It's not terribly long, set after 1.02 or 1.03, I can't remember. Please review if you read.

.x. Caricature of Intimacy .x.

His skin feels older than it did those seven years ago, when she was fifteen and hers was the first bra clasp he ever struggled with, and he's kissing her more forcefully now than he did then. She knows that Tommy deserves better, that Graham deserves better, but those thoughts don't have much hold over her right now – after all, she's fifteen again, young and carefree and anchoring the only Donnelly who has a chance of getting away.

Tommy could escape this neighborhood, if he wanted to. He's got an education and a talent – a real talent, not rigging card games or stealing trucks like Jimmy – and he could make it somewhere, if only he could remember that they're his brothers, but he doesn't have to make their mistakes. He won't leave, though. Deep down she knows this, that he won't go anywhere if it means that he's too far away to protect his brothers when they need him and that he'll certainly never leave if he thinks he has a chance with her.

Tonight could be the stroke that kills him, but she doesn't want to think about that. Jenny Reilly wants to be fifteen again, to go back to a time when her husband's body wasn't rotting in a barrel somewhere and Jimmy's drug deals were an adrenaline rush and not a necessity and she and Tommy might still have had a chance.

She isn't fifteen again, though, and things are far too different now. She wasn't cleaning blood off of the concrete in Jimmy's bar when she was fifteen – Tommy wasn't a murderer then, he didn't have quite so many secrets, and she could have given her whole heart to him.