AN: This chapter will probably shock the shit out of you. Or at least part of it will. Just a fair warning. :) Review! I love your opinions and ideas! If Harlie had a fall back guy, who should it be? Thoughts please!

Fiona Larkin stepped off the elevator in St. Thomas, stepping into Chibs's hospital room. The first thing that caught her eyes was the young piece of ass sitting next to his bed. The girl was holding his hand and crying. All she kept saying was that she was sorry. That's all Fiona could make out of it. She was so young, maybe about sixteen or seventeen. "I'm hopin' you aren't one o' them Old Lady's, darlin'." She took a step toward the girl, giving her an intimidating look.

"What?" The girl looked up at Fiona. "No, no. H-He's my uncle. You.. He's talked about you. You're Fiona.."

"And if I am, girlie?" Fiona crossed her arms, staring her down.

"I'm Harlie." She stood up, still holding onto his hand.

"The Morrow girl?" Fiona raised an eyebrow.

Harlie blinked, wondering how she knew. "Uh, yeah."

"You look like your ma, darlin'." Fiona took a seat on the other side of the room. "You two look cozy.." She stated, still not believing they were like family.

"Fiona, what are you doing here?" Krys stepped into the hospital room.

"Look who's all grown up now." Fiona stood to meet Krys.

"What are you doing here?" Krys glared up at Fiona. She stood a head taller than Krys.

"I just needed to see him, Christine." Harlie was surprised Krys didn't rip her eyes out.

"We're in the middle of a shit storm here. We don't need you turning him inside out." She snarled.

"Umm.." Tara stepped into the room, catching a glimpse of Fiona. "This room is for family only.."

"She is family." Krys said a moment later, venom seeping into her words.

"I'm his wife."

"Mom, lets go.." Harlie tugged on her mom's sleeve. "We need to get home."

"You remember what I said." She took Harlie's arm. "Let's go.." When the were out of them room, she stopped Harlie. "I want you to stay away from her."

Harlie nodded in understand, jumping when she heard the door close.

"I had no idea Chibs was married.." Tara mumbled to Krys.

"It's been a long time since they were together. Try your best to stay away from her too. She's one scary Irish bitch." Krys advised.

"Jax said you were guys having a dinner tonight. What time?" Tara asked, walking with them down the hall.

"Eight. Bring a salad?" Krys stepped onto the elevator, keeping her eyes on Fiona who had followed them from the room.

"You care if I stay to see Juice?" Harlie asked when they stepped off the elevator.

"What about Happy?" Krys crossed her arms.

"W-What?" Harlie gaped at her mother.

Krys knew her whole life this was going to happen. She'd been preparing for years. "There anything going on there?" She ran

"No, mom." Harlie lied smoothly, hoping her mom would just leave it alone.

"Be careful. I'm not the only one who's picking it up. And, cover up the bite mark." Krys walked to the exit door. "Be home by six!" She couldn't tell Harlie she wasn't allowed to be with Happy or any of the other guys. It would make her feel like a hypocrite. All she wanted was for Harlie to be happy. Happy with Happy, that wasn't an easy combination to acquire.

Harlie stood there dumbfounded. She couldn't believe it. Just as she was making her way back to the elevator, Fiona was getting off. "You be good, darlin'." She gave Harlie a nod before walking out.


"I heard about what happened." Juice touched Harlie's hand. "I'm sorry that happened to you.."

"Yeah, me too." Harlie frowned, pulling her hand away.

"Maybe if it hadn't happened, things would be different." Juice ran a hand down her arm.

"Yeah, maybe.." Harlie shrugged. In her heart, Harlie knew things still would have changed. It just would've happened slower and involved Juice getting the shit beat out him.

Juice scowled when he noticed the dark purple bite mark on her collar bone. "Did you fuck him?"

"Excuse me?" Harlie was taken aback by his question.

"Simple question." Juice ran his finger across it.

"Stop! What's up with you?" She slapped his hand away. "That's none of your business."

"I don't want you hurt." He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever.. I gotta go." Harlie snagged her keys from her purse and stormed out of the room.

"Goddamnit.." Juice grumbled, knowing he'd fucked up.


"Are you still talking to that douchebag?" Tig yelled across the clubhouse to Harlie was on the phone with Kozik.

"We're in the middle of having phone sex, asshole. You totally just ruined the mood." Harlie pouted.

"Phone sex? Sounds fun. What are you wearing, sexy?" Kozik laughed into her ear.

"You wish you knew." Harlie shook her head. "I gotta go. Gotta head home."

"Alright, gorgeous. Hey, take care of yourself, alright? And like you said you're a survivor. Love ya, Princess." Harlie could bikes start up in the background.

"You too, Koz." Harlie smiled to herself, hanging up.

"I didn't take you for the phone sex type." Happy said from behind, a smirk plastered across his face.

"Hey, I'm pretty good at it. Maybe we should try it some time." Harlie mocked. It had been says since he'd said anything to her. She was going through Happy withdrawal. After the other night, she needed him. She wanted to feel him inside her again. She'd get the occasional nod or wave and maybe a mumbled hey, but it was far from enough. "You comin' to dinner?" She hopped down off the bar stool.

He nodded. "Got some club shit to do first."

"Yeah, I figured.." Harlie mumbled, looking at her feet.

"Guess I'll see ya later, kid." After everything that happened, he still wanted to call her kid? She felt like hitting him.

"Goddamnit, quit calling me kid." She snapped as he started to walk off.

"What?" He turned to face her.

"I said quit calling me kid."

"That's what you are, Harlie. You're a kid." He shook his head. He couldn't let the other night happen again. It was the kind of thing that could break a club. He grabbed his hoodie out of her hand, walking out. He wanted her more than he cared to admit, but it couldn't happen. He would always protect her, but she deserved better. It's not like she told you to stop, he thought.

That's you are. Se felt the sting of tears at the back of her eyes. She ran down the hall to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. She didn't even notice Tig trying to take a piss.

"Yo, what the hell?" Tig yelled, zipping his pants up. "Ah, shit.." He hated it when women cried. He never knew what to do. "What is it?"

"I'm not a kid.." She mumbled. She looked over at Tig, grabbing him by his shirt. If anyone know she wasn't a kid, it was Tig. She wanted to prove to someone she wasn't a kid.

"Hey, whoa.." He held his hands up. "What are you doing?"

"I'm not a kid.." She said again. "Not anymore.." It was like he had flipped a switch in her head. She ripped his shirt open, buttons flying every direction.

That's when Tig lost it. He couldn't help it when his dick did all thinking. He was worse than a teenage boy sometimes. He loved it when women got like this. He shoved her up against the wall. "What are you doing?" He growled in her ear, placing his knees between her thighs. "Hell no you're not a kid.."

It all happened so fast, in less than five minutes he had his pants down around his ankles with her pressed back against the wall. He looked down into her deep green eyes. He remembered when she was born. When she took her first steps, her first words, everything. Shit. His conscience kicked in at the worst time. "Goddamnit.." He mumbled. "Get dressed.. Get out."

"What?" Harlie stared up at him in disbelief.

"We can't do this, Harlie.." He shook his head. "As much as I would love to fuck the shit outta you right now, we can't.."

Her actions hit her hard in the face. "Oh, shit.. I.. I'll see you tonight.." She left quickly, not looking at him. She was so embarrassed.

He was gonna kick Happy's ass. He was gonna make him fix this shit.


"Harlie!" Krys snapped her fingers in front of her daughter's face, trying to get her attention.

"Huh?" Harlie couldn't get her mind off what happened that afternoon. She felt so humiliated. So stupid.

"Go get the door, I gotta put the roast. It should Tig with a few of the extra groceries." Tig. Perfect. Just the person she wanted see.

Harlie strolled into the living room still in her daze. She opened the front door, surprised to see Happy instead of Tig. "Here.." He shoved the bag toward her.

"Hey, I'm sorry.." Harlie grabbed his arm. "You're right.."

Happy just nodded. "I gotta go."

"Yeah.." She stood there, watching him go. She felt the urge to scream and cry, but held herself together for Krys's sake. The tension between the guys was still growing and she had a bad feeling.


Harlie stepped into the kitchen at the wrong time. She could hear Gemma and Tara yelling back and forth. The sound of Harley's coming up the driveway could be heard along with the sound of a door slamming.

"C'mon.." She walked over to Kenny and Ellie. "Lets go into the living room, alright?"

"Will you sit with us?" Kenny asked, taking her hand.

"Of course I will. Wanna watch cartoons?"

Kenny looked up at her for a minute, tilting his head. "What's a hand job?"

Everyone in the room went quiet, including Jax and Bobby who walked inside.

"C'mon, everybody. Let's sit down." Gemma said, trying to break the ice. She sat the platter down on the table just as Clay and the rest of the guys came busting through the door.

"Where the hell were you?" Clay said to Jax, a scowl on his face.

"What are you talking about?" Jax sighed, rolling his eyes.

"I got two guys in hospital beds and the rest of you decide not to pick up you goddamn phone?" He stepped up in Jax's face.

"We were neck deep in our own pile of shit." Bobby said from across the table.

"Well, we almost got killed trying to take back our guns, man." Tig growled.

"Club business. Not here, asshole." Bobby responded.

Tig growled, shoving Bobby back. The two were instantly pulled apart. Opie hauled Bobby back while Half-Sack and Happy grabbed Tig.

"Hey, they were helping me, Clay." Opie moved forward.

"We had some payback to deliver at Cara-Cara." Jax spat.

"Well hopefully it went a little bit better than the Trammel task." Tig snapped, turning to Opie.

"Oh, blow me." Opie seethed.

"Excuse me!" Someone yelled from the door. The guys turned at the same time to see Hale stepping inside the open door. "Sorry to interrupt. I figured I should tell you this in person. We just found Luann Delaney off County 18. Beaten to death." Everyone in the room drew in a sharp breath. "There's no other details right now. I'm sorry." With that, Hale pivoted on his foot and left.

Harlie couldn't believe it. She had to sit down to comfort the blow. Her aunt was dead.

"Did you cause this?" Clay said, trying to stay calm.

"What are you talking about?" Jax said again.

"Payback? At Cara-Cara?" Clay shook his head.

"This on me, Clay." Opie tried to take the blame.

"And me too." Bobby spoke up quietly.

"What did you idiots do?" Tig rumbled.

"I'm not talking to, asshole." Bobby said.

"Watch your mouth, Bobby! Watch your mouth!" Tig lunged for Bobby, but was once again grabbed by Happy and Half-Sack.

That was it. Krys couldn't take the fighting anymore. She dropped the bowl in her hands and let it shatter on the table. All the guys stopped abruptly, trying to catch their breath. She pulled out one of the chairs, trying to hold herself together.

"Let's get this cleaned up." Harlie looked back at Neeta.

"Good idea, honey." Neeta nodded, starting to pick up plates and bowls.

Harlie stacked them back up in the cabinet the same way her mom did.

Bobby and Opie started to pick up broken glass off the floor.

"You got the rest?" Harlie asked, her eyes glancing toward Happy.

"I got it, baby. You go take a break. You need it." Neeta kissed her cheek.


"Hey, Hap." Tig stepped over to him. "Trouble in paradise?"

"What?" Happy raised an eyebrow.

"What'd you say to Harlie?" Tig leaned against the porch rail.

"Nothin'." Happy shrugged.

"Well, whatever the hell you did.. Fix it. You got all her fucked up, man." Tig shook his head."If you don't, I'll kick your ass.


Happy found Harlie laying down on her bed, half-asleep. "Want me to lay with you?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"If you want.." Harlie shrugged, rolling over to face him.

He kicked her bedroom door closed. He laid down, pulling her back against his chest. She felt so small in his arms. Almost like he could snap her in half. "Just get some sleep.." He whispered.

This girl was damaged and all he would do is make it worse. She was right, she wasn't a kid. She was forced to grow up too fast, but that didn't change the way he felt about her. He didn't want to ruin her. He had seen it before with the other guys. Like Wendy. Wendy started out as an okay girl until she married Jax. That's when she got hooked on crank. He wasn't going to watch that happen to Harlie. But, he couldn't just leave her. She was his drug and he was addicted. She was his favorite disease.