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Fresh Meat

"It looks good to me, you sure it's making a noise?" Kip asked as Milla raised an eyebrow. She wasn't a moron; she knew how her baby was supposed to sound.

"Yes I'm sure. If you can't handle this I'll wait for Juice or my dad to come back to look at it." Milla liked the guy, she really did but sometimes he was so green that she had no idea why he was hanging around.

"I'll give it another look." He said quickly and Milla simply nodded and went to the picnic table where Bobby was sitting with a plate of cookies. She grabbed one as she sat down and watched as the hang around looked at her car.

"You know that Dog can look at that. Why'd you leave it to One Nut?" Bobby asked and Milla laughed as she remembered the first time she'd met Kip. It was at an after Church party and he had started hanging around. He'd spent a healthy amount of time hitting on her and had told her the tale of how he got one nut. She had almost felt bad when Juice had stalked over and hit him upside the head and educated him about what the tat on Milla's wrist meant. After that Kip was nothing but respectful and had kept a healthy distance.

"I thought I'd put him through his paces. If he hangs around here and even dreams of Prospecting he has to know how to listen and also polish up his mechanical skills." She finished off her cookie and picked up another one, at this rate Bobby was going to get her fat and Juice would just have to deal with it.

"You think he's gonna wanna Prospect?" Bobby asked as he handed her a glass of milk he'd brought her from the kitchen.

"Yeah, all of those boys have the same look in their eye, that need for something even they can't understand and those boys find it here. I mean, Juice was looking for a family and he found it, Jax and Ope were continuing their legacy. Even now I see that need in the Patches' eyes. Kip has that look and it seems to be his driving force." She looked from where the nutless wonder was looking at her dashboard with a small flashlight to her uncle and blushed. "I'm sorry Uncle Bobby; I didn't mean to overstep my bounds."

"You didn't darlin' I asked because I wanted an honest answer and you have enough of your Ma in you to give it to me. Between you and me sweetheart." He leaned closer to whisper conspiratorially with her. "I trust your opinion and I know you'll be nicer about it than your Ma."

Milla giggled and Bobby turned the plate to give her access to the oatmeal raisin cookies he knew she loved. He'd been around the girl since she was a baby. He was one of the first brothers to hold her and he wasn't ashamed to say she'd won his heart that day. He loved her just as much as he loved his own kids and still did whatever he could for her. Right now that meant keeping her company until her man and the rest came back from the run. He'd been at Lake Tahoe but double booking had meant that he had to cancel his last show and by the time he got back they'd left and it was too late to follow. He'd been bummed to lose the chance at road pussy but if he needed company he had the croweaters and if he wanted companionship he had Milla. Right now sitting with Milla, eating cookies and critiquing the hang around seemed to be just what the doctor ordered to lift him from his funk. He took a sip of his coffee but almost spit it out when he saw the hang around bounding up holding what looked like a squirming bit of fur.

"Hey Milla, I found the noise." Kip said as he lifted the Mama rat he'd found nesting in her dashboard. Producing the squirming rat didn't provide the results he expected as Milla shrieked and jumped from the picnic table. She caught her ankle on the edge of the table and toppled over, falling with a thump. Kip moved to help her when Bobby got between them.

"Stop! Take that thing and get rid of it and flush any other vermin you find." He turned to Milla and helped her up but glared at Kip when he turned and saw him still there. "Go!"

That time Kip got the message and he brought the rat to the half empty garbage can he found. He put the lid on and went back to the Jeep but when he found the nest again the rest of the rats were gone. Shit, if he didn't make Milla's Jeep drivable again Bobby and Juice were gonna kill him.

…

Later that night Milla sat on her couch at home with a huge mug of hot cocoa and a MASH marathon as she iced her ankle. Bobby said it looked like a bad bruise but he didn't think it was sprained. That was good news but it still hurt like a bitch. Once Chibs came back he was going to have a look at it.

As Milla finished off her mug she heard the noise of a bike riding up and felt a grin split her face, she knew that bike; she knew it as well as she knew its rider. She got up to limp to the door but was stopped in her tracks when Juice came in, angry and brooding.

"How's your ankle?" He asked as he walked up to her and helped her back to the couch and sat her down. He gently took her ankle in his hands and looked at it, still fuming.

"I'm fine; you weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow." Milla ran her hand over his 'hawk and it had the desired effect, he calmed down.

"I heard you were hurt and Clay didn't need me so he sent me here. Jesus baby, what did that nutless prick do to you?" He brought her ankle to his lips and kissed it reverently while she smiled, happy he was there.

"Don't blame him for this, he just surprised me and I had a bitch moment. Really I'm fine and Kip did a good job." He moved from his position at her feet and sat beside her taking her hand in his.

"You like the kid?" Juice asked as he kissed her hand and she nodded.

"Yeah, he's a bit of a dumbass but he has a big heart and does his best. Kind of like someone else I know." She grinned and he answered with his own before he kissed her again and tried to think of positions that would work best with her injured ankle because there was no way he was going without tonight. He just didn't want to hurt her in the process.

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The next morning Juice stood outside the doors of the Clubhouse, nursing a cup of Bobby's coffee and watching the hang around empty traps he'd set up in the Jeep the night before. The kid may have screwed up but he knew what he was doing with vermin extraction. As he stood there, Chibs came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder while Juice nodded.

"Her ankle's fine, not even a sprain. She seems insistent that Half-Sack over there's a good boy. He approached me about Prospectin'. What do ya' think?" After Milla got hurt on the kid's watch Chibs was sure Juice would be against the boy.

"He's doin' his best and the last thing he wanted was for Milla to get hurt. I think he'd do a good job. I mean, you guys patched me, ya got nowhere to go but up." He laughed at his self-deprecating joke and Chibs just shook his head. With Juice's endorsement it was unanimous; they'd have another veteran in their ranks if the boy proved himself. With a pat to Juice's shoulder he walked back into the clubhouse. Bobby had made muffins and he wanted some before Tig woke up and ate them all.

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After Church the following Friday SAMCRO had a new prospect and he was beside himself. He was sure that after Milla had gotten hurt that he'd be ridden out of town on a rail but they surprised him by patching him in as a Prospect instead. He had an awesome sponsor in Chibs and he knew that Juice wasn't going to be a heartless prick. As he moved around the room cleaning up he saw Milla in the corner and went up to her, but as he went to give her a hug she backed away.

"Nuh-uh Prospect. I'm an Officer's Old Lady that means no touching unless I initiate it and even then nothing big. That's one of many rules you have to learn." She gave him a stern look before she grinned. "Even so, I'm happy for you and can't wait to see you with that top rocker."

She reached over and patted his hand while he grinned at her and she leaned in to whisper.

"Just remember the number one rule." He nodded and leaned closer while she lowered her voice. "Don't fuck up."

With those parting words of wisdom she got up and limped to where Juice was standing with Bobby. He watched as she whispered in the Latinos ear and a grin split his face before he went with her to the dorms. Kip smiled and continued cleaning, he hoped he'd have an Old Lady someday and maybe they'd have a relationship like that. He wondered if they knew how lucky they were. With a mental shake he practically ran to the recycling and got rid of the bottles before he began the circuit again, this was his first party and he had a lot of shit to clean up.