Dee sighed and surveyed the damage. Paddy's was a complete wreck.

Surprisingly, the bar got pretty full on New Year's Eve, but now it was about 3:00 a.m. and it was a total mess.

Charlie and Frank had smartly escaped two hours earlier when no one else noticed, so they didn't have to clean. Dee had seen Dennis leave with some tramp a little after midnight, probably after they got their damn cliché midnight kiss, Dee thought.

Dee realized that she didn't care about that anymore. Getting a kiss from some drunken douche at midnight didn't promise anything. It's not that kiss would guarantee that she would have a great year or finally get some girl friends or find an amazing boyfriend or win a bunch of money or…well, the list goes on.

Sure, it would be comforting…but it was unnecessary.

The only thing that would help her achieve those things was herself. She would try and be a better person, for as long as she could. She realized that it would probably last a month (tops), but she would give it a shot and see if things got better in her shitty life.

Hey—Karma's always come back to bite her in the ass for doing one bad thing, maybe if she does something good, she'll be rewarded.

But for now, she was gonna go home, open a bottle of wine, and watch sappy romantic comedies until she either fell asleep or passed out. She would leave the cleaning to the other assholes that worked in this bar; she didn't have to do all the work around here.

Dee picked up her purse and was about to leave when she saw a hand hanging over a booth. She walked over to see who it was – she didn't want some hobo crashing at Paddy's overnight.

Mac was lying face up on a booth seat, completely passed out.

"Ugh," Dee said, when she saw him. His limp hand was still holding a half-full beer and his messy brown hair was unkempt and strewn.

She was fine with leaving Mac in the bar. She started for the door, but then remembered her resolution. The New Dee. The Good Samaritan. She walked back over to Mac.

She sighed and lifted him out of the booth. Goddamn you are heavy, Mac, Dee thought. She lugged him to the door and took him outside; he was still limp and passed out. She sort of propped him up next to the door while she turned off the lights from the inside and locked up on the outside.

Luckily, a yellow cab passed the deserted streets of South Philly just after she finished closing Paddy's. She expertly hailed it down and the cabbie waited as she pulled Mac into the taxi. He looked at her questioningly and she shot him a glare, saying Don't question me. I'm trying to be a good person, dickbag.

"Where to, ma'am?" the cab driver asked.

Ma'am, Dee thought. How depressing. She had to think for a minute about where she wanted to go. She thought about taking Mac back to his and Dennis' apartment, but she didn't have a key and she was pretty sure that Dennis was banging some chick, which was not something she wanted to see or hear.

"Ma'am?" the cabbie asked impatiently.

"Shut up, I'm thinking, boner!" Dee retorted.

I guess I could take him to my place, Dee thought. He's paying. She told the cab driver her address and he started driving. Dee fished out Mac's wallet from his torn jeans and pulled out two twenties, one for the taxi fare and one for herself, since she was such a good person.

The cab pulled up at her building in a few minutes, and she threw the twenty at the driver, not bothering to stop for change. She opened Mac's door and pulled him out by his feet, barely catching his head before it hit the concrete.

He still didn't even open his eyes. Dee wondered if he was dead. She put her hand on his heart. She could feel a heartbeat through the thin fabric of his RIOT shirt. He actually looked pretty peaceful. Dee stared at him for a minute before she took them into her building.

Mac's not bad-looking, Dee thought. Hell, this was the only time she could stare at his face without him insulting her. She admired the strong set shape of his jawbones. There was nothing subtle about him, she decided.

His personality was so abrasive, but she'd seen him hurt before. Like when Dennis broke up with him. He was a wreck. But the next day he was back to his stubborn, bossy self. Even his features were all defined and bolded…in a good way.

She sighed for the fifteenth time that night and hauled him into the building. She was thankful that they recently installed an elevator. She would've died if she had to carry his heavy ass all the way up to her apartment.

She put him in the elevator and sat him down while she pressed the button for her floor. When the doors reopened, she pulled him by the hand down to her flat, not caring about his safety anymore, since he was clearly very passed out.

She opened her doors and dragged him inside. Now she had to think. Where was he going to sleep? She originally thought about the couch, but now she remembered how tiny her loveseat couch was and how big Mac was. His legs would dangle too far off the couch and probably knock shit over.

She didn't have any more couches, and she only had one bed. She wasn't going to make him sleep on the floor. He would kill her as soon as he woke up.

Her bed was a king size…She supposed that she could let him sleep on one side of the bed. She would sleep on the other side, but very, very, very far away from him.

She dragged Mac over to her bedroom and pulled him up to the left side of her bed. She lifted her comforter over him and went to change her clothes.

As she was in the bathroom changing, Mac's eyes opened, and blinked in confusion. He rubbed his eyes and found a massive pain in his head.

He put his fingers to his temple and looked around. Why the hell was he in Dee's apartment? Last thing he remembered was getting punched by an extremely drunk Artemis when he was in the way of the back office. That would explain the massive headache.

He sat up in Dee's bed and started panicking. Did he have sex with Sweet Dee? He looked around the room; Dee wasn't in sight. He lifted up the covers and saw that he was still fully clothed, including his shoes.

He realized that he must've passed out and Dee probably took him back to her place. He sort of wondered why. She was never a nice person. Hmm.

He heard the sound of water running and jumped a little. He leaned over and saw Dee in some tantalizingly short pajama shorts and a black lace tank top brushing her teeth. He admired her long legs and well-tanned skin, her long blonde hair and her high cheekbones.

Maybe it was his half-drunkenness, but she actually looked gorgeous.

He was going to stand up and ask what was happening, but he realized that Dee would probably send him back to his apartment. His head hurt way too badly to walk over there, or even hail a taxi.

So he just laid back down and let his headache melt away under Dee's silky soft sheets.

Dee walked back over to her bed after she brushed her teeth and crawled onto the right side of the bed. It was freezing, but her only pair of pajama pants got torn last week and Charlie had taken her jackets and given them to the Waitress. Needless to say the waitress didn't keep them, but Dee didn't get them back.

So she snuggled into her covers and inched slightly closer to Mac. She heard the comforting sound of his constant breathing, so she knew he was still alive.

She dozed off soon after, exhausted from carrying all 170 pounds of Mac all the way from Paddy's.

Mac woke up in the middle of the night, distracted from the slight shaking on the bed. He looked over to see what it was, and Dee was shivering next to him. The covers were drawn around her, but she was still cold.

He sighed and looked at her. He felt so bad. He moved closer to her and gently wrapped his right arm over her stomach and drew her closer to him. He moved his legs in to her bare, freezing cold ones so they were practically spooning.

Dee didn't wake up, but she unconsciously nestled into his chest and grasped the hand that was draped over her. Mac smiled and sighed. He lightly kissed the top of her head, which smelled amazingly—like apples.

Dee woke up when she saw sunlight streaming in through her bay windows. She felt a hand over her stomach and it took her a second to remember exactly what happened last night. She vaguely recalled Mac pulling her closer when she was freezing, just so she would be warm.

She remembered taking his hand, and him not pulling away.

She also remembered him kissing the top of her head.

She slowly turned around to face him. He didn't wake up, he just kept sleeping peacefully, traces of his classic smirk on his face.

For some reason, Dee's heart started beating faster when she looked at him. One strand of hair strayed onto his forehead, and his skin looked impeccably soft. She had never been this close to him before.

Without thinking, Dee lifted her face to his and lightly kissed his lips. She didn't know what she was expecting to happen, but she just let her lips linger there for a second more. His lips were as soft as they looked.

Just as Dee was about to pull away, she felt his lips responding. Slightly at first, he kissed her back. Her eyes fluttered open and looked at him. He was looking at her, their lips still pressed together.

There was uncertainty painted in both of their eyes. But there was a trace of something else—something unknown. Something unfamiliar. Something new. Something exciting.

He started kissing her back a little more firmly now. She moved her hands to his face and he pulled her closer.

Wow, Dee thought, how is Mac such a great kisser? His lips were parted but tentative. She welcomed him with her lips and kissed him back with just as much passion.

They parted for breath, but were just staring into each other's eyes, breathing heavily. One of her hands was on his cheek, and the other was resting on the back of his neck. His strong hands were supporting her back, but sending chills up her spine.

After a good two minutes of staring, Mac smirked. Not his usual superior smirk, but a satisfied, happy smirk. He let his head fall back down on the pillow and put his arm out for Dee to lay on.

She laid up against him and rested her head on his chest. As they both drifted back to sleep, she couldn't help but think…

Maybe being a good person does get you to amazing places.

I love all of you guys. And I love Mac and Dee. And Kaitlin and Rob. They're too cute. And I'm super excited for their new baby :)

Hope you liked this one!

As with all my stories, "Dream a Little Dream of Me" (the Mamas & the Papas) is fantastic. Probably one of my favorite songs. :)