Thank you for the reviews. Can I just say if any of you are on the Digital Spy forum can you do me a favour and tell everyone they can breathe a sigh of relief as Samantha Womack is not leaving (phew) and I do have a source which is the BBC though whether you chose to believe this is your choice.

Basically, I saw this on the forum that Sam was leaving which I was sad about so being the cool person I am I went onto the BBC press office site and on the right hand side of the page there is an enquiries page. It does say only journalists but I thought I would have a go anyway. I put in the enquiry 'is Samantha Womack leaving? then in the name I put my boyfriends because I thought this sounded more journalist than mine and I put his number in. Anyway, to my surprise they left my boyfriend a voicemail saying that no she was not leaving. I would put it on myself but I don't have an account and I tried to make one but they want to charge me £5 to verify it!!

Anyway, I hope you are all looking foward to Rack week and can now look forward knowing she is not going anywhere!

Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Ronnie sighed not quite sure what to say in reply, she began to write a text but soon cancelled it as she really was not at all sure what to say.

The next day Ronnie was in the minute mart buying a paper when Max came in. "What happened with you and Jack?"

"What?" Ronnie replied.

"He ain't talkin' again and he is refusing to do any physio. I saw yer storm out yesterday. Something must have happened."

"Why is it you are trying to play cupid exactly? Can you not except that Jack and I are in the past and he is your responsibility not mine." She said before she stormed out of the minute mart with the newspaper

"HEY! Arent you gonna pay for that?!" Heather shouted from behind the counter.

Desperate to get away from people Ronnie let herself into the club. She locked the door behind her and went and sat in the office. As she sat in the chair she pulled out the top drawer on her left hand side and saw the engagement ring. She picked it up and held it in front of her. A single tear ran down her cheek as she was now almost positive that a reunion with Jack was not on the cards.

She hated herself for the fact that she over reacted yesterday and she knew that Jack wasn't likely to let her in again – he struggled enough to begin with. She went into the bar and glasses were still lined up on it from the raid and in her rage she used her arms to knock them off so that they smashed on the floor.

The club was filled with memories, some good and some bad, and now the place was once again trashed. She sat down on the floor for a moment, with her back leaning against the bar and she was surrounded by glass but she didn't seem to bother. She banged her head against the bar a couple of times before composing herself. She got her phone out of her jeans pocket and scrolled down to the name Jack in her address book. She hovered over the green call button for a moment considering whether to press it and eventually it did. Her face fell as it rang out once and went straight to voicemail but she didn't really expect any different.

Eventually, Ronnie got up and started to pick up some of the glass by hand. In the process she cut through the middle of her hand but she didn't seem to be remotely fazed by it – she just placed the bits she had picked up already into the bin and she decided that it would be a better idea to fetch a dust pan and brush. Blood continued to drip down from her hand but still she carried on, taking no notice.

Once she had finished clearing the mess she had just made she went behind the bar where there was a first aid box. She opened it and wrapped a bandage around her hand, not even bothering to clean the wound up first.

Ronnie picked up a silver tray off the bar and looked at her reflection before putting it down and going to face the world again. As he got outside he phone began to ring. She let out a sigh as she read the name, Max, on the caller ID and answered.

"What now... no Max I'm busy... I haven't got time to go to the hospital... He won't want to see me... Max who died and made you cupid." She said as she hung up the phone and let out a large sigh.

She badly wanted to go to the hospital but she couldn't face the idea of Jack rejecting her. It was a feeling she had felt before and it wasn't one she cared to feel again.

As she walked back through the square she was greeted by Roxy who was pushing Amy. "Ronnie!" She shouted, trying to grab her attention. Ronnie was shocked that Roxy was talking to her and so paused for a moment before walking over to her.

"Listen, I'm sorry if I was out of order sending you that text yesterday. Why don't you come in and we could talk over a cuppa?" Roxy said, reaching out to her siser.

Ronnie nodded and followed her and Amy into The Vic. The three of them sat in the kitchen, Amy was on Ronnie's knee. "So, is it true? Is Chelsea pregnant?" Roxy asked.

"No, she thought she might have been but no she isn't. Oh Rox, I had such a go at Jack and I told him that he deserved to be in hospital. I didn't mean it, it was just heat of the moment. Things were finally going well and when you sent me that text I thought it was you and Amy all over again. Now he hates me."

Roxy gave her a sympathetic look and then she saw Ronnie's hand and the bloody bandage she had over it. "What did you do to your hand?" Roxy asked concerned.

"Dropped a glass, that's all." Ronnie replied.

Roxy finished making the teas and placed a mug in front of Ronnie. "You know, Jack isn't an unreasonable guy. Yeh he might have to let of some steam to begin with but he will understand. Don't just give up. If you've learnt anything from him being shot it should be that life is short." Roxy told her.

"Since when did you become so grown up?" Ronnie asked with a smile.

"Well, I had a good teacher." She said smiling up at her big sister. "Now finish that and you go and tell him that you love him because you and I both know that you do. Time you stopped kidding yourself and put everyone out of their misery. And then, once you have done that you can come here and we'll have a drink whilst you tell me what happened. Yeh?"

Ronnie couldn't help but smile. She missed times like this and she missed being able to confide in her little sister. "Thanks." Ronnie whispered as she left.

Ronnie went straight to the hospital. When she arrived Carol and Max were stood outside Jack's room looking distressed. "Has something happened?" Ronnie asked anxiously.

"He won't do any physio or talk to anyone." Carol told her. "I suppose this is your doing." Ronnie ignored her comment and walked into Jack's room, closing the door behind her though very aware that Max and Carol were watching her.

"Hi." She said nervously as she neared the bed.

"Come to add more salt to the wound have you?" Jack stuttered.

"No, not at all. I came to make sure that you were okay seeing as you wouldn't answer your phone." She told him.

"Well I am fine so you can go now." He replied coldly.

"Right. So it is like that is it? I reckon that bullet has done serious damage to that head of yours, before you were annoying but now your are just downright cold and ignorant. Now I am sorry for yesterday but you cannot blame me for being upset after all you did get my sister pregnant! Now I am going to find a doctor and sort out you doing some physio because I am not going to watch the man I love sit here feeling sorry for himself when he could be doing something about it. You have a family that will do anything for you Jack but why the hell should they when you won't even help yourself."

And with that Ronnie took it upon herself to arrange physio for Jack.