A/N: wow, how many chapters is that today? I am a typing machine! Enjoy! Oh by the way, I wasn't sure if Garrett Hedlund's eye were blue or green, so I went with green.

Chapter Six

Amy's attention was drawn when Jack came out the back door and down the steps. He lit up a fag before he noticed she was watching him leaning against the small garage.

"Hey," Jack said casually, she smiled.

"Hey," He came sauntering over and leaned against the wall beside her. She was pretty certain it wasn't friendship that was sending shivers down her spine.

"Want a drag?" He held the cigarette out to her. She stared at it for a moment.

"Nah," He looked at her, before taking another drag. "I used to smoke but Bobby caught me and got super mad, so to save my self from the aggravation I quit." Jack smiled. Why did she feel the need to constantly explain her self to him?

"Evelyn used to bother me about it, until one day she shrugged saying she used to smoke and there were a lot worse thing I could being doing." His smiled faded and he stared off in front of himself. Amy swallowed and looked at her feet. It must be painful to loose someone who was so close to you, she supposed it would be like her losing Bobby.

"You call her Evelyn most of the time, any reason for that? If you don't mind me asking that is." She looked at her hands as he turned and looked at her.

"I dunno…I always called her that…" He didn't seem to want to elaborate so Amy didn't push it.

"Mum is a really personal name, I remember this one woman, she had blonde hair and like three other kids, she always made me call her mum," She looked at her feet. "I think I hated that home the most." He was looking at her; she raised her eyes to his defiantly. "I figured why pretend I have something that I don't….never will." She looked back at the ground. CRAP! Tears started to sting the back of her eyes; she wished Jack would stop staring at her. "Ya know forget what I said, I would love a drag." He handed her the cigarette and she inhaled deeply before handing it back to him.

After a moment of silence Jack was the first to speak. "You were in the system?" She laughed.

"Yeah, one of its regulars, I guess you could say." They fell back into silence. Jack didn't push her for info. Most kids when they found another foster care kid wanted to know about their experiences, their real parent, personal shit. Questions that usually found their way to Amy in group homes.

"Wanna do something?" She looked at Jack.

"Like what?" It was eleven at night and dead cold.

"I dunno go somewhere, do something. If I hear Bobby make one more stupid Spanish joke I think I am gonna lose it." Amy laughed.

"Well you are the native to Detroit, lead the way."

They found their way to an underground club that was lax about age limits. They sat at the bar observing everyone else. Jack would point out a person or a couple and Amy figured their relationship, where they were gonna go afterwards. Amy had a skill of reading people.

A song started to play threw the speakers. Amy's eyes lit up. "I love this song!" She stood up and looked at Jack expectantly, he stared back blankly. "Come on."

"Excuse me?" She rolled her eyes.

"Dance with me!" They were practically yelling as the music got louder.

"I don't dance." He went back to his beer.

"Well if you keep that attitude you never will, COME ON!" She grabbed his arms and pulled him off the bar stool.

"Amy no!" She stared at him, was that panic in his eyes? Swallowing her nervousness she stepped closer to him. God he's tall.

"Come on." She stared into his eyes. "Please," He stared at her for a while, he looked over at the dance floor then longingly at his bar stool, but Amy wasn't about to give up.

"I am gonna regret this aren't I?" Amy smiled.

"Yeah probably." She dragged him out on to the loft style dance floor but by the time they reached it the fast beats had been replaced by slow notes.

"Oh, what a pity we missed your song, too bad better luck next time." Jack turned to go back down to the bar but Amy didn't let go of his arm and slipped her hand into his, why was it that this guy brings you out of your shell?

"You promised me a dance." She stared into his eyes.

"I didn't promise anything."

"Tough!" She had to practically drag him onto the dance floor. She turned to face him. Okay so maybe this wasn't your best judgment ever. In order for them to dance they had to touch and touching Jack had this insane intense reaction within Amy. But ignoring the uncomfortable look in Jack's eye Amy persevered. She placed Jack's hand that had been in hers on one of her hips, she carefully took the other hand and placed that on her other hip. Is it just me or is this place hot…and did the dance floor just turn to jello?

Slowly she wrapped her arms around his neck; slowly…very slowly Jack started to move with the music and Amy's body.

Jack and Amy emerged from the club two hours later laughing. After the uncomfortable aurora had vanished they continued to dance. Later they went back to the bar, when they realized it was two in the morning they decided it best to leave and head home.

"I bet Bobby didn't notice we are gone!" Jack said. They both burst out laughing, what was so hilarious escaped Amy but it was funny as hell. Probably being in a club full of second hand marijuana smoke didn't help, but the huge gulps of cold air seemed to be clearing their minds fairly quickly.

As the last gasps of laughter left them Amy found herself staring at Jack the memories of him holding her close, with her prompting…but still, on the dance floor surfacing. He held her so steadily, he felt so strong…and smelt so good!

"Uh, I wanted to thank you," Amy looked at Jack her eyes leaving his hands, that had rested so surely on her hips.

"Really?" She hadn't meant to sound so surprised. "For what?"

"What you said to Bobby, about me being gay that is." He looked at the street then back at her. "I'm not by the way; I didn't really clarify that the other day." She smiled looking at her hands. God that conversation seemed years ago. She looked up to say something funny but it soon slipped from her mind when she saw that Jack had closed the gap between them to nothing. She looked up at him. Huh, he has green eyes.

"Jack, I…"

"No don't…" Before she could stop him he grabbed both he arms and pulled her into his and kissed her. It was filled with passion…longing. Her hands that were on his chest wound their way up till they were resting on his neck. She pulled back panting slightly.

"Bobby's gonna kill us." He smiled.

"I know," and with that he continued to kiss her, where all of Detroit could see.