Alright folks this is what was left behind take title. New chapters. Same summary. Hope you like. This starts when Declan goes back to Ireland after Brendan refuses to give him the money he wants. I will attempt Irish accents but they probably won't be any good.

I have all the chapters planned out for this story and its looking like this fic's gonna be a long one so far its looking like this fic's gonna be 45 chapters long. But I don't no how fast i'll update. I'll try not to be too slow. The first two chapters are setting the scene. Things get interesting in chapter 3 and Brendan and Ste turn up in about chapter 10.

Disclaimer: I 'm only going to do this once. I don't own hollyoaks or Brendan, Jason, Justin and Declan would still be on it. I only own Ronan.

Declan Brady scowled as he entered the school yard, glancing around the crowd of other secondary school students for his mates.

"Hey mate!" called his friend Jack, "I missed ya!" He exclaimed, pulling him in for a 'manly' hug.

Declan smiled weakly "Hey."

"So how was it at ya Da's?" Asked Jack, innocently, he had no idea why Declan had gone. He was Declan's oldest friend and once his best friend. But he refused to get involved in anything dodgy. He'd always been smart. So now their friendship consisted of secrets, secrets and more secrets.

"Shit," replied Declan curtly. He wasn't going to talk about it, Jack wouldn't understand.

"Oh…um sorry to hear that," said Jack awkwardly.

"S'not your fault my da's a bastard," said Declan, feeling slightly guilty for snapping at Jack.

Jack nodded and to Declan's relief began to talk about football.

"Declan," said a horrifyingly familiar voice from behind him.

"I'll catch you up," Declan said to Jack. Shooting Declan a confused look; Jack walked away.

"I think you have something of mine, Deccy boy."

"Sean," gulped Declan turning to face the older boy. "I'll get the money."

"You better," growled Declan slamming Declan to the ground.

Suddenly Sean was next to Declan.

"Tha's not very polite," said a boy nodding to Declan.

"This is none of your business," Sean spat glaring at the boy.

"But it is," said the boy in a quiet yet intimidating voice with empty eyes. "How much was it you owed me, Sean?"

Sean muttered something.

"What was that?" asked the boy his voice becoming slightly taunting. When Sean didn't reply, the boy said in a triumphant voice "500 pounds."

"So." Sean said with fake swagger it was obvious he didn't feel.

"How much does this lad owe you?" the boy said gesturing to Declan.

"500 pounds," Sean muttered in a quiet voice.

"Pardon?" asked the boy. His voice still taunting yet his eyes still empty of all emotion.

"500 pounds." said Sean reluctantly, glaring at the boy.

"Tha's convenient, well looks like he's my problem," said the boy, pointing at Declan.

"What!" exclaimed Sean.

"You heard me," the boy said.

Sean began to leave. "Wait." the boy said.

Sean stopped. The boy quickly pulled something out of Sean's pocket and placed it in his own.

Sean's mouth dropped open comically "You can't..."

"We won't be doing business again." said the boy coldly, "Now leave...before I make you."

Sean shrugged and walked off, sulking.

The boy held out a hand to Declan. Declan took it, for the first time getting a proper look at the boy. He couldn't be older than 13. He was skinny and bony. He had bright blue, sad eyes, short black hair and stood tall and intimidatingly. Although he was actually a few inches shorter than Declan. He wore an off white school shirt with the top button undone, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He wore black, worn, school trousers, a black battered leather jacket and a lumpy black school bag.

"Look about the money..." began Declan.

"Forget it," The boy said "Lets start with introductions we can get to the ...nasty stuff later."

Declan waited in awkward silence for a minute before faced with the boys stare realised the boy was waiting for him to introduce himself. "I'm Declan Brady."

"Ah," the boy smiled playfully "the son of the gay innocent mass murderer?"

"Yeah," said Declan, embarrassed, clenching his fists.

"Relax, it was a joke," the boy said slightly condescendingly "your Dad sounds like an interesting fella."

"Not really," said Declan.

"Daddy issues?" the boy asked raising an eyebrow.

Declan shrugged too unnerved to walk away.

"I hear ya. I have Daddy issues," he paused thoughtfully, "or rather stepdaddy issues."

"Who are you?" asked Declan.

"I'm new. My name's Ronan."

"Um...nice to meet you Ronan," said Declan awkwardly turning and beginning to walk away.

"Wait."

Declan stopped and turned back around.

"I think we should have a little cha' don't you?" said Ronan his eyes boring in to Declan's.

"What do you want?" sighed Declan feeling like he'd jumped from one sinking ship to another.

As if he had read Declan's mind Ronan said "I'm not a bad fella, Declan. I'm only trying to help you out and hopefully not lose all my money".

"Wha's the catch?"

"Wha' makes you tink there's a catch?" Ronan asked innocently. He began walking out the school gates and reluctantly Declan followed.

"With people like you there always is," said Declan.

"People like me?" Ronan said incredulously. "I'm a twelve year old trying to make a bit of extra cash. I'm hardly the next massive crime lord am I?"

Declan ignored the last bit and said "By supplying? By making people like Sean, who are twice the size of you, afraid?"

Ronan lead Declan out of the gates and to a alley outside the school.

"You do drugs too, mate. Don't judge. As for people like Sean? Making them afraid is easy. There just thugs who think selling is cool. Beat up the right people, have the right gear. Speak in the right way and their quivering at you feet. You want to know why?" there was a desperate glint in Ronan's eye. Ronan's eyes almost seemed to be begging for Declan to understand. "Because they've never felt real fear."

"And you have?" asked Declan.

Ronan ignored him "Now, I was thinking about my money. You sell a bit of coke and were even."

"No," said Declan, "I don't deal anymore."

"I don't think you understand." said Ronan a desperate note entering his voice. "If I don't have his money. My...dealer will get angry. My dealer gets angry, I get in trouble. I don't like trouble."

"Fine," Declan sighed feeling slightly sorry for him, "who's your dealer?"

"None of your business," Ronan snapped.

"Oi," said a voice from behind them. "you two!"

"Mr Heckles," said Ronan in a slightly panicked voice.

"Byrne, I should have known. You've been nothing but trouble since you arrived. Who are you?" he asked Declan.

"Declan Brady," Declan gulped they were in for it now. That was Mr Heckles, head of discipline and he'd just caught them bunking.

Declan and Ronan sat guiltily opposite a intimidating Mr Heckles. Every few seconds Declan would shift uncomfortably in his seat. Next to him Ronan sat stiffly, his eyes frozen on his fingers twitching in his lap.

"This is unacceptable behaviour! This is a school and your here to learn! You can't do that if you miss lessons!" Mr Heckles exclaimd.

"I'm sorry, sir." said Declan.

"Sorry isn't good enough," said Mr Heckles sternly.

"Are you going to tell our parents?" Ronan spoke for the first time muttering in to his lap.

"There on their way now," said Mr Heckles coldly. "Wait outside."

Declan and Ronan sat on chairs outside the office.

"My Ma'gonna kill me," groaned Declan.

Ronan didn't reply. His shoulders were slumped and he was shaking slightly. He tapped on the chair. Once. Twice. Three times. Four.

"Ronan?" asked Declan, taking in his white shaking figure. "You alright?"

Ronan's head snapped up, a look of confusion on his face. "Wha'?"

"You alright?" Declan repeated.

Ronan stared at him for a few seconds "Of course I'm not alright" he exploded. He glanced at the door to Mr Heckles office ad lowered his voice. "This is all your fault."

"What?" asked Declan in a disbelieving voice.

"I was trying to do you a favour! What do you do? You get me caught!"

"What you never got caught before!" asked Declan in a incredulous voice.

"Not often." he paused thoughtfully for a long second. "You don't understand!"

"Wha' Wha' don't I understand?"

"Forget it, you've already proven what kind of mate you can be."

"How is any of this my fault?" Declan said angrily.

"No one's caught me going that way in till you came along. You must of stepped in front of a camera or something." Ronan said half-heartedly "That teaches me to help someone out."

"Help?" Declan spat out, he lowered his voice, "You were trying to get me to deal coke."

"Deal?" said Ronan, genuinely confused. Then he began to laugh.

"WHAT" asked Declan standing up.

"Calm down," said Ronan suppressing his laughter. "I don't encourage people to deal." he whispered "What kind of guy do you think I am?" he asked opening his bag revealing...

"Coca cola?"

"I nicked them from the store." Ronan admitted "I thought it was the perfect way to make a bit of clean...ish cash. Sell 'em at 50p a can will you?"

"I don't get it," said Declan, tings just weren't adding up. "A supplier who doesn't encourage people to deal how does tha' work?"

"Get your nose out of my business," said Ronan in a harsh tone.

"What?" said Declan, even more confused, "I though' ..."

"You though' jus' 'cause I did you a favour I wanted to be best mates?" Said Ronan in an odd tone of voice.

"Why did you help me then?"

"If I knew I'd tell you."

Ronan turned away and resumed his tapping. Then a few minutes later he froze and stared at a figure approaching down the corridor. Declan followed his gaze to a dodgy looking, broad shouldered guy in a expensive leather jacket.

"Ronan," guy sneered "I heard you were in some trouble."

Sweat was sparkling on Ronan's brow - he looked terrified.

"Who are you?" asked Declan, feeling oddly protective of the weird younger boy.

The guy' cold black eyes met Declan's. "I'm Darra. Ronan's stepfather."

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