Sorry it's taken me so long to update, I've been pretty sick lately so it's taken a while for me to get the energy up to do anything. I hope you're still enjoying this.

Now, as for a couple of chapters after this one, some of it might seem a bit unrealistic, but I can do that since this is fan fiction. LOL Hope it doesn't piss you off too much. ;o)

But, if I've made any mistakes or it does annoy you too much, just let me know so I can figure out where exactly I'm going wrong. Thanks!

Kylie swore in frustration as, for the umpteenth time in just over a month, Rhiannon's phone went to the answering machine.

"Goddamn it woman! Will you just pick up the phone? You can't lock yourself away forever; you need to get on with things. If you don't return this call within five minutes, I swear to god I am going to come around and kick your door down myself." She slammed the phone down with a growl and turned to look at Jeff, who was sitting at the kitchen counter with a wide-eyed expression on his face.

"What?" Kylie snapped as she poured herself a fresh cup of coffee.

"Nuthin'. I just don't know if she'll respond well to your yelling. I know I'd be too scared to call back." He replied with a grin and Kylie hit him on the shoulder,

"Well, she hasn't responded to anything at all lately. I haven't seen her since the day she quit her job and the girl they've replaced her with is impossible! She's a fucking miniature Megan. I don't think I can put up with it for much longer." Kylie moaned and Jeff gave her a confused look.

"Is that the only reason you want to talk to her? To try and get her to go back to work?"

"Of course not." She retorted sharply and Jeff raised an eyebrow. "I'm worried about her. She'll make herself sick if she keeps moping around."

"But, if you haven't seen or heard from her, how do you know she is moping around? We both know she hated that job. She could have just decided that this was the time to do it, considering she doesn't have a child to support anymore." He shrugged and Kylie shook her head knowingly.

"That's just not what she's like. She's into routine, which is the real reason why she stayed at the job for so long. She's afraid of taking risks." Jeff wasn't surprised to hear this but was still doubtful that Rhiannon would waste her time moping for a whole month.

"Why? What happened to her?" Kylie shrugged, having wondered the same thing herself many times.

"God, I don't know. When I first met Rhiannon, she was a completely different person. Outgoing, proud, idealistic and a dreamer...and a complete bitch! Well, at least until you got to know her. About seven years ago, she decided to travel for a while. She came back a few times but always left again not long after. Those times she seemed fine, but just over three years ago she came back from wherever she'd been a completely changed person. She just seemed to have lost her spark. She never left again after that and she's never told me what happened during her travels." Kylie sighed and took a tiny sip of her coffee while Jeff thought about what she'd said and was intrigued.

"What about her life back in Ireland? What made her leave there?"

"To be honest, in all the years I've known Rhiannon she's never really spoken about her life in Ireland. I asked her about it, you know the usual "what was it like back there?" questions, but all she said was "damp, cold and full of drunks." I could never get anything else out of her about it."

"Well, that seems to suggest that things weren't the best for her back there. Do you know why she came to this particular part of the world? I mean, a small town in North Carolina usually isn't somewhere most travelers would automatically think of when they want to move to the States." Kylie just smiled at him in amusement.

"You may have noticed that Rhiannon isn't like most foreigners. But, the real reason she moved here was because her Aunt Katherine owned the house she now lives in. When Rhian was eighteen Kath got really sick with cancer, so she decided to come out and take care of her, since Kath's husband had passed away the year before. Nobody really expected Kath to die, especially not Rhiannon, since she'd gone into remission from the same type of cancer twice before. But, unfortunately, a year to the day after she was re-diagnosed, Kath did pass away. She left all her belongings to Rhiannon, as a thank you for looking after her, but all Rhian wanted was the house. It made her feel closer to her Aunt. Anyway, Imogen came out from Ireland with Kiara, who was about three years old, not long after the funeral. Although Rhiannon was going to give everything but the house to charity, Imogen managed to guilt Rhian into giving her most of the money that Kath had left, saying that she needed it to take care of Kiara."

"Why was Rhian going to give it all to charity in the first place?" Jeff seemed confused and Kylie rolled her eyes.

"When Katherine had fallen ill again, none of the family even bothered to phone or send a letter to ask how she was doing. Kath firmly told Rhian not to even bother calling them to let them know how she was recovering since they obviously didn't care. It broke Rhiannon's heart when Katherine passed away. She loved her like a mother. Anyway, when Imogen turned up on her doorstep with her young daughter, Rhian helped her out and let her stay at the house free of charge. And that's where Imogen and Kiara stayed until they followed Rhiannon to wherever she was about five or six years ago, and when Imogen got into the WWE, she left Kiara here with Rhian to look after her." Kylie shrugged with a sigh. "I don't know exactly why Imogen and Rhiannon's relationship has always been so strained. From the outside you'd think it had something to do with Imogen's disinterest in Katherine or the fact that they're complete opposites. But I've known them both for nearly ten years and I know for a fact that it runs deeper than that, but neither of them will talk about why." Jeff processed this information silently while Kylie grabbed her keys. He snapped out of his contemplation as he realised that she was heading to the front door.

"Where are you going now? You've hardly even touched your coffee."

"Where do you think?" She asked, shrugging on her jacket. "I'm going to see Rhian. I need to know what's going on."

"Don't you think she might just want to be alone?" He got up off the stool and followed her out the door.

"Don't you think she'd just tell me if she wanted to be alone?" Kylie retorted, opening her car door and giving Jeff a pointed stare. "She's ignoring my calls for a reason, and I want to know what it is. You coming?" He shrugged off a sudden urge of irrational annoyance and just nodded his head, hopping in the passenger side.

"Promise me you won't be too hard on her. She's probably very fragile right now, I don't want her pushed over the edge." He told her, more serious than Kylie had ever seen him, and she paused a moment to look into his eyes.

"Alright, I promise." She eventually agreed, grudgingly. "But if she is just moping, she's going to be in a hella lot of trouble."