A/N: Hey, so my updating speed this time wasn't so bad, right? I've also managed to publish the first chapter of my new story called Silent Killer, Ronnie gets cancer and is given five months to live, can Jack make all her dreams come true before time runs out? That's one for all you Rack fans out there so check it out and I would be really grateful if you reviewed. Anyway promotional bit over, moving on.
Eight reviews this time! Thanks so so much everybody but I wouldn't complain if you wanted to boost that number this time...
Thanks to the BBC for making EastEnders, I don't own it.
Enjoy.


"Kylie?" A male voice called through from the other room. Jack froze, recognising the voice instantly, "Kylie, you okay? I hear crashing and..."

The feeling of betrayal hit Jack like a slap in the face. Betrayal from complete strangers, that he was used to but the person this voice belonged to was his own flesh and blood. He'd trusted this boy. For a second Jack was distracted, he let his grip on Kylie's neck slip and she took the opportunity. She screamed as loudly as she could manage.

"Kylie!" The voice called worriedly. There was the sound of footsteps running down the corridor before the door swung open and Billie stood before Jack.

There was silence for a second. Then the shouting began.

"Get off her!" Billie shouted, lunging to drag Jack from Kylie.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? She's a fucking murderer!" Jack roared, dropping Kylie and dogging Billie smoothly. Kylie fell back, dragging in gasps of air.

"She didn't mean to!" Billie shouted, trying quickly to defend his friend.

"Yeah, should've thought of that before she shot Ronnie!" Jack yelled at him. The two men stood, eyes fixed on each other, locked in a battle of wills.

"If you love Ronnie so much then why did you #!*% Chelsea in the loos of the Arjee Bhajee?" Instantly Billie regretted his words but the damage was done. All the regret and pain crashed back at Jack like a huge wave overwhelming him. The adrenaline that had kept him in world of anger and hate finally fell away and reality hit him. He hated himself for very argument, every word he had said in anger to Ronnie. He had never considered that...

"Uncle Jack..." Billie began, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."

"No, you're right..." Jack sighed and put his head in his hands, "all this is my fault. Now she's going to die and I can't even remember the last thing I said to her but I'm sure as hell it's not what I want her to remember me by. What if...?"

"Uncle Jack..." Billie said slowly, his gazed fixed on Kylie in front of him "Don't move..."


"Where is he?" Max asked Roxy for about the tenth time. They sat in the pristine blue chairs outside one of the intensive care rooms.

"I don't know. Have you tried his mobile?" Roxy mumbled, not really listening. Her eyes were fixed on the door, waiting for any sign of movement from behind them.

"Oh, only about fifty times!" Max said, starting to get angry. He gripped the phone tightly in his right hand.

"Maybe he didn't want to come..." Roxy replied. She wondered if her sister felt it when the bullet hit her. Did it hurt her or did she just fall? Does she know now what's happened to her?

"Jack wouldn't..." Max lifted the phone up again and hit the dial button. It rung and rung but there was still no answer.


"What?" Jack asked, sounding confused. He lifted his head from his hands and finally realised what Billie meant.

Kylie stood in front of them both looking terrified. In her outstretched, trembling hand she held the gun. It was pointed at Jack.

"If I go down for this then you're coming with me..." Her voice shook dangerously.

"Kylie, stop. You don't have to do this. Just put the gun down, we can sort this. Right, Jack?" Billie began. He glanced over at Jack. Kylie whirled her arm wildly so the gun was pointed at Billie.

"I trusted you Billie but you're just as bad as the rest of them. You brought him here to kill me and he won't stop until he does." Kylie shouted, making wild, terrified accusations.

"No, it wasn't like that!" Billie protested. Jack's hand crept slowly into his pocket and he slid it open. Running his fingers across the number pad he slowly pressed the number nine.

"Then what's he doing here? He just guess where I was then?" Kylie yelled. Jack pressed on the nine again.

"I don't know, please you have to believe me. Just put the gun down and no one else has to get hurt!" Billie tried to stay calm. Jack applied pressure again on the nine before reaching up to press the dial button. Jack could just about hear the dial tone faintly from his pocket, and then voice sounding more like a whisper asked which emergency service he required.

"Kylie the police will catch you anyway, just give up now!" Jack said, putting emphasis on the 'police' and hoping the operator might hear.

Kylie whirled the gun back towards Jack, panic glinting in her eyes.


Max hit the dial button again but this time it was engaged, "Jack, when you get this call me. I've taken Roxy up to the hospital. They've got Ronnie on life support; they're going to let us see her for ten minutes before she goes into surgery. Thought you'd want to be here?"

Max sighed and hung up.


They all stood in silence for a minute or two. None of them dared to move just in case. Finally, Billie took a tentative step towards Kylie; he reached out his hand, "Just give me the gun Kylie... You're one of my oldest mates, you trust me don't you?"

Kylie twisted quickly towards him shouting, "Don't come any closer or I'll shoot! I'm telling you, I'll do it!"

Suddenly there was a wail of police sirens and the car outside screeched to a halt. They rushed past the broken down door and hurried up the stairs.

Kylie glanced about wildly like a deer caught in the glare of headlights. In one single motion she lifted the gun to her chin and pulled the trigger.

"Kylie!" Billie shouted, lunging towards her. But he was too late. The bullet blew through the bottom of her jaw and into her skull. She fell instantly.


"Ronnie!" Roxy cried, leaping from the chair. The bed was pushed through the doors.

"You've got five minutes until the surgeon gets here" the doctor warned but Roxy wasn't listening. She was gazing down at her sister. She looked so small and fragile against the tubes and bandages covering her body.

"Oh..." Roxy whispered slowly. Ronnie's skin seemed to blend in with pristine white sheets under her and there was a huge temporary dressing wrapped neatly over the wound on her head.

Max glanced down at his phone and towards the door before finally taking a tentative step forwards to stand behind Roxy.


Police flooded into the room. Kylie's body crumpled on the floor, blood pooling from under her chin and staining the already dirty carpet. Jack turned away from her, he couldn't look. Billie stood in silence, frozen by horror.

Finally he turned round to Jack, the picture of tragedy.

"You happy now?" He shouted, "See what you did! This is your fault Uncle Jack, all your fault! You came here to kill her and in the end you managed it without even having to get your hands messy!"

Jack tried to ignore Billie and lifted his phone from his pocket.

Thirty three missed calls from Max. Shit.

Jack hit the voicemail button and listened.

"I have to go..." Jack mumbled and ran out of the flat.

"Sir, we need a statement!" The police called after him but Jack had left. He jumped in the amazingly unharmed car and drove off.


"Sorry I'm late" the fat surgeon apologised as he rushed through the double doors huffing and puffing. He was dressed in green scrubs and worse plastic gloves. The doctors began pushing the bed into the next room Roxy kissed her sister on the forehead and squeezed her hand before stepping back.

"Wait!" Max said, stepping in front to block their path. The doctor looked confused, "He'll be here."

"Who'll be here?"

"Jack, he'll be here. He has to see her, just wait one minute, please." Max begged, silently praying for the doors the burst open and Jack to come through.

"Fine... He has one minute." The surgeon agreed hesitantly.

"Hurry up, Jack." Max muttered to himself.


Jack pulled up in the emergency spot outside A&E, there was no time for parking now and to be honest a £50 fine wasn't exactly a big deal, Ronnie was worth it.

He ran round to the front reception. There was a huge queue, Jack grew more and more impatient the longer it took.

By the time he reached the front Jack was so stressed he practically yelled at the nurse, "I need to know where Veronica Mitchell is!"

The tired receptionist sighed and tapped slowly on her keyboard, aggravating Jack even more.

"ICU on the third floor" the receptionist finally said. Jack didn't even stop to thank her, he just ran towards the lifts. He hit the button violently and waited.

"For god's sake!" Jack growled. He ran towards the stairs and raced up them.


"I'm sorry but we can't wait any longer. We have to take Miss Mitchell into surgery now."

"One more minute?" Max begged.

"Sorry, there's not enough time." The surgeon told him apologetically. At that point Jack burst through the doors, his heart pounding.

"Ron..." Jack pushed past Max, Roxy and the doctors to Ronnie's side. He took her hand delicately in his as if he was checking he could touch her without breaking her.

"We need to take her now, I'm sorry." The doctor apologised, "You can see her when she comes out of surgery."

Jack nodded in acceptance, "Look after her..."

"We'll do our best"


A/N: So Kylie died. Even though I hate her for hurting our Ronnie and Jack in the actual program I can't help but feel a bit sorry for her to be honest. Am I just crazy or do you too? Anyway, let me know what you though, review button's just down there.