Pandora and Jemma pretty much crash their way through the front door of Pandora's house. The reason is that they're making out and don't bother stopping as they barely manage to close the door behind them, dropping their bags on the floor while they do. They grope and paw at each other as they attempt to stay vertical as they continue to make out. Pandora shoves Jemma up against the nearest wall, smiling while she breaks the kiss to look at Jemma who has an equally excited smile on her face.

"I can't believe we did that." declares Pandora as she teases Jemma by leaning in for a kiss before pulling back multiple times. Her hands reach down, grazing the back of her fingers along Jemma's side. This makes Jemma's hips move against Pandora's despite the fact that their bodies are pressed so tightly against each other.

"It was fun right?" asks Jemma as she falls for a few of Pandora's teases before catching on to the game. She attempts to do the same, causing small kisses between them as they try to get the words out to continue their conversation.

"Definitely, I'm so glad you suggested it." responds Pandora with a smile as Jemma's tongue flicks out, playing with Pandora's lips.

Jemma grabs Pandora before she can figure out what's going on and throws her up against the living room doorway as she slams her own body into Pandora's, kissing her deeply. Jemma's hands wander along Pandora's body, grazing the side of her right breast over her shirt causing Pandora to squirm between the wall and Jemma who is pressing herself more against her.

Eventually, Jemma breaks the kiss, "Is that why you suggested coming back here? When your parents are out?"

Pandora's smile turns into a grin as she answers, looking her make out partner over from her restricted position, "Among other reasons."

"Really? What were the other reasons?" wonders an also grinning Jemma.

Pandora grabs Jemma like she did a moment ago and pushes Jemma into the living room. She backs Jemma into the couch, which makes her fall onto her back.

"I forget..." says Pandora before climbing onto the couch, hovering over her make out friend, "Give me a minute."

"Take all the time you need." declares Jemma, reaching up to grab the back of Pandora's neck, pulling her down into a kiss.

The kiss quickly deepens, their bodies pressing together and not long after grinding up against each other through their clothes. After a while, Pandora breaks the kiss to pull back partly and straddles Jemma. She reaches down, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling it above her head. As her shirt wraps itself around her left arm, a fake cough is heard. Pandora looks up from her focus on Jemma to see her mother standing in the opposite doorway of the living room which connects it to the kitchen.

"Hi mom..." Pandora says with a smile despite the annoyed look on Uni's face.

"What are you doing?" asks a clearly annoyed Uni.

Pandora looks down at Jemma for a second who has a smile on her face as well then back at her mother.

"What does it look like I'm doing? Seems kinda obvious don't you think?" responds Pandora playfully.

"Definitely." confirms Jemma from her position still underneath Pandora.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" Uni asks somewhat rhetorically.

"Shouldn't you be at court?" Pandora asks with a similar rhetoric.

"I'm taking a long lunch." responds a clearly not amused Uni.

"So are we." suggests a strangely playful Jemma.

"You're not allowed to take a long lunch, not this early in the year. You should be in school. Why aren't you in school?" Uni asks, getting less and less amused as the conversation continues.

"I'm doing like you said, focusing on making friends."

Uni watches her daughter for a moment before responding, "Looks like more than friends to me."

"You asked me to have a social life. I'm being social." insists Pandora.

"VERY social." adds Jemma with a bit of a chuckle.

There's a long silence from everyone in the room before Uni breaks it, "Dora, can I speak to you for a minute?"

"I'm... kinda busy right now Mom."

"NOW Dora!" insists Uni in a very authoritative tone.

That tone stops a witty response from either of the teenagers. Pandora gets off Jemma and puts her shirt back on as Uni goes into the kitchen. It isn't long until Pandora follows her mother with an amused smile towards an equally grinning Jemma as she goes. She smooths out her shirt to make herself presentable for her mother.

"What are you doing?" Uni asks again of her daughter.

"Didn't we already cover that?" asks a nonchalant Pandora.

"Don't test me right now Dora. What are you doing?"

"You asked me to focus on Jemma, I'm focusing on Jemma."

"This isn't what your father and I meant and you know that." responds Uni.

"No, but this is definitely a lot more fun." suggests Pandora with a smile.

"She's possessed by the spirit of impulse. Going along with her ideas is not the best way to deal with her."

Pandora points towards the living room, "Oh this was definitely my idea."

"That's not what I..." Uni begins but then takes a deeper look at her daughter, "Where's The Box?"

Pandora seems confused by her mother's question, "Why?"

"Please tell me that you have it with you."

Pandora points towards the front door, "It's in my bag... I think."

"Stay here." insists Uni.

"Fine." agrees Pandora with a dismissive shrug.

Uni goes into the front door hallway and picks up Pandora's bag, going through it. Jemma leans over the edge of the couch so that she can look at Uni through the door.

"Everything okay?" asks a curious Jemma.

"Yes." responds Uni as she continues to look through Pandora's bag, not focusing on her daughter's friend. She finds The Box and pulls it out, turning back to the kitchen.

"What is that? Pandora said it was some kind of family heirloom."

"It's true."

"What kind of family heirloom? I've never seen anything like it. She seemed kinda upset when I was holding it earlier and then she got fun. I could use something like that." asks Jemma.

Uni looks at Jemma finally with concern but also a bit of realization, "An old one. Dora will be back with you in a moment."

"No worries." says Jemma as she goes back to lying on the couch.

Uni then heads back into the kitchen.

"What's this about Mom? I need to get back to focusing on Jemma."

Uni fiddles with The Box, a couple clicks can be heard.

"What are you doing?"

"This isn't the first idea you've gone along with is it? She's had other ideas that you've been doing, haven't you?"

Pandora continues to be confused, "Why?"

"Answer the question."

"We've had some fun, why is that a bad thing?"

"It depends on why you're doing it." Uni stops fiddling with The Box, "And what made you do it."

Uni holds up The Box towards Pandora. It glows yellow and after a moment Pandora's eyes do the same.

"That's what I thought."

Pandora is confused by her mother's words, "What did you think?"

Without responding, Uni closes the distance between her and her daughter, holding out The Box between them. Pandora becomes worried and breathing heavily.

"What are you doing?"

Uni presses The Box up against Pandora's chest and her eyes glow even brighter.

"My job."

A glow starts in Pandora's chest where The Box is touching her, then it seems to flow into The Box. Eventually, the glow from Pandora stops and so does The Box, but as soon as it ends, Uni's eyes glow yellow for a moment before she shakes it off. Pandora takes a few deep breathes as she calms down while still confused.

"What... what happened?"

"You don't remember? It should come back to you fairly quickly."

Several moments pass as Pandora's breathing gets back to normal.

"I remember... I was... I was spending time with Jemma like you asked... and then... I started getting a little crazy."

"You let her touch The Box didn't you?"

"H-How did you know?" Pandora asks as she looks at The Box, unsure if she wants to take it back.

"When we gave it to you, we told you that you were vulnerable to it in the way most other people are. We told you not to let other people get a hold of it. Apparently you didn't listen." admonished Uni.

"I'm sorry, I... I didn't know. It was like, all of the sudden, I couldn't have a bad idea. I did whatever I wanted, or worse whatever anyone else wanted. I thought whatever Jemma suggested was a good idea."

"I know."

"You know?" asks a confused Pandora.

"I used to do your job remember? I thought I'd prepared you to deal with this better. I thought I'd raised you to be a strong person who could resist the spirits if it came to that. That you were ready for this responsibility, for what's out there and will be coming. Maybe I was wrong."

"No, Mom, I can do this. I can be better. I'll save Jemma, I promise."

"You better. Things are getting worse out there."

"Worse?"

"Her influence is spreading. I've been getting calls from police departments all day seeing if I can fit their cases into my schedule. They've been fielding an upsurge in calls, domestic violence from people with no history, traffic stops turning violent over minor issues. Vandalism from security guards protecting the property they vandalized themselves. If she isn't stopped soon, we'll have to take more... drastic measures."

"Drastic measures?"

Uni doesn't respond to her daughter's question, although the look on her face says it all.

"I-I... I can do this. Please just... don't do anything."

Pandora's mother watches her daughter for a few moments, "You'll need something of hers."

"Then I'll get something. Hold on a minute." says Pandora as she turns back towards the living room.

Jemma is lying on the couch as Pandora returns. She sits up at the sight of Pandora.

"Did you get rid of her?" asks Jemma.

"What?" responds Pandora.

"Your mom, did she go back to work?" elaborates Jemma as she gets up to meet Pandora, getting very close to her friend. Pandora is stand offish.

"Oh, uh, no... she's still here." says Pandora.

"Damn, I guess she's not going to let us pick up where we left off?" Jemma says as she begins to get affectionate with Pandora in the same way they were before.

"Probably not."

"Well, the fun doesn't have to end." insists Jemma.

"What do you mean?"

"My parents aren't home either. They're taking a little 'them time'. Which leaves the place perfect for a little 'we time'." says Jemma.

Pandora is about to ask what Jemma means but Jemma starts kissing Pandora's neck as her hands explore Pandora's body. Pandora is clearly into it for a while until she comes to her senses.

"I... I can't." she says, putting some distance between her and Jemma.

Jemma is clearly confused by the turn of events, "Why not?"

"I just... I'm not ready."

"You were ready before. Coming back here was your idea."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just... I can't."

Jemma closes the gap between them again, trying to get things going, "Look, if your mom killed the mood, I'm sure I can bring it back to life at my place."

Pandora grabs Jemma's hands as she tries to put them around her neck, "I... I'm not ready."

"You seemed ready before." says Jemma with a frustration obvious in her voice.

"I know, and I'm sorry about that."

"You keep saying you're sorry, but all I hear is 'I'm a big tease'."

"I know, I'm..." Pandora is about to say until Jemma interrupts.

"You're sorry, right..." Jemma turns away from Pandora and heads for the door.

"Jemma... Jemma, wait..."

Jemma picks up her stuff at the front door and leaves.