Sorry it's been a while :D

Chapter 4...

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, just my idea.

Sian finished having a rather animated conversation about house prices with Steve when Kevin rose from the booth and shot her a small smile. Tracy and Steve had traipsed in a little while ago and double took when they had spotted Sian. Of course the name had slipped the mind but Sian had kindly reminded them. It didn't at all surprise the blonde as she'd only been a well known family's resident and one of their daughter's girlfriends.

Of course, everyone knew the name of the girl who had drawn them apart. Everyone knew everyone's business in this stupid street. Kevin crossed his arms and waited patiently for the blonde as she rounded up her conversation with the previous Rovers owner and his tyrant wife. Tracy seemed a lot nicer. Sian had also managed to get speaking to Owen who seemed to be quite happy with his building firm and was still a little begrudging over the fact Jason had left to be with Rosie. Sian sniggered at the typicality of it all.

She pulled her coat tighter around her as she walked with Kevin out onto the street and stepped onto the cobbles. For the first time in what seemed like forever it had actually stopped raining but it was still flaming freezing by anyone's terms. She observed as Kevin noted the cold too and pulled his faded purple coat tighter around himself. Kevin Webster was a man that not many people understood and Sian wouldn't prize herself on the fact she could win if they based a Scene it on him but she'd had her fair share of run ins with the man, enough to analyse him to a good extent. He had never intentionally meant her any harm with his few harsh words about her needing to move out and Sian had totally understood.

He had been thrown into an awkward position and one that had devastated both himself and the Webster family after the Dobbs' incident. She wanted to think crudely and express the fact that five years ago she could have said she knew where Sophie had gotten her going off with another woman streak from but the mature Sian didn't think that now, it all seemed so juvenile. Kevin picked through his pockets for a little while as they came to a halt outside the Webster home. It was still very much as Sian had remembered it, except the paint on the door looked a little less flaky.

After a while it seemed Kevin couldn't locate his keys and instead raised his hand and knocked twice. It couldn't have been any later than seven thirty, Sian thought idly as she waited for someone to answer the door. Moments later there were muffled voices and the thundering of feet. When the door flew open Sian was startled, before her gaze dragged downward onto the little tyke in the doorway. He was gazing up at his father, wearing a gap toothed but unmistakable Webster smile. He did look like Kevin with his brown ruffled hair and sharp eyes. This meant he looked like his sisters too, one more so.

"Mum!" The boy yelled before turning back indoors. Kevin shushed him and ushered him inside before turning to Sian and giving her a reassuring smile. There was the sound of Sally talking back to her son. Well almost son. Sian took in a deep breath before stepping inside the home she'd left in all too much of a hurry five years ago. She slipped her shoes off and lay them down neatly before pushing the door closed with a small snap.

"You'll let the draft in, Kevin, lettin' it close by itself like that," Sally scolded as she made her way out from the kitchen under the carved arches. Jack had slumped himself down on the floor in front of the telly to resume his intake of The Simpsons. Kevin was standing a little awkwardly behind the sofa, gazing at his wife. Sian felt her heart beat flicker into a faster pace for a few seconds before she forced herself to subdue it and enter the home.

"Hey Sal," She greeted warmly as she closed the second door behind herself. The older blonde's jaw slacked and for a few moments it looked like she would go into shock. Sian grinned and pulled at the sleeves of her jacket.

"Jesus, look at you," Sally breathed as she took a few steps forward before halting and resuming her hand drying moment on the tea towel she was clutching.

"I'll put kettle on, eh?" Kevin put in before disappearing through to the kitchen.

"Sian, I-" Sally began but the young woman raised her hand and grinned.

"Don't Sal, I don't know why I'm so dunt ask, and if you're even goin' to think of bringin' it up," She warned in a playful manner before holding her arms out. She never would have dreamed of hugging Sally back when she'd lived with them, even though she had on multiple occasions thanked Sally for acting like her mother and got a hug or two when she was a little down and Sophie was at work. Sally seemed stumped but quickly regained composure and gave a fleeting grin.

"You look good, older,"

"Would be a little awkward if I didn't," Sian retorted in a teasing manner before motioning to the sofa. "May I?" Sally looked stunned that she'd actually been asked if Sian could sit down. Usually the two of them had just thundered downstairs and slumped all over them but Sian wasn't the live in anymore, she was a guest, back for a visit to the home she'd once resided in.

"'Course, have you eaten?" Sally asked as Kevin reappeared with three mugs and distributed them. Sian thanked the man before setting hers on the small table.

"No but I'll pop over to the take-away later," Sian said brightly as she shot the woman a smile. Sally shook her head and placed her own mug down.

"I'll make you an omelette, Kevin yours is in the microwave," Sally informed them before disappearing into the kitchen. Kevin grinned widely before taking a seat in the single armchair. Jack seemed to be able to break his attention from the telly to glance at the strange blonde sitting in his living room. He gave her a stern gaze before turning to his father.

"Sian," The blonde said quickly before Kevin did and held her hand out to the little boy. Of course it wasn't formal but more of a fun gesture. "I used to live around here and thought I'd visit," She lied. The young boy scooted forward and shook her hand before grinning.

"I'm Jack," He said. Sian nodded and returned the happy gesture. Just then the boy scrambled to his feet, in a way that everyone else in the house had long lost the energy and mobility to do, and dashed toward the stairs. "Sophie!" He yelled. Everyone in the room froze. "There's a visitor called Sian in our living room!"

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