That day they used to get Corrie settled in Dita's old apartment. It had been pretty late when she arrived and Dita had to get home to Juice. The apartment was a good size. Built in the 1920s and furnished, by Dita, in retro appliances. Corrie loved the kitchen, particularly the old stove. In the living room was soft, back leather, over-stuffed chairs and a loveseat. There was also a beautifully mosaicked fireplace.

Corrie quietly unpacked the clothes she had managed to grab and found a place in the living room for her guitar. She was starting to be unbearably sore, a lot like after you get in a car accident. She had to be up early to go with Dita to Teller/Morrow to see if they had any work she could do for extra money. Dita seemed sure the club would take care of her.

When she woke up the next morning, Corrie did not feel rested. Her dreams had ben violent and every time she woke up in a strange place she would freak out. Damn it, she thought, I am strong than this.

The shower felt like balls of plastic pelting her injured side and face. She made it quick. She pulled on a black tank and a pair of well-worn jeans. She wasn't looking to impress anyone that day. Her hair was a waits length mass of red curls. She let it hang free, hoping it would hide some of the bruising on her face and her swollen shut eye. Taking stock in the full length mirror she laughed at her one eyed reflection.

When Dita knocked on the door it was nearly eleven in the morning.

"Hey Deet," Corrie said as she stepped onto the front porch.

Dita reached out and grabbed Corrie's chin and used one hand to tuck strands of hair behind her ear, "Fucking Christ, your eye is swollen shut!"

"I'm fine. Let's just go do this. The faster I am settled the better I will feel."

The car ride to Teller/Morrow was blessedly silent. Dita and Corrie were close enough that she probably knew her sister needed some time. Corrie had heard about the club but no one in the family had ever come out here for fear the mob would have them tailed and they would lead them straight to Dita. Corrie was excited to finally meet the new people in Dita's life. Not that they were really still new. She knew all about Juice. They'd started dating right after Dita ended up out here. She had done some work for the Sons farther north and when Juice went inside she took up some of his hacking jobs for the club. She wasn't a member, but she was the closest any of the women would ever get.

When Juice had met Dita they hated each other. He saw her as a threat because, in some ways, he was better than her at his job. Eventually though, everyone pushed them together and they ended up falling in love. She was happy for Dita.

She knew that Jax had taken over the club, but that a lot of shit had gone down to get them there. She knew that Dita was pretty close to Opie who had been through some horrendous shit. His wife had been killed in his place by Clay. After that he had fallen for a porn star, married her, then found out he had aborted his baby and then they split. Most recently he had found out Clay had killed his father. That was a lot of loss for one person. The rest of the guys seemed like a likable bunch, according to what Dita had told her. She was happy Dita had found people to take care of her.

When they arrived at the club, Dita left Corrie outside at a table by the door to the office.

"I'll be right back. I'm just going to go talk to Gemma," she told Corrie.

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and there was a soft, warm breeze. Corrie brushed her hair from her face, closed her eyes, and let the sun warm her sore cheek. She was so relaxed she never heard the footsteps that walked up behind her.

"Hi," a deep voice spoke from behind her, "I'm Opie, you must be corrie, Dita's baby sister."

Corrie turned around, groaning quietly because of her side. A tall man with brown hair pulled up in a messy bun-style pony tail wearing a teller/morrow uniform stood behind her smiling. When she turned enough to look at him face to face his smile faded and his brow knit.

"Jesus," he reached out to her face, running a thumb along her cheek, "What in the hell happened to you?"

Corrie was lightly taken aback by Opie touching her cheek and fought the urge to yank her face out of his grasp.

"I was dating a Mob Bosses son I met through Dita. We had a really fucking dumb fight and he beat the hell out of me. I didn't agree with his actions, so I took out his knees with a bat," Corrie answered, eyes on the ground.

Corrie stood as she answered Opie's question and her hand flew to her side as she bent over slightly to try to ease the pressure. Silently, Opie reached out, removed her hand, and lifted her shirt. When he saw the bruises and obvious swelling their he took in a sharp breath between his teeth.

"What the hell? Have you seen a doctor?" Opie growled.

"No. I left as soon as it happened and I haven't stopped going since then," Corrie answered wondering at his interest.

Opie slid his hand into Corrie's and led her inside the club house. She was shocked. She wasn't sure of the rules, but this had to be breaking one of them. She wasn't an old lady, she wasn't a friend of the club, and she certainly wasn't a crow eater. The club had a lived in feel. It wasn't dirty, but it was cluttered and kind of dark. There was a bar, a pool table, some chairs and tables. Opie led Corrie towards the bar where a dark-haired woman who looked to be in her thirties sat.

"Hey, Tara," he spoke.

"Hey Op," she replied quirking her head to one side and looking at Corrie.

"This is Dita's kid sister, the one Juice told us was coming in to town last night, could you check her out for me?" Opie didn't have to explain why, since the injuries were obvious.

"Yea, sure, Op. Follow me," she stood and walk toward a hallway.

Once they were in one of the club house spare bedrooms, Tara asked Corrie to remove her shirt. Opie must have said something to her about Corrie's side. She had some trouble getting it over her head, but she managed.

"You have at least one broken rib, possibly more. I can wrap you up to help alleviate some of the pain and I can get you some pain pills. If you have any shortness of breath you need to get into the ER. "

Corrie was thankful to Tara for not pressing any questions, though she figured the whole club would know by the end of the day. Dita walked into the room while Tara was finishing up.

"Remind me to thank Op for thinking to have Tara check you out," she said.

When they started to head back towards the car, Corrie spotted Opie.

"Hey, hang on a minute," she said to Dita.

Jogging lightly, ignoring the pain that caused, Corrie headed towards Opie. He was walking towards a tow truck. His head tirned towards her as she came towards him.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied, "Would you want to come over for dinner tonight? Just as a thanks."

She watched as Opie grinned.

"Yea, that would be great."