It took her all of half an hour to finish cleaning up the kitchen, thanks to her wonderful ability to stall. This meant she basically finished in ten minutes, and sat on the counter for twenty.

When she did, eventually, wander into the den, she smiled as she watched the two on the couch a moment. The girl wide eyed and intrigued as she focused on the images on the large screen. Cara was so much different Marcy remembered, both physically and in maturity. She hadn't disclosed all the details of the attack, but she'd given the girl the jist of it. Adam on the other hand, well, he hadn't changed at all. He was still the sweet, hesitant man that she had left behind. His eyes flickering to hers briefly, he offered a smile as she approached them. Settling on the floor, Marcy tilted her head as she realized what the movie was.

"Grease?"

"She picked it!" Adam said, blushing in the darkness.

Meanwhile Cara giggled, "Isn't John Travolta dreamy?"

There was a pause.

"No," Marcy replied, "and he's too old for you."

"No he isn't!" The girl shrieked, "Look at him!"

"Care, this is from the seventies."

"So?!"

-

"Ya got 'er? I could take her if-"

"It's fine, I got her." Adam gently lifted the sleeping child from the couch as Marcy rushed ahead to open the door of her-Kira's room. Pulling the blankets back, she froze. The closet was closed. She grabbed the taser from the drawer as she crept over to it. Sliding it open slowly, she peeked in as Adam entered. Standing there a moment, he adjusted Cara as she began to squirm.

"Marce?"

"Mhm?" Her dark blue eyes didn't stray from the empty closet.

"Everything alright?"

Sighing, she turned around to offer him another fake smile. "No." Marcy said honestly, "but it will be."

After putting the taser back in its rightful place, she tucked the girl in. Brushing some of her red hair back, the woman placed a kiss on Cara's forehead.

Crossing her arms, Marcy looked at Adam as he closed the door. "You think-"

"She'll be fine, babe." He smiled at her, and she hesitantly returned it, casting one last worried glance at the door as he ushered her down the hall. "Hey, um…"

He cleared his throat as he watched her fidget. After a moment he went on, "if…if you wanted, you know, you could stay with…with me, 'cause, I know, Nikki's gone a lot and…" Adam sighed, noticing how she had turned away from him, "and I don't want you to be lonely." Like me. He thought, remembering how empty his apartment felt.

"That's very nice of you, Adam." Marcy dropped her gaze to the ground, "but I don't want to encourage this."

"Encourage what?" He slipped his hand over hers, weaving their fingers together as she went to pull away, "Why- I know you're scared Marce, but I'd never hurt you."

Tears welled in her eyes as she met his clear blue ones with her own. Biting down on her quivering lip, she smiled at him. "I can't-"

He slipped his hands to her face, frowning when she winced. "Can't what, Marce? I'll fix it; just tell me what you need."

Running his thumb over the scar that ran down her temple, he pulled her close as she started to sob. "I'll fix it," he repeated, kissing her dark hair as she clung to him, a few tears falling from his own eyes now. "I'll fix it."

Marcy shook her head, and moved to pull away, only to have him tighten his hold on her. "Don't-"

"Please, just give me this." He whispered, "I haven't-" Adam sighed looking down at her tense expression. "I miss you."

"Adam, we can't do this."

"Why not?"
She moved her hands to fidget with the buttons of his shirt, "because I don't want it anymore."

"Don't let this guy interrupt you life, Marcy," He brushed some hair from her face, "don't turn your back on me."

"I'm not!" Her gaze snapped back up to his, "honest, I'm not. I just don't want what we had before. I want you to be happy."

"You make me happy." Adam told her, ignoring the unsettling weight in his heart, "you-"

"I know, but I-" Marcy raked her hands over her face a moment, "it's complicated."

The man smiled, "you're smart, explain it to me."

She was silent a moment. "I can't-"

The front door swung open as two teenagers wandered in; Nikki and Harper.

"No, I just think that if they're gonna make a Transformers movie, they could at least put the theme song in it!"

"Oh come on!" Harper scoffed but quieted as she saw the couple, "oh. Hey guys."

Nikki grabbed her hand, "let's go t'a bed, babe."

The two slipped out of sight, but Marcy caught the beginning of their conversation.

"Didn't we see him with a blonde last night?"

A smirk came to her lips and Adam shook his head, "it wasn't like that, I swear!"

"Why not?" She inquired, "What's wrong with Kendall?"

"She's not you."

Her head tilted, "did you get that from a nineties movie?"

"Marce-"

"I wasn't trying to be mean when I told you to go with her." Marcy said, a sad smile on her face, "she's hot and awesome. I think she's good for you."

"We've been over this- I don't want Kendall."

"Are you gay?"

"What?!" He snapped, "No!"

"Marcy?" Cara's voice came through the door, and the woman promptly stepped away from him.

"I just think it'd be better for you in the long run." She said, patting his shoulder comfortingly as she past him. "For the both of us."

"You want me to leave?" He asked.

Marcy quirked a brow at him. "No. why?"

"Because you seem to want nothing to do with me." Adam said, shaking his head as he stared at the wall in front of him.

"Sexually I don't, but you're still a friend, Adam."