Funk to Funky

Hi here is the next part of the story. Thanks for reviews, if you haven't yet please do as they give me an extra excuse to write instead of completing mundane revision. Hope you enjoy. Bit long but I'm trying to propel the plot a little.

Chapter 5-Red Sky

That morning the sky was awash with a colourful horizon which seeped through the clinical blinds which hung semi open in the sparse kitchen. Gene Hunt sat at the kitchen table with his head in his hands feeling utterly perplexed. In the space of about 12 hours he was now looking after a vulnerable teenage girl who somehow was now officially in his care. At 8:30 he was awoken by the rusty old letter box opening and closing with a racket, after he descended the stairs he located a long slim brown envelope which was addressed to him. Inside that official envelop, was all of Molly's papers and identity certificates. Her passport, school application forms, national insurance number and a fancy certificate which clearly stated (however much Gene read it) that he Eugene Michel Hunt was the official carer of Molly Alexandra Drake. All Gene wanted to do was to bury his head in the sand or zoom away in his car and leave all of his responsibilities behind him. But how possibly could he? That girl wasn't anyone, her mother was the one woman he actually loved he owed it to Alex to try and protect her baby because surely he had promised her that Molly would be alright? And it was a fact that the Gene Genie did not break his promises, especially to his Bolly. As well of all this flowing through his mind he had a bad feeling deep down that something was going to happen but he just couldn't put his finger on it. And you know what they say red sky in the morning shepherds warning.

A creek of floors boards alerted him from his revive; he craned his neck round to find Molly standing in the middle of the kitchen yawning her head off while rubbing her eye adorably. She looked about 8 years old as she was dressed in a massive pair of Gene's spare pyjamas as they swamped her completely. For the first time in Gene's life he began to feel very paternal, all he wanted to do was to cut all the crap out of this innocent girl's life- which of course he was trying to suppress because he didn't want to be a "poof".

"Morning love, you alright?"

"Yes thank you... I suppose you want me to tell you everything don't you?"

"Yeh, sorry but I need to get my head around all this shit because you know a hell of a lot about this place and you shouldn't you just shouldn't and that's forgetting the fact you are not even supposed to be here." Looking for the first time completely frazzled, warned out and talking a hundred miles per hour.

"Lol, Gene calm down please. I have had to deal with a hell of a lot because my life is pretty fucked up so don't make this any harder for me and have a meltdown please" Molly gently and obviously shyly laughed.

"You swore. I thought posh girls didn't swear and I'm not having a meltdown you cheeky mare but sit your scrawny arse on a seat and spill the time warped beans"

Molly sat obediently and seemed almost surprised by her actions; normally she would fight even the smallest and simplest instructions from Evan and Pete just for the hell of it. As she began to grow up she rebelled more and more as well as lashing out at anyone who criticised her. She would stay out to ridiculous clock in the morning at parties where she would get absolutely drunk out of her skull or simply chilling with her friends but conveniently leaving her phone at home so she was un-contactable. Of course Evan tried the "Locking in" tactic but Molly soon became pretty agile when it came to negotiating the drain pipe.

"God everyone is a bloody comedy" sighed Molly exasperatedly. Molly's plump lips seemed to effortlessly form coherent words which created her past four years of existence without her even realising it. She explained to Gene everything and anything from the moment her mother died. The dreams of another world, voices which seemed to constantly guide her, the constant stalking by Layton and the blazing screaming matches she would have with anyone who dared to challenge her. She was releasing everything which she had attempted to suppress and ignore; all the emotions and the stress which she had endured. But now she had started it was impossible to stop. Mollie explained about all of the important details and events in her seemly colourless part of her existence but she carried on pouring out her soul to one flabbergasted Gene. She explained the excessive boozing, partying which started when she was 15 years old, that the only thing which seemed to ground her was her dreams and her school work. She described her obsession with the eighties and how it had taken over her life, her friends, her haphazard ex boyfriends and that she had a nagging feeling that something was not quite right.

It was probably the longest time ever in the history of the Gene Genie, that the Manc Lion was shell shocked. To him it seemed that the worst turn of events had seemed to have happened to the innocent of them all. Of course he barely knew Molly but there was something so distinguishingly Bolly which oozed "trust me". So he decided to. Gene undoubtedly knew this would probably be the most stressful, hardest and life changing mission to date but somehow he knew he would be there for this girl because it was clear as day that she need him and maybe just maybe he needed her.

His head was still digesting every morsel of information she had given him but he couldn't help but be proud that she gave that "twat" Evan merry hell. The door bell shattered the silence which had recently descended them. Gene walked over and almost ripped the door off its handles, outside was a little squirt of a man with one of the smiles Gene could really deck first thing in the morning especially when the said man had a damn clipboard and what seemed to be at least eight massive bags cascaded at his feet.

"Mr Hunt?"

"That's me. What do you want?"

"Can you sign this please Sir, on behalf of one ...Molly Drake?"

"How do...oh pass it here" Gene scribbled his messy signature on the bottom of the delivery man's form and was rewarded with the bags lobbed to him with a letter, neatly written in gold handwriting was Molly's full name and his address. Like usual Molly could not control her curiosity so wandered to the door to see what was occurring. She was greeted with bags and Gene closing examining an envelope.

"What's that Gene?"

"A letter for ya"

"Me, but..." Gene thrust the letter into Molly's grasp, she ripped open the envelope and pulled out the letter all will wondering who the hell knew she was here.

Dear Molly

As you have experienced, life is not as clear cut and perfect as one imagines when they are young. You have seen and lived through some of the most unimaginable experiences for someone who has yet to experience even a bite of the world. In the words of your mother it is a screwed up world and this one which you now find yourself in is no different. I must stress the importance that you must take this world and its inhabitants seriously for your own good and for others. Only you and Gene Hunt (with a few exceptions) walk through this world with the full knowledge of what this place means. Undoubtedly Molly, you are exceptionally bright girl who has probably puzzled out what has happen to her and that she is not here by chance. I tell you honestly I have no idea how you came to drift to this land as you are not a copper, just a girl in fact with justice, equality and determination running through her blood. All I know is that you are here for a purpose and to find out why and what that is we must let these most unusual events unfold. As I am sure you can remember Keats, One Jim Keats has shot you in the lower quarter of your abdomen seemingly to take revenge on your mother. He has failed this mission to kill you instead you are in an induced coma and on your way to the same hospital your mother was once in.

The bags which you probably find yourself surrounded by are full of your clothes, shoes, makeup and any other possessions you had in your past life which are connected or iconic to the 80's. All your 80's music from you IPod is in there to, in the form of tapes with a walkman. I'm sorry that I have to leave you in Gene's care but I personally believe this would be the best option for all those concerned. I leave you with a little advice, be careful and objective. Anyone could be a possible threat to you and as we are all completely in the dark I think it would be wise to keep one's ears and eyes open.

I am sure we will be in contact soon and if you need any other help my dear old, Italian counterpart will be returning soon. Oh and while I remember anything you see in your dreams do not hesitate to relay them back to Gene they might just be the key to this whole situation.

Yours faithfully

Nelson

Gene had read the letter over her shoulder. Keats. He bloody hated that arsehole, why couldn't he go and crawl under the stone he came from and die. However Gene knew that wishful thinking wasn't going to get him anywhere. Molly's head was swimming, everything was coming slightly clearer. Some of the puzzle pieces were beginning to go in to place and all she had to do was bide herself time to figure out what was going on and figure a way to stop all these insane goings on.

"Go and get ya self dressed, we're going to the station. You gotta meet the team"

Molly grabbed a random bag and stampeded up the stirs like a herd of elephants. Gene who was already dressed padded back to the kitchen to make a fresh cup of tea and find a curly wurly. With a steamy mug of tea he sat himself on the sofa and greedily dunked his chocolate bar in it. He knew Molly would be an age; she was like her mother in so many other ways the chances that she would not emerge for a while longer was a high one. 45 minutes later and a slightly pissed off Gene, Molly descended the stairs in a mid thigh length dress. It was red and black vertical stripes matched with black peep toe kitten heels, a heart shape necklace, silver bangle and a sparkly black shoulder bag. Her dress hugged her womanly figure. Gene completely changed his mind; she no longer looked the shy timid little girl he had witnessed this morning, she now looked every year of her age and stunning with it. Gene knew that he was in major trouble as he would have to spend half of his time making sure she didn't get up to trouble or attract danger like a magnet but oh boy he is going to have one hell of a task if her past mischief was anything to go by.

Guys, action will be pacing up soon I'm really sorry for the slow beginning. I promise there are lots of twist and turns which I have planned so please keep reading and review if you are still with me on this fic.