A/N: What if it was Ronnie who got shot at the club by Kylie instead of Jack? Just a thought but we'll see how it goes. Tell me if you think it works and any suggestions would be welcome.
Rated for occasional use of strong language and adult themes but mainly to be on the safe side.
Thank you to the BBC for making EastEnders, I don't own it.
Enjoy.


Jack and Chelsea sat together, his arm wound round her waist casually. She held a glass of champagne delicately in her hand, laughing at everything Jack said. Carol, Max, Bianca and Ricky sat across from them also drinking champagne. Bianca's strong East End accent could be clearly heard over everyone else's chatter as she argued jokingly with her Mum. The atmosphere was warm and friendly and it seemed for once in their lives they were all managing to get along.

Ronnie sat alone on the other side of the club at the bar drinking vodka and starring down at matte black surface of the bar. She brought the glass to her lips and emptied it before continuing to stare down as if she was trying to block out everyone else around her. A well built man with dirty blonde hair walked confidently over to her. He approached her from behind and put his arm lazily round her shoulder, jolting Ronnie from her catatonic state and making her jump.

"Get off me you creep!" Ronnie said, shoving him violently.

"Whoa, babe," He grinned "Calm down, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Yeah well you've had your fun now get lost" Ronnie mumbled to the bar, "And don't call me babe."

"Fine, I'm Adam by the way. Can I buy you a drink?" He offered, his confidence clearly knocked by Ronnie's ice cold exterior.

"Which part of get lost didn't you understand?"

"Someone's moody tonight. Let Adam kiss it better." He lunged drunkenly at Ronnie, trying to place a sloppy kiss on her lips. Despite being drunk herself, Ronnie managed to dodge quickly.

Adam went bright red and some of his friends from the other side of the bar started jeering.

"Well I guess I'll see you around..." He said, slopping off back to his friends looking suitably embarrassed.

Ronnie sighed and nodded to the barmaid, "Another vodka, please"

"Havin' a bad day darlin'?" She smiled kindly collecting up Ronnie's old glass and refilling it.

"You could say that." Ronnie replied, instantly draining the glass she was presented with. Suddenly, Ronnie's attention was drawn to Billie who was stood up with his arms wrapped round Whitney.

"We have an announcement to make..." Billie began. Ronnie stood up and walked over to watch from the shadows, just out of Jack's view.

"Oh, you're gettin' married! Oh my god!" Bianca yelled.

"No!" Whitney replied irritably.

"Pregnant?" Bianca suggested loudly.

"Hey, Bianca!" Ricky scolded his drunken wife half-heartedly.

Ronnie noticed a girl of about Billie's age lurking in the shadows. She instantly recognised the girl as Kylie, one of Billie's friends. She was one of the ones that got thrown out of the Vic by Peggy, Ronnie studied her carefully. She looked nervous and angry.

"It's about the Police. You know? Me joining?" Billie paused, holding everyone's attention, "I'm gonna do it!" Billie announced.

"Oh, Billie! You're the best you are!" Carol yelled overjoyed. Billie grinned and Whitney pulled him into kiss him.

"To Billie-Boy!" Jack laughed joining in the celebrations.

Suddenly Kylie stepped from the shadows.

"Yeah, to Billie," She cut in sarcastically. Instantly, the atmosphere turned cold. Everyone's attention was drawn to what she was holding, a gun. She lifted it and aimed it at Billie.

Suddenly Ronnie's legs seemed to moving by themselves at a speed even she herself hadn't known she could run.

Jack stepped in front of Billie, but it was too late for Kylie to notice. She'd already pulled the trigger.

"Jack!" Ronnie screamed. She leapt in front of him. The bullet collided with her head.

There was a second of shocked silence before the screaming and chaos ensued. Ronnie's body instantly crumpled on the floor and blood began pouring from her head.

"Ronnie!" Jack fell to his knees next to her in shock.

"Ronnie, sweetheart? Ronnie, can you hear me?" He shouted over the screaming, frantically pulling off his black dinner jacket to try and create some kind of bandage. He only succeeded in spreading more blood across the floor, making it look like a scene from a gruesome horror movie.

He stared down and her beautiful face. It was white and her eyes were closed. Her blonde hair was matted with blood and it was splattered on her grey dress.

"Somebody call an ambulance!" He shouted "Please, anyone, help me!"

"They've already been called Jack," Max said appearing behind him, his phone in his hand "Is she...?"

Jack put his hand to Ronnie's neck and felt a weak flutter of a pulse.

"Just..." He told Max.

Chelsea knelt down next to Jack, "Oh my god, are you okay? Come on; let's go before that girl comes back"

Jack turned to her furiously "I'm staying with Ronnie, just fuck off Chelsea!"

"Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

"Go!" Jack shouted. Chelsea turned and walked out of the club.

Jack turned back to Ronnie. He brushed the hair from her face and stroked it gently, whispering softly to her.

"Come on Ronnie, hold on. The ambulance is going to be here soon, darling. You're going to be just fine, hold on." He said reassuringly to her unconscious form, he turned to Max "God damn it, Max! Where are they?"

Max lifted his phone up to call again but as if on cue the sound of sirens came blaring through the square.

Police poured in through the doors but Kylie was long gone.

"Nobody move. No one may enter of exit the building until we've personally checked you all" One of the Policemen shouted over the crowd.

"Watch her," Jack nodded to Max and stumbled to his feet. He ran over to one of the policemen, "We need a paramedic in here, now! She's been shot."

"Sorry mate, basic protocols of a shooting, we don't make the rules, just make sure they're followed." The Policeman told him.

"Just get a paramedic in here, now!" Jack shouted, his whole body shaking with anger.

"I'll see what I can do." the Policeman spoke into his radio, "Boss, we've got a code 937; requested entrance for a paramedic, a woman's been shot."

The Boss' reply was fuzzy but the Policeman seemed to understand and replied "Yeah, I know the rules but..."

Jack launched himself at the man, fuming and snatched the radio.

"I don't give a fuck about the rules! She's dying and..."

"Jack!" Max shouted to him, interrupting, "She's not breathing!"


A/N: Well what did you think? Please review.