Note: I do not own 'The Black Donnellys'. I do own Teegan. I take liberties throughout the story.

Jenny was happy to put me up, as long as I was OK with sleeping on a ratty old couch. Anything was fine with me. I promised her that I wouldn't be there long.

"I should go talk to Ma. Get her to come around. Besides, if you're going to run the bar, we're gonna see a lot of each other," Tommy said.

"Really? Thanks, Tommy. You won't regret it."

Tommy waved as he left. I turned to Jenny and offered to help. The place was nearly full and I could see she needed it. She handed me an apron and I put my stuff under the counter and out of the way. From then until we closed, I helped Jenny with the customers. A few commented on the 3 leaf clover tattoo just below my neck.

"Why a 3 leaf clover? Isn't it 4 leaf clovers that are lucky?"

"I've never been lucky in my life so I don't think an extra leaf would change that."

After cleaning up the diner, Jenny showed me upstairs to her place. She pulled some extra sheets out for me to use.

"Jenny, why do I get the feeling that you have feelings for Tommy?"

"Am I that obvious? I always knew he would be the Donnelly who would get out but this whole Jimmy thing has sucked him back in. Being the older brother, he thinks it's his responsibility to look after everyone, even me. I thought by getting married, I'd eventually look to Tommy like a brother, like I do with the rest of them but that hasn't happened yet."

"I don't think it's going to. I haven't known you or my brother long but I can sense Tommy has the same feelings for you."

"Maybe."

Jenny went to bed and I sat on the couch pulling out a notebook. I sketched a rough drawing of the layout of the bar. I sketched what changes I'd do, how to open it up, and make it flow. While I can create masterpieces in wood, I couldn't draw with shit.

In the morning, I called the hospital to check on Sean. They said he was the same. When we had been cleaning last night, Jenny alluded to that the beating was a warning to Jimmy from the Italian mob.

"Here. I forgot to give this to you last night. Don't want you to lose it."

Jenny handed me Mom's notebook. I put that in my bag.

"Did you do these?"

"What? Oh, yeah. Tommy's the artist of the family. Only when it comes to wood, I'm the best. Do you need help today or can I go check out the bar?"

"I'll be fine. Thanks for your help yesterday."

"No problem. I'll come back for my bag. I have one stop before hitting the bar and I don't want to cart it along."

"Sure."

Jenny went downstairs and I got cleaned up. I said goodbye to Jenny when I left. When Jimmy was arrested, he would have been taken to the nearest precinct so that's where I went. At the front desk, I asked if they could tell me where Jimmy Donnelly was.

"Let me get the detective assigned to the case. Hey, Stein. Someone here about the Donnelly kid."

A man in his 40s came to the front counter and looked at me.

"Detective Stein. What can I do for you?"

"Has Jimmy been sent to rehab yet or is he still here in lockup?"

"Still here. Should be going later today. Why?"

"I'd like to see him, if that's possible."

"Yeah. Sign in and I'll get him. Down the hall and to your right. I'll be there soon."

I signed in at the desk and got a visitor's badge to pin to my tank top. I walked down the hall and to the right. There were actual rooms there, not the typical plexiglass between two chairs. I waited and soon Detective Stein came down the hallway with Jimmy. I noticed that he limped as he walked. Mom had written in her notebook that he had gotten into an accident and had a permanent limp from it but she didn't say what kind of accident it was.

"I'm giving you some privacy but someone will be nearby if anything goes out of hand."

He put Jimmy in the interrogation room first. I thanked him as he passed me.

"You really look like your mother. Good luck."

I stared at him for a moment before turning to Jimmy.

"Who are you?"

He looked strung out, jones-ing for his next fix.

"Teegan. I came here to talk to you about your father."

"He's been dead for over 10 years."

"I know. But there's something that you should know about him."

"Yeah, like what?" Jimmy spat out.

"He really loved his family. Both of them. Jimmy, I'm your sister."

I went into the whole thing but I could see he still didn't believe me. I pulled out the notebook and the photos.

"Jimmy, I'm telling you the truth. Your mother knew. When I showed up at the hospital to check on Sean, she slapped me. Tommy and Kevin believe me. I know you still might have reservations but I'm here to help."

"So bail me out."

"So you can go, shoot up, and possibly OD? I don't think so. I haven't known that I have brothers for long but you're family and I'm doing what's best for you, even if you can't see that.

"Tommy's making me manager of the bar, at least until you're finished rehab. I'm gonna fix it up and try to turn it around. I'm going to use my own money to do it but I want your approval, seeing you are the owner."

I pulled my sketches out and showed them to Jimmy. He wasn't all that interested.

"What if I say, I'll put every dime of profit into your hands when you get out and I'll see that your stay at rehab is better than normal. No drugs but better quality of service, food, shit like that."

Now I had his attention.

"OK. You're in charge of the bar until I get out."

Jimmy got up and walked over to my side of the table. He looked calmer.

"You do have some of his features," he said.

"Thanks. That means a lot."

An officer came in and got Jimmy. I gathered my stuff and went to find Detective Stein. He was at his desk.

"You knew my mother," I said as I took a seat next to him.

"I knew both your mother and father. Didn't know they had a daughter though. You being here looking for Jimmy could only mean one thing."

"Good deducing skills, Detective. Who do I pay off to make Jimmy's stay at rehab better? I've heard what life is like in city run places."

"How about a deal? I'll make sure his stay is better if I can get free beer."

"Wouldn't it be cheaper if I paid someone off?" I joked.