A/N: You get to devel a little further in to Molly's character, a little bit of her past here.

Chapter 05
The Past

I was startled awake again the next morning. The dream had returned after it was missing in action for several days. It was a little bit different this time. This time it was as if I was watching it in slow motion, and right after the person murdered my brother my wolf attacked it.

It was the first time since our first meeting that I realized that the animal was dangerous. He had literally pulled the attacker apart; limb from limb. I shuddered at the thought. I didn't want to think of my wolf like that, even if it was avenging my brother's murderer.

"Molly!" I heard my father beckon for me downstairs.

Sometimes I wonder if that man ever slept.

"Coming,"

I sleepily pulled myself out of bed and made my way down the stairs. My eyes were still half closed by the time I got down to the bright kitchen. Groaning I sank in to one of the barstools looking at my father.

"Coffee," I mumbled unintelligibly to him.

After some harsh clanking of dishes the aroma of the strong black coffee made my eyes open just a bit wider. I took the cup in hand and took a long gulp of the steaming hot liquid. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and turned my face slightly to look at my dad.

"What's up Pops?"

"Well," He looked a bit uncomfortable, like the time my mom told him he had to give me the 'sex' talk. God, that was embarrassing.

"We're not having the sex talk again are we?" I asked dumbly.

That caught him off guard; he looked at me his mouth hanging open in shock. I smirked and took another sip of my coffee, even half-asleep I can still render the man speechless. I settled deeper in to the stool and waited for him to respond.

"No, though the last time was very enlightening…" He coughed and shook his head. "This is the job talk," He mused.

Oh great, not this again.

"Can I not have a week to enjoy my freedom?" I questioned sounding like an angst stricken teenager.

"You've had a week and a half," He glanced over at the calendar on the wall. "And you've been spending a lot of time up at Maroon Bells, how do you expect to even have sex if you're not social with the boys in town?"

I stared at him, Molly-1 Dad-1 the score was tied now. My father did not just tell me that I need to be social so I can have sex, did he? Wow, this is a turn of events.

I wanted to tell him that I was being social, but I wasn't being social with a human being, no I was being social with a very large, dangerous wolf. I'm sure that would go over really well. Instead I just stared at him incredulously.

"You want me to have sex? Shouldn't you be telling me that I need to wait until I'm married, or at least have a boyfriend?"

He smirked at me and I shook my head, he was trying his stupid reverse psychology bull-shit on me. I groaned and rested my head on my arm, staring at the basket of fruit in front of me. He was really starting to get too good at this.

"I don't have time to look for a job," I told him rolling my eyes. How could I get a job when I didn't even know what I wanted to do?

"That's why I got you a part time job at The Bean…" He dictated taking a chug of his overly-creamed coffee.

"The Bean?" I groaned inwardly.

"Yes, The Bean, do you have a problem with that?"

"No,"

Yes, it's only the most popular place in Gunnison City. It's in the main strip of the city and the only decent place to get a cup of coffee or even a latte. I liked going there on occasion, but every person I ever knew growing up in this place went there, and I really didn't care for half of them.

He smiled at me, slapping his hand on the counter, "Great, your first shift starts at noon…"

He left me in the kitchen to ponder what he had just told me. I was really going to have to work at The Bean. I didn't mind the thought of working, but I really didn't want to be thrown in to a pit with a hundred rabid wolves.

Ok, maybe after the dream I had last night, that wasn't exactly the best analogy to use. The last thing I wanted was to be afraid of my wolf. I impishly shrugged the thought away.

Grudgingly I grabbed my cup of coffee and headed upstairs to my bedroom. I sat down on my unmade bed and grabbed my scrapbook I had started when I first moved to Gunnison. I glanced through the first couple of pages and stopped on the third page.

The main reason why I did not care at all for being in the 'in' crowd was staring back at me, the reason I shunned half of this town. Donovan Truman, my ex-boyfriend. The first guy that I ever said 'I love you' too, the biggest mistake of my adult life.

Groaning I flipped to the back of the scrapbook, I only had several pages left; I really needed to get a new book. I stared at the picture that had immediately become my favorite. The black and white picture did no justice to the creature I had befriended.

A small smile fell on my lips as I traced the shape of its face, sighing I closed the book and put it back on my desk. I had a million things to do this morning to get ready for my new job. I laid back on my bed and sighed, one of those things being a nice, hot shower.

Before I knew it twelve o'clock rolled around. I had done everything in my power to motivate myself to drive to The Bean and put on my happy face, but I was less than thrilled when I pulled up just a little early so I didn't have to face my fate too prematurely.

When I walked in the jazzy, brooding feel of the place dampened my mood that much more. The Bean was set in its ways of being the place of artists. Graffiti and paintings danced on the walls, a small stage in the corner of the store, and about twelve people decorated the large space with laptops and iPods in place.

"Abigail," The older gentleman behind the counter said my name.

I looked up to meet his gaze, a small smile on my face. Mr. Greene was one of those old guys that you looked up to. He started The Bean over twenty years ago and it just took off since then. If there was one bright side to working here, it was definitely him.

"Mr. Greene," I waved my hand at him, he flagged me over.

Weaving through the tables I made it to the bar and slipped under the counter to give him a warm hug. He was like your really young grandfather, or your really old father, either way he was just an all around great guy.

"Your dad tells me that you've been doing really well in school," He mused digging through a drawer and retrieving an apron. He tossed it at me and I grabbed it expectantly.

"I like to think so," I grinned at him.

He showed me around the shop for the first couple of hours, helped me make a few of the different drinks, and get to know some of the 'common' cliental though I already knew a vast majority of the people. And a lot of them I wished to forget.

Things seemed pretty steady most of the day, and I didn't much blink once when familiar faces started popping in and out of the small coffee shop. I didn't even blink when half of them chose to forget my name, even though it was displayed joyously on my apron.

I wanted to finish my shift, change clothes and head out to Maroon Bells, but that small wish was getting further and further away as the minutes and hours ticked by. We closed at eight, and I was happily wiping down the counters when someone walked in to the shop.

"We're closed," I mumbled unintelligibly.

"I know," The person stated back. I froze in my spot; the voice was familiar, too familiar.

I stood up my back still to the door, not wanting to turn around. I didn't want to see him. I thought I could get away from him, and that he never came here anymore, but I was sadly mistaking.

"Mols?" His voice was so deep that it caused my flesh to rise with goose bumps.

God, how could he still have this effect on me? It's not fair. I cleared my throat and slowly turned around.

"Donnie, what are you doing here?"

"I heard from a few people at work that you were working here, I had to come see for myself…" He came in closer.

"And you care for what reason?" I clenched the towel in my hand.

"Look, Molly… I'm sorry about what happened,"

"No you're not, so why don't you get the humiliation over with and leave."

I didn't have the energy right now to deal with him. He stared at me, a small frown no his handsome face. He came in further; he was only about two tables away from me now. Maybe I should call out for Mr. Greene, he hasn't left yet, he could save me from Donovan.

"C'mon, don't be like that Mols…"

"Don't call me that." I groaned, I slumped away from the table and slid back behind the bar to clean up. "Only people I like can call me that…"

"You liked me once upon a time…" He reminded me.

What I wouldn't give to slap him. He was smirking at me. I groaned and turned away from him again, just his presence was making me more depressed.

"That was a long time ago, and I really don't care much for you at all, so you should just leave."

"So you still care for me, then?" He grabbed at what I said, a inkling of interest laced in his voice.

Why did he do this to me? Why?

"No," I responded flatly glaring up at him.

I hope he got the message; I don't want to see him again.

The smirk never left his face, and that irritated me. He stepped up to the counter, and looked around and past the doors to see if Mr. Greene was around; he wasn't. Those blue eyes set on me and I honestly felt like slapping him again, but part of me wanted to kiss him.

I remembered what it was like, how could I forget? He was the one guy that made my toes curl when ever he touched me. I shook the thought away; I was not going to have indecent thoughts about my ex-boyfriend. The very one that made me hate Gunnison, and the one that made me contemplate leaving this town to go back to Seattle.

"I'll see you tomorrow," He mused and I groaned. Mr. Greene had asked me to work a double shift tomorrow, already. I had just started, but several of the college students were going away for the summer and he didn't have his normal staff.

What was I going to say? No? I don't think so.

"Whatever," I mumbled turning away from him and pretending to clean until I heard the door of the shop shut.

As soon as I heard the click of the door I jumped over the counter and sprinted across the coffee house to lock the front door. I did not need anymore unwarranted visitors. Unless of course the large wolf decided to saunter down to the Gunnison Town Center and show off, then maybe I'd unlock the door.

But until I was ready to leave, the door was staying locked.

She's obsessed with the wolf. I don't blame her, I'd be obsessed with the wofl too...