Corey managed to piece the events leading to the Aryan conflict, together by talking to Tara, Lauren and a few of the guys she had helped patch up. She had eventually managed to get round to patching up Juice, who had eagerly filled her in on the entire situation and then talked animatedly while she fixed up a nasty cut on the side of his face. Juice seemed like a genuinely nice guy, very funny and she couldn't help but giggle whenever his nerd side burst through. He laughed when they remembered their brief encounter the night that she had nearly killed Della and they spent the time that Tara was giving him stitches talking about The Walking Dead. When Juice walked away she caught Kozik's look, his eyebrows raised, smirking as he gave her a

"I told you so." look.

"Bite me dumb ass!" she mouthed back and she saw him chuckle before leaning over and muttering something to Happy. The Tacoma Killer gave him an odd look before shrugging and the then the two men disappeared from view. Corey vaguely wandered where they had gone as she threw away the bloody cloth she had been using on Juice.

She was made well aware of where the two friends had gone a few moments later, when a hand tapped tentatively on her shoulder.

"Err Corey?" a voice asked as she turned around to see a lanky, lean, young blonde guy standing awkwardly in front of her.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Kozik, said I should see you about this?" he almost questioned, pointing to a mass of small cuts and bruises over his left eye. He turned to indicate where Kozik was standing, leaning against the bar, and openly grinning at Corey. When he saw her and the blonde both looking at him he raised his glass in mock toast before cracking up and laughing as he downed the drink. When the guy turned around she saw the prospect patch on the back of his kutte and she understood why Kozik was smirking.

"Oh he did, did he?" she said grimly, but with a dark admiration for Kozik's guts. He had said that he was sure the Prospect thought she was hot and apparently was going to try and prove it by torturing the poor guy by sending him over into what for the Prospect must have been an awkward situation.

"Well you better get yourself sat down then." she said brightly, shooting Kozik an 'eat shit' smile. The Prospect sat in a chair as Corey stood over him, tilted his head back and began cleaning his face.

"So Prospect. You got a name?" she asked, as he winced at the stinging feeling.

"Half sack."

"Your Momma give you that name?" she laughed lightly and Sack chuckled.

"Nah. Name's Kipp." he said before his hand jerked up to touch a particularly sore spot, but she slapped his hand away

"Quit ya whining." she said, grimacing slightly at how much she sounded like Happy in that sentence. As she moved to a better position, she caught sight of something glinting against his neck.

"You military?" she asked in a surprisingly soft voice, running a finger along the length of the chain resting against Sack's neck, making him jump slightly and look at her.

"Erm yeah. Ex-military. Hey. You alright?" he asked as her jaw clenched then relaxed, as she blinked and drew her eyes away from the dog-tags the young man was wearing.

"Yeah. Fine. Stupid shit." she muttered and Sack gave her a small half smile

"If it helps, I'm the king of sayin' stupid shit, so I wont laugh." then in a voice of sudden understanding he said "who'd you lose?"

"Danno. Brother. Coming up on six years ago. Got blown apart." she said in an almost robotic voice, though her eyes were alight with some kind of raw emotion.

"Shit. 'M sorry." said Sack sincerely and she smiled back sadly.

"It's all good. You kinda remind me of him actually."

"You met me about five minutes ago!" Sack laughed and was glad to see that she gave a small chuckle as well.

"yeah. But Danno used to be the king of saying stupid shit too. And something tells me you're just as much of a goof as he was." she smiled, before saying softly

"I miss that. It's nice to see it again. But it's all good. I mean, I've got Kozik and Lauren."

"And the club." said Sack brightly and she nodded slowly, a little uncomfortably.

"yeah. And the club now I guess."

Corey finished patching up Sack but didn't leave, as they were now deep in discussion about people, places and shared losses due to their military link. Despite her initial misgivings, she found herself taking more and more of a liking to the Prospect. And although she tried so hard as she could not to, she couldn't help but see so many of the things she had loved about Danno in Kipp.

"You. Prospect. Roll out. Headin' to the station." Happy's gruff order broke through their conversation and Sack practically leaped from his chair. He seemed like he considered going for a hug for a moment, but instead he ended up giving and awkward half wave saying

"Er I-I'll see ya then I guess?" before hurrying after the guys. Corey saw Kozik heading towards the door and she got up, and made to follow him.

"Pretty sure that's twice you've gotten in my way now asshole." she growled when Happy blocked her path.

"You ain't comin'. Koz said he wants you here." he said simply, no trace of a smirk on his face.

"Are you kidding me?! You two shitheads, drag me down here and then wont let me know what the hell is going on? Fuckin' dumbasses yo-" but Happy's hand circled round the top of her arm and pulled her into the corridor, which led to the back entrance and the bar toilets.

"You" he said quietly, manoeuvring them so that her back met the cold wooden wall and his hulking figure towered over her, his black eyes seemingly darker than ever. "You better quit ya whinin'. Right. Now. Stop givin' Koz shit for tryna protect you. You hear me?" he said darkly.

For a split second, Corey opened her mouth, a sarcastic, scathing comment on the tip of her tongue. Before she closed it again. She sank back against the wall and looked away from him.

"Yeah. I hear you."

Apparently Tara Knowles was far better at coping with stress and boredom than Corey was. The younger woman had spent a good half an hour pacing before Tara finally took pity on her.

"Hey. Corey right?"

"Right." she snapped back, the harshness coming from anger at her incident with Happy and the fact that she still felt so out of the loop.

"'M sorry." she said and Tara gave her an understanding smile.

"It's alright. Look, I said I'd help get some of the paperwork for the garage sorted out but I've gotta sort out the baby. Feel like helping out?" she said with a hinting smile on her face and Corey jumped at the offer.

"Good God yes." she breathed with a slightly strained smile.

"Good. There's a stack of papers on the desk, rubber band round them. Need you to sort them out into dates. Thank you can handle it?" she said with a full smile now and Corey laughed a little

"I'm sure I can cope."

"Great. Office is just through there. Thanks a lot Corey. Gotta go take care of this little monster!" Tara smiled, picking up a crying Able from his carrier and walking away.

Corey was sat at the desk fiddling with the papers.

Tara had failed to mention just how big the pile was that needed sorting, but in all honesty she didn't mind. The work was not difficult, just long and at least it kept her busy, giving her something to do other than plot to spray paint both Kozik's and Happy's bikes. As she worked she tried to go over the new names and faces she needed to remember.

Juice was easy, he had head tats for gods sake.

She already knew Tig and Chibs though she was yet to actually see either of them properly.

She had heard the names Jax, Clay, Bobby and Opie mentioned quite a lot but didn't know who the names belonged to.

Lauren had pointed out Piney Winston, an old grouchy looking man, who seemed to have a bottle of tequila glued to his hand.

And, although she still wasn't quite sure how he did it, the Prospect Kipp, now held a small soft spot in her heart. She knew it was most likely due to his military connection but she couldn't deny he was sweet as well.

'Too sweet for a Biker Boy' she thought almost sadly, before shaking her head and chuckling to herself.

'Look at you' she thought 'you're gettin' soft girl. Best cut that shit out pretty soon.'

"I need a drink." she said to herself out loud as she sighed stretched and tried to ignore how much her internal monologue voice seemed to be sounding like a frightening combination of Kozik and Happy.

The sound of an angry sounding voice behind her made her jump and spin to face the door.

"And just what in the hell do you think you're doing in here?"

Ta da.

I think everyone's favourite motorcycle matriarch may be about to meet our girl Corey.

Sorry its late and sorry if it's a bit filler.

Keep letting me know everything you think about my story, stuff you want to see happen and how you want or predict Gemma and Corey's first interaction will go.

More soon.

Geronimo xx