{{This is absolute, shameless, utter fluff written for havinhoops, but it's also dedicated to takeoffthenoose and sureshotshaz for being the best team a time-traveling copper in a coma could ask for.

HUGE spoilers for the finale of Ashes to Ashes, so I've cut the whole fic. Seriously, don't read this until you've seen the finale, it'll spoil everything for you.}}

( But, in the end, what she got was exactly what she hadn't expected. )


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Cut for spoilers for the series finale of Ashes to Ashes and shameless fluff.
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Muse: Alex Drake (featuring Gene Hunt), Ashes to Ashes
Prompt: None, just a wee post-finale fic
Verse: Open and canon verses
Word Count: 2208

{{This fic was inspired by RP events at crowdedhour. Basically, in that game, Alex and Chris were taken by a serial killer/vampire, who tortured and killed Alex in front of Chris and then, subsequently, tortured Chris horribly and killed him, too. Although they were eventually resurrected, they still remember the events and this fic stemmed from that.

takeoffthenoose is used with hesitant permission, and I apologize for any potential slaughter of his characterization. All events are non-binding to muses involved.}}


Sometimes at night he still hears her screaming.

She's been haunting the halls like a ghost, he thinks, and Chris would be more proud of the further development of his inner poet if it hadn't come with such a cost. At night, Shaz cradled in his arms, he hears the click of heels past his room and towards the kitchen. He doesn't have any idea what she's doing wandering about at ungodly hours; drinking, or shagging, or doing whatever it was birds do when they're trying to feel like they're not dead anymore.

He tries to sleep, and just as he drifts off to that comforting darkness is when he hears her screaming. He's not daft enough to think it's real, of course; she's fine and Shaz doesn't hear it, and he knows Shaz doesn't because when he stiffens and sits up, sweating in the dark, she looks at him like he's gone mad. He knows it scares the piss out of her, but he doesn't know a think to say to make it better. Because he thinks he has gone mad, and he thinks even after they get out of this godawful place – if they ever get out – Shaz will probably always look at him like he's stranger.

He's sure that's because he isn't who he was. When he looks in the mirror he feels like he's looking down at a stiff in the morgue. ( Alex Drake haunts the halls of the castle, and Chris Skelton just haunts himself. )


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Cut for length and graphic sexual situations.
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Muse: Alex Drake (featuring Chris Skelton), Ashes to Ashes
Prompt: None, inspired by OOC conversations
Verse: And open verse based after the events in this thread (WARNING: Thread depicts scenes of graphic violence and torture.
Word Count: 17198

Alex Drake sits. She sits at the window and stares out over London. She sits at the window in her flat over Luigi’s and stares out over London. And she waits.

She’s not sure what she’s waiting for, if she’s really waiting for anything. She’s spent a long time waiting. Waiting for the phone to ring. Waiting to see her daughter. Waiting for a familiar voice to break through this fantasy and remind her of home. Like what happened to Sam. The way it’s supposed to happen.

( But tonight, there is only quiet. She hasn’t even felt Molly sitting behind her, or felt that painful need to turn around and try to catch a glimpse of her. But Molly isn’t real, not here, anyway. She’s just a fleeting feeling. A fading memory. )
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Cut for Spoilers: Series 1 finale of Ashes to Ashes and minor spoilers for the finale of Life on Mars.
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Muse: Alex Drake
Prompt: None
Verse: Canon
Word Count: 748