A/N: Hey ya'll. So I know that it has been entirely too long since I've updated this story and I can't guarantee that I'll be prompt with these updates but I do fully intend to complete this story. Enjoy!

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ProTIP: In this fic, the role of Adam Newman is being played by Michael Muhney. While I love Justin Hartley (he was The Green Arrow on Smallville) he's just never going to be Adam to me. Also, the role of Billy Abbott is being played by Billy Miller. While Burgess Jenkins is...ok...as Billy, he's just never going to be Billy to me.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own: The Young and the Restless, any characters, places, words or phrases from the television show, K-Cup, Keurig or anything else you can find outside of fandom.

THIS FANFICTION IS UNBETA'D BUT PROOFREAD. ANY REMAINING MISTAKES ARE UNINTENTIONAL. APOLOGIES FOR ANY INCONVENIENCE.

When Sharon brought Faith home on Sunday night, Nick was on the phone. She helped Faith take her things to her room and get ready for bed. When she came back downstairs Nick was sitting on the couch.

"So Faith's all tucked in and I read Cinderella to her and she's out like a light," Sharon said as she entered the living room. "You ok?" she asked standing beside the end table.

"I'm fine. Adam on the other hand...not so much," Nick answered.

"Oh, yeah. I heard about the custody case," Sharon said taking a seat beside him. "I can't believe it's happening."

"Yeah well, Dylan is a dick. I'm not that surprised but I seem to be the only one," Nick said with a shrug.

"What's Adam doing?" she asked ignoring his last comment. The last thing she wanted was to get Nick started on the bane of his existence.

"Him and Michael are working out the case, you know. Apparently, Chelsea got served too, so Michael got the judge to combine the cases since both parents are being served," Nick explained. "I don't know. I feel like a good ass kicking could solve the whole thing."

"I'm pretty sure violence, not gonna help," Sharon laughed.

"You never know," he joked. There was a pause in the conversation for a moment. Both looked the other in the eyes and both thought they felt something but the moment passed and Sharon cleared her throat.

"So, uh, I'll be back this weekend," she said standing.

"You know you can hang out whenever," he said getting to his feet. "Faith and I could always use a little home cooked something something."

"I'll think about it," Sharon smiled as he walked her to the door. "Are you ok, Nick?"

"I'll be fine, Sharon. Thank you," Nick said genuinely, opening the door for her.

"Alright," she said her blue eyes shining. "Call me if you need anything."

"I will," Nick said as he reached out and hugged her. She returned his hug. Nick was taken aback by the feelings that surged through him at being held in Sharon's arms.

"Goodnight, Nick," Sharon said as she pulled away. She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek before turning and walking away. Nick watched her walk to her car. He had no idea why all of a sudden he was feeling anything like that toward Sharon. They were friends and finally in a good place. He wasn't going to ruin that because he was a lonely drunk. He closed the door, put the vodka away and headed to bed.

XxX

"Hello?" Nick answered groggily. He had just gone back to sleep after putting Faith on the bus taking her to the Genoa City Elementary School.
"Nick, get up!" Sharon's panicked voice said on the other end. "You need to get down to Crimson Lights. Now!"

"Why? What's going on?" He asked rolling over in bed. "It's a little to early for me to be dealing with the substandard coffee maker, Sharon."

"It's Adam," she said. "Just get down here, Nick," she said before she abruptly hung up. Nick sighed as he rolled out of bed. He couldn't imagine what was so urgent that Sharon felt the need to wake him up. He ran downstairs, popped a K-Cup in the Keurig before running back upstairs, showering and dressing. He brewed his coffee and snapped the lid on his travel cup as he headed out the door.

He sailed his car smoothly over the highway through Genoa City. He parked outside of Crimson Lights. He sighed again as he grabbed his cup and got out. When he got inside he saw Sharon and Adam standing beside the jukebox. Nick glanced at a glowering Dylan behind the counter and rolled his eyes. It didn't matter what Adam had said or done, he was pretty sure that Dylan had no right to look like that.

"You can't bring that in here," Dylan said, pointing at Nick's cup.

"I wanted coffee," Nick said, taking a sip.

"We have coffee," Dylan said annoyed.

"Let me clarify," Nick said walking toward Adam and Sharon. "I wanted good coffee," he said taking another sip. "What's going on, brother?"

"I'm supposed to be meeting Chelsea and Micheal here so that we could head over to the club together," Adam said, trying to calm himself down. "While I was waiting that dick comes up to me and tells me that he doesn't know why I'm here but when he gets Connor he'll make sure that I never see him again. That Connor needs a good father not a Newman."

"Fuck him," Nick said angrily.

"Stop it," Sharon reprimanded. "and you left out the end of the story, Adam."

"What's the rest?" Nick questioned.

"I may or may not have punched him in the jaw," Adam shrugged. Nick turned and looked at Dylan face and sure enough the left side was red and swollen.

"He can handle it," Nick said.

"That's what I said," Adam said. "Shit, he deserves worse."

"Amen, brother," Nick said.

"That's not helping. I've been trying to get him to call Michael and tell him to meet him at the club but he's so mad at Dylan he won't listen to reason," Sharon said.

"Who cares about reason? That dick acts like he can say and do what he wants," Nick snapped. "He can't."

"Why? Because you're a Newman and that's only reserved for you?" Sharon asked annoyed.

"Yes," the Newman brothers answered. The three of them chuckled.

"Seriously Adam. Call Michael and Chelsea and just go," Sharon said pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Fine," Adam sighed. "I'll see you guys later." Nick and Sharon waved to him as he walked out, phone to his ear.

"You didn't need me," Nick said.

"I did," she told him. "Adam was screaming at him before you got here."

"I'm finding it hard to give a shit about the fact that Adam ran off Dylan's customers or that his damn feelings...and face... are hurt," Nick said as he escorted Sharon from the coffee house, flipping Dylan the bird on the way out.

"I'm not asking you to care, Nick," Sharon said standing beside her car. "Not about Dylan anyway."

"What are you talking about?" he asked, opening her door.

"What do you think Dylan is in there doing right now?" she asked standing on the opposite side of the door. He was silent. "Calling Avery and telling her everything that just happened so that they can use it against Adam in court."

"Everything except for the part where his bitch ass started it," Nick said rolling his eyes.

"Exactly," she said. "Just...keep Adam away from Dylan. Any interaction between the two of them is only going to accumulate the amount of ammo Avery has for the courtroom."

"When'd you get so smart?" Nick flirted.

"I was always this smart, Nick," she flirted back. "You were just to busy drooling over me to notice," Sharon said with a coy smile as she climbed into her car and drove off.

A/N2: Thank you again for reading. Let me know what you think.

Also, please check out The Newman Boys by me. I know one of the tags said western but give it a chance. Thank you.