Jess's Lost Book

Title: The Decision of the Flower
Author: Jess_Who
Fandom: Ashes To Ashes
Pairings: Alex, mentions of Gene & Molly.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: Only a fan, not the owner.. :(
Note: Honesty i don't where some of this rubbish spouts from.

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Plucking at the silken blooms she whispers "Real, not real, real" under her breath, allowing her prize to slip through her fingers like old tear drops.
She watches the petals collect in the breeze, scuttling across tarmac and starts on another "1982, 2008, 1982"
She tried not to think too hard about how it always falls on the wrong one.
Real. 1982
As the wind becomes harsher she decides she's not ready to face the storm, leaving the ground littered with little flowers. Alex's lunch break is over and today is another day that she can't choose between. Between her secrets.
Molly Or Gene.

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Title: What number tunnel's this?
Author: Jess_Who
Fandom: Ashes To Ashes
Pairings: Alex, Gene, Ray and Chris
Spoilers: Opening sequence for Series 2
Rating: 12
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #333 'Police' for Writer's Choice
Disclaimer: Only a fan, not the owner.. :(


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"We're meant to be the police for Christ sake"
To be perfectly honest map reading never was her one of her strong points and now she was having to put up with the ranting and raving of her colleagues as they made there stumbling retreat through waist deep water, to the nearest exit.
"Haven't you heard Raymondo, police's job to wade through shit" Gene huffed flicking a thrown in Alex's direction as he struck his lighter to illuminate their watery path.

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"69, 96 easy mistake to make." Alex mumbled to her empty flat as she set about clean Gene's snake skinned boots.


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Title: Kiss Me Harder
Author: Jess_Who
Fandom: Ashes To Ashes
Pairings: Alex & Gene
Rating: PG/12 (Kissing?)
Word Count: 396
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor anything in it belong to me :(


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She wanted to see how far she could push him before he would snap.
If there was one thing she could do well, it was make him mad, infuriatingly so. The only problem was that he was capable of the same and it made her quickly lose sight of what her purpose was in this silly game of out smarting eachother.

Alex's eyes are burning with a barely contain emotion that he had not seen in recent months, not since the car bomb and he's relishing in it. He loves the way the Alex he knows shines through in a good wrestle of words.
They where close, too close. Less than an inch between their nose's and still they were shouting. Before he knows it he's stepped over some invisible line and she's forcing her hands against his chest, angrily bunching a fistful of shirt and shoving him harshly into his filing cabinet. The bang echoing around them.
A man never to allow a situation to slip out of his control, he pins her wrist's down to her side's, their eye interlocking and he is so close he can feel the heavy rise and fall of her chest and her breath coming out in puffs against his lips.
Neither of them move, they just stand there pressed against the warmth of the other, silently daring the other to be the first to act.
He realizes this maybe his only chance. There is the acknowledged chance that all he will get in return is a knee to the valuable's, but it would be worth it to feel her lips on his.
So before she has a chance to move away he releases his hold on her wrist's and instead weaves them into her soft curls and brings his mouth down on to Alex's.
She tastes of tea and banana with a slight under play of toothpaste, her lips are soft and plump against his and he knows it will end sooner than he would like.
In her reluctance to summit to the onslaught of his tongue like he had half hoped, she fights back with her own mouth. Biting his lips with painful abandonment, as she thrusts her own tongue into his.
When they part for oxygen he knows his mouth will be as swollen as her's, his lip may even be split, but he still wants her to kiss him harder.

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Title: Message Without An Envelope
Author: Jess_Who
Fandom: Ashes To Ashes 
Pairings: Alex, Molly & Gene
Rating: PG
Word Count: 523
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor anything in it belong to me :(
Notes: Written in response to Prompt Challenge #322 'Postcard' on Writer's_Choice 

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- a card, often bearing a photograph, picture, etc., on one side, (picture postcard), for sending a message - (TheFreeDictionary)

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If it wasn't for her heavy breathing, anyone would think her a statue. She's trapped inside her mind listening to postcard voices from her future.
"a bullet wound to the head" .... "even if she does wake the damage is already done" .... "Molly she'll need 24 hour care, she won't have any motor or vocal functions, you don't that for her, do you?" .... " You need to say goodbye now, Molly"
Alex lent forward in her chair and pressing the back of her hand to her mouth in order to silence the sobs racking through her.
There isn't some great goal at the end of this, a connection that will send her home. She's denied it for so long and it hurts more for it, she had been clinging to that last bit of hope that she would see her daughter again.

When the team arrive to find her shaking form sitting in the dark, Gene takes her aside. "I'm staying hhh here, I'm not, my daughter, I'll never see her again" Her tears fall on to his coat and she holds onto him, like he's the only think she has left.
"Dead" Alex doesn't realize she's saying her thoughts aloud until he mutters Molly's name gently under his breath. She doesn't correct him, doesn't say 'No it's me that's dead', because it's easier to let him think that her daughters dead, he wouldn't believe her if she said Molly's was alive in 2008 and although she had Evan White she was now without her mum.

"Mummy" At the sound of her voice Alex slumps in Gene's arm, her eyes close and her face becomes deadly calm.
"Mummy, I'm sorry" Alex knows this is the last time she'll see her daughters face, so she lets her eyes roam freely, drinking in every detail and committing them to memory "They're switching your life machine off, we have minutes. Mummy i don't want you to go"
Alex held out her arms for her daughter and then shes holding her, like she's wanted to do for so many months. She buries her nose in mousy brown hair and inhales the scent of flowers and bubble gum.
She doesn't want to lose this, wants to spend forever hugging her little girl. But all too soon the minutes are up and its time for the last farewells.
"Mum" Molly's the first to pull away, but Alex retains as much contact with her as she can, gently rubbing her tears away "I lo, i love you so much"
"Oh Molls i love you too, i tired so hard to get back to you Molly, i really did" Alex pressed her lips to Molly forehead in a lingering kiss, still whispering how much she loves her, when she pulls back and opens her eyes it's to find she has gone and Gene's in her place.

At first she still sleeps with her TV on, sits at her desk waiting for the phone to ring or the lights to flicker out. But the messages haven't returned and in her sleep she can hear the gaps in futuristic bleeps on a heart monitor lengthening.

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"Goodbye Mummy"


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If it wasn't for her heavy breathing, anyone would think her a statue. She's trapped inside her mind listening to postcard voices from her future.
"a bullet wound to the head" .... "even if she does wake the damage is already done" .... "Molly she'll need 24 hour care, she won't have any motor or vocal functions, you don't that for her, do you?" .... " You need to say goodbye now, Molly"
Alex lent forward in her chair and pressing the back of her hand to her mouth in order to silence the sobs racking through her.
There isn't some great goal at the end of this, a connection that will send her home. She's denied it for so long and it hurts more for it, she had been clinging to that last bit of hope that she would see her daughter again.

When the team arrive to find her shaking form sitting in the dark, Gene takes her aside. "I'm staying hhh here, I'm not, my daughter, I'll never see her again" Her tears fall on to his coat and she holds onto him, like he's the only think she has left.
"Dead" Alex doesn't realize she's saying her thoughts aloud until he mutters Molly's name gently under his breath. She doesn't correct him, doesn't say 'No it's me that's dead', because it's easier to let him think that her daughters dead, he wouldn't believe her if she said Molly's was alive in 2008 and although she had Evan White she was now without her mum.

"Mummy" At the sound of her voice Alex slumps in Gene's arm, her eyes close and her face becomes deadly calm.
"Mummy, I'm sorry" Alex knows this is the last time she'll see her daughters face, so she lets her eyes roam freely, drinking in every detail and committing them to memory "They're switching your life machine off, we have minutes. Mummy i don't want you to go"
Alex held out her arms for her daughter and then shes holding her, like she's wanted to do for so many months. She buries her nose in mousy brown hair and inhales the scent of flowers and bubble gum.
She doesn't want to lose this, wants to spend forever hugging her little girl. But all too soon the minutes are up and its time for the last farewells.
"Mum" Molly's the first to pull away, but Alex retains as much contact with her as she can, gently rubbing her tears away "I lo, i love you so much"
"Oh Molls i love you too, i tired so hard to get back to you Molly, i really did" Alex pressed her lips to Molly forehead in a lingering kiss, still whispering how much she loves her, when she pulls back and opens her eyes it's to find she has gone and Gene's in her place.

At first she still sleeps with her TV on, sits at her desk waiting for the phone to ring or the lights to flicker out. But the messages haven't returned and in her sleep she can hear the gaps in futuristic bleeps on a heart montor lengthening.

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"Goodbye Mummy"
 

Title: Fight Him
Author: Jess_Who
Fandom: Ashes To Ashes 
Pairings: Alex/Gene
Warnings: PG
Word Count: 353
Disclaimer: Neither the show nor anything in it belong to me :(
Notes: Written in response to Prompt Challenge #120 'Fight' on Writer's_Choice

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"It's complicated isn't it? Life... you think you've got it all worked out and someone comes along and makes you think completely different about it"

She thought she could trust him, but there was no denying what she'd seen. Her DCI was corrupt.
She's lost him. Not that she had ever had him. She thought he cared about them, his team and her.
Especially her. She couldn't decipher what it was that they had. What ever it was had been cast aside in that instance.
The distrust she now felt rang though her words. She wants to scream at him, tell him how he makes her feel physically sick and that she'll fight him every step of the way if she has too.

Corrupt? The word makes her tongue feel heavy and her heart contract.
She feels dirty in his presence now. She should have seen it.
He plays a good game, she'll give him that.
Tonight she's to tried for games. To tired for the fight. Weary of it all. She's lonelier than she'd ever thought.

All those moment they had shared felt like empty lies, still she clung to them, they were the only weapon she had left.

"You're not getting it are you Bolls?"

The seconds tick by in her head, and her thought are stepping over each other in exhilaration. He was playing with them. He was a good cop. Honest. On her side. She didn't have to fight him.
All of a sudden it was like she could breath again, she had him. He wasn't corrupt, he was protecting her. They were a team. He cared.
They would fight the rot together.

"You don't get it. I thought i'd lost you"

She can feel him scrutinizing her, his brow gently furrowed as he picks apart her words and for a second she thinks he understand.
That he can see straight through her. To why she's here. To why she can't leave.
And she's left wondering that if Shaz hadn't of burst in, if he would have closed the gap between them and.... but she had and he didn't.

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Title: Finding Tosh
Author: Jess_Who
Rating: 15 (For one swear word)
Pairing: Tosh & Owen
Spoilers: End of Series 2
Disclaimer: Belongs to BBC

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Owen for all it's pain wears his anger like a coat of armour. Most day he finds himself just closing his eye and choosing a battle grounds.
He can't sleep, eat, breath, fuck and god forbid he gets a cut or breaks a bone.

And in Tosh's twisted little way she thinks she can understand, even match his pain, she keeps pulling at his walls, trying to get to his core.
Whatever he thinks, whatever he says none of it pushes her away..... so he stops trying.

She doesn't flinch when he touches her, doesn't run away when he kisses her and she helps him accept the end, even though it breaks her heart.
Owen stops wishing to live when the light embraces him, he doesn't think he would have found Tosh otherwise.


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Is ever so slightly over excited that mine came in the post today and finding it very difficult to pace myself, i'm already one third of the way through. Never was at one with moderation.

"I don't think i ever believed in Father Christmas. In Manchester a fat, hairy man sneaking into your house at night isn't something to look forward to." *

"Bad news is like a dose of crabs - giving it to someone else only ends in tears." *

"Some people drink to forget. I can't remember why i do it." *

"What's that? He was an Organ Donor? I don't think that's going to make a difference - even Bernard Matthews wouldn't know what to do with what's left of your husband." *

Just a little bit of utter genius for you!


* Extracts from the book itself 'The Wit And Wisdom Of DCI Gene Hunt by DC Chris Skelton and DS Ray Carling'

Title: Singing In CID
Author: Jess_Who
Rating: PG
Characters: Alex, Gene, Ray & Chris
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me, blah blah blag and all that :(
Authors Note: The song is Boom by Anjulie. It's a 2009 song, but i'm willing to pretend, if you are, that she's singing it because it came in a message from the future. Its just utter nonsense, but was fun to write.

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Her hand tapped lightly on the side board as she hummed distractedly.
She absentmindedly stirred hot water into her cup, swirling the spoon around, allowing her hips to sway along to the beat in her head.
"I'm gettin' myself in something i don't wanna, i'm gettin' caught up in him but i don't wanna" She sang quietly as she added milk and deposited her spoon into the sink.
"I'm getting off track, and i can't control a thing, a thing..." Her voice raised slightly as she lost herself in the song "I'm tellin' myself it's not a good idea, but the more i hesitate the more and more apealing..."
She hummed the few words she couldn't remember "...And then Boom-Shalaka he's a walkin' upa to me, Boom-Shalaka he's starts ta talka to me, Boom-Shalaka my heart skips a-Boom..."
She span on ball of her foot, to be faced with the smirking faces of CID.
'Bolly, your talents are truly wasted on us, with moves like that you should get a job in a strip joint'
'I won't let you ruin my day' She announced pointing around the room, pushing her way through the crowd she perched on her desk "I won't be here much longer, i'm going home"
Ray and Chris shared a confused glance and in tuneless unison sang "A-Boom-Shalaka"

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Title: To steal a heart
Author: Jess_Who
Rating: PG
Pairing: Tosh & Mary
Spoilers: Greek Bearing Gifts
Word Count: 58
Disclaimer: Belong to the BBC and others....
Authors Note: I wrote 3 variation of this, the first i deleted, the second i end up editing into a base for the third.

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Mary see's easy prey when she looks at Little Miss Invisible, the weakest member of the pack, so she just latches on.

She doesn't need to force her hand through Toshiko's chest to steal her heart, why bother when she gives it so readily.

Mary gives her what resembles love, feeds her body and mind with the possibility.

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Sucking my thumb. Yes i like to do the one thing i should have stopped doing when i was two........and now i'm twenty! Sad yes! Sadder when i twiddle my hair too.

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If i could pick any TV programme to come back on air it would be Green Wing! I was obscenely obsessed with this show, and im still not happy with the ending!! They should come back so that they can make Guy and Caroline get together and so Sue can carry on being her crazy self!

If i could have any job in the world and were not counting being a mother as a job, then i would love to care for orphaned orangutans. I just think there so innocent and its our fault they're species is endangered. Save the Orangutans!! And who wouldn't want to release such an adorable creature back into it's natural habitat once it's skilled in life!

They were sat in the quite secluded little restaurant. Caroline was still unsure to why she was here other than a very handsome Doctor had invited her out. It took her by surprise to say the least, spluttering out random words. Then she was convinced it was a joke. Why would he like her 'me?'
The way he kissed her was enough to tell her it couldn't conceal a lie. A kiss that was so sweet and yet had so much passion hidden within, one that could make a whole nations knees go weak in an instant.
 A kiss so and sweet yet with so much passion hidden within, that it could make a whole nations knees go weak in an instant. 

They had never been that close. But when he had found her crying, he couldn't help himself he wanted to help her, wipe away her tears, make it all better. 
She wasn't really his type, he liked classy girl with long leg, nice tits, all of it perfect. She was more amusing, lovable, far from perfect but more than he could wish for.

They finished there dinner, he paid the bill like a true gentleman and took her hand in the street 
'Could i walk you home?'
Caroline smiled 'It's this way'
As they walked down the street, in the corner of her eye she could see him watching her.
'What? have i got something on my face?' she asked nervously rubbing at the corner of her mouth, Boyce took hold of her hands and moved them away.
'Let me get it' he lifted his hand to the side of her face slowly moving closer, and till there lips meet, she stood on her tip toes, her arms around his neck, as one they stumbed backwards in to wall, the kiss quickly become rougher, his hand gripping her thigh, she pulled him in close, and whispered into his ear as his lips grazed softly along her neck.


The orange glow of the street lamps shone on them. Caroline smiling while biting her bottom lip 'we better get back to mine before it rains'
'i dont think i can wait that long' he whispered as he took her hand 'we should run'
'why?' she smiled as he decided to take his jacket off and held it over their heads
'well you'll be all wet, that top looks delicate and you would be mad with yourself in the morning'
Caroline raised her eyebrow as they made a light run for the front door.

Boyce helped her open the bottle of wine. He poured her a generous glass and allowed her to lead him to the sofa. He edged closer wrapping his arm around, her taking in her beauty, as he sipped at the fruity red wine.

He held her against him in his strong arms, pushing her up against the wall. 
Little room to breath. Their cool skins gently warming as they grazed against each others. Wrapped in passion.
Dis-guarded clothes lacing the hallway, leading to the stairs where they now laid. She gripping the banister tightly, and he kept his firm grip on her thigh. Sweat sparking, music drifting along with the groans of pleasure, bodies moving in time, there lips meet as they reached that climax. The feeling of pure high. 
Resting in each others arms their eyes meet, their lips grazed, tongues exploring that same mouth, a key turning in the door broke them from there sweet kiss, leaving the scattered clothes on the ground, they made a run for the security of her bedroom.

The End