A/N: Okay I am not aloud in my room because my brother is wrapping my gift..I told him not leave it to the last moment but did he listen no! So I am stuck in the computer room adn I thought I may as well write...

Chapter Nine

Amy lay in Jack's arms with her head resting on his shoulder, one arm stretched over his chest, the other folded under her head.

"Spare," She said quietly rubbing her finger slowly up and down Jack's right fore arm. "Spare what?" She moved slightly so she could rest her chin on his chest and look in his eyes.

"I am not sure really." She giggled raising her eyebrows.

"You have to have some idea."

"I don't…I was really drunk, but it turned into the name of my band in L.A." She raised her self up when she heard that.

"You were in L.A.?" He looked at her

"Y'up,"

"No shit,"

"What?"

"I was born there." She rested his chin on his chest again.

"Really?"

"Y'up," Jack shook his head before returning it to his pillow.

His finger was running up and down Amy's left side. He stopped when he felt a small bump. He looked down and saw a long thin scar. When he looked closer he could see other smaller ones around it but they were superficial. This was one of those scars that Evelyn said reminded you of the reason you got them. He slowly dragged his fore finger over it; it was about the size of his pinkie. Amy looked down at his hand. The scar was just on her hip. She looked up at him.

"How did you get this?" She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Pushed through a glass coffee table." She shrugged and went back to rubbing her hand over his collarbone. Jack considered pushing for information but Jack hated it when people asked him about his past so he left it alone. He rested his head on his shoulder just above her head kissing her forehead.

"When did you get that tattoo?" Amy looked over her shoulder to where Jack's hand had settled on the low of her back on an intricate design in her skin of a rose surrounded by thorns.

"Uh…like two or three years ago…I was fifteen, so yeah two years ago."

"Your seventeen?" She looked at him.

"Yeah, eighteen in a month." He nodded. "How old are you?"

"Twenty," She nodded. "Any other tattoos?" She smiled and moved her leg so it bent at her knee revealing her foot from under the many blankets. On her ankle it looked like she had on an anklet, but it didn't move. "Here let me see." She got up pulling one of the blankets on Jack's bed around her. She sat up and produced her ankle near Jack. "Holy Shit."

It was really intricate, which meant more pain. He looked at her; she was wearing a small smile. She deserved some serious respect for this art. He looked back at the tat.

Each charm on the fake anklet was a different symbol with different colours. A few read Brooklyn, St. Michael's Correctional Facility for Girls, Mother Gabrielle's Group Home, Bobby, Marcus, and another read Michelle and Jacob. He smiled at her.

"You were in a correctional facility?" She smiled at that.

"Yeah," He raised his eyebrows. "Breaking and entering and robbery." He nodded, those were pretty common crimes for foster home kids. He looked at her.

"You got caught?" She laughed quietly.

"Yeah, wasn't one of my finer moment's." He couldn't help but ask…

"How?" She looked over to her left at Jack's dark room.

"I was with like five other kids, one of them decided it would be funny to lock the claustrophobic kid in the closet, and the house owner came home." She seemed to be concentrating on the quilt all of a sudden. Jack often forgot Amy never found her Evelyn, never found a home.

Jack had been through some fucked up shit, but when the memories started to surface he had Evelyn to lean on…or at least he used to…

He looked at Amy tears were in her eyes. He wanted to make all those hard times vanish…to comfort her. He pulled her into his arms and rested her small frame on his so her head was just under his collarbone.

"Life gets fucked up," She laughed really quietly and when she spoke Jack could hear the tears she was fighting not to shed. At that point he wanted to find the fuck-up parents and any son of a bitch who hurt Amy and really fuck 'em up.

"Yeah," She wrapped her arms around his arms so they rested on the back of his shoulders. He shifted his weight so as not to cut off her circulation. They slowly fell asleep.

Amy shivered as Jack moved and swung his feet over the side of the bed. She groaned rolling on her stomach. She glanced at Jack, his head was in his hands and his elbows were on his knees. She looked at the clock that was on his bed head.

"Fuck Jack it's seven." He rubbed his face, getting up he pulled on some light blue long johns. "No, I like 'em better off." He smiled at her.

"I am gonna see what's up." She nodded; he turned to the door, stopped, turned back, and kissed her on the forehead then left.

It really amazed her how such a big guy could be so tender. She could have killed herself when she started to get choked up last night, but Jack hadn't made her feel stupid or weak. He had just held her. Stretching she got up and pulled on one of Jack's old tee shirts, it ended just at her mid thigh.

She left Jack's room looking both ways. Why she wasn't sure, if Bobby saw her in Jack's shirt and didn't guess they had had sex he was thicker than she had given him credit for. She walked down the hall and down the stairs. Jack was at the foot of them mumbling under his breath. She stopped on the stair above him so they were the same height.

"Hey short stuff," She laughed draping her arms over his shoulders. He laughed that deep seductive laugh of his.

"Hey," He put his hands on her hips and kissed her. He pulled back. "Come on, we gotta get dressed." She made a fake pouting face he smiled. "Come on."

"Yo, Police in the house." That got their attention; they looked down the hall as Sophie dashed up the stairs past them. Amy didn't have to be told and turned and ran up stairs. She went into her room and Jack's went in his.

When she had changed into jeans and a black long sleeved tee shirt she headed down stairs. Jack was just ahead of her. She stopped at the doorway into the living room between Jack and Sophie and listened to Green and Fowler.