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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 12 – Talk of staying!

Within the next couple of days, Alex found herself in a routine that she rather enjoyed. In Gene’s absence from work and with Ray still working as acting DI, she’d made herself available for a few hours per day. Unable to participate in active duty she was still able to build profiles and help out with routine investigations.

As soon as visiting hours arrived at the hospital she would be sat next to Gene until she was virtually forced to leave by a staff nurse and the ever attentive Ray. This would always take the form of an initial formal meeting of minds, discussing cases and trying to come up with solutions, before they engaged in playful chatter and enjoyable embracing. Neither broached the subject of 2007, both deciding that an exchange of this nature may be too upsetting for the time being. Alex didn’t want to know just yet, she was too happy and content with things as they were. Gene knew he’d have to say something but decided to wait until he had at least been released.

Her daily ritual would always end up at Luigi’s for something to eat before spending the night at Gene’s, she felt unable to meet the confines of her own abode until Gene was able to be there with her. Markham was still at large and even though, she reasoned with herself, he would never have the balls to do what Layton had done she wasn’t going to take any chances. The first afternoon she’d visited with Gene she’d asked if she could use his place for the time being, he’d been more than happy to let her, knowing that she would be safe there. She’d been more than happy too, she knew she’d never be allowed to stay in the hospital, this would be the next best thing until he was home and then …

“… And then what, Alex?” She’d asked herself after letting herself into Gene’s apartment a couple of weeks after he’d woken from his coma. “What is going to miraculously happen when he returns home? Is he going to keep asking you to stay over? Will he then ask you to move in? Eventually ask you to marry him?” ‘Marry him!’ She thought, ‘where had that come from? And what about 2007?’ She knew that she’d have to ask soon, ask about her lying in that hospital bed, ask about her recuperation ask about Molly and Evan. But that could wait, at least for now, she just wanted to bury her head in the sand and wait for Gene to come home. And if the doctors were right than that could possibly be the weekend. She smiled, walking into the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of whiskey.

She’d initially felt self-conscious about being there. Ok, so she’d asked him and he’d accepted but she’d found it difficult to be surrounded by his things for those first few nights, especially considering he wasn’t actually there. She’d felt like a trespasser, she’d even left a couple of carrier bags of clothing she’d bought laying in the hallway before realising that she was being stupid, found some coat hangers and hung them in his wardrobe. Overridden by guilt, she hadn’t hesitated in telling him what she’d done in case her actions were perceived to be a bit forward in his eyes but his amused expression silenced her. He’d had hold of her hands attempting to still they’re shaking and informing her that he didn’t consider her actions anything more than what they were on the surface, he didn’t believe her to have any agenda; she wasn’t comfortable in her own home then, of course, she should make herself at home in his, in fact, he’d insisted upon it. He’d kissed her then, before telling her that he would be more than happy to go home and find her expensive frilly knickers and bras invading his sock drawer.

She sat down on the nearest chair and pulled off her shoes, absently scratching at the plaster as the healing skin and bone beneath itched like crazy. At least it would only be on her leg now for two more weeks. She’d had to resort to wearing skirts flashing her good leg at every opportunity to an easily pleased DCI. He’d noted how the silky fabrics would hitch a little higher as she’d manage to find a safe spot at his side giving him a better view of her appendages. He’d tell her she was doing nothing for his blood pressure. She’d tease him back asking him what else it was she could do, leaving him to his thoughts and conjured up images of the time he was about to stamp her perfectly formed right buttock.

She needed to get comfortable and moved stealthily into the bedroom now that she was used to the crutches. Swiftly she removed her clothing and replaced it with her new midnight blue satin nightshirt, looking at herself in the mirrored door of the wardrobe. ‘Good enough,’ she thought, even with the cast and crutches. The neckline gave away just enough sight of her cleavage and she hoped that Gene would think it was good enough too, if she ever got the chance to wear it for him. “What am I doing?” She questioned herself sadly.

Her final ablutions had always ended with a ritual walk around of Gene’s bathroom, smelling his scents and filling her mind with him before she was able to go to bed and imagine him there with her again. Although they both had been overdressed on that occasion she always hoped that they would eventually be as close as two people in love could be. She settled into the pillows and wrapped the duvet around her, even though Gene had been in hospital for a few weeks he was still there, his odour mingling with hers, dragging her into the most blissful recurring sleep she had had since she’d arrived in 1981. It usually took a number of whiskeys or a bottle of wine to get her to sleep like this and if she were truly honest that had been one of the two main reasons she generally found her way down those stairs from her flat into Luigi’s restaurant. The other would be the company she knew she would invariably find, never caring what mood he would be in, just knowing that to be near him was to live even if for those first four months she still only considered him to only be a construct of her over active imagination.

But, she’d reasoned, they were real, all of them; Gene, Ray, Chris, Shaz and even Luigi. There was no possible way that she could ever make up all of the things that were going on. She had only been a child when Lord Scarman had started on his rampage of policing methods and she hadn’t a clue about Tom Robinson’s involvement with Gay Rights at that time, so why would she imagine those things. And then there were her kisses with Gene, even her mind wasn’t that good. If she’d truly imagined their shared embraces then why were things happening in them that she wouldn’t even think of, like the way he held her sometimes, his hands caressing parts of her body that she had never been made aware of by previous lovers or even the way he nibbled her neck and earlobes, twirling her hair around his fingers as he continued his rampage, even down to words he’d use when he’d talk to her. She’d never felt this good about anything in her life and even though she was living it in 1981 it was the best place she could think of being, better than lying in some hospital bed in 2007.

As she lay there, summoning up fantasies of Gene, she thought back to their earlier conversation. “So, Alex, what do you want t’ do on Saturday night, then? Seeing as I’m discharged during the day sometime.” Gene had asked of her.

“Whoa, Gene! Aren’t you meant to be at home recuperating for a week or so before you’re thinking of gallivanting all over London?”

“Bolly, I don’t know what hospitals are like in 2007, but in 1981 they don’t let you out unless they know you’re able to ‘ave a little jig down the ol’ discothèque an’ look after yerself.”

Her eyebrows rose to the ceiling. “Well, to be honest,” she started, a mischievous grin appearing over her face, “I’d rather stay at home, to be honest with you!”

“Alex, wait, there are some things that need to happen. Firstly, we need to get you back into your flat, secondly,” his face was serious, his pout had returned, he hoped that she would understand. “I want to wait for that, I want to court you properly!”

Alex turned her head away from him, unsure of what feelings she was meant to be experiencing. He wanted to wait; she hadn’t seen that one coming. But if that was what he wanted then she would most definitely oblige. The thought that he actually wanted to court her excited her, she’d never really had that before.

Unfortunately, Gene had taken her reaction as an adverse one, he had to say something to her and quickly, he needed to get her back on side, make her understand where he was coming from. “I don’t want t’ rush this, Alex,” he began, using her name as a way of getting through to her. “I’ve done that, all me life. Did it wit’ the wife, we started courting, not two minutes later an’ we were wed an’ in bed together, maybe if we’d taken it steadier then either we’d still ‘ave a good relationship an’ she’d ‘ave not chosen to run off wit’ the milkman, so to speak, or we’d ‘ave ne’er got married in t’ first place. An’ that’s all I’ve done since too, rushin’ into things with countless women. I don’t want that wit’ you, I respect you too much for that and you’re worth more than that to me. I want t’ take this steady wit’ you because I want this to last … forever. I love you, Alex and …” Gene was suddenly stopped from saying anything further as Alex firmly planted her mouth upon his.

She broke away, she needed him to understand why she had looked away in the first place, “Remember I told you that things were very different in 2007,” she watched him nod his head, “well, one of the things that’s kind of expected in modern relationships is that if someone takes you to dinner they get something in return. It doesn’t always happen but I haven’t been fortunate enough to find anyone that wanted to treat me with that much respect. I’m honoured you feel this way, honoured and flattered. If this is what you want then that’s fine, it’ll give us an opportunity to really get to know one another. I like the idea of being courted actually, thank you for suggesting it.”

Gene took her hands in his and gently laid them in his lap. “Thank you, I thought for one minute there that you didn’t like the idea.”

Alex smiled. “I’ll just have to keep imagining you in my dreams for the moment though, won’t I?” She asked playfully.

“I only hope I can live up to your expectations.” He countered.

“With what I’ve already experienced, Gene, I don’t think that is going to be a problem,” she said honestly, “especially if that drawing is anything to go by!”

“What drawing?”

Alex looked at him in surprise, “I think you know which drawing, Mr Hunt. I’m not quite sure that you taking me over the office desk is a good idea,” Gene realised she was talking about his doodle, he’d put it in his sock drawer never expecting her to find it. Alex continued, “but I’m willing to have a go if you really want to. When did you draw it?”

“It was the day that we went to see Chas Cale, the day that I had an attack of old age and you kept tellin’ me I wasn’t even past my prime.”

“Well, you’re not,” she protested, “So was this before or after you were about to give me mouth-to-mouth?”

“Before, and, before you ask, it was when you strolled into my office, basically telling me to stop being so stupid, believe in me instincts and then proceeded t’ give me a flash of your ample cleavage when you lent over me desk.”

“That desk has proved useful then, did I do that often, show you my cleavage?”

“I think,” he said, still smiling from her question, “that you know exactly how often you showed me your cleavage.”

“Perhaps, probably as many times as you actually saved me.” They both shared a moment, each gazing into the other’s eyes with a mutual appreciation of what had happened between them.

“So, where are we goin’ to go on Saturday night? Somewhere where we can be alone and not get accosted by anyone. Luigi’s is definitely out, especially with his continuous banter about why you and I should be together, etc, God love him!”

“Yes, I’ve been getting that every night since I’ve been going back. He keeps asking me why I’m thinking of leaving you behind to nurse your broken heart, what I must be thinking of to leave you on your own.”

“What ‘ave you told him?” Gene asked, unsure of whether he wanted to hear what she was going to say.

“I’ve told him that it’s taken me a long relentless laborious time to come up with my decision. Do you remember what you said to me when you were in 2007?”

“Vaguely,” he was sullen now.

“Gene, you told me that the chances of me having a normal life in 2007 were practically nil, and that was if I woke up out of the coma. What kind of life would I have there, none. I’m staying here, living a real life, with you, if you’ll have me.”

“But what happens if you do wake up in 2007?”

“I don’t want to think about it!”

“We ‘ave too!”

“I have absolutely no idea what is going to happen to me, but I know this. I have never felt this way about anyone in my life before, not even with my ex-husband. The last thing I want to do knowingly is leave you. I will make every effort to stay here, I promise.”

Gene accepted what she had to say, for the time being at least. He persisted with his earlier question, “where are we going to go on Saturday?”

“How about that little bistro on Sumner Street?”

“Ok,” Gene answered, “you don’t think it will piss Luigi off ‘e knows we’ve gone somewhere else, do you?”

“I think he’ll be ok with it, he’ll realise we need some space.” Alex caught Gene’s eye, “so I suppose you’ll want me to move back into mine then?”

“Alex,” Gene started, “I’m happy for you t’ stay at mine but it’ll make things difficult and I really want to do this properly, if you really don’t want to go back there maybe we can find somewhere else for you.”

“I’m being stupid.”

Gene folded her into his embrace, “No, you’re not. Look, I’ll stay wit’ you for a couple a nights if you want, t’ make you feel safe an’ all.”

“Thank you that would probably be a good idea, now I’ve got to think about what to wear on our date.”

“Well, I always think that somethin’ slutty always works.”

“Mmm, I was thinking more sophistication and sexy.”

“I don’t recall you actually havin’ anythin’ like that in your wardrobe.”

Alex swatted Gene’s arm playfully. “You’ll be surprised, mind you I think it’s about time I spent some of my hard and, if I say so myself, well earned pay on something new. Probably have to get some new underwear too.”

“God, Bols, you know exactly how t’ get me goin’. Think you better go before I take you physically on this bed.”

Alex, contemplated that for a while, and smiled, “let’s wait until Saturday Gene, shall we? I’ll see you tomorrow!” She kissed him not wanting to let the moment end.

“Yeah, tomorrow, Bols!” He answered, reluctantly letting her go.

As she drifted off to sleep, blissful images of Gene taking her on that hospital bed invaded her mind. “Court me Gene,” she muttered, “take as long as you like, I’ll be ready to show you how I feel, when you are!”
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