So this is a completely new idea I had, I have never done a crossover fic before but thought it might be interesting to try it, as if Carla moved to Emmerdale after leaving Weatherfield. Let me know what you think and if I should continue xx

Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Had someone given me a reason to turn back, and I probably would have. But I had nothing, I had nothing that was holding me to Weatherfield, not anymore. Nick had left me, not that I blamed him in the slightest, what I did was cruel and betraying. I had sold the factory, besides, my passion for flirting with clients and screaming at knicker stitchers has slowly died over the past few years. It was a street full of bad memories. I was the rainy cloud in Weatherfield, I was what put the 'weather' in the title.

Without expressing further vanity, I knew it would feel empty without me; I had made my mark on the cobbles without a doubt. But it was time to move on. It was time to leave the love loss, gunshots, fire, hatred, alcoholism, gambling and my new found family behind. As much as it hurt, I had to move on and if I couldn't stomach Devon without Nick, I was going to try somewhere a little closer to home. Somewhere where I would never have imagined myself, Carla Connor, setting up and living a life. But I was tired of the heels and the stylish clothes and the reputation I had to constantly upkeep. I wanted to start a fresh and so today was the first day of the rest of my life.

"Is this it?" I ask my brother, Aidan, as we round a corner into a small village.

"Yep, we're here." He tells me, turning to glance at where I was hesitantly biting my lip in the passenger seat. "Emmerdale farm."

"This is big, you know?" I virtually whisper, my eyes darting around the rural square, the cobbles on the houses rather than the streets. It was like a completely transverse world in comparison to what I was used to.

"You want me to help you with your stuff?" He offers, as I tilt my head backwards, examining the large suitcases that were nestled upon the back seats of the car, followed by the ones in the boot. I had brought only my clothes and essential items. The furniture I had left behind; I had the money from my flat and the factory, which was a very substantial amount in which I had already deposited some of on one of the new flats that had been renovated here. The rest I had to settle in and begin decorating.

"I hadn't given this much thought." I sigh, bewildered at the fact I was actually here. "I took the money I had and left, as if it was some sort of adventure... I don't even have a job lined up."

"Carla, you owned a factory." He reminds me. "You'll find a job in no time with that experience."

"Yeah... Suppose." I nod, and he opens his door abruptly, progressing to unpack the car before I change my mind. I take a deep breath before opening my own, stepping out onto the ground beneath me. The scent of freshly mown grass and Sunday dinner from the local pub fills my sinuses. It was scary, but exciting.

"So this is the part where we say goodbye..." Aidan mutters, as soon as my suitcases were unloaded from the car and resting outside the door of my new flat.

"It's hardly goodbye Aidan." My voice cracks as I say the words, because I suddenly felt so alone. Michelle always told me I didn't need a safety net, but I had never actually tried living without one, not for a very long time anyway.

"I'll come and visit." He nods. "Once you've settled in, I'll bring all the family over."

"Give me some warning first though." I force a smile. "I might be milking a cow or harvesting a field."

"Yeah right." He laughs, tears brewing in his eyes and we stare at one another for a few seconds before he wraps me in a hug. It feels like eternity, it feels as if I was about to lose all my security, the security I so desperately needed but would never admit to. But I had to be strong, this was what I needed now. "Take care of yourself."

"Don't I always?" I whisper, as he pulls away, squeezing my hand and staring at me one more time before disappearing from view. I stand, leant up against the flat door, breathing deeply as I try to regain myself after the teary goodbye.

"Alright?" I hear a sudden voice and jolt back to my senses. My head turns sharply to where a bloke is stood on the steps, hands safely tucked inside his jacket pockets.

"Uh... Yeah, thanks." I cough slightly, turning to open the door.

"You need any help with that?" He points to the suitcases and I pause, key in the lock. Was I being hit on already? Surely not, this man was a lot younger than me, and definitely not my type.

"I'm good thanks." I shrug him off, I was doing well at making friends; the first person I've engaged with and I'm already being a cow. "...I suppose, you could lug a few of them inside if you have the time."

"I wouldn't have asked otherwise." He shoots me a smile as I push the door open, the smell of fresh paint knocks me back. It was fairly small, but contained everything I needed. "Carla, right?"

"Yeah, how did you know?" I ask him.

"I live in the flat below, I heard there was a new tenant moving in." He informs me, before holding out his hand for me to shake. "Robert Sugden."

"Can't say I get on particularly well with Robert's." I bite my lip, referring to both my brother, and the chef I slept with behind Nick's back. "But maybe you can change that."

"Yeah well, anything you need, you know where I am." He offers. "My boyfriend Aaron is over a lot of the time, so we'll try and... Keep the noise down, if you get what I mean. I don't know how sound proof these ceilings and walls are."

"Boyfriend?" I raise an eyebrow. "Didn't click straight away, I won't lie."

"Hoping you were in with a chance were you?" He winks and I crack a smile. "See you around." He says, before nodding curtly and leaving me in peace. He seemed nice enough; not like the cheating, murdering, psycho's I was used to...

I open the door to The Woolpack hesitantly, my ears filling with joyous chatter as I enter the room. There was no sign of Robert, so I would have to try and socialise with someone else, or drink alone.

"Red wine please?" I ask the woman behind the bar. She looked a similar age to me, with wavy brown hair and a kind smile on her face.

"Glass or bottle?" She asks me.

"Oh glass." I assure her. "Wouldn't want to be making any rash impressions on my first day."

"You new here then?" She questions, handing me my drink across the bar, which I sip momentarily after giving her the money.

"Just moved in." I nod, pointing in the direction my flat was. "Up there."

"Oh, Rakesh's new flats?" She recalls.

"Yeah that's his name I think." I reply. "Lovely man over the phone."

"Yeah well he meddled with the DNA results of his grandchild and covered up his son's hit and run, but yeah he can be alright." She shrugs, as I give her a wary look. "I probably shouldn't be telling you this... Chas Dingle, owner of this establishment here."

"Carla Connor." I return. "And trust me, don't worry about dragging up people's pasts, I could top them all with my own."

"Not too sure about that." She grins. "You haven't heard mine yet."

"Mum have you seen my phone?" A dark haired guy appears behind her, with a sulky expression but pretty eyes.

"Oh good to see you too." Chas turns to him. "Have you checked down the sofa Aaron?"

"Well obviously." He rolls his eyes.

"Aaron?" I pipe up, and he gives me a weird look. I suddenly feel completely stupid. "Sorry it's just... Someone mentioned you earlier... Uh, Robert?"

"So?" Aaron shrugs and I close my mouth abruptly.

"Well it's just... I've moved into his block, he said you stopped round there sometimes." I force myself to release some more words and he gives a small nod.

"Yeah well, that's me I guess." He mutters, before disappearing.

"He can be lovely when you get to know him." Chas voices, hesitantly, as I trace my finger around the rim of my wine glass. "He's a man of few words my Aaron, not good with new people either... But he's had a rough time recently, don't take it personally."

"Oh I never do." I assure her, glancing behind the bar. "I'm not fishing for a job or anything when I say this, bar work isn't really my style... But I'm gonna need something. I've been owning a factory since 2007 and I've only just sold it before moving here. I don't suppose you have any idea of places I could check out, do you?"

"If you're looking for something business like, you ought to try Sharma and Sharma. It's a factory just outside the village, or you could try Home Farm but I mean, that's mainly a family business. If there's nothing around here I'm sure there's places in Hotten though, it's a nearby town." Chas explains. "Then again if you did ever change your mind about bar work, I'm sure I could give you a few shifts here if you're desperate."

"That made a whole load of sense." I narrow my eyes but smile at her all the same. "I'm sure I'll find something, I mean-"

"Chas? You couldn't have Noah and Moses for a bit could you?" A female voice interrupts me, as a blonde woman holding a push chair comes into my vision, followed by a young boy.

"I can look after myself, I'm not a kid." The boy folds his arms over his chest.

"Uh, I think you'll find you are." She points out, before turning back to Chas pleadingly.

"Carla, this is Charity, my cousin." Chas informs me and I flash her a warm smile, which she is quick to ignore.

"Please, just for an hour or two." She persists. "I've got some business to sort with Cain."

"And by business you mean, winding Moira up?" She assumes.

"No!" Charity retaliates. "I mean... Well if that is thrown into the mix then it can't be helped but-"

"I'm working, can't you see that?" Chas cuts her off before signing reluctantly. "Fine, Noah go watch telly in the back room, but don't disturb Aaron, he's not in a good mood today."

"When is he ever?" Charity mutters.

"You want me to accommodate your kids or what?" Chas retaliates, taking the baby that Charity passes her without hesitation.

"Thanks, I owe you." She blows her a kiss before heading off, squeezing my arm briefly before leaving. "Nice to meet you Carly."

"Carla." I correct her, but she was already gone. "You're related to some... Interesting people."

"No, don't even get me started on my family." She shakes her head. "That's a story for another time, when I have a spare few months to tell it."

"Oh well then I guess I'll leave my personal life for now then." I scoff and she laughs at this. "I thought I was coming to somewhere carefree and deserted."

"You clearly didn't check the tourist info before you arrived then." Chas raises her eyebrows. "It might look like a quiet little farm, but that's about the extent of it. You're in for a rocky ride, I assure you that."