Hey guys I know niether me nor Scott have updated our original fics tonight but we both been talking a while about wanting to do a joint fic and finally did so tonight. Idea is original we hope, so hope you all like it and review if you can.
Disclaimer:-Do not own ee, etc or Dan would be back already lol :)
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The early morning raise shone down over Albert square, everyone getting ready to face another average day. Stall holders were busy setting up and exchanging the latest gossip, parents were hurrying children to get ready for school. Even though the sun was shining it seemed a cloud followed Stacey Slater wherever she went. She couldn't seem to shake this heavy feeling, ever since her mother Jean booked herself into hospital Stacey found herself not feeling too well. Beginning to see the world in a completely different way to how she used to, nothing felt the same anymore, nothing was worth smiling over. Even Bradley didn't want to know her anymore; Stacey still couldn't believe he had the nerve to send her the divorce papers. Knowing eventually that awful day would come when her marriage officially ended seemed like it was never going to happen; still Stacey refused to believe anything could get her down. Without her mum around Stacey seemed a little out of control, no longer did she have to check in with her every time she went out clubbing, she had no worries about anyone or anything. Having Danielle around seemed to have a positive effect, Danielle needed Stacey she was her rock, her best friend. Even though Danielle still hadn't told Ronnie Mitchell the truth, Stacey was determined to stand by her friend and keep encouraging her to spill the beans.
The girls had set up and priced all the new stock, coats, jeans and jackets seemed to be selling the most which always put Stacey in a good mood. Getting rid of all her stock meant more money for a night out. Danielle leaned against the clothes rails whilst looking up at the Vic; never had she wanted to feel a part of something before. Sure it hadn't been easy trying to be friends with Ronnie but never did she feel like giving up. Ronnie had been there for her through the abortion, a shoulder to cry on, a friend. Danielle knew when the right moment came along she would tell her and then they could both have everything they ever dreamed about. Although things were never that simple, Danielle many times had been on the receiving end of Ronnie's mood swings, hot and cold; she was simply used to her behaviour by now.
"Stace are you alright?" Danielle asked frowning.
Stacey nodded whilst waving her hands in front of her face. "Yeah I'm fine, I'm boiling...it's really hot...why is, it so hot?!" she complained huffing.
Danielle raised an eyebrow but said nothing, she knew Stacey was cut up about her mum and the added pressure of signing the divorce papers was all getting a little too much. Still Danielle knew something wasn't quite right; Stacey was no longer the fun party girl best friend. Stacey was snappy and moody; anything Danielle said or suggested Stacey made a remark or wanted to do something more outrageous. "I'm going to the cafe, do you want a drink?" Danielle asked.
Stacey looked up like Danielle had said something awful. "No! I don't want a drink Dan I'm boiling hot... I'm boiling!" she shouted peeling the thin jumper from her body.
Danielle gave a small nod; she paused for a second as she watched Stacey fanning herself down with a piece of cardboard. Something was very wrong but what could she do? Stacey was so headstrong and determined to do things her way that Danielle couldn't help her, not now anyways. Danielle had her own problems and worries to deal with, Ronnie being the main one.
With her hands in her pockets Danielle strolled into the cafe, the smell of bacon and strong coffee lingered in the air only making Danielle's stomach rumble with hunger. "A cup of tea to take away please Jane" Danielle smiled politely and turned around. She felt her stomach suddenly tie itself in knots, just looking at her mother made her feel weak.
Her heart started beating faster, but everything else slowed down, if that were possible. Ronnie had looked up at the exact same time as she had looked at her. Had she known she was there? That she was looking, had she just known. You here some mothers say they have felt when their child was in danger, was it the same for their mere presence?
Danielle.
Ronnie had lifted her eyes from the paper she was reading having heard the door go, expecting Roxy sometime soon, she had expected to see her sister enter, but was surprised to see Danielle. She didn't know why it surprised her, because it was a Monday, she and Stacey worked on the stall and Danielle would always come in the cafe around this time and order 2 coffees. So why was she ordering one, had she and Stacey had a fall out? Why did she know the morning schedule of Danielle? What made Danielle so important?
Ronnie began to feel uncomfortable under the stare of Danielle; did she know what she was thinking? Of course she didn't, if she did, she wouldn't be looking down at that precise moment with a look of hurt. Ronnie still regretted not going to the second abortion appointment with Danielle. It was just too hard, she couldn't go and watch as someone else lost their child, it brought back too many painful memories. Not a second had gone by had she not felt guilty. Guilt was a rare feeling for one Veronica Mitchell. Rare was such an occasion, such a person who broke Ronnie's barriers and made her feel.
The door jingled and Ronnie turned her attention to the sound of Roxy, she knew it was her because she could hear her moaning. That was Roxy, always moaning about something. She had Amy with her and she was struggling with the pram getting it into the cafe. She was moaning that Ian was too cheap to buy a bigger door to facilitate people with special needs. Roxy's special need being that she had a need to constantly buy; if the pram wasn't being weighed down by shopping bags sticking out every curve of pram, then maybe she stood a chance of getting in.
Ronnie watched as she saw Danielle move to help Roxy. Ronnie watched on guiltily as Danielle peered into the front of the pram and started babbling to Amy. Amy. Ronnie's guilt was replaced with her own heartache, and then again with the guilt. She'd caused another person to feel the same as her. Why was she so cruel as to turn such a sweet and innocent girl as Danielle into someone like her? Because that is what would happen to her. Losing a child, you never get over a thing like that, so why would Ronnie want to inflict that pain on someone else?
"I swear it wouldn't break Ian's bank balance to sort that door out..." Roxy, now taking a seat, in front, of Ronnie, was still rambling on.
"Yeah, but it will break yours if you keep spending like you are... Or is it not your money your spending, who's is it today? Daddy throw out the cash to his little princess or did you batter your eyelids at Jack again?" Ronnie blankly remarks. Roxy's face falls, not able to suppress the hurt from appearing on her face, Ronnie's remark shocking her.
Roxy wasn't the only one who was shocked by the remark, Ronnie was too. She didn't even know where it had come from,she hadn't planned on saying it. Her mind was elsewhere. Still on Danielle, to comprehend what she was saying. She had been staring at the door, watching as Danielle left. Ronnie turns to Roxy and isn't surprised to see the look of hurt on her face too. Why did she hurt everyone she cared about? Did she care about Danielle? Why did she care about some cleaner, Stacey Slater's best friend?
"I thought you wanted a chat, I didn't come here to be insulted. If you're just gonna sit there and stare at the door I'll take the hint and walk right back out of it..." Roxy begins to stand in a huff. Ronnie quickly snaps her head to Roxy.
"No, no. Rox, please. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my mind was somewhere else. I didn't mean it, I'm sorry." Ronnie could feel her eyes well up, why was she being so emotional. She bit her bottom lip, as she buried her head in her hands. She took a deep breath as she heard Roxy take a seat again.
She then felt Roxy's hand on her shoulder; her sister was reaching out to her.
"Hey, it's okay Ron, it's nothing I aint heard before, an' well am sure I've called you worse... What's wrong Ron, I know this isn't just about stating the obvious 'cos let's face it I love shopping, and not with my money I hate spending my own money..." Roxy tried to lighten the mood by joking, she wasn't going to deny she wasn't hurt by what Ronnie had said, but it wasn't that it wasn't true, she'd just said herself that it was, it was the way in which Ronnie had said it, so blankly, that had hurt her. Her sister was shutting her out again,she hated feeling distanced from Ronnie.
"What's the matter Ron? Talk to me?" Roxy tries again. Getting a result this time as Ronnie lifts her head. She drops her hands onto the table Roxy reaches out for them giving Ronnie an encouraging squeeze.
"It's nothing. I'm just being silly." Ronnie couldn't reveal all to Roxy, she wished that she could, could have someone to confide in about her conflicting feelings and her ever growing guilt, but she had to respect Danielle privacy, she wasn't going to reveal to anyone about what had happened.
Was it surely about Danielle privacy or was there more to it. Was she afraid that they'd be disgusted by her, and what she had told Danielle to do, and then not even having the guts to go through it all with her. She wouldn't admit it to herself but that was the real reason. She didn't need another link to be added to the chain of guilt she had growing within her.
"Nothing doesn't make a Mitchell cry, now spill." Ronnie shakes her head at her sister's insistence.
"I'm just being ridiculous; my birthday's coming up..." Ronnie tries to blag.
Luckily Roxy bought it, if only if it was to just appease Ronnie till she was ready to confide in her.
"Aw, is Ron-Ron scared of being another year older. Look at that Amy, I think I can see a grey hair!" Roxy jokes, smiling into the pram at Amy, her smile growing wider as she sees Ronnie's hands jumps to her hair self consciously.
"What! I do not have a grey hair. Take that back!" Roxy burst into fits of laughter, Ronnie soon joining in, glad that for that one moment Roxy was able to make her forget her guilt. Forget all that was going on even for one moment.
Because you were never too happy in Walford; especially if you were a Mitchell, and if your name was Ronnie, she was meant to be unhappy. Her whole life was cursed, from the age of 14. For 19 years, she'd lived with an icy heart, losing her child had caused her heart to freeze. All her emotions frozen away. In some weird way, to try and keep them fresh, keep them intact for her baby.
Unbeknownst to Ronnie her baby had snuck in and began to snip at the edges, and began to melt her heart; her baby Amy, her Danielle.
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So yay or nay? Review if you can and I'll try and update my original fic, I think Scott will too. And if you like this I think that will have one also ;p thanks for reading :D x
