Crime Drama Imagines

Sam Tyler #1

The 12 inches of vinyl span repetitively filling the room with the soft melody of Fleetwood Mac the occasional crackle giving the music a more hypnotic pull. Sighing in content Y/N swayed letting the music envelope her. The sound of rain bouncing off the stained glass window added to the odd restless feeling that sat deep within the girl. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was like a longing call from a distant ley line. It wasn't threatening, just sleepless. It called to her like a siren luring a sailor to their death but she wasn't scared.

The scent of patchouli filled the room smoke billowing in foggy ribbons. Hippy stuff as her Father would joke half heartedly but the jab still stung when he frowned as he'd say it. The closing of the front door is what broke her hazy concentration. "Y/N! Pop the kettle on love we've got a guest." Scowling the girl switched off the record player and walked down the steps hating the fact she had to join the real world again. The one she never seemed to fit in. Her Mother claimed she was just before her time but would still blush pink when her bingo friends would ask after the youngest Hunt. Boiling the kettle on the hob Y/N sighed leaning her head against the new kitchen cupboards. Apparently fake wood was now a fashion trend, something she was sure in years to come many people would regret. The whistle screeching in her ear snapped her out of her own little world. Grabbing the guest pot the girl counted the scoops of loose tea leaves before going to join her father and no doubt work colleague. Gene Hunt never really had understood the difference between work and home life and often if ever forgot to switch off. "Ah there you are. What were you doing brewin' a potion or something?" The older male joked mockingly. Rolling her y/e/c orbs the girl grimaced at the man she called Dad. Plastering a fake smile on her cherry red lips she laughed. "Course not Dad." Her Mancunian accent is gentle compared to the rough estate kids she grew up with. Well calling it an estate would hurt her father's feelings dramatically. Gene had worked hard both under and over the table to get his family out of the crummy old builds he'd had to grow up in. And made sure to constantly remind his children that they were lucky and should be "dead grateful" for having their own toilet rather than having to share with the street for an ice cold often leaking shed.

Pouring the tea Y/N felt the feeling rise again. This time unbearably like a red hot poker was burning into her chest. "Where's this guest then ey? Mum will go spare if I've used the good tea for nothing." Placing a callous finger to his lips Gene pointed upstairs signalling the anonymous person was within hearing distance. "It's a lovely home you have Sir." the new voice complemented smiling awkwardly at the sudden extra person in the small room. "Hello I'm.." The new male started introducing himself. "Sam Tyler." Y/N interrupted wincing at her manners. Nodding shocked Sam pulling his outstretched hand back. "You're a long way from home aren't you Sam?" Y/N added filling the silence. "Hold on love, he's only from Hyde." Gene stated dunking a custard cream somewhat violently. Fixing her y/e/c eye's on the smaller man Y/N racked her brain trying to place the man.

The next hour whizzed by it was mainly Gene and Sam talking about a recent case. Y/N had slopped off back upstairs after meeting Sam and serving the tea. Something her father should have been able to do but it was Gene Hunt. Watching the Detective leave Y/N frowned. She had so many questions about him. Why did she know his name? Why was he so far away from home? And why was he lying... Scribbling the house number on a scrap of paper Y/N ran after Sam catching him just before he got to the end of the street. "Look I don't know why you're here but you need answers Sam and so do I!" Palming off the scrap of paper the teenage girl turned on her heel to leave before facing the older man again. "You need to wake up Sam."

My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident, and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.