Billy sighed as he lit the last cigarette in the pack. He crumpled the pack up and threw it at Heco, who was ranting about...something. For the last 20 minutes Billy had been staring into the depths of his beer, thinking about Her. He shook his head as if trying to clear it. It was then that he heard the all too familiar rumble of the car that must have just pulled up outside of the Four Roses. Why in the hell would she be here? Billy thought to himself. Joe glanced at Billy and cringed. A look of confusion briefly crossed Billy's face before he hardened it back in to the steely glare that he usually wore. If Heco noticed, he didn't say anything. Billy waited on pins and needles to see if she would come in to the bar or just scream at him from outside, like she used to do when she was pissed at him.

He heard the bell above the door jangle. She walked in, he looked up and felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. She was gorgeous. Six feet tall, somewhat thick but with muscles in all the right places from working out every day, shoulder length jet black hair that floated around her face in choppy layers and those piercing emerald eyes. She had on tight black jeans, biker boots and a black wife-beater cut off at the bottom that stopped a couple of inches below her ample chest. He knew that if she turned around that he would see her tribal tattoo's all over her back and his name tattooed on the small of her back, right above her butt.

He averted his eyes to avoid the intense stare that she was giving him. She flicked her eyes away from him, almost like he wasn't worth looking at, and settled her icy emerald glare on Joe, his little brother. When she spoke, he could hear the barely suppressed fury in her voice. "Joe Darley, what the fuck did you do to my sister? You fucking asshole."

Joe jumped in his chair as if he had been slapped. "Ty, I didn't do anything to Liz. I swear." He held up his hands as if to ward off a blow.

"If you didn't do anything to her, then why did she call me, crying, talking about how you fucking left her?" Ty glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest, waiting for an answer.

"Don't fuckin' talk to my brother like that." Billy said, coming to Joe's defense.

"Billy, stay the fuck out of this. It ain't your problem." She glared at him.

"You start talkin' shit about my brother, it becomes my problem."

"Unless you're the one that fucking got my sister pregnant, then it's NOT your problem!" Ty spat the words at Billy as if they were acid that she wished would dissolve him on the spot.

"Liz is pregnant? It's not mine!" Joe protested. "She musta fucked some other guy."

"You know Liz would never do that. She's been in love with you practically since 1st grade when you tried to kiss her on the bus. Don't even start that bullshit about how it ain't yours."

Heco glanced at the three of them and decided that anywhere else would be a good place to be. He stood up as unobtrusively as possible and practically ran out of the bar.

Ty continued to shoot daggers in Joe's direction while trying to figure out why Liz hadn't told her that Joe didn't know.

"Why didn't she tell me?" Joe asked.

"Maybe you didn't give her a chance or maybe you just decided to leave before she got up the courage to tell you. Whatever the reason was, it doesn't matter. What I want to know is what you plan to do about it now that you know?"

"She's sure it's mine?" Joe swallowed nervously.

"Of course she's sure, you dumb-ass. Do you honestly think that she'd sic me on you if she wasn't?" Ty stared at him in disbelief.

"No..." he trailed off, obviously trying to digest what Ty had just said. "I'm going to be a dad? Wait...that explains why she was being so bitchy and not telling me why. Ty, do you think she'd take me back?" Joe looked up at her with hopeful eyes.

"I don't know. Maybe. I'll give you a ride to her place if you want. I'm going there anyway." Ty helpfully offered.

"Sure. Thanks Ty. I owe you one." Joe got up from the table and started walking toward the door.

"You aren't going to just go with her, are you?" Billy sputtered in disbelief.

"Yeah, why not?" Joe looked at Billy questioningly.

"She just shows up out of nowhere after 5 years, screaming about how much of an asshole you are and like two seconds later, you are going to get in her fucking car and go somewhere? I thought you knew better." Billy glared at Joe.

"It's Ty Billy. It's not like she's a member of the Sparks or anything." Joe shook his head in disbelief.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Billy got up from the table and stormed out of the bar, leaving his beer on the table, half-drunk.

Joe turned and saw a single tear rolling down Ty's face. Joe was dumbfounded.

"What the fuck are you crying for? You're the one that left him, remember?" Joe said, accusingly. He had watched his older brother drink himself senseless every night for 6 months, trying to dull the pain of her loss.

"I had to leave. You don't understand. I...Never mind. Are you coming or not?" Ty stormed out the door, totally unconscious of the fact that she looked just like Billy when he had stormed out. She got in to her black '69 mustang with purple tribal markings on the sides and hood. She gunned the engine in frustration and Joe quickly got in the passenger side. Ty tore out of the parking lot, spraying gravel. She opened a random CD case and pressed a couple of buttons on the CD player. Suddenly Disturbed was blaring at full blast in to the tiny enclosed space of the car. Joe jumped but then sat back deeper into his seat, realizing that asking her to turn down her music was not the smartest thing he could do at the moment.