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[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[There's good news for Alex today, imaginary constructs! You see, she's finally been fully discharged from hospital!

And, to boot, her hair is growing back rather nicely.

Unfortunately, she's a bit distracted right now, namely by the mobile phone she has clutched in her hand.]

No, no, I can't go back, can't you understand that...?

[She stops talking as soon as she realizes she's not where she was a moment before, and slams the mobile shut with a curse.]

At least I used to get a bit of warning before randomly switching locations in the bloody universe.

[Feel free to distract Alex from her continually facepalming into her dead mobile phone, please.]

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[superskelton.livejournal.com]

All right, Ma'am?

[You see, Alex? Chris is being considerate enough of your frustration he's even refraining from giving the mobile phone curious looks. Mostly, anyway.]

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Yes. I mean, mostly. Well, no not really, I...

[She huffs a sigh, having already forgotten she's still holding the mobile.] No matter how hard I try, Chris, nothing seems to work out the way it's supposed to.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Maybe he should keep from asking about it for now...]

...Why? What's happening now?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I was supposed to wake up, and just go on, and all this other shit was just supposed to disappear, but I keep...

[She's choking up now and she holds out the mobile towards Chris.]

It was Shaz on the other end, but she couldn't hear me, Chris. I kept talking and she couldn't hear me. It wasn't supposed to be real, not any of it. I can't get away from any of you.

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Chris takes the phone uncertainly, raising it slowly to his ear.]

...Shazzer?

[He gets no answer, of course, having not unflipped it and Shaz's call already being over. He's not quite sure what to do about Alex, so he just looks at her uncomfortably.]

I'd offer to give her a message, but... [He tries for a weak grin, heart obviously not in it.]

I don't get it, Ma'am. How can Shaz have been speaking to you? You said you was in the future and that's how it was s'posed to be.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I don't know, Chris! [If Alex weren't so upset, she may have been amused by Chris' attempted use of the mobile. But she's still too confused, and somewhat angry.]

I'm sorry, I don't mean to shout at you. I am in the future but I keep hearing you all. It always comes at the strangest times, after I think it's all over. I guess it's not over, this place should be proof enough, shouldn't it?

[superskelton.livejournal.com]

[Chris is a little taken aback by her snapping at him, but he nods anyway.]

S'all right. Must be a bit odd, hearing things all the while.

...D'you think this means you might have to come back? [He's trying not to sound hopeful, but he's failing a little bit.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[hovering over her shoulder]

You know the universe. It tends towards perversity.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She spins around quickly to look at him. God, she's never gonna get used to this guy.]

Oh, piss off.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Coarse, DI Drake. [glancing over the telephone] This isn't the time for a Lady Gaga song, is it?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[She completely ignores the fact that is a flippant comment like one she would make, and shoves her mobile in her pocket quickly.]

Sorry, you don't expect me to be friendly after last time, do you?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[smirking now]

What did we do last time? I can't remember. I hope nothing impolite?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Insert Alex-death glare here.]

If you honestly need a refresher, you pretended to be my dead colleague before going on to threaten me.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's your fault. You have to think about this place to come here.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay, I know that!

[She's really resisting the urge to just throw the mobile... Not necessarily at Diva.]

I wasn't thinking of here, precisely. I was just wishing for some place where I didn't have to bloody listen to that anymore.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

But now you have me to listen to. Lucky you~

Ne, that's one of those mobile phones, isn't it?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Alex stares at Diva, blinking in confusion.]

What?

[Then she looks down, as if suddenly remembering she's actually holding a mobile.] Oh, yes. [She holds it up.] Someone was calling me, but she couldn't hear me.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

That's not that weird, is it?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

It depends on the service provider.

[She's sort of detached now, staring down at the phone like it's some weird foreign object.]

This was different. It was someone from 1982... They keep talking to me, you know. It's getting more frequent.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

What is it with the lot of you and those bloody mobile things? You'd think they'd been attached to your arm.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

You know, I think you'd be surprised how useful they've become for the force.

When they're working properly, at any rate.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

You'd be surprised how little I care.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Yet whenever I arrive, here you are.

[She sticks the mobile in her pocket.] Chris is here. My Chris, from 1982. Maybe if you spoke to him then you'd finally believe me.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Maybe I just don't want some mouthy plonk thinking she's got a place here.

[snorts] Assuming we're talking about the same bloke, what makes you think some magical future version of him is going to be any bloody smarter than mine?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

Oh, I quite assure you that your tune will change in a few years time, Gene.

[she rolls her eyes at him.] I didn't say he was smarter, just that he's from my time line. His word should count for something.