I'd like to start off by thanking everyone who has read or reviewed The End is Where we Start From. This is just a little epilogue to show what happened after the story ended. The ending wasn't orignally going to have the funeral but I felt that there was someone else who probably needed a happy ending too.
Disclaimer: As per usual, I don't own Ashes to Ashes.
Alexandra Elizabeth Hunt looked at her reflection in the mirror. The years had been good to her but today she felt every bit of her 62 years. She looked sideways at the late edition of the newspaper and paled once more. She'd already been sick when she first saw the headline and was glad that Gene was out with Ray and Chris, as it would've meant answering questions that she wasn't sure she could answer just yet. She really wished that they were back in their villa in Spain and not back in Blightly today of all days, but her eldest daughter (by two minutes) Jessica was getting married and she just had to have a July wedding. She didn't know why her daughter was getting married at twenty four but that was straying from the point.
It had all happened earlier today, but for Alex it had been twenty seven years since it had happened. Twenty seven years in which she'd tried to: fight against destiny, lost people she'd loved for a second time, fell in love, got married and had three beautiful children (one set of twin girls and a son) all of whom she was extremely proud of. Jessica was a teacher at a primary school in West London, her twin sister Ava was on her way to becoming a designer and their son (named by Gene as per their agreement all those years ago) Sam was following in both his parents footsteps. He'd achieved a first in psychology and had not long enrolled in the force. Her marriage to Gene was still going strong, they still fought like cat and dog as they were both passionate people but the majority of their arguments had been resolved in the bedroom. She looked at her watch and saw that it was half past four and roughly 7 and a half hours ago she'd been shot even though for her twenty seven years had happened since then. She wondered what Molly was doing now, did she even know that her mother had been shot. She realised that in about a day or two her younger self that was currently lying somewhere with a bullet in her brain would be dead. She felt the beginnings of a headache and briefly wondered if the cause was the physical memory of the bullet or from thinking about the incident too much.
She took another at the headline glaring at her:
MET DETECTIVE MISSING AFTER HOSTAGE SITUATION
She began to contemplate what she would eventually tell Gene when he read the paper or saw it on the news. She sighed she was supposed to be getting for the rehearsal dinner, and in a dark corner of her mind she wondered if her husband would drink enough to not want to reach the news.
Later that night, they walked through the door of their suite in the hotel where the wedding would be taking place on Saturday afternoon. The rehearsal dinner had been lovely and had reduced Alex to tears when Jessica had made a speech in which she'd said that in twenty five she hoped that her and Steve were just as happy and still as much in love as her parents were.
"Do yeh remember our wedding day?" Gene asked
"How could I forget it?" she replied "I was pregnant with Jessica and Ava, Ray made an interesting speech about how he always knew that there was something going on between us and how he knew that you had it bad from the minute you realised that I was the new Detective Inspector and Chris got so drunk that he had to sleep it off in one of the flats above Luigi's." she replied "Oh and I'll never forget the look on Ray's face when Yvonne had caught the bouquet even though they'd only been dating for two months. It really scared him" she added thinking back to the moment when Ray's girlfriend - who eventually made an honest man out of him - had caught the bouquet.
"I miss him you know," Gene said cutting through her thoughts.
"Who? Ray? You saw him earlier" Alex replied as Chris, Shaz, Ray and Yvonne had been at the rehearsal dinner. Mainly because the four were old family friends, Joanna and David (Chris and Shaz's children) were friends with Jessica, Ava and Sam. Plus Jessica's fiancé Steve was Ray's nephew.
"No Luigi, yeh daft mare." Gene replied
"I know, I miss him too," she said "It wasn't the same after he died was it?" she added. Luigi had died of a major heart attack in the summer of 1986 not long after Sam had been born, things at Fenchurch East hadn't been the same after that day.
"I think his death started the break up of our team." Gene commented
"Well that and your promotion of course." Alex said. Not long after Luigi had died, Gene got a call offering him the position of Superintendent up in his old stomping ground and the whole family had relocated to Manchester. Chris and Shaz had stayed in London while Ray and Yvonne had moved to Bristol after Ray got offered a DI position at one of the police stations.
She sat down on the sofa, next to Gene after handing him a drink. As Gene moved to switch on the TV, she felt a sharp pain flit across her forehead.
"Yeah I'm just going to freshen up." she replied heading towards the bathroom. He watched her leave, the look of concern growing in his eyes growing with every step she took until his attention was claimed by a news report on the television.
From the bathroom, she could hear the sound of Simon McCoy's voice. Then she heard the words that she'd been dreading all day:
"Fears are growing for the safety of missing Detective Inspector Alex Drake who was last seen driving away from the South bank after…"
"Alex, could you come here for a moment." Gene called out drowning out the rest of the report.
She sighed, she knew this was it. She walked out to the main room. She looked at him as he waved in the direction of the TV where there was a picture of herself twenty seven years younger.
"Do yeh remember all those years ago when I held a tape in front of yeh and said 'If I mean anything at all to you, Alex, you'll talk to me.'?" he asked. Alex nodded in reply. "And then you told me about how yeh were from the future." he added "An' how I didn't believe yeh. Well I'm going to ask you again and this time I swear I'll believe yeh."
"It all started when I was taking Molly to school on the day of her twelfth birthday. Today, but it feels like a lifetime ago…it was a lifetime ago. She was reading from the case file of one of the colleagues I was researching…Sam Tyler. I remember it so vividly as she was reading it out loud:
"'My name is Sam Tyler, I had an accident and I woke up in 1973. Was I mad? In a coma? Or back in time? Whatever had happened it was like I was on a different planet. If I could figure out why I was here than maybe I could get back home.' Yeah whatever, that is so lame."
"Return the classified document thank you. What did Evan get you for your birthday Mols?" …
She sat back down next to him and told him everything and leaving nothing out. She also told him how the end of her life in 2008 was the start of her new life with him, and the rest of the gang in the 1980's.
It was a strange feeling, being at your own funeral, or so Alex reasoned as she and Gene sat at the back of the tiny church were her funeral was being held. She didn't know why they were here. It made her regret 'accidentally on purpose' running into Evan outside St. John's hospital on the day that her younger self died. When he'd told her why he was there, Alex had portrayed the right amount of sadness for an old acquaintance. He'd then asked her if she and Gene would mind attending the funeral as it was thanks to them that she hadn't been killed by Layton in 1983.
"We don't have to go," Gene had said earlier that day.
"No, I want to go, get some closure. See Molly one last time." she replied.
And that was how she had come to be here at her own funeral. They left the church, with the rest of the congregation and loitered at the back as the coffin was lowered into the ground. Alex was glad that she was being buried next to her parents, it felt right…to her at least. She caught sight of Molly stood beside Evan with tears streaming down her cheeks. As she watched her daughter cry, Alex felt her own tears begin to form and fall.
"You ok?" Gene asked.
"Yes, it's just no mother likes to see her child upset. Even if it's one you haven't seen for 27 years." she replied wiping her tears away. Gene followed Alex's eye line and saw who she was looking at. "Ok, lets go." she added. As they turned to leave, they heard someone come up behind them.
"Alex, Gene, you decided to come after all." Evan said catching up with them. "It means a lot to me. You did help me get custody after all."
"It was no trouble at all." Alex replied "Anyway, we have to be going, our daughter Ava wants to give us a preview of some of her new collection before she has her interview at the Fashion council next month to see if she'll get a slot at London Fashion week."
"Ok, but would you two mind waiting here a moment before you go, there's someone I'd like you to meet." he replied before heading back to the graveside.
"You don't think he means…" Alex tailed off turning to face Gene.
"Dunno Lady B," he replied. She smiled at him as he used one of his many old nicknames for her.
"Alex, Gene, this is Molly, she was Alex's daughter." Evan said introducing them to a 12 year old girl with mousey hair, and had Alex's eyes. "Molly, this is Gene and Alex Hunt they…" Evan tailed off as he noticed Molly looking up at Alex inquisitively.
"Just like Sam Tyler," Molly muttered under her breath before moving over to Alex and hugging her. Alex was startled for a moment before reciprocating the hug. "You were right, you said I might see you one last time." she said. Gene watched as Evan picked up the letter that had fallen from Molly's jacket pocket. The letter which Alex had given her the day she died.
I hope you liked it. If you did you know what to do. There are plans for a sequel, which isn't going to have any drama, just showing what happened in the 25 years between chapter 12 and the epilogue.