Emma struggled to get comfortable on the couch of her father's condo. She heard the dog snoring away in his room and wanted to scream. The dog not only had his own room but he snored so loud that she could hear it in the living room. Why had she even bothered coming here?

Emma arrived at the airport only to find that her father had sent a cab to pick her up because he had to work. She was then ushered into her father's new condo by the manager who informed her that Shane had to work late and that she should order a pizza. Upon inspection of the condo, it was obvious she had no place to sleep. Her father had take up one bedroom and the second bedroom had been turned into an office. If he had an office here then why did he need to work late?

Emma declined invitations from her friends in hopes that her father would be soon and they could talk. At 10:30 she had given up and went over to her friend, Kristy's place, where they'd watched movies and made margaritas. When she stumbled in at 2 AM the door to her father's room was closed, indicating he was finally home. Blankets and a pillow were laid out on the couch and Emma gratefully sunk into it only to discover the sofa was the world's most uncomfortable sofa ever. Now she was pissed and a little drunk and she couldn't sleep. Thoughts kept rolling around in her head. She kept seeing pictures of Jay and Sean floating in front of her and she knew what she needed to do.

Digging out her cell phone, she scrolled down until she found the number she needed, had a brief debate with herself and then hit the green phone before she could talk herself out of it. He picked up on the second ring.

"Emma?" His voice was gravelly with sleep.

"I'm sorry, I forgot about the time difference," Emma winced when she realized it was 5 AM in Toronto. "I'll call you some other time."

"I grabbed the wrong phone tonight. I know it's not me you want to talk to right now. I get it, you want him."

Emma was silent. What else could she say?

"He's right here, give me a minute."

"Emma?"

"I just wanted to say that I was wrong about a lot of stuff and I'm sorry and I want to see you when I get back. Don't hate me for being scared. I'll call you when I get back."

"I love you," he replied.

Emma hung up the phone before she could respond. She didn't know what to say. She wasn't expecting that from him and she wasn't sure she could say it back. Damn drunk dialing, this was a perfect example of why it should never be done.

"I have present for you."

Sean was startled by Jay's voice as he left work for the evening. In truth, he'd been thinking about Emma all during his shift and hadn't been paying much attention to anything.

"What are you doing here? I don't want to fight anymore Jay so if it's a punch in the nose then you can just save it." Sean turned and walked towards his car.

"I never knew you to turn down a fine bottle of Irish whiskey," Jay said with an all-knowing smirk.

Damn it, Jay knew him too well. If he wasn't with a girl then Sean really liked nothing better than sipping Jameson's with Jay and working on cars or watching sports. They hadn't done that in awhile, at least not since Emma. All he would do when he got home was mope anyway.

"I'll be at your place in 15 minutes and you'd better have the Cheetos," Sean called to Jay as he got into his car.

"Will do," Jay replied. He didn't know what possessed him to come get Sean. He blamed all the media attention on "bromance". And he was bored and it was Friday night and he figured even if he and Sean ended up fighting it would still be more interesting than another rerun of Monster Garage.

"You know there's an elephant in the room," Jay slurred a couple of hours later. They'd started out the evening playing Poker and were now so inebriated that even War was becoming difficult.

Sean was confused. He looked up from his cards to find the elephant but wasn't seeing anything.

"I mean Emma, Dumbass," Jay said before doing another shot of whiskey. They were speeding through the bottle and Jay was sure that all the tasty liquor was going to come back up during a date with the porcelain god later.

"You like her?" Sean was feeling pretty sober all of a sudden. The cards between them didn't matter at the moment.

"Yeah, I do and maybe it's more than like. And it's not just as someone to have sex with, although I wouldn't protest that. Please don't hit me, I'm drunk and don't know what I'm saying."

Sean wasn't going to hit Jay. He believed that Jay really cared about Emma.

"I love her," Sean said, knowing it was true.

"So what do we do?"

"There's been too much drama," Sean said with disgust. "Maybe we just both need to swear off Emma and go back to the way it was before."

"Before when we both weren't very happy with women who weren't really into us?" Jay cursed himself. At least he was getting laid back then.

"So that's not the answer, but I do have the answer in my head." The whiskey had kicked back in and Sean was feeling very drunk again. "The answer is more whiskey," he said triumphantly and he downed another shot. Unfortunately that was the shot that put him over the edge and he dashed for the bathroom.

Jay laughed at his friend. "Lightweight," he called out as he downed another shot. "Shit," Jay whispered as he realized this shot wasn't sitting too well and Sean was in the nearest bathroom.

Many hours later a phone was ringing at Jay's place. A hand shot out and grabbed a phone that was lying on the coffee table.

"Emma?"

What is up with this? I lost my motivation for a long time so I apologize for the non-update. If there are still people out there interested in this story then I really appreciate it. It might be another year or two but I will complete this story.