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[missing-mum.livejournal.com]

Who: Molly Drake, open
When: Seconds after her arrival in 1984
Where: Ground floor of the Fenchurch East police station
What: When she reached for the door is was 2019, but when she walked through the doorway it suddenly became 1984
Rating/Warnings: Mind!bend fun, language (maybe?)



It took her a full fifteen seconds to realize that something was wrong. She was so intent on getting upstairs and not being late that she didn't notice that the tiles on the floor were old black and white, rather then the beige of her world. She didn't notice that the desk Sergeant was unfamiliar and wearing the wrong uniform, or that the steps were plain wood instead of carpeting. It wasn't until she reached the top of the stairs and found that the office she shared with three others was filled with chemicals and had a 'janitor' sign nailed to it that she stopped and looked around.

"Bloody hell. I've been here a year; anytime you want to stop the hazing and grow up I'd be happy."

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[bolliknickers.livejournal.com]

"It's complicated here, Mols," Alex explained weakly, laying her hand on the girl's arm and fighting the impulse to spell it all out and keep Molly safe (as safe as she could) from the trouble that could come her way. "But it will be alright."

[unbreakablelion.livejournal.com]

Some people didn't even get a slab. People like Gene. He didn't say it outloud though. Really, how did you ever begin to explain what was going on here? It was so much easier when he didn't know the truth and he just thought people were crazy.

"Course it'll be alright." Gene took another sip of his scotch. "You stick with your mum and the Gene Genie, Molly, and you'll be fine."

[missing-mum.livejournal.com]

"You're kidding me, right. The Gene Genie?" Molly rolled her eyes as she shrugged the hand off her arm. It was too real and made it harder to convince herself this was a dream.

"I need to wake up now. I don't have time to deal with this."

[bolliknickers.livejournal.com]

"She's going to have to work through it on her own," Alex mused, a proud smile pulling at her lips --

But then, oh!, it hit her: the only people, from what Gene had said and from what she'd seen with her own eyes, that fought the idea of this place being real were those who weren't quite dead. Sam, in his coma, and she, herself, fighting for life. A relieved bark of laughter worked out of her throat even as she blinked away tears.

"Gene, she's fighting it! That means -- you know what that means! Ohhh, thank God." Alex turned and cupped Molly's face in her hands, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "You keep fighting to wake up, Molly Anne Drake, and when you wake up, you tell that godfather of ours that I love him very much and that he's clearly done a wonderful job of raising you. And... that I'm sorry."

[unbreakablelion.livejournal.com]

Gene decided not to point out the fact that both she and Sam had both ended up dying eventually. If hope was what Alex needed to cling to, to get through this, then hope she could have.

"Right, happy reunion over with? Let's do some police work then, shall we?" Throwing people into work so they can't focus on the craziness seemed to work well... to a degree at least.

[missing-mum.livejournal.com]

"If I tell Evan that you spoke to me he'll think I need to start seeing a shrink again. He made me go for three years after you... you died." She allowed herself just a moment to breath in her mum's perfume before pulling away.

"This is the strangest dream I've ever had. Yeah, let's do some work."

[bolliknickers.livejournal.com]

"Right. Work."

Alex downed her scotch. "I have a meeting elsewhere. Got to fly." A kiss to Molly's cheek and one to Gene's, and she was out of the office and out of CID with her heels clicking and her mind reeling.

[unbreakablelion.livejournal.com]

Gene knew better than to chase after Alex right now. She would work through things in her own time and in her own way. His door would be open if she needed it and his shoulder more than available.

He gave a sigh and turned his attention back to Molly, picking up her file to glance over it. "So, PC Drake... tell me about yourself? Tell me about your last department?"

[missing-mum.livejournal.com]

Molly watched the empty doorway for a moment before turning back to Gene. "My one and only department has been Fenchurch East. I've been here - there - whatever - for just over a year."

She certainly wasn't going to tell him about her personal life.