AN: I absolutely hated the way they killed Danielle off, so I decided to write a story dedicated to Ronnie and Danielle and their relationship. I hope you enjoy it :)

Summary: Ronnie managed to save her daughter's life on that fateful night, but saving both Danielle and herself from Archie is going to be a whole different story.

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She doesn't love me, Danielle thought furiously as she stormed down the street. She just wanted to get away from the Square, for good this time. Coming back had been a huge mistake, she realised this now. She'd been naive to think that a family like the Mitchells could accept someone like her, the stupid air-headed girl from Telford. And what was more, she'd been a complete idiot to think that Ronnie Mitchell would welcome her with open arms. Where had the locket gone, anyway? It didn't matter anymore. Archie had probably hid it when nobody was looking.

More tears threatened to spill down her cheeks but she kept them back, knowing that she couldn't keep on crying over something that couldn't be fixed. Ronnie had rejected her, as had Archie and the rest of the Mitchells. She'd only had to look in their eyes to know they too thought she was completely insane. But it was Ronnie who she'd hoped would give her a chance, she didn't even care about the rest of them. Just Ronnie. That woman had been her whole world for the past seven months, and now here she was, completely broken hearted. She couldn't have felt any worse than she did at that point. All she wanted to do was to get the next train back to Telford, where she belonged. There was nothing left for her here. No chance of a family, no friends, nothing.

She doesn't love me, she doesn't love me.. she never loved me.

Danielle felt like slapping herself. She felt like such a fool. How could she have let herself be enticed by Archie? That man was evil, she knew it now. She didn't feel any sympathy for Ronnie though; she would soon figure out that Archie was just playing her for a fool, and by then it would be too late. Danielle would have nothing more to do with her. It was over.

She stepped into the light of the streetlamp and paused, thinking she could hear someone behind her. She turned and her heart jumped.

Ronnie was running towards her, and quite fast aswell, which was quite remarkable since she was wearing heels. Her eyes were red as if she'd been crying. Her make-up now stained her face.

"DANIELLE!" she cried out, and Danielle felt her heart rate speed up considerably.

Ronnie stopped a few feet away from her, panting slightly. For a moment, Danielle wondered..

"Baby," was all that Ronnie said, and then she smiled, extending her arms towards Danielle.

Was she dreaming? Danielle stood rooted to the spot, staring at her mother, confused as to what had happened. She felt the anger that had been inside of her evaporate immidiately. How could she be angry now? Her birth mother was standing right infront of her, accepting her. Accepting her, finally.

Danielle began to smile, and then watched Ronnie's face change. Her mother was suddenly sprinting towards her, and throwing her arms around her waist. Danielle suddenly realised why. The headlights of the car approaching them at high speed blinded her, and then she felt something crab, maybe a rib, and fell to the ground along with Ronnie.

Everything began to go dark. Danielle could just about make out her mother leaning over her, looking terrified.

"Danielle?" Ronnie breathed, "Danielle! Wake up!"

Then everything went black.