Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the charcters you recognise, that privilege goes to someone else entirely. Also some of the moments used in this fanfiction aren't mine either, i've just borrowed them for a little while, and changed them slightly.

Summary: When Ronnie and Jack meet they aren't strangers, in fact they are already very well acquainted with one another. But with so many years gone by, and so many things having happened, will the connection still be there? Will memories resurface? Passions rekindle?


Splashing Muppets

Veronica Mitchell had never been one for cliches, but unbeknowst to her, she was running straight into one. Literally.

So immersed was she in the steady, rythmic pounding of her feet against the pavement, that she was oblivious to the silver mercedes that chose that exact moment in time to drive through the large murky puddle that she had failed to notice. Thus she ended up both soaked and frustrated, the former being the reason behind the latter. Never one to back down, she stalked forward, stormy blue eyes already having found their target.

"Oi, muppet!"

Having flashed his badge, accompanied with a smug grin, at the parking officer, the dark haired driver spun on his heel, coming face to face with the irate Mitchell. And as irony would have it, it wasn't just a random jogger he had managed to irritate, but instead a woman with whom he had enough experience to know when she was thoroughly pissed off.

Like now.

"Hello Veronica"

Her surprise momentarily overshadowing her anger, Ronnie came to a halt, the tirade that would usually follow not managing to find it's way past her lips. This was not something she had expected to happen so soon. Upon her arrival in Walford, bumping into Max had been a definate surprise, but they had never discussed his brother or her own extensive history with him. Mentally cursing herself for not having expected his presence at his own nephews wedding, she jolted back into reality at the rare use of her full name. Hearing the chukle that left him, her rosebud lips automatically curled into a scowl and as a typical Mitchell, chose to ignore the polite pleasantries that would usually accompany such a meeting.

"Aren't you going to apoligise? I'm soaked!"

Scuffing his shoes on the ground, he flashed a half-smile, already aware that it's usual charm would have no affect on her.

"I'd get the council to do something about that drain if I were you"

If possible, Ronnie's scowl deepened, her surprise at seeing him irrationally heightening her irritation at being soaked.

"How bout I just puncture your tyres instead?"

Eyebrows raising in obvious amusement, he took easy note of the growing irritation that had been personified in the form of the seething blonde stood before him.

"That's a bit juvenile for you, ain't it Ron?"

"You weren't the one getting splashed with water though were you?"

Pausing for dramtic effect, he watched her in amusement albeit slightly wary.

"Oh hang on a minute, yes you were"

He had expected nothing less of her, yet the lukewarm water that was now soaking through his suit jacket and shirt, still startled him enough to cause him to take a step back.

"Watch where you're going next time!"

And with only a cynical grin as a parting gift, Ronnie spun on her heel and stalked back towards the Vic.

Shaking his head ruefully, he watched her leave, eyes focusing a little further south than they should have been.


Bouncing down the stairs in her typical manner, Roxy flashed a cheery smile in her sister's direction, face falling when all she received in return was something akin to a snarl. She watched bemusedly as her elder sister stormed up the stairs, before sighing in exasperation and following, reaching the landing in time to see the bathroom door snap shut.

Knowing her sister better than she knew herself at times, meant Roxy was only too aware that if her sister didn't snap soon and vent at someone - her - then it would be only too likely that a poor customer would be on the receiving end of her short temper and flying she stepped forward and rapped lightly on the door.

"Ron..........Ronnie?"

The door opened but rather than respond to her sister, Ronnie went straight to the bedroom, returning seconds later with clean, folded clothes, once again sanpping the bathroom door shut. Roxy watched as her sibling sped past, subconciously making the comparison between her sister and the tazmanian devil cartoon character.

Before she could voice her confusion however, a bellowing shout came up the stairs in the dulcet tones of her Aunt Peggy. Rolling her eyes the youngest Mitchell sister made her way down the stairs in response to her summoning.