Doug stared at the photo in his hand for a moment before handing it over to Jem. He studied the photo of the MacRay's, a family from long ago and one forgotten by all but three people. A family Jem used to envy. He dropped the photo on the bar and walked away as Doug took the stool next to Molly mumbling some sort of heavy accented blasphemy.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ." Doug spoke to the bar before clearing his throat. " I had just turned eighteen. And the social worker wouldn't tell me where you were. Fuckin' prick told me not to bother. That dad has already signed off on a closed adoption. The bastard didn't even tell me, and I had just been to see him. Fuck." He ran his hands over his face and through his hair as he exhaled.

"It fell through." A wave of uncertainty seemed to engulf her without warning. Maybe she had gotten her hopes up. Typical foster kid, always looking for a family. And here her real family was sitting right next to her trying to absorb this bomb, and more of a stranger to her then ever. Maybe this was a mistake, a big mistake.

"She stood and dropped a twenty on the bar. "Look I have to go. There's this thing I got to do, you can keep the photo." She thought briefly about patting his shoulder, but felt like that would have been to affectionate a gesture. "Goodbye Doug."

She wove her way through the bar crowd, mumbling an apology as she bumped into someone. The cool night air stung her nose as she breathed deeply when she was safely outside and away from the promise of what life could have been with a big brother to protect her. The sound of her boots hitting concrete faded into the chorus of angry car horns as she approached Warren St. and the flow of traffic increased.

"Hey!" The shout accompanied by the sound of heavy, fast foot falls drew her attention and she turned. Jem caught up to her and stopped as he caught his breath. "Where the fuck d'you think yer goin?" he panted, his blue grey eyes questioning her.

"Home." She spoke flatly and turned heading towards the bus for North Station. Jem grabbed her and turned her to him, holding both her arms. "You think you can drop a bomb like that on my brotha and just walk out? Not gonna happen."

"What are you going to do? Throw me over your shoulder and take me back to him?" Her annoyance was getting the best of her, and Jem became her target.

"Sweetheart, if I'm gonna throw you over my shoulder it's my bed yer goin' to." He smiled at her. He ran his hands down her bare arms, his muscles flexing in a delicious way as he released her. "Listen," he spoke softly, almost soothingly." let me give you a ride home, a pretty little thing like you shouldn't be walkin' alone out here this time a night.

"You don't even know where I live." She began. She wasn't really honest when she told him she had moved back to Charlestown.

"If it's in the Town I can find it."

"I lied, I live in Lynn." He looked at her with mild amusement.

"I knew you lied, a chick that looks like you doesn't go unnoticed around here. Not by locals. You dress to..." He motioned to her pants tucked into worn boots" Let's just say ya don't dress like a yuppie. I'll drive you home."

She reluctantly agreed, the blue line didn't exactly appeal to her at this time a night, and she had to admit, Jem's smile, his voice, his eyes, and they way his "Irish Pub Boxing" shirt fit just right had her mind going a mile a minute. She had needs like everyone else, and the less likely she was to see the guy again the better. " I live by the pond. Those apartments between Equitable and Sovereign."

"Alright, come on beautiful."

She slipped into the passenger seat of his beat up F150, sitting in silence as they climbed onto the highway heading towards Revere. Molly glanced over at Jem, his eyes focused on the empty expanse of black top in front of them. His profile was defined even in the darkness of the cab, he looked over his shoulder and swapped lanes. When he looked back at the road and risked a glance at her, smiling and licking his lips.

"So ya just gonna stare at me this whole time or ya gonna say somethin'?" Molly crossed her legs and turned slightly towards him, the motion causing her shirt to slide off her shoulder. He glanced at her bare shoulder smiling again. Before shaking his head.

"Do you really think I'm beautiful?" She asked innocently, licking her lips as the headlights of a car in the south bound lane, briefly illuminated the cab.

"Of course I do, pretty little thing like you. If you weren't Dougie's little sister you'd be coming home with me." He removed one hand from the wheel and placed it on her knee, slowly sliding his hand up, coming close to where her body was begging him to touch. He pulled his hand away quickly, waving a finger in her direction "But you're Dougie's sister."

Molly laughed, this was ridiculous. He was being ridiculous. She undid her seat belt and moved closer to him. Leaning into him as her hand slid up his thigh and he swallowed hard. "Don't worry, I won't tell if you don't tell." She kissed his neck and nipped the lobe of his ear, her hand squeezing the growing bulge in his pants.

"You sure you want to do this?" She unzipped his pants, watching his jaw clench as he scanned the road for cruisers. She worked her hand into his boxers and wrapped it around his shaft, tugging it free of his pants to the sound of a slight moan.

"Sweetheart, you're gonna get me in trouble." He shifted his hips as her hand gripped tighter.

"Jem, I haven't even gotten started." He lifted his arm as she lowered her head into his lap, biting his bottom lip and grabbing a fist full of her red curls controlling how fast she moved. Enjoying the pressure of her mouth as he pulled into the break down lane and put the truck in park.