Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters in the show. It's the property of Kurt Sutter, Sutter Ink and FX.

Some reviews made me realize that I had missed giving you some vital information. Billie lives in Sun Valley, Nevada. The story starts towards the end of the first season. It's mentioned in the first chapter that the The Devils Tribe had patched over just a few months before, but pretty briefly.

Since there has been some trouble with alert mail I want to point out that I published a chapter three days ago, just so you don't miss it. If I've missed to thank someone for their review, that is probably the reason and if so, I'm very sorry.

As always, huge thank you to Simone Santos and MuckyShroom, The Freak Circle and all of you who reads this story.

4. Stormy Weather

After the visit at the gas station it took him more than two weeks to come again. This time he came at lunch time, knocking at her door and giving her a big smile.

"Get dressed."

"Why?"

"My turn to buy lunch."

"What?"

"I'm buying you breakfast, Freckles." He looked at her and despite being fully dressed she felt completely exposed. "Least I could do."

'Least he could do!' Piece of shit kills people in front of her, keeps stalking her and he thinks a breakfast will make it all better. Another part of her was glad he was there again and that really freaked her out. And now she was going out with him. She wasn't sure if that was better or worse than having him in her kitchen.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?"

Still looking at her tits and with that feral smile, he shook his head. "Nope."

With another sigh she took her jacket and stepped outside. When he handed her his helmet she stared at him.

"What?"

"You take the helmet. I'll be fine."

On a bike! He wanted her on his bike! She'd never been on a bike! She looked past him and tried to figure out how close she'd be to him and if she could just run down the street screaming to get rid of him..

"You want me to ride behind you?" Would she even fit there! Even if she was really close, and how close was that? This was not going to happen.

"Yes."

"No way!" she said, but he just kept holding the helmet in front of him. "I've never done that." Maybe that would scare him off this crazy plan.

"Ain't nothing to it. Just hold on tight."

"I can take the car, I'll follow you."

He moved closer. "You'll like it."

It was suddenly hard to breathe. She took the helmet so she could take a few steps back. He walked up to the bike, threw his leg over it and looked at her.

"I'll start it first and then you get up behind me." He pointed down at something, "Put your feet on the pegs and watch out for the exhaust pipe, it gets hot."

She nodded and put the helmet on. It was a bit big so she tightened the straps and looked back at him again.

Quinn started the bike and then looked at Billie. She looked really nervous and hesitantly walked over to him. He patted the bitch seat behind him. He hadn't thought she'd agree, but apparently she was scared enough of him to pretty much agree to anything he said. But he hadn't missed how her pupils dilated when he moved closer to her.

She stood by the bike staring at him, and down at the bike, with a confused expression.

"Grab a hold of my shoulders and swing your leg over it," he finally said.

She did and then she sat down, as far back as she could with a light hold on his shoulders. She'd fall off the second he took off so he looked over his shoulder.

"You're gonna have to hold me around the waist, darlin'."

With a glare that could've given him a heart attack she moved her arms around him. He reached back and put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her even closer, took one of her hands and put it over her other arm. "Grab a hold of your own arm like this."

He had her plastered along his back and it felt really good. He looked over his shoulder again.

"Try to lean with me."

"What?" She had to move even closer to hear what he was saying and he tried to hide his smile when he felt her pressing against his back.

"When I turn, lean with me, don't sit straight."

"Won't I fall?"

"You're not supposed to throw yourself to the side, just lean and look over my shoulder in the direction we're turning."

"I can't fucking see over your shoulder, you're a mountain!"

There was no hiding that smile and he laughed. "Then look at that shoulder if you can't see over it. We'll try a couple of turns at first and then I'll let you know how you're doing. And when I stop, don't put your feet on the ground, keep them on the foot pegs."

"Got it," she nodded.

With a smile on his lips he took off and as expected she held him even more firmly once he did. He liked this a lot. He drove carefully for a while, made a couple of turns and she was doing good. He also noticed that she pressed closer to him when he turned and, yup, he had a boner. He stopped and she kept her feet on the pegs.

"You're doing good, keep it up," he said and she just nodded. "I'll take you to eat now."

He started to drive to the café he had in mind. When he stopped in front of it, Bille almost flew off the bike and handed him the helmet. He didn't miss that little smile though.

"You ok?"

"Yes," she said, but wouldn't look at him.

"Like it?"

That one she didn't even answer, just nodded, smiling down into the pavement. He was pleased. The main reason he was taking her out for breakfast was to get her behind him on the bike; if she liked it, it would be easer to get her along for rides later on. And he wasn't going to talk her out of the illusion that she had to sit really close to him.

He walked behind her into the café. Her ass was nice in jeans, but he still liked her better in that robe. She ordered a coffee and some kind of sandwich and they sat down.

"How are you sleeping?" he asked to get her going a bit. He didn't want her to sit there all silent.

She looked up at him with a confused face. "Oh," she finally said. "You meant... I don't sleep much, never have, so it's pretty much the same."

"Why?"

"Why, what?"

"Don't you sleep?"

"Don't know. I just don't get tired and I don't sleep for that long when I fall asleep."

He could think of more than a couple of ways to get her tired. It had been another slow couple of weeks with a lot of time on the bike so he'd wear her out in no time. Or at least in a couple of hours. Still didn't think she'd be up for that yet. Clay had been right though; it would be a lot easier to keep an eye on her if he kept his dick in her now and then.

The problem was, he wasn't much for keeping regular girls, few had the patience with him and he had patience with even fewer. Bille was nice to be around and obviously a strong bitch. Sure, she'd hurled when she saw Hap kill that douche bag, but he'd be worried what kind of a psychopath she was if she hadn't reacted strongly. He was basically starting to suspect that she might be worth at least some trouble. It would be nice to have a warm bed to land in now and then. Especially if it was kept warm by a woman looking like this.

"Need to exercise more, to get tired," he said with a smile. Judging from her glare she knew what he meant. Then she smiled back at him.

"Thanks for the advice, I'll give that a try."

He chuckled, but left it at that. They talked about everyday things for a while and then he stood up. She followed him outside, put on the helmet and stood quietly while he started the bike.

Billie took a deep breath and looked at him, this huge guy with a black, long sleeved sweatshirt with a cut over it. Once the bike was running she put her hands on his broad shoulders, sat down and moved her arms to around his waist. Once again he put his hand, almost on her ass, and pulled her closer. She was basically rubbing up on his back and he turned around.

"Wanna take an extra ride?"

She looked at the side of his face, that bump on his nose and the beard around his mouth. She wanted to tell him that there wasn't any point in doing that, but she'd liked it and she wanted a longer ride.

"Okay," she finally said and she saw the smile that grew before he turned his head back forward.

She tried to do what he'd told her, relaxing her body and let her upper body follow his in the turns. He stopped after a while and once again looked over his shoulder.

"You're doing good." His phone rang and he took it out and after a few short 'okay's' he hung up. "I need to get going, I'll take you home."

"Okay," she said and held him again.

He dropped her off at her house, took the helmet and adjusted the straps, and with a wave, he was gone.

-o0o-

Billie's dad, Cormac, called the next day. It was nice to talk to him and she agreed to come down and visit him the next month. When their mom died, she and Ella had been worried that he'd be lonely. She couldn't remember ever seeing her dad without their mom. They did everything together and shared so much, their love for jazz above all. They moved around a lot as kids, but once Ella started school they settled in Vegas; but as soon as they had a break from school, they hit the road and she loved it.

There had been no need to worry. Although he missed their mom and talked about her as often as possible, he had a lot of friends, good friends, that kept him occupied. He played at countless clubs. They took him out on smaller tours and one had gotten him a temporary job as a studio musician. He was having a lot of fun and now he wanted her to come to Vegas and listen to him play.

The weekend after, a friend of hers wanted her to go out for a couple of drinks and attempt to get laid and that sounded like another great idea; so she dressed up in a dress, high heeled shoes and dangling earrings. Stuff she rarely used since no sane person pranced around at a gas station in stuff like that, but she really liked to dress up.

Her blond friend, Sarah, had a similar outfit and not long after they entered the club a couple of guys were buying them drinks. One of them, with dark hair and eyes, was obviously the one honing in on Billie and she didn't mind. The other one was shorter than she was in high heels; and her rule was that a guy had to be taller than her at all times for her to bother.

She followed him home and she got properly laid. The man sure as shit knew what he was doing and seemed to think that she did too. When she fell asleep she smiled to herself. Quinn had been right, all she needed was some proper exercise.

The morning after she got another round and for once left her number with the guy, Thomas. She took a cab home, since walking onto a bus on a Saturday morning wearing a dress and high heels was a tell tale sign that you'd had an away game the night before.

When the cab turned into her street and she saw the bike she sighed. After paying she stepped outside. Quinn took one look at her and laughed.

"You've been up to no good, Freckles."

"Just following a wise old biker's advice about getting some exercise to get some sleep."

"Did it work?" he asked as he followed her up the stairs to her door.

"Yes, thank you," she said as she opened the door and walked inside.

Quinn followed the very overly dressed Billie into her house.

"Should do it more often," he smiled.

The dress looked great on her and he liked her in green, it really suited her with that red hair.

Inside, she turned around and looked at him. "I need to shower, if you want something in the kitchen, feel free to take it."

He nodded and walked into the kitchen to turn on the coffeemaker. Leaning against the kitchen counter he was hoping she'd come back out in her robe, but she didn't. She had grey sweatpants and a white tank top. After a double check he was a bit disappointed to notice she had a bra on underneath. It didn't matter, her nipples were still clearly visible.

Once they sat down he wasn't sure what to talk about. He didn't want to ask who the guy was, he didn't want to know. When her phone rang she went for it, but came back inside and sat down in front of him to talk.

"No, I'm a home." Silence. "No, just got here," she said with a smile and looked into the table. "Listen, I'm not alone so I'll call you later." A smile when the other person talked. "Nothing like that, I'll call you later."

"Was that him?"

"No. It was my friend."

"Who is she?" She gave him an uncertain eye. "Just trying to be polite, I didn't ask so I could go and find her."

"Sarah, she's just a friend."

Finally he couldn't help himself. "Who was the guy?"

"No one, just someone I met at a bar." She looked up from the table. "Where have you been?"

"On the road. Why, did you miss me?"

"Obviously," she said and rolled her eyes, but she smiled. "Are you just gonna keep popping in like this forever?"

"Want me to call next time I'm away?" he teased her and she rolled her eyes again when he laughed. "Baby, it's easier for you if you don't fight this."

"I'm not fighting this," she protested. "Just meant that, I don't know, maybe you can call me before you stop by?"

Now they were getting somewhere. "I'll call you." And not only when he was on his way, he'd been waiting for her to suggest that and he liked that. "I need to go." She nodded and followed him to the door. "'Til next time, Freckles."

She nodded again, "Do I need to keep you informed about when I'm about to leave town or something."

"That would be the cops, baby. You don't have to tell me." He'd ask her later instead. "I'll call you."

"Want my number?"

"I have it, don't worry."

She laughed and waved. "Take it easy."

-o0o-

"You said you'd call!" she half yelled the next time he came.

"I called," he answered as he walked inside.

"Last week! I meant that you should call before you came here."

"Why?" He looked around and started to see what was going on. Lit candles, a bottle of wine and she looked great in a dress. "Not like I'd ask for permission to come."

"Quinn!" She stomped after him. "Please! I haven't told anyone, I've behaved every time you've barged in here or pulled me away somewhere, I think I deserve some fucking private life!"

"I'm not here that often."

"It's not how often or how long. It's that you just pop by!" She looked pissed, but when the doorbell rang her face changed and she looked horrified. "Please don't say anything."

"Like what? I'm here to check up on her since she saw my friend snap a guy's neck."

"Yes, like something like that! And please leave."

"Sure, but I'm going out the front door. I'm not gonna crawl away." He might have, if he hadn't known who was coming. He wanted to see this guy.

"That's fine, as long as you leave."

She opened the door and some black haired dude, pretty scrawny too, walked inside, holding some flowers. He halted when he saw him.

"This is a friend, he was just about to leave," Billie said with a nervous smile. "He didn't know I was expecting a guest."

"Oh," the guy said before composing himself enough to hold out a hand. "I'm Thomas."

Quinn didn't take it, instead he grabbed Billie's waist and kissed her cheek. "See you later, Freckles." He almost laughed when he noticed her going bright red out of sheer anger. "I'll call you," he half laughed when he walked out of the house.

-o0o-

Billie was surprised when Thomas stayed the night. It hadn't been all that easy to explain who Quinn was or that kiss and hug. She had a feeling Thomas wouldn't come and visit again though, but he did invite her to his place just a few days later.

Quinn called when she was on her way back home the morning after.

"How was the date?" he asked.

"None of your business. If you feel the need to keep an eye on me and drop by that's fine, but I'm not gonna let you in on my lovelife."

"Where are you?"

"On my way home."

"Good, I'm on your porch."

"You were gonna call."

"And this is me, calling," he said and hung up.

When she stepped out of the cab he eyed her.

"What are you really doing here?" she asked when she walked by him.

"Actually, I was in the neighborhood. Indian Hills."

"That's a different city!"

"It's neighborhood for me," he shrugged and followed her inside. "How's Thomas?" When she turned around he was smiling. "Figured that's where you've been."

"Listen, I'm going to visit my dad in a couple of weeks. In Vegas." She hoped that the change of subject would stop him from asking if the exercise helped her sleep. Or ask anything else about Thomas.

"You two close?"

"Yes."

"Just you?"

"No, I'm taking Thomas, introduce my new fiance to my dad." When he stared at her she couldn't help herself and laughed. "I'm kidding, it's just me."

Quinn looked at Billie, she was in a skirt and blouse, 'casually dressed up' his ex wife used to call that. She looked good, probably'd had some good nights of sleep and he had to admit it to himself; he didn't like that. He didn't like Thomas either. At all.

"What are you doing in Vegas, except visiting your dad?"

"He's taking me to some jazz clubs that he's playing at, meet some old friends probably." She looked at him. "How old are you?"

He laughed. "Forty-six." Talk about changing subject. "Are we going to talk about me now?"

"Yes," she smiled. "Let's. So, forty-six and you have a house you never stay in. Is there a wife in that house?"

"Not anymore."

"Kids?"

"No, no kids."

"Why not?"

"Why don't you have kids?"

"Never found a dad, I guess. I like kids." She looked around, "Coffee?"

"Yeah, sounds good." He followed her into the kitchen. "Maybe that Thomas is a dad."

Instead of answering, she shrugged. That pissed him off too and he looked at her after sitting down.

"What did you tell him about me?"

"I said you were a friend. I said that you helped me once when I got sick at work. Figured that it was easier if I stuck as close to the truth as possible."

"It is," he nodded. Smart girl. "And your sister saw me there so stick to that story."

She turned and smiled. "But he prefers us being at his place now, so I'm not sure he believed me."

"Where's his place?"

"Won't tell you. If I'm not at home you can call me."

"Will you come running?" He was teasing her and she seemed to understand since she just smiled and put a cup in front of him before sitting down. "No?"

"No," she still smiled. "Tell me about your ex-wife instead."

"Not much to say." His ex-wife was a crazy bitch, but that was kind of why he'd liked her to begin with. "She wanted things I didn't want."

"Like kids."

"Like kids," he confirmed. "And a husband who could stay in one spot more than a week at a time."

"I miss that," she suddenly said. "We used to tour every school break. Me and Ella ran home from school those days and mom and dad had packed the bus. It was us and whatever band they were playing with and we took off. We both loved it." When she looked up at him it was as if she'd forgotten that he was there. "Sorry, just remembered that."

"Big band?" he asked to keep her talking.

"Not that often, but sometimes. My favorite was a singer, big black woman named Mona. She didn't have any kids of her own and she almost adopted me and my sister when we were on the road."

She'd never talked like this and he cursed the coffeemaker when it beeped to indicate that the coffee was done. Billie got up, took the pot and put it on the table.

"So your sister liked it as well?" He really hoped he could get her to talk again.

"Yeah, she liked it too." But that seemed to be it, that fucking coffeemaker made her stop again. He decided to give it one more try.

"What happened to Mona?"

"She still lives in Vegas. She called me the other day when she heard I was coming to visit. She's in a band with dad now so she said we'd share some drinks and stories." Billie's smile almost knock him off the chair. She obviously liked Mona. "Real Lady, absolutely adore her."

Billie looked up at Quinn sitting across the table and wondered why he asked these things of her. Why he cared. On the other hand she'd asked about his wife simply since she was curious about him having an ex-wife. Curious about him in general. She wasn't surprised on hearing about him not being able to stay in one spot for longer times, he wouldn't be a Nomad if he wanted to do that.

He kept looking at her and she finally smiled at him, trying to remember what it was she had been talking about. Mona. That was it.

"She's in her mid sixties, looks like she's around fifty, big and really, really beautiful." To her and Ella, Mona was the most beautiful woman alive when they were kids. "She's got that star quality about her, like the old fashioned jazz singers from the twenties and thirties. The kind of woman who can't enter a room without everyone in there turning around to look at them."

"Sounds fascinating," Quinn said and poured her some more coffee. "What was your mother like?"

"She was... my mother. She could drive me insane, but she was pretty quiet. Amazing bass player though." She'd fallen asleep to the sound of that bass more times than she could count. "A good mom, really good mom and she loved my dad. Never seen a couple so in love."

"What did she look like?"

Billie shrugged. "Kind of like me and my sister. We got most of our looks from her. Got the red hair and freckles from dad though. Ella's just fourteen months older than me. People quite often thought we were twins."

"So I'm not the only one who thinks you resemble each other?"

"No" After looking at her watch she turned to Quinn. "Wanna buy me lunch?"

"Want a ride?" he asked with a big smile. He was probably really proud of himself.

"I'd like that," she admitted. "Just need to change clothes."

Fifteen minutes later she was behind him on the bike. She had to admit it; she liked it.