup. Surprisingly all her friends approved of her own unique style and so wore more and more 80's fashion. And what she didn't know about the 80's was not worth knowing.

Molly decided to record her dreams down in form of a story, well that would be her descriptive writing piece for GCSE English done. She studied psychology at GCSE, another link to her mother, so she started to create psychological profiles of Ray Carling, Sharon Granger, Christopher Skelton and of course Gene Hunt in the form of mind maps as well a drawing them from her snapshots of dreams- another thing which she handed in but this time for an Art project. Gradually she began to piece together the incredible place which drifted through her head. When she was 15 the dreams turned darker and more cryptic by the day a man called Jim Keats began to shred her mum and Gene's connection to pieces and she couldn't believe Alex was falling for it. Then 5 months ago they stopped after what could possibly be the second most heart wrenching thing Molly had ever seen, The "truth" had been revealed they were all dead, shot, stabbed or suicide and they all had to leave him after their last showdown; The A team against the world and the devil.

She decided this was somehow good, she thought that she was almost accepting the death of her mum now and could start to concentrate fully on other things aka school but how wrong could she be? One week ago she had walked over to her mum's old station to say hello. All the officers knew her very well due to her mother and the fact she had completed work experience there doing filing and such like- of course they only gave it to her out of pity but it helped her fill close to Alex. However as she strolled up the corridor she met the usually gang of detectives who immediately swooped down on her and started asking her a million and one questions but then the alarms from the cells interrupted them so they unlocked the records room to keep her out of harm's way while they sorted the problem.

But that was the turning point on everything Molly ever thought she knew. While she waited she started to nosey around the files aimlessly flicking through them, then a large box labelled 1980 to 1990 caught her eye like a moth to a flame she ran to it and wrenched it open what she found she did not expect in amongst the files she found Viv James the man who was desk sergeant in Fenchurch, Sharon, Chris and Ray even Gene but the last file almost made her weep: her mother's was also there without thinking she scooped them all up and thrust them into her massive school bag. She left the police station without a word and went home and stashed them up her fireplace she knew it was wrong to do what she did but she had to other wise she would go mad never knowing the truth, of course she often wondered if she was there already but if you thought you were mad you couldn't be, right?

She read the files most nights and tonight was no exception she poured over them desperately trying to extract more and more information to fill her notebook. After hours of purely staring at the many sheet of paper which accompanied DCI Hunts file (mainly complaints) she rammed them all away again and picked up the long slender nail file which she had got out earlier on. Kneeling down on the floorboards she peeled back her rug and ran her hands across the smooth surface until she felt a slight crack, with the nail file she lifted the board and rummaged inside and extracted a cloth bag which held her mum's warrant card and the one from the 1980's which was in the file and also a epaulette number which was in Gene's file 6-6-20. She knew too well what that all meant so after looking at the photos in the warrant cards she put them all back in the bag and under the floor.

As she drifted off to sleep she dreamt of two foreign but gentle voices talking to her soothing her like they had done for the past month. Of course like the past four weeks she will wake up and be oblivious of the voices and what they uttered to her but when the time was right she would remember and things would all become clear. Because where would anyone be without their two favourite barmen?

Sorry for no dialogue but I had to desperately explain the backing information which while filter in to the main plot later. Missing the 80's? Don't worry we are heading to Genieverse next chapter- I wonder how he will cope with a little and more hormonal Drake? And how is he bearing up with out his partner in crime, Alex?