This idea popped into my head and I had to write it. It's set just after Archie's death at Christmas and Ronnie and Roxy have gone to visit the house in Weymouth. Everything that has happened in Eastenders has happened, except maybe Danielle hadn't died as everyone had thought…

This chapter is just a bit of an introduction and everything will become clearer in the next chapter, hope you enjoy it!

"Roxy, come on! It's raining," Ronnie cried as she gently soothed Amy up and down in her arms, kissing the top of her head and taking in her baby smell. She softly lifted her head and stared at her sister who was slowly making her way out of her red jeep.

"Orite, I'm coming Ron!" Roxy called back as she slammed the car door shut and walked around the back of the car, locking it as she did so. She smiled at her sister who was surveying the large house in front of them, her eyes returning to the baby in her arms as she squirmed around. "It's hard to believe he's gone," she muttered as they stared at their father's estate.

Ronnie didn't reply; she was too occupied with her own thoughts of how everything could have been. She could have had all of this and more, but it was if onlys; nothing would ever be perfect again. "Let's get you inside hey," she whispered into Amy's ear as she made her way to the door.

"Do you have the keys Rox?" she questioned as she protected herself and her niece from the chilly wind and hard-hitting rain, in the porch area in front of the door.

"Yes Ron, I'm not totally incapable…" Roxy smirked as she fished around in her pocket, proudly smiling as she produced a shining set of keys, wavering them in front of Ronnie's face. "See," she said as she gradually unlocked the front door and indicated for Ronnie to enter.

Ronnie's eyes drifted around the hallway, drinking in every feature and remembering the oh-so-distant childhood memories of her home in Weymouth. So many things had happened here, so many painfully memories and so many moments Ronnie wanted to forget. Only a couple of years ago, in the very room to her left Archie had told her that her baby, her one desire in life, had died; but he had lied, he had lied and hurt not only Ronnie but caused unforgivable pain to Ronnie's dearest possession, her child.

It was nearing nine months since Ronnie had last held her, since she had seen her childlike features and heard her voice, and the time would get further and further away because Danielle was dead, she was gone; and how ever hard it was for Ronnie to admit, she knew that she would have to accept it. She was never going to see her baby again, never. It broke her heart to think about it, to think about how she had been so cruel and let her daughter down; she hadn't realised what was in front of her for so long before it had gone, before Danielle had been so cruelly snatched away.

"Ron, are you ok?" Roxy cautiously asked as she studied her sister, knowing full well what was flashing through her mind.

"I'm fine Rox, really" Ronnie replied attempting a small smile at her sister before turning her attention to her niece, pulling faces and attempting to make her smile.

Ronnie remained in the same position for a while longer as Roxy made her way into the living room and made herself comfortable, falling onto the sofa and putting her legs up. The house, to Ronnie, had an eerie atmosphere, something didn't feel quite right; a floorboard creaked above her making her jump with fright. Her eyes followed the sound, instantly watching the ceiling as she rocked Amy in her arms. "Its ok baby," she whispered into Amy's ear, as she felt her tense up and let out a little cry.

Slowly, Ronnie made her way into the living room, still cuddling Amy. "This house gives me the freaks," she commented as she sat down next to Roxy, passing over the baby who was feigning tiredness.

"Don't be stupid Ron," Roxy joked as she kissed her daughter's head, "this is our home, mine yours and Amys!"

A small smile crept across Ronnie's face, wishing that just one more person could be there with them, one more blonde Mitchell. Her solemn moment was interrupted by the sound of the stairs creaking. "What was that Rox?"

"What was what Ron?" Roxy softly ran her fingers through Amy's wispy blonde hair, unable to believe just how fast her little girl was growing up.

"The stair's - they were creeping," Ronnie spoke as she turned her head around, allowing her blonde hair to swiftly follow her; her eyes shot wide open as she heard the sound again.

Roxy stared at her sister, narrowing her eyes in slight confusion, "It's probably just the wind Ron…"

"Roxy!" Ronnie cried out as she turned her head to her sister, moving it slightly too fast and becoming light headed, "It was almost definitely not the wind, it isn't even windy!" She sighed as she pointed to the window, the tiny rain drops dripping down the window as if chasing one another.

She had spent many of her day's staring out the windows of this house; more often than not praying that her baby was safe and that they would be reunited in the near future. She had only just turned fifteen when she first returned home, it had been over a week since she had seen her darling daughter and nothing could have prepared her to return home to the bedroom she had spent so long preparing for her child.

She had cried herself to sleep that night, and the following nights, the image of her daughter never leaving her mind and her desperate cries for her mummy echoing through her mind making Ronnie's suffering even worse.

"Go and check it out then Ron, if you're so worried," Roxy replied as she cooed over her daughter, wondering why her sister was making sure a big deal over nothing, it was only a creaking pipe wasn't it?

"Fine, I will" Ronnie defiantly answered her sister before standing up and making her way out of the living room, pausing at the doorway as she did so to watch her sister and niece, they looked so happy together. Why couldn't that have been me and my baby?

She curiously walked around the hallway, gazing up the stairs as she did so, before walking into the kitchen, she hated this place; it held so many memories. Times she just wanted to forget. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a flash of blonde. Quickly, she swiveled her head and saw it again; the unmistakable blonde hair of her daughter.

She shook her head, gently shutting her eyes. She had seen this so many times, so many times she had seen her baby, wished it was her, followed this memory inside her head, called out her baby's name, and been disappointed. Her daughter was dead. She was gone. She hated herself for letting it happen, but it had.

But curiosity was getting the better of her, she had to follow it. She ran around the corner of the stairs, dodging the coat that had fallen and made her way into the kitchen. Danielle, her baby. She needed to get to her, needed to see her. "Danielle," she silently cried.

She squinted her eyes as she saw the perfect shaped woman stood in front of her, looking slightly older than she remembered. She shook her head and shut her eyes once more, she didn't believe it. She looked so real, so life like. Maybe…no it was stupid. Ronnie had seen her body, she had visited the morgue and she had gone to her funeral, it wasn't her baby, it wasn't.

No matter how many times she closed her eyes, Danielle remained there. Confusion flooded across her baby's face as the seconds past and Ronnie stood staring in awe at her. Ronnie's voice was coarse and breaking as she spoke, the tears become welled up behind her eyes and her voice breaking with emotion, "Danielle, baby…"