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Repetitions of the Future	By : gallygaskins Category: 1 through F > Ashes to Ashes Views: 1463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11 – Meanwhile … back in 1981! : Part 2

Alex was asleep, curled up in the chair next to Gene’s bed, well as best as she could considering the 10 tonne of plaster she had wrapped around her leg. 2007 Gene had her hand between his and was talking to her again.

“Hi, Alex. It’s me again, your Manc Lion. I’ve just been talkin’ to the doctor and its not good news.” She watched the stray tear fall from his eye and land on her cheek, “time is running out for you ‘ere in 2007, they can’t remove t’ bullet, the chances of you living through that operation are practically zero. You’re depending more and more on the machines and even if you did wake up, which they suspect you won’t, chances are you’ll not be able t’ fend for yourself. You’ll ‘ave t’ be looked after by a nurse or someat.

“I feel pretty lousy, t’ be ‘onest, knowing that I’m the one to be the bearer of bad tidings. I only ‘ope that by t’ time I get back t’ you in 1981, you can forgive me! I love you and I can’t bear to let you go but I might ‘ave t’, like your family will ‘ave t’ ’ere, an’ that’s gonna kill me.” Her heart went out to him, he looked so lost. Overcome by emotion, she watched as within seconds Gene’s tears were falling hard and fast, splattering on her body when they landed.

Eventually, he’d calmed down and she felt him brush more of her hair from her face, “got some news though,” he said, a little happier now than he had been. “Markham is dead, Lacey ‘as been arrested an’ we’re waiting for Layton to turn up at ‘is flat to get that toe rag an’ all. So thin’s are workin’ out ‘ere, ‘opefully I’ll be back t’ you as soon as you like, before tea time I ‘ope.” He sniggered, “maybe even tonight, well tonight ‘ere. By t’ way, its 5^th March.”

She came too, looking around her in a daze. Everything seemed as it should, apart from the fact that Ray was stood over her peering at her. She breathed in deeply and stretched, “what time is it?”

“It’s after 8 pm, have you been ‘ere all day?” He asked, concerned.

“Yes, Ray, I have. I know I said I’d ring when I was ready for you to come and pick me up but I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here … with Gene. I’m not going to be happy unless I know he’s ok and I can’t think of any place better to do that than here, especially when he wakes up.”

“Well, if you’re not goin’ to go ‘ome, which I doubted you would, d’you fancy some company?” Alex nodded, “Good, d’you fancy some contraband?” He said, pulling a silver hip flask of whisky out from his pocket. He shook it in front of her.

She took it, gladly, opening it and taking a swig, she smiled, the last time she’d done that she’d been stuck in that vault with Gene!

“Penny for ‘em?” Ray asked as she handed the flask back to him.

She giggled, “Do you remember that time you, Chris and Shaz had to rescue Gene and I from that vault,” Ray smiled and nodded. “I was just thinking that was the last time I’d drunk from a hip flask.”

“Mmm, if I remember correctly, both o’ you were a bit ‘ot an’ flustered by the time we got t’ you. Both in a state of undress too.”

“Yes, well we were cooking in that confined space. ‘I’d rather suffocate than boil’ I think he said. You know, I didn’t know if I was going to get out of there alive, he had his arm around me to reassure me that everything was going to be ok although I think deep down, he must have thought the same.”

“Yeah? But then that’s Gene all over, might be tough as old boots on the outside but all ‘eart. A rough diamond I suppose. Do you wanna know what I remember ‘bout Gene’s trusty ‘ip flasks!”

“Go on!”

“There were this time in Manchester, Sam were there too; anyway Gene ‘ad got caught up in a shoot out an’ we all thought ‘e’d been ‘it. The bullet ‘ad ended up in ‘is hip flask, ‘e were fine.” Ray laughed, he looked up at Alex who was listening to him keenly, “well, as Gene were getting’ up an’ taking the shot ‘ip flask out of ‘is pocket, Sam said something ‘bout ‘what were the chances of the shot ending up in the flask’. Gene then proceeded t’ take out a further 6 and replied ‘pretty good actually’.” Alex was laughing by now and Ray was glad that she seemed happier. “Glad you’re laughin’, you looked a bit outta sorts when I came in!”

“Mmm, I’d just had a bit of a weird dream.”

“Like to talk ‘bout it.”

Alex, unsure of what she’d say, decided that saying no was the best course of action, she shook her head.

“Look, I don’t know what ‘as been goin’ on between you two but over the last couple months it’s become increasingly evident that there’s a connection there between you. Whilst we were lookin’ for you, Gene said a few things to me that were a bit strange but, like I’ve said before, we’ve known each other for a long time, I know when there’s someat troublin’ ‘im, we trust each other. ‘E told me that there were stuff you’d told ‘im that although seemed incomprehensible, as evidence were presentin’ itself he were believin’ what you’d said. Stuff about Sam, too.”

“Did he tell you anything I’d actually told him?”

“No, ‘e just asked me t’ take a leap of faith if there were anythin’ ‘e said out o’ the ordinary.”

“Ray, what would you say if I told you that I was from the future?”

“Eh?”

“I’m in a coma in 2007. I was so sure that this wasn’t real, that if I could save my parents then I could get home, but I couldn’t save them, they still died anyway and I’m still here.”

“What are you talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Ray, Sam came to Manchester in 1973 didn’t he, well when you told me he’d stayed for a further 7 years after he’d come back to help you all with that railway heist, I made some comment about you not having me for 7 years. Do you remember?”

“Yeah, but … how did you know Sam ran off in the middle of a railway heist that were 8 year ago?”

“Because, in 2006 he was in a coma. He managed to recover from his coma, and for a little while he seemed to be ok, wrote everything that had happened in 1973 down, made a tape too.” She noticed Ray nodding his head. “That file was sent to me, by the time it landed on my desk I had received information that Sam had committed suicide, he’d jumped off the GMP building. Obviously, you guys were worth more to him than his life in 2006 and decided to get back to you. I told Gene all of this two nights after the Prices’ death. Gene told me that Sam had come back to help you and that he’d stayed in 1973, had a son with Annie, who Gene is godfather too.”

“’Ow do you fit into this?”

“Well, I knew about Sam’s life in 1973 and when I was transported here to 1981, I realised that I had gone through the same thing and that I was obviously in a coma in 2007. Didn’t you ever wonder how I knew all of your names when you all rode up in the Quattro and dealt with Markham? As, everyone rightly points out, I was thinking too much I wrongly assumed that if I could save my parents from dying then I could get back home. I didn’t, and they still died. But at least I found out that my mother loved me and my father was twisted.”

“Gene told me you were shot by Layton, that ‘e’d also ‘elped kill your parents. You knew ‘bout the bombing ‘cause you’d seen it ‘appen before. You’re that little girl, you’re Alex Price!” Ray was astounded at his own statement, as he noticed Alex nodding her head, biting her lower lip and unshed tears appearing at the corners of her eyes. “Jesus!”

Alex carried on. “And as for a connection, well, when I got here I kept having these images of clowns and things from the bombing. Things weren’t always adding up but I kept getting small visions of my memory, from the events of the bombing and leading up to it. When I actually saw it happen the second time I was amazed. I’d always thought that the man that had shielded me from the image of that burning car was my godfather, that he was the man that took my hand and led me away from the scene when I was 8. But it wasn’t, Evan was there but it wasn’t him.”

“Evan White is your godfather?”

She merely nodded, “Evan is my godfather, and he’s also my daughter’s godfather. Anyway, the man took a hold of me was the man that carried me into the police station.” She looked over to his sleeping form. “It was Gene, god knows how he knew to be there when I remember him from when I was a child, but he was. Ray, I do believe he’s my guardian angel. You see, since he’s been in this coma I’ve seen him in 2007 standing over my body lying in a hospital bed with machines keeping me alive. He’s also told me that he’s had the same, images of me here watching over him. He hopes to be home soon, they’re waiting on catching Layton, and he hopes to be back once that has been done.”

“Well, bugger me!” Ray didn’t know what else to say. He was trying to take in and compute what she was saying. Like Gene had said, ‘it has credence’. It made sense, neither Sam nor Alex had acted like his kind of policing colleagues when they had both first arrived on the scene; their methods had been nothing but unusual and alien. However, he surmised, she’d been so neurotic about making sure the Prices stayed alive she had no reason to lie. “Right, so I’m taking this leap of faith an’ believin’ you, if Gene believes it then I’ve got no reason not t’ either have I? So where do we go from here?”

“I guess we wait until Gene gets back first.” Alex lent over and pressed her hand firmly on Ray’s arm. “Thanks!”

“What for?”

“For listening and for believing me, that means more to me than you’ll ever know, and for being real!”

“Not an imaginary … what did you call us?”

“Constructs, imaginary constructs,” she sniggered. “There is nothing remotely imaginary about any of you, thankfully.” She yawned, “I think I need to sleep a bit more.”

“You go ahead; I’ll wake you if anythin’ happens.”

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Alex was surprised to see Gene walk back into her room, watching him as he took up his usual position on the bed and took her hand once more. “Good news Alex, Layton’s dead. You can rest easy now, luv, ‘e’s gone.” He carefully lifted the mask from over her nose and mouth pushing it to one side, she trusted him but what was he doing. Whispering into her left ear he said, “I’ve listened to that song by the way, Molly bluetoothed it to my phone. God, I’m useless with technology. Anyway, I know what you mean now, that first verse does seem to sum us up perfectly, I can’t wait for tomorrow to see you again, my love, my precious Bolly.” She smiled at his admission whilst he was studying her sightless face. Gently he traced her lips with the tips of his fingers before finally briefly pressing his lips to hers …

“Alex, Alex …?” Ray was shaking her trying to get her to wake, “Alex, someone wants to say somethin’ to you!”

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes not wanting to break the contact that she’d just experienced, his mouth on hers. Her hand went instinctively to her mouth as her eyes shot over what she expected to be his sleeping form only to find that he was sitting up watching her, an amused expression on his face. “Guess you felt that then?” He asked.

She nodded, happy that he was awake; she struggled to get out of her seat and to him. Ray helped, his arms pushing her up from behind and helping her move to the edge of the bed. Satisfied that she was safely perched on the edge of the bed he turned to leave. “I’ll leave you both to it for the time bein’. I’ll be outside if you need me, just holler!”

“Thanks Ray!” Alex said, turning her attention away from Gene briefly.

Gene grabbed her hand, pulling it to his mouth and kissing it, firmly getting her attention back on him. Her face turned to his, her smile beaming. He returned it with his own. “How long have you been awake?” She asked.

“’Bout ‘alf an ‘our, you looked so content I didn’t want to wake you, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Alex, with all we’ve been through I ‘ave t’ tell you something. I’m not good at things like this!”

She edged her way further up the bed, slipping her arms about him, “Gene, please, you’ll be fine. Just say what you want to say.”

“Ok … I … I … I love you, Alex.”

“I know,” she replied, “And I love you, Gene. Has your strength returned, DCI?” She asked playfully.

“I feel ok, why?”

“Do you think that you’d be able to kiss me?”

“DI Drake, I do believe that there is the very best chance of me being able to do that, come ‘ere!” Gene placed his hand under her chin, drawing her face toward his. He felt her breathing falter slightly as they edged ever closer to one another. Eventually, he grazed his lips gently against hers; teasing her and feeling her begin to pant slightly with anticipation of what was to come. Finally, he gave in, firmly planting his mouth upon hers. He was lost to her and she to him, their kiss ever deepening as it had in her dream, both finally realising that this was where they were meant to be, together.
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