Sorry that I confused so many people in my last chapter. :P I hope this chapter will solve some of your questions. And there are some side notes:
Italic font = inner thoughts...
People who were having conversation in my last chapter were Moira, Violet and Vivian (in that order).
If you are still confused about the dream, re-watch season 1 finale (the part with the new family)...

= Awake =

BRIGHT LIGHT! Damn the sun! I feel like a vampire. I opened my eyes slightly and crawled my way to the window. I closed the curtains.

"Good morning," Someone surprised me.

"Oh, you are here," I yawned and stood up, "Good morning, Moira. You are here so early."

"It's eleven," Moira rolled her eyes.

"Eleven is early, go to the bar and ask any drunk," I replied, "Wait, you can't because they are still sleeping." I realized I was being harsh, "I shouldn't be mad at you. You didn't wait me up, the sun did."

"Would you like to come to the kitchen and have pancakes for breakfast?" Moira asked.

"Are they fresh-made?" I asked.

"Yes," Moira smiled.

"Cool," I followed her downstairs, "I was so drunk last night. I was drinking in the kitchen and I don't even remember how I got upstairs." I sat down at the kitchen table while Moira prepared my brunch, "And I had these weird dreams. I was trying to burn myself and then I saw... you. You led me to a door. Behind that door, there was a brunette sawed in half with blood everywhere. And then I dreamed about my mother. It's just so weird and so real at the same time."

"How could a dead brunette related to your mother?" Moira asked, while she was still cooking.

"Oh well, my mother killed herself when I was twelve. I came home from school and there she was, laying dead in the living room – pills, cuts on her wrist," I smiled, not sure how I could put it the right way, "And she had black wavy hair like me."

Moira handed me by pancakes, "O.M.G. These pancakes are made the way my mother used to do. What is your secret?" My eyes wide opened.

"I can't tell you my secret. If I do, then you are going to fire me," Moira joked.

Somehow, I felt like I could open to her like she was my good friend. "When I was a child, my family was poor. By family, I meant my mother and me. My mother was an alcoholic. She never cooked or cleaned. For some reasons, one time, she got all sober. I didn't know exactly what happened to her. She made me pancakes for breakfast, packed lunch for me and cooked nice healthy dinner. It lasted only one week and it was the happiest week of my life."

"And then she started drinking again," Moira asked.

"No, she killed herself. She left a note on the kitchen table, 'I am sorry.'" I stuffed the pancakes into my mouth.

It was awkward silent, and Moira broke the ice. "How did you get this burn scar in your left forearm?" She softly drew a line along my scar. Her touch felt so familiar.

"When I was six, I was hungry. So, I went to the kitchen to make something to eat and I got burned," I stuck my tongue out, "I don't know why I am telling you everything."

"That is sad," Moira took the empty plate to the sink, "And who is Steph?"

"Steph? How did you know?" Is it possible that Moira knows anything?

"I heard you dream talking," Moira dried her hand with a towel.

"Oh," I felt disappointed, "Stephanie was my foster sister, my best friend when I moved into my first foster home. If she was still alive, she would be around your age."

"My age," Moira had a puzzled look and asked, "How old do you think I am?"

"Well, Stephanie was three and a half years older than I was and after birthday I will be twenty-six this year, so I am guessing you are twenty-eight or nine?"

"Twenty-nine?" She looked confused.

"I guess too old?" I asked, "Too young?"

"No, I am around that age," She had the most surprising look on her face, "And you see me wearing tights with garter?"

"Yes. Isn't that what you are wearing now?" I asked.

"And you still hire me?" Somehow she started to have a sign of anger on her face.

I was a little bit scared, "I don't know. I just felt like I have met you before, and I want to be your friend. You remind me of Stephanie. She also had red hair like you, but her eyes were brown."

"Funny that my best friend's name is Stephanie too, but I haven't seen her for a long time," Moira replied, "She is the one who taught me how to make good pancakes and she had black hair like you."

"My mother's name was Stephanie too. I guess it's just a common name," I smiled, "Do you want to go to the living and talk more?"

"Well, I am working," Moira wiped the table clean.

"Then help me unpack," We walked to the living room. Stuff was still scattered on the floor.

She took my baby blanket out and looked at it for a minute, "So, how did you afford this house? Suing your husband for cheating?" Moira sat down on the floor next me and helped me take some clothes out.

"No, in fact, he is trying to get alimony from me," I signed. "I met Nate when I was fifteen, about one year after Stephanie passed away in an accident and I moved a different foster home. Nate was the son of a neighbor. He is three years older than I am. His parents were as broke as I was, so once I turned sixteen while I was still in high school, I took on a few part-time jobs to help him paid his college. When I graduated from high school, we got married and I sacrificed everything. I took three jobs – daytime as a nanny, evening as a waitress and weekend as a high school tutor. My SAT grade was so good, I could actually go to any college I wanted, but I decided to stick with him, that cheating jerk."

I paused and hoped not to confuse her. Moira signaled me to continue, "When he finally graduated from law school and started his internship, our lives got much better. I quitted my three jobs and started working in a pre-school. And then I found out he was cheating on me with his co-worker. I didn't want to see the truth. I wanted him to lie. However, one night, I got a picture text. It's from his co-worker. I didn't know at the time that his bitch was actually my high school bully, the most hated woman in my whole life. She forced me to confront him."

"Two weeks after I filed a divorce, I got a call from a lawyer. Apparently, my father, who I had never met before, was a rich rich rich man. He abandoned my pregnant mother because his family didn't approve of my mother. He didn't have any other kids, so he left me a shit load of money. And you know what Nate did after I got the money? Because it was money I received when we were still married, he said he deserved half of it. If only my rich jerk father died ten years earlier, my life would be a hundred-eighty degree different. I could go to college and be a lawyer or a doctor myself. But here I am, a soon-to-be divorcee, trying to hide her asset from her cheating husband," I needed alcohol.

"What a life you have! Let me get you a cup of tea. I saw you bought some from the market yesterday," She stood up.

"Oh, and you haven't told me your answer," I stopped her.

"What answer?" Moira asked.

"So, are you moving in?" I asked.

She thought for a minute and grinned, "I would love to." I hope she likes me.

= To Be Continued =

Sorry if you find this chapter boring... It's just lots of talking. I want them to know each other (just building Kat's character) before sleeping together...

And oh ya, Moira didn't know Kat could see her as her young self before this chapter, so she wasn't as seductive as she should have been.