Hi everyone!
Sorry I'm taking so long to finish Phoenix from the Ashes, but I promise you, when my A-Level exams are over, I'll start writing again! In the meantime, here's a random little Ronnie/Danielle story I've come up with. Hope you enjoy!
Hollie. Xx

Finally Found

Grew up in a small town
And when the rain would fall down
I'd just stare out my window
Dreaming of what could be
And if I'd end up happy
I would pray

I step out from Walford tube station into the light of Albert square. I look around and smile. Here I am, finally. After nineteen years, I'm finally gonna see the one person I've always dreamed of. My mother. I smile widely as I walk through the streets, my head held high. I love the feel of this place. Absolutely love it. Then I suddenly feel nervous. What if she hates me? What if she doesn't want to know me and rejects me? I'd have come all this way for nothing. But she put her name on the register; she tried to find me first, that must mean she wants me – doesn't it? And if she doesn't, I'll – I'll what? I don't know; I don't think I could handle that sort of rejection. I'd have to go back to Dad and Gareth. They've given me a lot but is it ungrateful to want more? Is it too much to ask to want my own birth Mother?

Trying hard to reach out
But when I'd try to speak out
Felt like no one could hear me
Wanted to belong here
But something felt so wrong here
So I pray
I could breakaway

Whatever the outcome, though, I have to try. And if it doesn't work out, then I'd know that I at least found it out for myself. I hope it does work out, though. I hope with all my heart. Automatically, I bring my hand up to my neck and unclasp my precious locket. I stare at the silver front for a moment before I open it. There she is, staring back at me.

Veronica Mitchell.

My Mother

She's so beautiful. Ever since I'd found out I was adopted, I've dreamt of finding my own Mother one way. There's so much I want to know about her! Did she have any more children? Why did she give me away? Was it a difficult decision? Didn't she even love me?
I wonder what she'll really be like. Will she still be this beautiful? Will I recognize her, judged by this old picture I have of her? Does she work? Does she have any sisters? Does she ever think about me? Did she ever try to find me again? Does she want me now?

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget all the ones that I love
I'll take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

I cross underneath a bridge and look around. There's a cafe, a newsagents, a video shop, a night club, a post office and – there it is. Her home. The Queen Victoria pub. I pass a jewelry stall, a brick-a-brack stall and flower stall and a clothes stall, where a loud-mouthed girl with black hair is having an argument with a customer. I raise my eyebrow as she makes a scathing remark. I think I might like it here. But I'll like it even more if she likes me – or even better, loves me, like I already love her. I stop, dead in my tracks suddenly. What if her address has changed since she put her name on the register? What if she changed her mind altogether and didn't care anymore if I was dead or alive? I back away from the pub and hurry into the cafe, sitting at a vacated table in the corner, rubbing my head. Maybe I should have thought about this more before I came here. She could have forgotten all about me.

Wanna feel the warm breeze
Sleep under a palm tree
Feel the rush of the ocean
Get onboard a fast train
Travel on a jet plane, far away
And breakaway

"Can I get you anything, love?" a waitress asks, coming up to my table. I stare at her for a moment until I work out what she said, and smile.
"Just a tea, please."
"Coming right up," she says, smiling back and walking off towards the kitchen. I stare after her. Albert Square isn't a very big place, surely someone around here must know if Veronica Mitchell does live here? So when the waitress brings my tea back, I take the plunge and ask her.
"D'you know if Veronica Mitchell lives around here?"
She looks at me. "Ronnie Mitchell? Yeah, she lives at the Queen Vic over the road," she says, pointing out of the window. "Are you a friend?"
"Something like that," I murmur, adding sugar to my drink.
"Right. Well, yeah, she lives at the Queen Vic, but if you can't find her there, she'll probably be at the R&R nightclub; she runs it."
I smile again. "Thank you."


I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky
And I'll make a wish, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
I won't forget all the ones that I love
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway

Ronnie Mitchell. She calls herself "Ronnie." I look at the picture of her again, feeling my smile widen. It suits her somehow. She gave me the name "Amy" but my adoptive parents changed it. Worriedly, I bite my lip. Will she like that? Or will she take offence? I can't worry about the now, though. My main worry is if she likes me or not. And she runs a nightclub. My Mother runs a nightclub and lives in a pub. She must be successful. Now I feel sick and don't want to face her at all. Look at her, so beautiful and successful and here's me, plain, normal and scrubbing toilets for a living. I must be a disappointment for her; that's why she didn't try to get in touch again. But I have to face her. I didn't come all this way for nothing. I pay for my drink and leave. And I'm standing right outside the Queen Victoria put. Breathing deeply, I push the door open.


Buildings with a hundred floors
Swinging 'round revolving doors
Maybe I don't know where they'll take me but
Gotta keep moving on, moving on
Fly away, breakaway

The first thing that hits me is that its loud and smoky, just like any other pub. Everyone's having an afternoon drink. Then – then I see her. Standing behind the bar, dressed in black and red. There she is. Ronnie Mitchell. She's standing with another blonde woman with long hair and they're laughing. She's got a great smile and it makes me want to join in. On shaky legs, I make my way over to them. I'm getting closer to my mother, the closest I've been since I was a baby. She really is beautiful. I stop right in front of the two women; the one with long hair looks at me and smiles widely.
"What can I get you, love?" she asks, reaching for a glass.
In awe, a gape at the two and a happy smile crosses my face. The two look at each other before she – Ronnie – asks; "are you OK?"
I look right at her. "Um – I – Ronnie Mitchell?"
The other woman looks at her, putting down the glass she'd got. Ronnie looks at her, then back at me. "Yeah, that's me."
"Yeah, I know." I can't stop smiling. I'm actually talking to my Mother for the very first time.
"Do I know you?"
"Sort of." I think I'm attracting a bit of attention from the bar staff, for a small, middle aged woman is looking at us from across the bar and another person, a tall man with grey hair is listening as I take off my locket and notice the one she has on. "You – you gave me the same one!"
"What?" Ronnie holds her locket and looks at me suspiciously. "Who are you?"
"I'm Danielle Jones. But you know me as Amy." My hand shaking, I hold the locket out to her across the bar, letting it swing open so she can see herself inside. "I'm your Amy; you're my Mother!"

I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway
Out of the darkness and into the sun
But I won't forget the place I come from
I gotta take a risk, take a chance, make a change
And breakaway, breakaway, breakaway

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