Disclaimer: I don't own Days or any characters unless I've made them up. However, if I did own Days, it would probably have better storylines than the usual 'kill me now this has dragged on forever' storylines.

Authors Note: I'll still be continuing my other Story, Hush Little Baby, but this idea I could not get out of my head. In this, Kimberly and Shane were both killed during a case from the ISA. Jeannie and Andrew were sent to live with Caroline and Shawn at the pub, and have been raised by the Brady's since they were 4 and 8.

Chapter One

Jeannie Donovan opened her chocolate brown eyes as the sun beamed in annoyingly. She groaned, kicking the covers off and running her hands over her face. "I hate mornings" She said to herself. Downstairs she could hear her family boasting about something that probably wasn't all that important, but her family was loud and boastful; cheerful- always. In the mornings, she hated cheerful. In the mornings, she found, she hated everything.

"Jeannie!" Her Aunt's soft voice piped in from the cracks of her bedroom door. "Jeannie wake up; breakfast is ready and you're going to be late for school!"

"I don't want to go" She whined, throwing her slender legs off the side of the bed.

"And yet… you still have to." Kayla smiled and opened the door to her niece's bedroom. It was warm, but not too warm, and the yellow painted walls illuminated the sun's rays just right. "Come on, I'll help you pick something out to wear."

"I can do it" Jeannie pouted. Aside from Zack and Ciara, she was the youngest of the Brady grandchildren (with the exception of Claire, who was a great-grandchild), and was always treated like a baby. After her parents died, she and her brother, Andrew, were all the Brady's had left of their beloved daughter and sister, Kimberly, so they were…special. Nothing could happen to them, for if something did then Kimberly would be gone to the Brady's forever.

"If you do it, we'll never leave the pub," Kayla insisted, rummaging through Jeannie's drawers. She picked out an old shirt and sweater she bought for her just last Christmas; they had never been worn, a fact which Kayla couldn't help but smile about. "These would look amazing on you."

"If they didn't hide my body I'd probably wear them" Jeannie stood in front of the desk mirror, combing her dark brown hair, which matched her father's.

"You're just 17, Jeannie. Don't be in such a rush to grow up. Stephanie didn't start wearing revealing clothes until she lived on her own and started college."

"Good for Stephanie." Jeannie rolled her eyes and let out a heave of exasperation. She entered the tiny bathroom, adjoined to her room and threw on a pair of curve-flattering blue jeans and lacy black tank top. She quickly did her eye make-up, threw her hair in a pony-tail and ran out of the room, ready for breakfast.

"Absolutely not," Kayla called after her blur of a niece. Jeannie ignored her aunt and trampled down the steps.

"Well good morning." Caroline smiled and handed her a plate of bacon and eggs. "You better hurry and eat; I think your aunt has a meeting before she sees her patient's this morning, so if you want a ride…"

"I'll walk. School isn't that far from here anyways," Jeannie took a bite of her bacon and dipped her toast in the spilling yolk of the eggs.

Bo leaned in, squinting at Jeannie. Jeannie turned her head and looked at him, just about to bite down on more toast. "Can I help you?" She tried not to laugh at her uncle's facial expressions.

"What the heck are you wearing?" Bo questioned, looking from his niece to his wife and then back to his niece.

"Clothes," Jeannie replied simply. Kayla walked down the stairs and threw a sweater towards her niece's direction.

"I don't need the school calling my office again today to tell me that my niece is dressed inappropriately and that if I don't bring you some clothes you're going to sit in Internal Suspension."

"So don't pick up the phone" Jeannie smiled and tossed the sweater aside, as any normal 17 year old girl would do. "Besides, we're taking a class trip to the nature park today for Biology."

"Oh?" Kayla looked up from her nook in Steve's arms, sipping warm coffee. "Do any of us need to sign, oh, I don't know, a field trip form?"

"I already did," Caroline explained, coming up the steps with a small case of beer.

"Ha-ha" Jeannie teased childishly as she got up from her spot at the tiny table. Belle took her plate from her and set it aside to be washed and replaced the plate with a brown paper bag, containing Jeannie's lunch.

"Your grandmother made that for you this morning to take with you on your trip." Belle explained.

"Thanks" Jeannie said, grasping the bag with her right hand and flinging her purse-like back pack over her shoulder. "See you guys later." She kissed only her grandmother's cheek before strutting out of the pub.

Caroline smiled and watched her leave. "She's growing up, that girl"

"Yes she is," Grandpa Shawn agreed with a jolly smile on his face. "She reminds me so much of Kimberly, too" Shawn laughed full heartedly; He was a happy man, and being that it was March, the month of his favorite holiday-St. Patrick's Day- he was even happier than usual.

"She really does," Kayla chuckled. Steve rubbed small circles on his wife's tiny back. Kayla was four months pregnant with their second child, and often got back aches.

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By Six P.M. no one had heard from Jeannie; she was not the type of girl who didn't call if she wasn't going to be home for dinner, or after school, for that matter. Caroline paced back and forth from behind the bar top; leaving skid marks where freshly waxed wood once covered the floor.

It was storming like crazy outside when Steve finally came back in, shaking his wet umbrella off and leaving it at the door. "No sign of her," he reported. Bo followed shortly and, to everyone's dismay, gave the same testimony.

"I don't know where the hell she could be then," Stephanie sighed; she'd told them Jeannie's entire list of favorite hang out spots in Salem; well, all the ones she knew of.

"It's alright baby girl," Steve kissed the top of his daughter's head. "You did what you could. She'll turn up, I'm sure of it."

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Jeannie opened her eyes in a plain white room, machines surrounding her with incessant beeping noises, following the rhythm of her heart. She tugged tiredly on the white sheets and looked around, yawning. A woman in light blue scrubs stood before her, adjusting the flow of her IV. The woman looked down and smiled. "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts," Jeannie said, placing her unaffected hand at her forehead. "Where am I?' Jeannie yawned.

"You're at Salem University Hospital." The nurse replied, removing the kinks from Jeannie's IV line.

"What happened?" Jeannie asked, her chocolate brown eyes looking up at the nurse curiously.

"I don't know much," the nurse replied; she'd only read the Paramedic's report from Jeannie's chart. "But from what I know, your class was coming back from a field trip when the bus was blind-sided and hit on your side of the bus. A couple other students were injured, but I must say you got the rotten end of the deal" The nurse said, re-taping down Jeannie's IV. "Anymore questions?"

"Just one," Jeannie said, biting her lip. "Who am I?"

The nurse looked at her, stunned. "You mean you don't know?"

Jeannie shook her head nervously.

"You didn't have any ID on you when the paramedics brought you in. The doctor's said temporary memory loss might be a small possibility, but we all just assumed you'd be able to tell us when you woke up." The nurse excused herself momentarily to tell the charge nurse to page Jeannie's doctor.

"The doctor will be right in," The nurse told Jeannie, emerging once again into the room. Jeannie nodded. "When he's gone I'll send in a Patient Care Assistant to help you clean up a bit; maybe get some of that dried blood off you."

Jeannie nodded again and rested her tiny head on the pillow, awaiting the arrival of her doctor. If the nurse didn't know who she was, maybe someone in the hospital might, by chance.