Disclaimer: I own nothing, if I did, Adam would get a girl, a cute nerdfighter girl that could also hand him Don or Danny's Asses on a golden platter.

I wish I owned them...

Adam was out with the team, at the usual bar, doing the usual celebration drinking and having a fun time. Adam was doing his normal scan about the bar when he saw someone he thought that looked familiar. He tried not to think about her and pay attention to his friends, but keeps finding his gaze going back to her and watching the way that she sat, trying to block out the world, nursing her bottle of beer.

"Adam, hey Adam. What are you looking at? Or should I say who?"

"No one Danny."

"She is pretty Adam," Lindsey said turning back to face Adam, "why don't you go talk to her?"

"I don't know… I can't remember…"

"Adam, live a little. Go and talk to her," Don said pulling and pushing Adam out of his seat towards the bar and the girl.

"Fine." Adam walked around a few tables and took the stool next to her, "Megan?"

She turned and stared at him with shock written on her face before it melted away and a smile replaced her frown.

"Adam," she said lightly. "How are you?"

"Better, you?"

To answer his question she raised her bottle before taking a swig, "you know how I said I would never drink, cause I didn't want to turn into my dad, or my mom, I finally said 'fuck it, it's my freaking life, my rules'."


"And what Adam?"

"How's that going?"

"Easier to only drink one drink then I thought that it would be."

She spied Adam looking out into the bar before looking back at her. She turned and looked and saw a table full of people staring at them, and when they saw her looking at them, most of them had the decency to look away.

"You can go back to your friends Adam, you don't have to sit with me."

"What happened? I know this isn't your first tonight."

"Same as usual, people bug me, they ask questions, and bring up memories. I want it to shut up, everyone and everything, and this doesn't help," she said holding up her beer, "but the noise in the bar here does, it calms my head."

The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable, and it wasn't awkward. It was the same one that they had grown up together in, knowing each others secrets and pain.

After a while, when they had finished talking and Megan was getting ready to leave, Adam brought out his wallet and paid the bartender for Megan's tap, despite the looks that he was getting. He then stood and started to walk back to his table and she walked the other direction to the door.

Adam was near the table when the questions started, but then they stopped and confused he turned to see what everyone was staring at and saw that Megan was standing behind him..

"Adam, thank you."

"It was just your tab…"

"You know that isn't what I mean."

"You never have to thank me," he said pulling her into a hug.

"I know, but…" she buried her face into his shoulder. As she pulled away, "could you walk me back to my apartment Adam?"

Adam put his arm behind him and felt his jacket dropped into his hand, "Anytime."

He didn't care that on Monday he was going to get drilled by everyone.