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Repetitions of the Future	By : gallygaskins Category: 1 through F > Ashes to Ashes Views: 1464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17 – The decision

“Kind of, I’m Sam, Sam Tyler!”

The words were still ringing in Alex’s ears as another voice, a woman this time, told her that the doctor was ready to see her now. She made her way to the surgery door and knocked. “Come in!” came the muffled reply. She opened the door and stepped through into … God, where was she? It looked like she was in a glass bubble floating around. ‘I know this place,’ she thought, spinning around in the enclosed space. The central bench beckoned so she took a seat and stared out at the ever changing scenery. She’d bought Molly here, for her birthday. She was on the London Eye.

“Mum?”

“Mmm!” Alex said, looking around for the owner of the voice she knew to be Molly. “Moll’s, where are you?”

“Here, behind you!”

She turned around, searching for her. “No you’re not! Come on young lady, where are you really?” She felt the slight tap on her shoulder and turned back to find her daughter standing in front of her. “Molly,” she exclaimed, tears falling, “oh my god, can I touch you, feel you!”

“Of course!” Molly said, opening her arms and placing them about her mother’s neck as Alex closed her own arms around Molly’s body. She couldn’t only feel her, hear her, obviously see her, she could smell her too, the sweet smell of the strawberry bubble bath her daughter always used making her nostrils quiver as she took in deep breaths.

“Mum, are you ok?”

“I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“You haven’t!”

“Then what’s going on? Molls?”

“We’ve turned the machine off, mum. We had too, we couldn’t stand to see you not getting any better, and you were just getting worse and worse. You’re relying more and more on those machines. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be ok!”

“You are?” She realised that this was going to be the last time she was going to see her.

“Yes, Dad’s going to have me when he’s in London, but Evan’s going to take care of me most of the time, like he did with you. It’s all decided, everyone is happy about the arrangement, are you happy about it?”

“Does it matter what I think?”

“Of course it does, mum! Your opinion is the most important; I’d really like to know what you thought.”

“It seems like Evan is only ever going to look after other people’s children,” she sobbed, Molly handed her a handkerchief, taking a seat next to her and comforting her the best she could putting her arm around her and holding her close.

“Actually, mum. He’s been seeing a consultant from the hospital. She’s nice and she likes me too, so when I’m staying with Evan, Rosie’s around too, it’s like living with an aunt and uncle I never knew I had.”

“I’m being replaced.” She wailed.

“No, never, mum. How could you think that, you’re always going to be there, I’ve got so many precious memories of things we’ve done together, like this trip on the eye for my birthday.”

Alex smiled, “yes it was good wasn’t it! I’m just sorry that I’m not going to see you become a woman, with a fantastic career and maybe children of your own.”

“I’m sorry too, but I’ll be fine, and for every occasion I have I’ll light a candle for you and remember you.”

“Yes,” she nodded sadly, “I’m fine with the arrangement, your Dad will have you as normal then and Evan is a great father figure, I mean he brought me up all those years, on his own.”

“What will you do?”

“I’m dead aren’t I?”

“Not at the minute, mum. You’re in a kind of stasis. You need to decide what you want to do, where you want to go; Sam will explain more to you! But please don’t come back to 2007, your life won’t be your own. Besides I think there’s someone waiting for you, in 1981.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because he’s down there, he was obviously trying to figure out a way of getting back to you when he visited us here.” Molly pointed out of the window down to the other side of the river.

Alex rushed to the window, how could this be happening? She followed Molly’s pointed finger down to where a man sat on a bench looking at a newspaper. The glass bubble seemingly moved so that she was close enough to see him, Gene, with his shorter hair, dark suit with its pink pinstripe, the black shirt, pink tie and brogue shoes. “No wonder you changed!” She exclaimed, “how is this happening Molly? Gene’s in 1981 isn’t he?”

“Yes, but I have no control over what’s happening there, only here. These are just images from 2007, well my life, but I can manipulate them to include people we both know. I like him, mum! Very much!”

“You do?”

“Yes, does he make you happy?”

“Yes, Molly, he does. I even think he wants to marry me!”

“That’s good, I was a bit sad when he left, I thought I’d get the chance to get to know him better, but he had to leave suddenly.”

“He told me he like you very much, too. He said it was a shame he hadn’t been able to spend more time with you, he’d have liked that. Thank you!”

“What for?”

“Liking him, being kind to him, he told me how you’d blue-toothed that song over to his phone and showed him how to play it too.”

“My pleasure, mum. That’s when I realised he meant more to you than maybe even he thought. I caught him holding your hand but I never said anything to him. And when he asked for that song, well, I was glad; you’d obviously told him to listen to it.” The bubble went back to its normal shape sitting above the Thames, Molly hugged her mother again. “My time’s nearly up here, I just wanted to let you know that I love you, we all do, I just hope that whatever you decide you realise that I am always there for you, always going to be thinking of you, I’ll never forget you.”

“Nor me, Molly. I love you too. I’ll see you in my dreams!” Molly pointed at the door and Alex was soon back in the waiting room. There were now two chairs with a table in between, she decided upon one and sat down, putting her head in her hands and crying. She felt the table rock slightly as someone took the other chair and placed something on the table. She looked up to see two mugs of tea and a plate of pink wafers.

“I remember when I was here, Alex. Having to decide if I was going to go back home or if I was going to go and get my Annie. It wasn’t the easiest decision I had to make but as I’d already made the first step toward Annie by jumping off that building I guessed that was my better option. This stasis that we’re in isn’t a guarantee to a happier life, there still may be complications, Molly has told you what she thinks so you may think this is easier for you to walk through that other door and walk back into 1981.”

“What are you saying?”

“There are still risks, even if you choose that door doesn’t mean that you will actually live, you may still die.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re not the one’s holding the cards, they are!” He gestured upward toward the ceiling. “When I was last here I had the choice to go back to my life in 1980, back to my wife and child. I gladly took it, wrongly believing that I was immortal, if you like. I made my choice, I wanted to go home, but even though I went through that door I didn’t end up where I expected to be. Sometimes they make decisions that override what you want. Do you understand?”

“Do you still see Annie?”

“I’m with her all of the time, I saw you all earlier on helping her to get ready. She looked absolutely beautiful. I only wished that I could be there to take her and Danny home tonight, put my son to bed and to then make love to her but I have to be content with just watching over her. I miss her.”

“She did look lovely!”

“Yes, that cream dress …” he stopped himself, “so it’s over to you now Alex, you have to decide where you want to be.”

“I know where I want to be, I only wish I could take you back with me.”

“And what exactly would I say, that I was kidnapped for 8 years, or that I’d lost my memory, I might get away with it with Danny, but the others wouldn’t wear it, especially Annie.”

“So what happens now?”

“You just have to walk through one of the doors. Either, to 2007 back through the door behind you, or 1981 through the door behind me.” She turned in her seat, looking over at both doors before finally looking back at Sam, “is there anything you want me to tell Annie?”

“Just, that I love her and I’m always watching out for her and Danny. And that I’m sorry for leaving her on her own. I’m waiting for her.”

“Ok, Sam,” she said taking one of his hands in hers, “I’ll tell her!” She got up from her seat and padded over to the door behind Sam. “Here goes,” she said, looking back to Sam. “Wish me luck?”

“Good luck, Alex! One thing, can you tell the Guv’ something for me?” She nodded, “just tell him that if I’d still been around I’d have taken his kingdom from under him, when he moved to London that was!”

“I’ll tell him,” she said, opening the door that would take her back to 1981 and stepping through.

***************

Annie continued to pump on her chest, “Chris, is there anything at all”, she said to the DC as he lent over Alex’s mouth to see if he could tell if she was breathing yet. He shook his head, still nothing. Jesus, what did they have to do? “Come on, Alex, breathe, please breathe! Where’s the bloody ambulance?” She watched as Chris exhaled two more breaths into Alex’s airway. Alex’s chest inflated again but still nothing. Annie knew there was something she could try, she’d seen a senior officer do it a couple of years before to get one of his colleagues breathing again and it had worked, she slammed her fist down on Alex’s chest, Chris shook his head, “Come on, will ya!” She did it again, Chris shook his head again. “One more try!” Her fist came down harder than she’d expected to.

Alex’s eyes opened wide, the force of Annie’s fist forcing her to cough and splutter as her heart began to pump the much needed oxygen around her veins and vessels. Her breathing was erratic at best but steadily slowed to its normal pace as she realised she had made the jump back to 1981. “Someone must like me!” She joked. Both Chris and Annie looked from one another and back down to the DI, she shouldn’t even have been alive, surely they were way past the 7 minutes. “Where’s Gene?” Alex asked realising that he wasn’t in her line of sight.

“Boss? Someone ‘ere wants t’ talk t’ you!” He shouted over, jubilant with being able to give some good news.

Gene heard his DC call him but he couldn’t think straight, he looked at his watch, 10:57, by rights she’d have been dead for 5 minutes already but they’d obviously stopped, whoever wanted to talk to him could wait. A faint voice, barely audible, called his name. “Alex?” He questioned, dropping the untouched yet burning cigarette that had been sitting in his right hand. He looked over to her limp form, catching sight of Chris and Annie, they were happy, why? Had they actually done it? Was she alive?

He ran over daring to hope that his observations were correct, that she was in fact breathing, talking, laughing. He knelt at her head, Annie and Chris backing off. “Where the hell have you been?” She mocked, “there I was, dead, and you go off throwing your weight around and crying into the night sky.”

“You heard that?”

“No, I saw it, when I was coming too. Can you help me up? I just want to sit!” He sat down next to her as he pulled her into a sitting position allowing her to lean against his chest as she recovered her composure. “I told you you’d never have to let me go!”

“Thanks! Little miss ‘know-it-all’!”

She smiled weakly, “you were right too, Molly asked me not to go back to 2007, and she said that my life wouldn’t be my own. She told me she liked you!”

“She liked me? Very perceptive that girl!”

“Just like her mother. She asked me if you made me happy!”

“What did you tell her?”

“That you were hell to live with and I was as miserable as sin,” she teased.

He grunted, “Really?”

“No, not really, I told her that you made me happy, you make me very happy Gene. I couldn’t bear to be parted from you. I know she’s going to be ok, her father and Evan will look after her and she’ll soon be out in that big wide world looking out for herself. She won’t need me then.”

“She’ll always need you!” He said, brushing the hair from her face as it blew in the slight breeze.

“Mmm, maybe. But I realised something earlier on, before I blacked out, when you were talking about Sam and your ex-wife. I realised that this is where I’m meant to be, Gene. I don’t know why or how, there’s this connection between us that we’ve had since I was a small child of 7 who had been shielded from her parent’s death by the Gene Genie. I love you and I want to be with you. That suburban semi with the kids sounds like an interesting prospect. Kiss me?”

“Of course! I love you, Alex; promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

“I promise I’ll never leave you knowingly, is that ok?”

“That’ll do,” he said as he brought his lips to hers gently caressing, as their own tongue found the other, their kiss deepening. Unnoticed by them, the party of officers that had stood around them in various groups erupted into a raucous rabble encouraging them both to continue their embrace. When they parted they realised that most of their audience were clapping, “think we better carry on with this when we’re behind closed doors,” Gene surveyed, considering whether the colour to Alex’s cheeks was from his kiss or from the minor embarrassment of having everyone on his team watching them intently, such as his own cheeks burned.

“Where’s Annie? I have something to tell her? Alex spluttered as she attempted to get to her feet.

“Hold on, Bols! Wait for me!” Gene said jumping up to his feet and following her as she walked up to Annie, Danny was at Annie’s side.

“Annie? I have a message for you, this might sound really deranged but its all true. Sam sends his love; he wants to let you know that he’s always by your side, watching over you. He say’s he’s waiting for you and that he’s sorry for leaving you on your own to bring up Danny!”

“What?” Annie, Gene, Ray and Chris all shouted together. “Leaving Annie on her own to bring up Danny, Bols are you completely mad or someat!”

“Not completely,” she said, becoming confused by the differing reactions of everyone around her.

“Glad to see you’re back with us!” Alex turned around to see the man himself, Sam Tyler.

“How, why, wait a minute!” She stepped up to him wanting to know the answers to her questions.

Sam lowered his head to her ear and whispered. “I do believe you’re everyone’s guardian angel. You wished for me to come back with you, they let me come back, those powers that be.” He spoke a little louder now, “had a really bad accident in that car, but the Guv’ managed to get me out of that mess and I’m here to tell the tale.” He winked at Alex, before crossing to his wife and child and taking them into his embrace.

‘This place is just too surreal at times,’ she thought but never questioned it.

Gene walked up to her and picked her up, “come on, Alex, I’m taking you home.”

*************

“Where are we going, Gene? Alex asked as the Quattro sped around the streets of the West End of London, “I don’t actually believe we’re going to either mine of yours!”

“Said you were perceptive, didn’t ya! Smarty pants! Spoilt the surprise now,” he sulked, “thought we both deserved to spend the night in a decent bed with no interruptions, is that ok?”

“Sorry!”

“No, I shouldn’t ‘ave snapped at you, just with everything that ‘appened!”

“You cried!”

“No!”

“Yes, you did, I saw you!”

“Ok, I did, I thought I’d lost you!”

“You should know by now DCI Hunt that it’s not easy to loose me!”

“Mmm, like a bad penny that keeps turnin’ up, eh?” She swatted his arm as he laughed heartily. “’Ow ‘bout this place? Looks classy enough for my Bolly!” She swatted his arm again, looking up at the impressive silver grey façade and the chrome canopy they were just about to drive under.

“The Savoy! Can you afford this?” Gene shot her a withering look, of course he could. They got out of the car, Gene reluctantly handing the keys over to the valet, and they walked through the door that had been opened for them by the doorman. Gene strode across the reception area to the desk, Alex reluctantly following feeling decidedly under dressed in her usual skin tight jeans and baggy t-shirt. The receptionist wasn’t making her feel much better either with the snobby stares she was casting in her direction.

“Is Donald ‘bout?” He asked the receptionist.

She picked up the telephone and dialled an extension, “who shall I say wishes to see him?”

“The Manc Lion!” He said, grabbing Alex around her waist and pulling her to him, giving the receptionist one of his brightest smiles before kissing Alex fully on the lips.

“Why did you do that?” She asked.

“You looked a little tense, an’ I wanted to give ‘er someat t’ look at!”

She smiled up at him, “Thank you!”

“My pleasure!” He beamed, noticing that they now had company. “Donald, ‘ow’s life in the South treating ya?” He greeted his friend with a firm handshake.

“Very well, Gene, and you? Heard you transferred down, did wonder when I was going to see you. So what can I do for you?”

“I’m great, absolutely grand, mate. This is my …”, ‘woman, other half, girlfriend’, “my wife, Alex.” He noticed the bewildered look on Alex’s face, and Donald’s watchful eye as he hovered over the wedding finger of Alex’s hand with no sign of a ring upon it. “Donald, we don’t advertise it. We work together an’ it could be dangerous for either one of us, you know!”

Donald nodded his head in understanding, Alex was just appalled but happy with his downright lie. “What is such a lovely girl like you, doing with him?” He gestured toward his friend. “I’ve known this guy a long time; he’s not exactly the most charming man in the world!”

“No, he’s not!” She said catching Gene’s bright blue eyes, “but he loves me. And I love him, very much!”

“I can see that, got you good and proper this one, eh?” He elbowed Gene in the ribs. “So, you’re after a suite? For the weekend?”

“That would be good, yeah, thanks!”

“My pleasure, Gene. It still doesn’t come close to what I owe you.”

“It’s a start!”

“Suite 602 appears to be available!”

“But that’s the Bri…” the receptionist was cut off by Donald.

“Yes, the Bridal Suite, Connie. Put it down to me, ok.” He told her as he found the room key and passed it over to Gene, “thank you, Mr & Mrs Hunt, for staying with us, consider this your ‘early’ wedding present!”

They couldn’t believe their eyes when Gene had finally managed to open the door to suite; they stepped into a living area first with two huge sofas and a large dining room table. Everything was very traditional but it had a calming effect, the colours were deep but passionate. Gene took his coat off and threw it over the first sofa wandering over to the window that overlooked the river, “Christ, there’s a great view from up ‘ere! Where the ‘ell are you?”

“In the bathroom!” She replied, “there’s a bath in here that’s big enough for the two of us!”

He’d taken his boots off so he was able to creep up behind her. His arms went around her waist, making her jump at his sudden touch but she was still willing to allow him to pull her back into his embrace and rest his chin on her shoulder. He surveyed the huge marble vessel that had been sunk into the floor. “Probably big enough for the whole damn team, but it’ll do us rightly enough. An’ ‘ave you seen the size of that bed in there, Jesus, we can ‘ave some fun in that, eh? Are you hungry?”

“Famished!”

“I’ll order some food then an’ you run a bath, I could do with getting out of these sweaty things an’ gettin’ a good wash, I think you could t’!” He kissed her neck, “I’ll be back in two shakes …”

Alex opened the taps and let the warm water fill the bath, mixing with the bubble bath she’d found on the counter with the two sinks in it. The lavender scent filled the room making her slightly heady but decided that a good scrub was what she definitely needed. She grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and put the bottles by the taps, peeling off her clothes and placing them on the chair opposite the door. Lowering herself into the warm scented bubbles she lent back allowing herself to be totally immersed, before sitting back up, wiping the hair back over her head and scrubbing the make up from her face.

Gene quickly finished his order and strolled back into the bathroom, “we’ve got half an hour, ok?” He asked as he quickly dispensed with his items of clothing and laid them with Alex’s on the chair. “We’ll get housekeeping to wash ‘em shall we?” He muttered, his voice low and demure. She’d been watching him intently and as he crossed the room it had been her first opportunity to fully take in the vision of the man that she loved, the man that had so enthusiastically and passionately made love to her twice in the last 24 hours. It was hard to believe it had only happened last night but she was glad, she seemed like it had been a lifetime coming but thankful that it had taken as long as it had, there was no way she could have ever respected Gene the way she did now if they hadn’t waited as long as they had. “Enjoying the view?” She nodded, smiling up at him, his face beaming back. He indicated that he was going to get in behind her so she moved forward to let him in, leaning back against his chest when he was settled.

“Were you absolutely disgusted wit’ what I said?” He asked as he stroked the lavender lathered flannel over Alex’s shoulders and breasts.

“Mmm, what?” She asked, her body wanting to shut down with the subtle touches of Gene’s hand encased in the flannel as he skimmed over her skin. “Disgusted with what?”

“About you being my wife?”

Alex sat up and turned to look at him, “is this a proposal?”

“I suppose, unofficially!” She didn’t know what to say, “Alex?”

She gulped, thinking about how to respond. “Umm?”

“Well either you do or you don’t?”

“Gene, unofficially, yes! But I want an official proposal, when you’re ready,” she responded leaning back against him and allowing him to continue washing her.

He smiled to himself, all he had to do now was get the ring and ask her officially. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Spending it with you, in bed, I shouldn’t wonder!” She replied, a broad grin appearing on her face as thoughts of Gene giving her her Christmas present came flooding into her head, ‘definitely a sewer in there’, she thought.

“Sounds like a plan, yours or mine?”

“How about ours, no point on wasting money on two separate rents is there.”

“No, good idea, we’ll start lookin’ Monday!”
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