Eastenders – for half the population has become part of our regular weekly television routine, we've watched characters come and go, some we're happy to see the back of others not so happy, but I am sure you will agree we all have our favourites, we live in hope that they will one day return to fulfil our viewing pleasure.

A personal favourite of mine is 'David Wicks' played by actor Michael French, The east ends notorious womaniser.

This fanfic takes off from January the13th (the date the episode was aired) the day of Pats funeral and also the day David Wicks left Carol stranded in the square after promising her he'd changed and would take her away with him.

This is how I believe things could have progressed if he was a stronger person….

State of mind

David sped out the square slamming his foot down on the accelerator pedal hard, if only Carol hadn't taken so long, if only Derek and co had left him alone, here he goes again making excuses, running away, he had done nothing but run away all his life and tonight was no exception. Tears steamed down his face as he swerved round the corner, seeing Carols disappointed face in the rear-view mirror seconds before ripped his insides apart "NO" he shouted "NO MORE" he slammed down the breaks and put his head in his hands "I cant do this anymore" he muttered to himself, forcing the door open and getting out, he looked up at the sky "mum! Help me! I don't know what to do! Tell me what to do!" he wailed at the night sky dropping to his knees and hugging himself, floods of tears kept pouring from his eyes as all his mistakes flooded his mind, he'd never cried so much in his life.

"Well, well, well this brings back a few memories" laughed Derek appearing from nowhere "I remember way back when I could make you squeal like cat being castrated without anaesthetic" "just sod off Derek, leave me alone" David yelled through the river of tears washing out his eyes, making his vision blurred "il leave you alone when you get back in that car and drive it as far away from me and my sister as possible" instructed Derek now rushing over to David grabbing him and punching him hard in the face "ahh" David cried as pain surged through him, he'd been hit a fair few times in his life but never as hard as this, he was a lover not a fighter, and that's something that would never change, as he lay on the ground Derek kicked and punched him causing blood to seep from his face, David didn't fight back, he couldn't, he didn't even try, he just lay there with his arms up around his head in an attempt to protect himself from Derek's near fatal blows.

David's life flashed before him each sequence ended with him running, running away, running as fast and as far as possible like a rabbit would run from a blood thirsty dog.

Suddenly he had a burst of adrenalin, he shot to his feet catching Derek off guard knocking him back, he stumbled and pulled a knife "your getting this Wicks" he threatened waving the knife from left to right like he was slashing an invisible person in front of him, he charged forward screaming at the top of his lungs like a warrior in battle, David managed to grab the hand that held the lethal weapon, but Derek had the advantage, the strength to over power him, he was a man possessed, a man capable of terrible things, David was bleeding heavily from his nose and mouth, his ribs and back stung with pain but he still found one last burst of energy to push Derek hard against the wall, he didn't know how, he was dizzy, he felt like he was going to either collapse or throw up.

As he forced all his weight against Derek the knife fell to the ground "im giving you this once chance Wicks" bellowed Derek surprised at David's strength, he'd just given him the mother of all beatings yet somehow now he was the one pinned against the wall "you stay away from me" slurred David as flashing lights appeared before his eyes, he was weakening and Derek could tell, he took the opportunity to give David one final punch sending him flying backwards into the middle of the road before running off into the darkness of the square. His 'this isn't over warnings' faded into the night.

David Lay there, sweat and blood oozing from his wounds, his breathing was fast but in his head he knew he needed just one more blast of energy, as he stared at the sky he could hear his mums voice coming from somewhere unknown, telling him, forcing him to get up.

He managed to crawl round the corner into the brightly lit main street of the square, in the day it was full of market stalls, people rushing in and out of the café, the launderette, the Vic.

"ahhh" he yelled at the top of his lungs as he saw someone running towards him, it was Carol she hadn't moved from the spot in the road where he'd left her "David!" she cried "what have they done to you" she cradled him, "No more Carol" he slurred "no more running" he continued as Carol helped him to his feet.

He instantly felt better, he had finally stopped running, he had faced up to Derek – in a funny sort of way, he knew Derek wouldn't leave things there, he wanted David dead and he would make sure it was the last thing he ever did.

But if he thought for one moment that would stop David being with Carol he had another thing coming.

That fateful night, after being cleaned up and put to bed, he lay there next to Carol, the woman he'd never stopped loving, the woman who was now his past, present and future. He vowed he would never run again, this time things were going to be different, he'd said this a thousand times before, but things had changed, he was in a different state of mind now, well tonight at least.

He turned heavily onto his side and cuddled up to Carol, holding her tight he slowly drifted away to the land of dreams…..

There we go people very short but you get the general idea, if you would like me to continue the story from here please let me know!

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