So...I started writing again. Sort of. I know this story isn't the best, but I tried. If anything is wrong, information-wise, tell me and I'll fix it. I have a lot of this story written and I pretty much know what I'm going to do with it, but ideas would be nice :) I appreciate reviews, too.

I own nothing recognizable, it all belongs to Kurt Sutter. However, I take full credit for Honey and whatever other OCs flitter in and out from time to time.

Honey Marie Morrow was bored, and when Honey was bored bad things tended to happen. It was the first day of summer vacation and she was stuck at TM, watching her mom do paperwork. With a sigh, she flicked a paper football across the office. Gemma looked up from her paperwork, fixing her teenage daughter with a cold, disapproving glare. Honey took that as her cue to leave, not willing to suffer her mother's wrath. She lingered outside the office door, contemplating her next actions. With a low hum, she skipped to the garage where Opie was working on a car. When he saw her tiny figure he grinned, knowing she'd been kicked out of Gemma's domain. He worked around her as she perched on a nearby tool chest. "How's school?" He asked, tugging playfully on a strand of her choppy blonde and black hair as he passed her. She propped her elbow up on her knee, holding her cheek as she conversed with the man she considered a brother.

"Pointless. I ain't smart like other people, Ope." He patted her thigh sympathetically.

"Just think, though. You only have one more year and you'll be free." He assured her, spreading his arms as though he were flying. Honey laughed quietly, the mere thought of never returning to the god awful cage made her giddy. Checking the time, she groaned quietly and hopped off the tool chest.

"Mom wants me to watch the office while she visits Abel." She grumbled.

Opie chuckled and shook his head. "She has you doing office shit? We might be out of business by tonight." Honey introduced him to her middle finger as she strolled back to the office. On her way, she noticed a new guy walking out of the clubhouse. Their eyes met and Honey shivered. His goofy grin was unlike anything she'd ever seen. She reminded herself to ask Opie about him and settled in the desk chair. She put her headphones in and started a song on her iPod as she opened her book. The Silence of The Lambs, with the nicest murderer she ever had the pleasure of knowing.

"Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
Hey, hey, hey
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's a ti-"

A tap on her shoulder startled her and she removed her headphones. Beside her, the unknown guy was standing, wringing his hands.

"Uh, does Gemma still have the number for the septic guy?" He asked, a twinkle in his blue eyes. Honey dug around the desk until she found the scrap of paper containing the number. She handed it to him, their fingers brushing against each other. "I'm Half Sack, by the way." He introduced himself.

"Half Sack?" She asked, not entirely sure if she wanted to know.

"Yeah, I lost my right nut in Iraq." He mumbled, looking down at the floor.

The news equally disturbed and fascinated Honey. "Oh, well, I'm Honey. Can you tell Opie I need to see him?"

Half Sack nodded, heading back out to the garage with a silly grin on his face. A few minutes later, Opie came in. Immediately, Honey began firing questions at him.

"Who is Half Sack?"

"The prospect, why?"

"Why didn't you tell me there was a new prospect?" She accused.

Opie eyed her strangely. "I didn't think you cared. Why the sudden interest?" Honey collected her frazzled nerves and calmed herself.

"Just wondering. It's been a while since SAMCRO had a prospect." She covered up her interest by brushing the topic away.

"Okay..." Opie mumbled, clearly confused. Honey waved him away, just as Gemma stepped back into the office. She smiled at her daughter, still cheery from seeing her grandson.

"Okay, sweetheart. You can go now." Honey shot out of the desk chair and was halfway to the garage before she finished speaking. Half Sack watched her, entranced with her. Tiny denim shorts peeked out from under her Avenged Sevenfold concert tee. The shirt itself clung to her chest beautifully, showcasing the feature that made Honey the topic of many locker room conversations. Her combat boots thunked against the concrete as she bounced across the lot. Opie followed the prospect's gaze and nudged him. Half Sack tore his gaze away from Honey reluctantly.

"Dude, don't even try." Opie warned. "She's the 16-year-old SAMCRO princess."

'16? Shit.' Half Sack ignored his heart and looked at Opie. "I ain't interested in jail-bait." He lied.

Opie nodded, satisfied with the answer.

In the garage, Honey was becoming bored. Opie was busy running around the lot, Jax was nowhere to be found, and she was fighting the urge to go looking for the prospect. Eventually, she sighed and lounged on the picnic table by the clubhouse. She swung her legs back and forth as she stared up at the roof, hands splayed across her flat stomach. A hand crept up her thigh and she shrieked, slapping at it playfully. When she caught sight of who it was she kicked at him, her heavy boots barely grazing his ass. Juice chuckled, continuing on to the clubhouse. Honey stood up and started walking, hoping to find something to occupy herself. As she rounded the corner, she collided with a hard body. Warm hands held her upright as she regained her balance. As she stared up at the babyish face of her rescuer, she failed to notice their faces moving towards each other. Just as their lips brushed against each other, Chibs rounded the corner.

"Prospect!" The prospect tore his face away from hers, trying to hide what had almost transpired. Chibs eyed the young couple suspiciously, noticing Honey's crimson blush and Half Sack's guilty expression. "Garage." He instructed Half Sack. The younger man nodded and hurried away, leaving the Scotsman and the princess alone. "Honey, I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, but if you get with the prospect-"

"I know. Believe me, I know where my place in the SAMCRO hierarchy is." She grumbled bitterly. Chibs pulled her into a hug, allowing her a moment of comfort. She relaxed against his cut, inhaling the fragrance of leather and whiskey. He patted her hair and kissed her forehead before gently pushing her in the direction of the parking lot.

"Yer mom wants to see you." Indeed, Gemma was waiting impatiently by her car. Honey approached her wearily, not sure what the queen wanted. When she caught sight of her daughter, Gemma pursed her lips.

"Took you long enough. I'm going over to Jax's house to clean, so you'll have to find a ride home. I won't be home until late." Honey nodded, already knowing who she was going to ask. She raced back to the clubhouse, hoping he was still there. Luck was on her side. The prospect was sitting at the picnic table holding his head in his hands. She approached him shyly, the memory of his lips near hers rushing to the front of her mind. Hearing her footsteps, Half Sack looked up at the younger girl. Honey twisted the hem of her t-shirt anxiously.

"Mama can't give me a ride home so I was wondering if you'd take me." She stared down at the pavement beneath her feet, waiting for his answer. He stood up, scratching his scruffy facial hair nervously.

"Uh, sure." She followed him to his white Dyna, accepting the helmet he offered her. She climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his middle and laying her head against his back as they rode to her house. He parked at the curb and let her off. She fidgeted in front of him, tugging at her shorts.

"Do you wanna come in? Mom and Dad won't be home for a while." She ran her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip, feeling the scar that resided there. Half Sack tried to protest but the hope in her eyes convinced him. He followed her inside, lingering at the bottom of the stairs as she ran to her room. "Come on!" She encouraged him as he hesitantly entered her room. The beaded curtains on the window blocked the sunset, setting a muted blue glow about the room. Honey fell back against her fluffy colorful bedspread, patting the bed beside her. Half Sack sat, watching her turn the TV on. The start menu for the new Carrie was playing on the large screen. Honey pressed play and curled into Half Sack's side, much to his surprise. He reluctantly wrapped his arm around her narrow shoulders, inhaling the sweet aroma that clung to her hair. She smelled like apples and vanilla. They watched the movie silently, Honey scooting closer into his side when she thought he wouldn't notice. By the end of the movie, Honey was practically in Half Sack's lap. She had thrown her leg over his lap, his crotch pressed against her inner thigh. She wiggled a little, getting comfortable as the credits rolled down the screen. Half Sack involuntarily moaned when she came into contact with his erection.

Honey felt it digging into her leg and looked down. She blinked, her eyes widening ever so slightly. She looked up at him from under her eyelashes, a hint of a blush dusting her cheeks a pale pink. Her tongue darted out, dampening her dry lips. Half Sack's eyes followed the motion, a hand trailing down to her hip. Honey leaned toward him, stopping just out of reach of his lips. Half Sack understood and closed the distance, capturing her soft, pink lips with his. The kiss grew hotter with each passing second, and soon Half Sack was hovering over Honey's tiny body. His hands ran under her shirt, to just below her bra and down again. A soft moan escaped her parted lips, sending a shiver down his spine. His prepay rang in his pocket, doing little to diminish their lust-filled reverie. Honey's slim fingers tugged at Half Sack's short hair, enjoying the feel of the soft strands as they slipped through her fingers. The infernal ringing stopped, earning a sigh of relief from the couple, before starting again. Half Sack nearly growled in irritation as he pulled away from Honey to answer the call.

"What?" He snapped. He instantly calmed himself when Jax scolded him.

"Chill out, prospect. Need some help at the garage."

Half Sack felt Honey's small hand run up his thigh, cupping him through his jeans. He stuttered out a reply then hung up, tearing himself away from the younger girl.

"I better get back." He hurried down the stairs. When Honey heard the front door slam, she felt bad. She could've gotten him in trouble. Falling back on her pillows, she planned her next move. Mission Seduce Sack was on.

Back at the clubhouse, Half Sack was serving Chibs a drink. "Prospect," Chibs said. "Honey-Bee is the sweetest, toughest, kindest lass I've had the pleasure of knowing. Don't fuck her up." With that stern warning, the Scotsman headed to his dorm. Half Sack rested his elbow on the bar, running a hand through his hair as he thought about all the reasons she was off-limits. 'She's 16. Clay would kill me, if Gemma didn't first, then Jax would hide my body...'

"Fuck." He stated simply. "I'm fucked."