Therapy

Jim McGrath sighed as he shoved another container full of T.U.R.B.O. energy into the closet. The man shook his head as he closed the door and walked into the kitchen area to find something to eat for lunch.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Molly's concerned voice floated over to him from her place at the table. He raised his eyebrows as he made eye contact with his wife. "I didn't think you'd be home," he said, having forgotten that she asked a question.

Molly smiled and stood up to make her way over to him. She lovingly brushed her fingers against his face, "It's Saturday. I usually take the afternoons off to spend time with Max," she explained.

Jim chuckled, "Of course you do. You're a great mom, you know that?" The woman smirked, "So I've been told. You still haven't answered my question."

Jim stared at her blankly, and she smoothed his hair down with a gentle touch. "Is your T.U.R.B.O. output getting any better, Ja'em?" He stiffened and looked toward the ground.

"Well, I'm only filling one container a day now, so I'm making some progress. Berto really is a genius." The engineer's treatment ideas were nothing less than revolutionary, and Jim was glad to have his help.

Molly tenderly wrapped her arms around her husband and held him close. After being universes apart for so many years, sometimes she just needed to touch him to confirm that he was still there.

He returned her embrace with equal fervor, and before she knew it, they were both sobbing as they clung to each other like a lifeline. It wasn't the first time they'd dissolved into tears that way, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Eventually, their tears dried and they stayed wrapped in their intimate embrace. Jim placed a kiss on top of her head before he pulled back, a bright smile on his face as he gazed into her eyes. "Would you like to go out for lunch?" he asked, as casual as he could be under the circumstances.

Molly snorted, "Yeah, sure! Let's go!" She slipped on the pair of heels she had discarded beside the door, and grabbed her handbag from the counter. "Wait, where's Max?" Jim asked, pausing in the midst of pulling on his jacket.

The brunette woman smirked cheekily, "Hanging out with Kirby and Sydney. It's just you and me today, Ja'em." His blue eyes flashed with amusement, "Okay. It's a date, then." Molly laughed giddily and grabbed his hand, threading her fingers through his and dragging him out the door.

She swung their arms between them as they walked, practically bouncing with excitement, and he couldn't help but to be reminded of the way things were when they first met. As they stepped out onto the street, Molly continued to pull him along as she nearly jogged to the restaurant.

Her stilettos clicked rapidly against the pavement, and he struggled to keep pace beside her. He smiled contentedly and squeezed her hand; some things never change.


A/N: Jim and Molly feels. I didn't mean to make it so emotional, but it just happened.