My Note: Thanks for sticking with me, it means a lot. I do not own any SOA. Enjoy, Imagine.

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Ezzy could hear Gemma out in the living room talking on the phone with Clay while she lay in bed nursing a cup of warm tea. Gemma wouldn't bring her coffee. Ezzy didn't know what they were saying, but from the tone it was pretty serious. They had arrived at Tig's place just a half hour ago. Lying on the bed together, the two women remained silent while they swam in their thoughts. Gemma thought of a way to keep Ezzy here and Ezzy thought of a way to take back what she told Gemma about her pregnancy. She didn't want them to judge her. She didn't want it to be that real.

When Gemma came back in the room, she said to Ezzy, "Elliot's daughter was raped at the carnival tonight."

Ezzy sat up, "The girl with the couple you and Clay were talking to earlier?"

Gemma nodded solemnly before saying, "I have to go, but you'll be good, right?"

"Of course, Gemma," Ezzy said. "Tig should be coming by."

"Right, Tiggy." Gemma said before kissing Ezzy on the top of her head and making her exit. She didn't tell Ezzy that Tig knew about the pregnancy. She decided she'd bring it up later, after they dealt with this Elliot problem.

Ezzy savored the feeling of Gemma's arms wrapped around her. It was like having her mother back. Tears sprung to the young girl's eyes again, but she let them flow this time. For once in a long time, she was happy. But she knew that once an inkling of happiness thought to bloom for her, it would quickly be stomped out by her dark thoughts.

She lay back in bed and thought of the girl who was just raped. She saw her at the carnival. She was very pretty, but she couldn't remember her name or even if it came up in their conversation. Ezzy did remember the girl had sported a big smile that got even bigger when Jax approached her and gave her his extra tickets. He told her he was done riding the rides, but he actually took some from Juice when the guys came across a ride that they just couldn't resist.

Ezzy cried for the girl who she knew was hurting. She cried for herself and she cried for all the girls who would get raped or who have ever been. She cried for the baby in her stomach who she hoped would never have to experience something so horrible. And then she thought, 'I have an option to make sure my child will never have to experience it…'

Who wants to bring a child into such a dark world? Anything could happen at anytime, and Ezzy wasn't sure if she could handle anything like it again. Her mind flipped back and forth like a tennis match on the decision to go through with the appointment she made at the clinic. She could go and get it over with, or she could give her child the chance of a lifetime- to have a life. But she was selfish. She didn't want to experience anything so bad again. But women would kill to have the opportunity she had- to bear a child. But is the potential pain worth the potential happiness?

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The morning light shone through the window bathing Ezzy until she woke in the warmth of the sun. She sat up to find Tig slouched in the corner sleeping with his head on his shoulder. She smiled, and stood up- waking him up accidently in the process.

Tig startled awake and blurted, "How hard do you want it?"

This made Ezzy laugh and say, "Keep it in your pants, perv."

Tig shook himself awake. He looked at Ezzy and jumped to her side, "Are you alright? How are you feeling?" But before she could respond, he continued, "I'm sorry about yesterday, I didn't mean to- I mean are you and the- I'm sorry, it was an accident. Are you okay?" He kept having to catch himself before he mentioned anything about the baby. But he wanted to know if they were both alright without letting her know that he knew.

It was too late. Ezzy caught him staring from her to her stomach. "Tig," she eyed him and pushed him way from in front of her face. "Do you know?"

"Know what?" Tig said as he stared at her stomach like there would be a sign saying, 'I'm all good down here!' Tig was a horrible liar.

"That bitch!" Ezzy yelled as she stood up, startling Tig again. "She told you didn't she?! Gemma told you!"

"No, she didn't say a word," Tig began trying to defend his bestfriend's wife. "I knew since the hospital. I was with Gemma when the doc said you were pregnant."

"What doc?" Ezzy wondered. She hoped it wasn't that bitch doctor otherwise she'd kick her ass.

"The old guy with the glasses. The real jumpy one." Tig shrugged.

"Who all knows?" Ezzy said, standing by the dresser facing away from Tig. She felt like she was going to throw up, and she wasn't so sure it was morning sickness.

"Just me and Gemma. She didn't want you to know we knew." Tig explained. "Don't be mad, please."

"I won't be. If you do me a favor." Ezzy barely choked out.

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Clay clued Gemma in on the Elliot situation. Gemma was unsettled that something like this could happen in Charming, but knew she had to do whatever she had to in order to restore Charming's former glory with her man. Her first stop on today's agenda though, was to get Ezzy to the garage and under her careful watch. She called Ezzy's cell, but no answer so she tried Tig's.

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"Oh man…It's Gemma." Tig said, looking at his phone in his hand before tossing it, unanswered, on the dash board. "She's gonna kill us."

"No she won't," Ezzy said from her crouched position on the passenger seat. "I'm going to tell her it was a false alarm." She had made the rash decision after her dream last night. It wasn't so much a dream as it was a memory of her past. She knew she couldn't go through a history repeat. She refused to. So she asked Tig to take her to the clinic for her appointment. When Tig tried to talk her out of it, she told him she was going with or without him, but that she'd prefer he be there. He couldn't say no.

"She's not going to believe that, you know," Tig told her. "The doc said you're preggo, it's pretty concrete."

"Doctors are not always right," Ezzy said hard and clear.

With a side-long look Tig stared at the girl crouched on the seat. She looked like she was receding into herself…like she was trying to hide…like she was trying to disappear. "What happened?" He asked.

"What are you talking about?" Ezzy asked, not really paying attention to reality anymore. They had just left, and they still had a ways to drive.

"What happened when you were 12?" Tig asked, trying to take his mind off what they were going to do. When Ezzy looked at him confused, he continued, "I got Juice to dig up some stuff on your mom since she's been gone. You were taken when you were 12. What happened?"

Ezzy shut her eyes. "I don't remember."

"Bullshit," Tig exclaimed. "I'm helping you with this, the least you can do is answer some questions for me."

Ezzy was growing upset. She wanted to cry, she wanted to throw up. She wanted to jump out the car and fly away. Instead, she choked out, "Her boyfriend hit me. There were a few bruises. The teachers saw and called the police."

"He hit you?" Tig couldn't believe it.

"I was in three different foster homes until mom finally found me and busted me out," Ezzy continued. As soon as she started, it was easier to go on. It kept her mind off the task at hand. "It was the middle of the night. She cut the screen, opened the window and snuck in. She grabbed me and we ran away. She had a new boyfriend. This one didn't hit. He was actually pretty cool. He was a big business man. He traveled a lot. He took us with him to Europe. That's where we were till I turned 17."

"What happened when you turned 17?" Tig asked.

"The business guy and mom had been broken up for years by then. But he told me that if I ever needed anything to call him. Her new foreign boyfriend was a bigger douche then the one before the business guy. So I took off. I was running amuck at 17 in Europe. I got into some trouble and called the guy. He got me back to the states. I ended up in Miami. I made a lot of friends, and not all of them were…law abiding. My mom found me, again. Together we moved to Colorado. We were happy, together there. It was great. And then she wanted to pick up and leave again, but I was ready to stay, and make a home. She maturely responded by taking off and not telling me where she was going. She never even called."

"Why did you want to stay in Colorado?"

"Why else?" Ezzy scoffed. "A man…It wasn't always bad though. He was a really good guy, and we were so happy for a couple years…" her voice trailed off into something dark.

"A couple years?" Tig tried to bring her to the present.

"I couldn't get a hold of mom. I couldn't find her. I was so lost. I started looking for her, but I couldn't find anything." She didn't sound like herself. Tig didn't want to admit it, but it frightened him. "I couldn't find anything until I found you."

"Why were you looking for her?" he asked softly.

"Because I really needed my mom." Ezzy said, her voice like a small child's. This made Tig angry. It made him pissed that Cass wasn't there for her daughter.

Tig wasn't sure what to say, but he wanted to say something. He wanted to make her feel better. "Look, Ezzy…I know you're moms not around- but you know, you still got family."

Ezzy looked at him, her eyes glazed over. "Family?" she asked, not really hearing him.

"Yeah," Tig said firmly. "Family." She didn't take her eyes off him for a long time. It unsettled him because he couldn't tell what was going through her head. Was he getting to her?

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They pulled up to the Clinic. Tig stopped not far from the front door. The parking lot was small, and only a few cars were settled there. Tig turned off the car, and looked over at Ezzy. "You sure about this?"

"I don't have a choice." She said solemnly before opening the door. Tig attempted to follow, but Ezzy stopped him. "No, you stay here. I can do this on my own." In that moment, Tig saw a child. The small frightened child she sounded like on the drive there. She was the one he was seeing at this very moment. He heard a toddler tell him she was a big girl who could do it on her own. He wanted to hold her hand and walk her through anything that scared her. But he knew he couldn't. He wasn't her father, hell he wasn't his own kids' father.

"Okay." He said. He watched Ezzy slink out the truck and walk slowly to the door.

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My Note: I know these last few have been kinda short, but I wanted to get it out there. Thanks for reading, continue to do so, and all will be groovy! Love, Imagine.