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It had been a slow day, so when Shaz rushed into CID alight with the news that someone was threatening to jump off the building across the street from the Met, Alex's heart jumped ever so slightly with excitement.
Shoving Sam Tyler's file into her desk (she had been blankly staring at it for over an hour), Alex grabbed her blazer and made a beeline for the door. She had been preoccupied - not even by Sam, so much, as thoughts about Jack Harkness. Jack bloody Harkness and his disappearing act. Alex had never had anyone disappear straight from her arms before; timing aside, she had started to honestly wonder how far gone she really was. She had enjoyed her short time with him, but now she was left, again, with a bunch of unanswered questions and ghostly figures and a life that didn't make sense anymore.
"Oy, Bolly, that's not CID business," Gene Hunt barked from his office, glowering at her in his special way from behind the desk as she approached the door.
"They'll need a negotiator," she argued. "Someone to talk him down. You know I'm more qualified than anyone else in the building."
He grunted. Alex, luckily, was fluent in the grunting language of lardy fascists and understood it meant "Fine, do what you want."
So she slipped out the door and made her way to the street, heading towards the congregation of coppers who stood, staring up at the roof with blank and helpless looks on their faces. She peered along with them at the figure, able to only just make out his features in the glaring sunlight of the fading day.
As recognition hit her, Alex Drake realized her boring day was about to get a lot more interesting.
Shoving Sam Tyler's file into her desk (she had been blankly staring at it for over an hour), Alex grabbed her blazer and made a beeline for the door. She had been preoccupied - not even by Sam, so much, as thoughts about Jack Harkness. Jack bloody Harkness and his disappearing act. Alex had never had anyone disappear straight from her arms before; timing aside, she had started to honestly wonder how far gone she really was. She had enjoyed her short time with him, but now she was left, again, with a bunch of unanswered questions and ghostly figures and a life that didn't make sense anymore.
"Oy, Bolly, that's not CID business," Gene Hunt barked from his office, glowering at her in his special way from behind the desk as she approached the door.
"They'll need a negotiator," she argued. "Someone to talk him down. You know I'm more qualified than anyone else in the building."
He grunted. Alex, luckily, was fluent in the grunting language of lardy fascists and understood it meant "Fine, do what you want."
So she slipped out the door and made her way to the street, heading towards the congregation of coppers who stood, staring up at the roof with blank and helpless looks on their faces. She peered along with them at the figure, able to only just make out his features in the glaring sunlight of the fading day.
As recognition hit her, Alex Drake realized her boring day was about to get a lot more interesting.
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"When you say you woke up, how? Where? Because I've got a feeling it wasn't like I woke up --trust me, I'm unique there-- What happens to me can't happen to you. You're right though, that this feels real. It's not a dream, I know that much."
He took his glass again and downed the contents in one.
"An escort? Really now, I left all that behind me years ago." He said, and shot a wink in her direction.
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"I woke up in hospital. My little girl was there, waiting for me. I was so happy for this all to be over, to be home again." Her lips had curved into a fond smile, one that faded as she continued to tell her story. "And that's when... I started to hear them. Calling to me, asking me for help, telling me to come back. I dreamt about them, every night. And I sent Molly away, because I couldn't bear to look at her, knowing that not every bit of me wanted to be back with her."
She pressed her lips together, trying to reign in the longing and ache that overtook her heart. "What kind of mother does that, Jack? It was like I had forgotten what it felt like to be real. And just when I thought my world was crumbling again, I woke up here. I came back."