Sorry for the long wait! Life has been hectic!
N.B. Oops! Forgot to say; the whole Damien thing did happen I just convienently left him out in the previous two chapters! But the whole Ronnie screaming, and Jack being the hero did happen, and this is continued from there.
Enough rambling!
Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own any of the charcters you recognise, that privilege goes to someone else entirely. Also some of the moments used in this fanfiction aren't mine either, i've just borrowed them for a little while, and changed them slightly.
Necessities and Memories
Pulling up outside the Vic, he cut the engine before looking at her. She didn't turn to him, instead just staring out of the windscreen, whether out of defiance, avoidance or stubborness he didn't know, but if he had to bet, he'd say all three. Neither made any motion to get out the car or to break the silence that had hung over them since leaving the station.
Still letting his eyes roam over her face, he decided that he better break the silence now, otherwise they'd both be here all night out of outright stubborness, mostly on her part.
"Still the same old Veronica Mitchell"
She turned then, dragging her eyes over to meet his, in a slow turn of the head.
"Doing what's necessary"
Still she didn't respond, and Jack wasn't sure whether he should admire her stubborness or just be frustrated by it.
"I'd say that devil's getting a little heavy by now"
A wry grin spread across his face as he motioned towards her shoulder.
"It was worth it"
He shook his head in a rueful manner, knowing he really had hit the nail on the head with his first statement.
"It always is where Roxy's concerned, huh?"
It was more a statement than a question, and Ronnie could feel the irritation bubble within her. He had done her a favour sure, but it gave him no right to question her motives or make implications about how her conscience should be plaguing her.
"She's my little sister. It's my job to look after her"
The eye contact that had been held all the while, intensified and Ronnie could swear that his eyes had darkened somewhat, whether it was the tingle running down her spine or the dim light that seeped in from the nearby streetlamp, she couldn't tell.
"St Jude's Secondary school" He waited a moment before continuing. "We were 15. Some girl in the year above had been giving Roxy grief. She was only 12. I walked you home after school one day and we found her in floods of tears, you remember?"
He waited for a response that never came, but he knew he had her attention, the dark intense blue that coloured her eyes a clear indication.
"Sarah Anderson, I think her name was. Next day, you broke her nose and bust her lip. Suspended for a week"
Ronnie remebered quite clearly, and couldn't help the amused smile that played at the corners of her lips. Jack allowed a light chuckle to escape him, inwardly pleased that he had her smiling. Even if it wasn't a full blown grin, he had learned long ago that Ronnie wasn't one to let anyone in easily, and to take what she offered slowly but surely.
"When they asked you why you did it, can you remember what you said?"
This time the smile did come, even if it was only a small one, and she broke the eye contact to glance away before looking back at him.
"She's my baby sister. It's my job to look after her"
Taking the keys from the ignition and undoing his seatbelt, Ronnie watched closely, silently cursing for being irrationally entranced by his movements. When he spoke, she could swear his voice had dropped an octave lower than usual, coming out in a low and somewhat husky tone.
"Like I said..............Still the same Veronica Mitchell"