Sullivan wasn't used to living with someone. 

Since she had moved to Birmingham, the more she had even done was to share her home with Tommy occasionally, especially when he didn't want to spend the night alone. Otherwise, her home was hers, and she could do everything she wanted, whenever she wanted. 

At least before her brother moved with her. He wasn't tough to get along with, though it was different to live with him. 

Firstly, Tommy stopped coming by. He decided to give her the time to build her routine with her brother, unwilling to bother them. It wasn't a big deal for her, since she would see him at work or spend time with him when she truly needed it. Sully was busy with her work and trying to find a job for her brother, though the Shelbys had already settled the problem by offering a post in the betting shop. 

Secondly, she found herself living a better-organized life. She was eating with her brother, whom of which would keep an eye on him to check if she was eating correctly or sleeping well. It was weird to have someone behind her back like this, checking daily on her well-being. Of course, the Shelbys did check on her, though they weren't staring at her every move. 

Finally, it was awkward to have a lively home. Usually, it was filled with silence, with her enjoying the calm by reading a book on her couch. Now, she was constantly answering to Carl's questions, which was a full-time occupation. When Sullivan wasn't at the shop, reading letters or answering the phone, she was responding to Carlisle's interrogations about this member of the Shelby family, or what part of the town she loved the most, that kind of stuff. 

It wasn't annoying though, and the male would always find a way to surprise her. 

That morning, Sullivan was walking down the stairs when she caught Tommy leaning against the kitchen wall, his arms crossed over his chest while he was looking in front of him, as if lost in his thoughts. 

"Good morning," the blonde greeted, walking past him to grab a toast. "Why are you here?" she then asked, noticing his strange behavior. 

"I wanted to say hi before heading to Polly's son property," he explained as he walked to her, leaning against the counter as she did the same. 

"Are you nervous?" she demanded while bitting in her sandwich. 

Tommy ran a hand through his hair, looking down at her smaller form. "I think so," he vaguely answered, which made her laugh a little. "I don't want to mess it up," he explained. 

"Hey," she spoke, leaving her slice of bread on the kitchen table, facing her boyfriend. "You'll do great, okay? Just note as many details as you can, and we'll figure that out, alright?" 

Tommy nodded, smiling slightly at the blonde. Sullivan caught back her meal, widening her eyes when she bit in it again. "When did food become so good?" she wondered, sitting on the counter. 

"I told you you weren't eating enough," the dark-haired male stated. Sullivan stuck out her tongue, swallowing the last bite of her food before jumping off the counter, rubbing her hands before stepping into the living room. 

"When are you coming back?" the blonde demanded, turning on her heels to face Tommy again. 

"It's not that far, I'll be back tonight I think," he spoke, shrugging slightly. She nodded in agreement, turning towards the staircase. 

"Get up, Carl! We're gonna be late!" she screamed, hearing Carl's footsteps instantly rushing through his room. Tommy wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning her around to kiss her gently. 

"I'm leaving," he announced, kissing her again. "See you tonight, alright?" Sullivan muttered a goodbye against her lips and watched him stepping out of the house, closing the front door behind him. 

"Don't leave me here, I swear I'm ready!" Carlisle exclaimed, running down the stairs only to be greeted by his sister, her arms crossed on her chest. 

"I won't leave without you," Sullivan stated with a chuckle, motioning for him to get a breakfast. "Hurry up, we're already late!" 

When they stepped into the shop, they were ten minutes late, which wasn't that bad, but didn't stop John to underline it. Sullivan pretended not to hear him, though she couldn't repress the smirk on her lips. 

It was a very good morning. However, with the Shelbys, no good time could last. 

John rushed towards her desk, pushing Tommy's office doors roughly. Sullivan lifted from the papers she had spread in front of her, studying something about the Garrison. She raised a worried eyebrow, standing up quickly. "What happened?" she asked, the words scrambling through her mouth. 

"It's Arthur," the Shelby man answered, his voice shaking. "He killed a guy on the ring," John added, which made the blonde gasp loudly. 

"Where is he?" she demanded, already swinging her coat around her shoulders. John sighed, glancing behind his shoulder. 

"You really want to help him? It shouldn't be fucking pretty, Sul," John disagreed, shaking his head softly. 

Sullivan looked through the glass doors, watching her brother gazing at them, chewing on his bottom lip nervously. This was another thing they had in common. "Doesn't matter," she argued, already passing by him, "if Tommy comes back before me, tell him what happened, alright?" 

The first place she rushed was obviously the ring. Instead of finding Arthur, she met the owner, whom of which ran towards her, guiding her to a place they wouldn't be overheard. Sullivan looked around her before asking her first question. "Did Thomas come already?" she demanded, biting her nail nervously. 

"Not yet," the owner answered quietly, looking behind his shoulder quickly before turning back to the petite blonde in front of him. "He beat him to death, I swear," the owner explained before Sullivan's name was called by a familiar voice. 

"Finn!" she called back, thanking the man quietly as she rushed towards the youngest Shelby. 

The boy hugged her tightly, probably looking for comfort as she asked him what happened too. "He was out of his mind, Sully," he affirmed, connecting their eyes. "I swear he was, he didn't hear anything, even his own name, he was so focused," the boy spoke in one breath, the trauma clear on his features. 

"Where did he go, Finn?" she asked, catching the boy's shoulders, squeezing them. 

"Tommy!" the owner called behind her, passing by the two of them, probably heading to where Tom had just entered.  "Home," Finn responded quietly, pushing her back towards the entrance. 

Sullivan rushed towards where the owner and Thomas were speaking, the latest wearing his best angry expression. "I know where he is," she spoke without acknowledging the owner's words. 

Tommy stared down at her, excusing themselves to the owner, leading her outside with a hand in her back. "What the fuck are you doing here?" 

Sullivan smacked his chest, lifting her eyes to meet his. "Are you kidding? I'm here to save your bloody brother," she snapped between gritted teeth. "He's home, probably attempting to take away his life. Oh, and don't thank me," she ordered, rolling her eyes and passing by him, rushing back to the shop. 

John asked about his brother's well-being, and she only answered him with a slight 'don't worry', settling herself at the desk in front of Tommy's office. She grasped a few papers from his office, slamming the door behind her even if he wasn't there to witness it. Sullivan worked on some business requests until Tommy pushed the shop's doors open, not bothering to talk to her before entering his office, slamming the door behind him too. 

She would have laughed about the situation if she wasn't that worried about Arthur, and that mad at Tommy. The more she thought about it, the more she realized being mad was useless, since he didn't even make further comments about her presence at the ring, but she was anyway. 

Later, when she had finished reading her papers, she found herself hanging out with John, standing beside him and sometimes laughing around about a certain bet had been placed. "I'd be dead broke if I placed bets, let me tell ya," Sullivan stated, watching John write down another bet on a horse. 

"Yeah, that's because you bloody suck at being smart," Jonh retorted. 

Sullivan laughed, smacking his arm playfully, and was about to reply with a nasty comment of hers when she heard Tommy's office doors opened once more, the said man walking towards them, only stopping when he was by her side. "May we talk?" he asked in a low tone. 

The blonde pushed her hair behind her shoulders, smiling brightly. "Of course, Boss," she replied, which made John snort. She ignored him and traveling to his office quickly. Once they were both in the room, he closed the door quieter than he did before. 

Sully leaned against the door once it was closed, watching Tommy retreat behind his desk, sitting comfortably. She stared as he lighted up a cigarette, taking a drag and staring right back at her. He motioned for her to sit in front of him, which she did after a few seconds of hesitation. She sat in front of him, crossing her legs and her arms over her chest. "You don't even want to sit in front of me, eh?" he noticed, sensing her anger or disappointment, whatever it was. 

Instead of answering, Sullivan leaned forward, catching a cigarette of his and his lighter, lighting up the cigarette by herself. "What happened?" she simply asked, blowing her smoke towards the ceiling, watching it fly away. 

Tommy cleared his throat, joining his hands on the desk, his mouth opened to speak when someone knocked on the door. He sighed, closing his eyes for a second. "Come," he then ordered, making the blonde turned around towards the door. 

It opened on John and Carlisle. "We're leaving," John announced, Carlisle glancing towards his sister. 

"Wait," Sully interrupted. She was about to ask them to be careful when she caught that light in her brother's eyes. A light she didn't witness when they had visited him in London, a light that wasn't even there this morning when she had woke him up. Instead of lecturing them, she inhaled on her cigarette, smiling brightly to the male. "Get fucking wankered, mate. There's no bloody prohibition here." 

John smacked the Miller boy, chuckling to his sister's orders. "I'll keep an eye on him," he then promised, his eyes serious even if his smile was still bright. 

"I trust you with that," she sarcastically answered, leaning forward to crash her cigarette. "Go now, before I change my fucking mind," she ordered, waving the men out of the room. John laughed, shouting after a running Carl. 

Sullivan waited to hear the shop's door being slammed before turning back to Tommy, laughing quietly. "Prohibition," she repeated under her breath, lifting to connect eyes with Tommy. "Can you believe it? My folks are not fucking drinking for years." 

Tommy leaned backward in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest. "Alright, maybe they're drinking contraband," Sully admitted, rolling her eyes. 

"I didn't expect anything else from any of you," he scoffed, standing up to lean against his desk in front of her, facing her. "Arthur tried to kill himself." 

"Oh, fuck," she exclaimed, her green eyes widening. "Is he okay?" 

Tommy cleared his throat, looking down at his feet. "He fucking failed," he responded vaguely, gazing at her once more. "He'll be alright." 

Sully ran her hand through her hair, feeling something pressuring in her chest. Arthur had killed a kid, and then he tried to kill himself. Bloody hell, this family was a disaster. "What about Polly's son?" she demanded, deciding to avoid the thorny issue. 

"I found him," the man stated, a pleased light in his eyes. Sullivan smiled, grasping his hand and squeezing it gently. 

They stayed in his office, speaking about Polly's children, since Tommy had found out that Polly's daughter, Anna, was indeed dead in Australia. When she had heard the news, Sullivan couldn't imagine Polly's reaction, hoping she wouldn't get all alcoholic or suicidal again. Though she would understand it. 

Sully was hugging Tommy's waist behind his desk, looking up at him while he was telling her how lucky he had been to find the kids when Polly stumbled into the room, holding a big bag against her chest. Sullivan let go of Tommy, turning towards the newcomer instead, greeting her with a slight smile, her palms leaning against the wood of the desk. "You're here," the woman greeted, letting her bag on Tommy's desk. 

The said man glanced at the blonde beside him, looking for answers in her eyes, only to find her own doubts about the situation. Polly didn't seem bothered by their behavior as she looked through her bag, exiting a large file from it, her eyes glowing when she looked back at them. Sullivan's chest tightened when she recalled Anna's death in her head, trying her best not to let it shine through her expression. 

Polly looked at both of them back and forth, her excited expression fading a little as she seemed to process how uncomfortable they both were. Sully didn't know if she had to do the talking since Tom remained silent by her side. Finally, he looked down at the file, opening them in front of him. "Polly, these are the files for Michael and Anna Gray. As you can see, one is white, and one is black," he explained, his voice lowering a little at the end of his sentence. 

Sullivan decided to take it from here, her hand reaching for the black file. "Polly," she called, striking the woman's attention, "those dreams you've been having, they were true. I'm really sorry, Pol," she spoke in a soft voice, watching the woman's face break down, though she didn't scream or cry too much. 

Sullivan outstretched the file in Polly's direction, the brunette's eyes glowing with tears as she glanced at the file, gazing back at the blonde. "Read it," she pleaded, sitting down. "I can't, please." 

The blonde shared a look with Tommy, his eyes assuring her he was fine with it. "After Anna was taken from you, she was put with a family of a railway station master in Stafford," he began, struggling to find the right words. "She never settled. So she kept running away. She got on a train to Birmingham once Eventually they sent her to Australia, where she died of something called spring fever."

"She never forgot you, Pol," Sully spoke softly, watching the woman traveling to a globe in the corner of the room. 

Polly placed a finger on England and spun the globe until she found Australia. "So my little Anna traveled all the way back across the world to be with me in my dreams? She came all by herself," the woman whispered, grief clear in her voice which was slightly shaking. "Well, that's one train they couldn't get her off."

Sullivan shared a look with Tommy, her forehead crinkled in worry. "Polly, Michael is alive," the blonde stated, listening to the woman's broke laugh. It sent shivers down her spine to look at this strong Polly, almost falling apart in front of her. 

"I know where he lives, I went there," Tommy followed, placing his hand on his girl's back. "But, Pol," he tried to interject when Polly cut him off, her eyes glowing again. 

"And?" she asked, ignoring Tommy's attempt to speak. 

"Okay, Polly, listen to me," Tommy claimed, his eyes scanning his aunt's face carefully. "Just listen to me, please. The woman that he calls 'mother' will never let him come here."

"Just tell me where he is, Tommy," Polly asked, her voice tense as she approached the desk again. 

Sullivan wasn't quite sure about the chain of events, but she didn't like that strange darkness she could see in Polly's already dark eyes. "Polly, if you go there and you get mad and she gets mad and she calls the police, they will never let you anywhere near him and the boy will get scared," Thomas tried to bring her back to reason. "That's what will happen, Pol."

The blonde couldn't say Tommy didn't try his best. However, as Polly swang her bag on the desk, tuning out Tommy's constant calls. She exited a gun from her bag, pointing it firmly on Tommy, whom of which instantly stepped in front of Sullivan. "You just tell me where he is, Thomas," she required, removing the gun's safety quickly. "Tell me where he is, Thomas!"

Tommy pushed his desk aside, his eyes connected with Polly's. Sully didn't dare to move, watching the scene from behind Tommy's shoulder. "Pulling the gun..." he started, shooking his head slightly, "pulling the gun is why I can't tell you. Pol, I'm sorry, you're going to have to wait until he's 18."

Sullivan stepped next to Tommy, catching Polly's attention. "I'm sorry, Polly," she stated quietly. "You'll have to wait until the law considers he's able to make his decisions, alone," she explained, sadly staring at her elder. 

Polly stared back for a second before she roared, throwing the papers and other stuff that were resting on Tommy's desk on the ground, breaking some items. "Wait? You tell me where he is!" the woman ordered, this time pressing the gun against Tommy's temple. 

"If you shoot me, you'll never know," he only replied, which was right. 

Polly turned towards Sullivan, probably looking for support, and as she didn't find it in her eyes either, she raised her gun in the air, shooting the ceiling above them. Sullivan jumped in fright as she watched some paint falling on the floor, Polly storming out of the office. 

"That was quite something," she commented, turning towards Tommy. 

He watched his aunt leave the room before staring back at her, his expression saddened. "What more could've done?" Tommy demanded. 

Sully sighed, her thumbs caressing his cheeks. "Nothing, darlin'," she assured, tiptoeing to kiss his forehead gently. "She'll understand."