So I'm John Lawrence's son

The Impala roared through the dark streets of Reseda, its headlights cutting through the fog that was beginning to roll in. Jack, his hands steady on the steering wheel, felt the weight of the day lift with every turn, every gear change.

Beside him, Tory settled into her seat, her seatbelt cutting into the worn fabric of her denim jacket. She hummed softly to a song Jack didn't recognize, a punk rock beat that contrasted with the silence of the night.

"Nice car," she said, breaking the silence with a wry smile. "All it needs is a coffin in the trunk to complete the gothic look." 

Jack laughed, shaking his head. "You're hopeless, Nichols. Don't you appreciate a classic?" 

"Appreciate? I prefer cars that don't look like they came out of a '60s horror movie," she replied, laughing. 

But Jack knew she was joking. Tory had a rough exterior, but beneath that thick shell was a smart, strong girl who somehow understood him. 

He parked the Impala in front of her building, a low-slung, faded set of apartments that looked like they had seen better days. 

"Thanks for the ride, Sullivan," Tory said, opening the car door. "And for the conversation. It's not every day I meet someone who understands the shit I go through." 

"You're welcome, Nichols," Jack replied, with a sincere smile. "If you need anything, you know where to find me." 

Tory nodded and disappeared into the building, leaving Jack alone with his thoughts. He leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath, smelling the dust and mildew that permeated the Impala's upholstery.

Talking to Tory had been like a balm for his wounds. She understood him in a way Sam never had, without judgment or expectations. They were just two lost souls, trying to find their place in the world.

But Tory wasn't the only one on his mind. Moon, with her radiant smile and infectious energy, also held an important place in his heart. He remembered the night of the party, the kiss they had shared, the way she had looked at him with admiration and affection. Moon deserved more than his hesitations, more than just being a safe haven in the midst of the storm.

Jack picked up his phone, his fingers sliding across the screen until he found her name. Without hesitation, he dialed the number, determination pulsing through his veins.

"Jack? "What a surprise!" Moon answered in her usual cheerful voice.

"Moon, I need to see you." Now."

"Now? But it is already..."

"I'm coming to get you."

He hung up before she could respond, the dominance he understood he had to have inside and outside of him seeping into his actions. There was no more room for uncertainty, it was time to act.

Minutes later, the Impala pulled up in front of Moon's house. She was waiting for him at the door, surprise and joy written all over her face. Jack got out of the car, his posture straight, his gaze intense.

"Jack, o que..."

He pulled her into a kiss, silencing her questions with the firmness of his lips. Moon gave herself over to the kiss, responding to its intensity.

Jack took her to his apartment, the conversation between them flowing with a sincerity that surprised him.

"Moon, I'm sorry I pulled away," he said, holding her hands. "I was confused, scared... But you're important to me. I don't want to lose you, because of my doubts and uncertainties. Just for now I want to be myself, no more being uncertain about things...

Moon looked at him with shining eyes, her heart racing. "Jack, I..."

He interrupted her with another kiss, this time deeper, more intense. Moon felt a shiver run through her body, a wave of desire that completely dominated her.

"I want you, Moon," Jack whispered, caressing her face.

"I want you too, Jack," she replied, her voice choked with emotion.

That night, Jack was different. He didn't talk about his feelings as easily as before, but his actions made it clear what he felt. He took her in his arms with confidence, kissed her passionately, loved her with the intensity of a tiger who had finally found his prey.

Moon surrendered herself without reservation, her body responding to every touch, every look. She felt safe in his arms, desired by his intense gaze. That Jack, strong and dominant, excited her in a way she had never experienced before.

They loved each other passionately, exploring every inch of each other's bodies, discovering new sensations, new pleasures. With every moan, every whisper, the love between them grew stronger, creating bonds that seemed impossible to break.

In the morning, the sun flooded the room, illuminating their intertwined bodies. Moon, nestled in his arms, smiled. "I like this new Jack," she whispered, caressing his chest. "He's strong, determined... and incredibly sexy."

Jack chuckled, pulling her closer. "This Jack is here to stay," he whispered, kissing her hair.

Together, they would face whatever came. Jack, with his strength and determination, and Moon, with her light and joy, formed an unbeatable duo. The future was uncertain, but they were ready to write it together. Whatever happened in the future, be it good or bad, it would not be because of the actions of their former shy life and without conclusion about their feelings and actions.