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The three Hillstrand brothers formed a defiant wall against the bikers that stood opposing them in front of TM automotives. Upset with their favorite niece being dragged from her bed at the ass crack of dawn, Amy's uncles were determined to educate her "employers" Hillstrand style if necessary.

"Doc's not here," said a man with startling blue eyes. "You should go." He leveled his stare on the brothers with an air of menace.

Johnathan didn't back down. He crossed his arms over his chest and met the SAA stare for stare. "Her car's here so she'd better be," he stated in low voice.

The father of the little boy they had met earlier walked up and put his hand on Tig's shoulder, "I got this brother." Tig gave him a stern look then nodded and stepped back. Opie turned to the brothers, "Amy's fine. She's not in any danger. You really should go ba…"

Opie was interrupted by tires screeching as Gemma arrived at the SOA clubhouse. She pushed her way into the crowd, the bikers stepping aside to let their matriarch through. "Where's my son!" she demanded. Tig led her through a set of wooden doors, "In here mama, Doc's with him. He's in good hands."

Opie turned back to the brothers, "Things could get hinky around here. You need to leave, Amy will be fine no matter what happens."

Andy, Neal, and John looked at each other and nodded. "If we don't see her soon, we'll be back," Andy warned. The guys went back to Amy's house and started another pot of coffee. They were nearly finished with their second pot when John's cell rang.

"Hey Uncle John, it's me. I'm fine. Y'all get some sleep. I'm gonna be here a while," said Amy wearily.

"What's going on crabcake?" he asked in concern.

Amy didn't answer for a moment. "I'll see you when I get home."

Andy and Neal looked at John expectantly, "What's up?"

"Amy said she's fine and she'll be home later. Wouldn't say anything else."

"Wouldn't or couldn't?" said Andy ominously.

~DC~

Sometime after noon the peacefulness of the neighborhood was broken by the growl of a Harley. John had been napping on the couch but quickly jumped to his feet when he felt the vibrations. He opened the door and saw Amy on the back of Happy's bike. She took a stumbling step off the bike and biker's arm shot out to steady her. John barreled out the door when he saw her stumble, the worst going through his mind. Happy dropped his kickstand and scooped her up in his arms. He glared at the crabber who glared back. "She exhausted," he said simply. Happy carried Amy up to her bedroom and pulled back the covers, laying her on the bed he tucked her in after removing her shoes. Andy eyed the nomad, "How'd you know which one was her bedroom?"

Happy smirked, "Where do you think I worked on her shoulder piece at? The kitchen counter?" He eased around the men, ignoring the icy stares of the protective uncles. They watched as he left. Andy looked at his brothers with his eyes wide, "Why do I not like the fact that he's seen our little girl without her shirt on?"

" 'Cause we all know he'd like to get her pants off too," whispered John.

Amy turned over covering her head with a pillow while muttering, "If I want to bang a biker, I'll bang a biker. Can I please go to sleep?"

Later in the afternoon they heard the shower in Amy's room going and Andy quickly threw together some BLT's. Amy entered the kitchen; her hair still wet, and accepted a plate.

Andy sat down across from her, "What do you know about that guy Happy?" he asked quietly.

Amy grimaced, "I know he's one hell of a tattoo artist. But I also know that he's called Happy because he has a several rows of happy faces tattooed on his abs. And I'm pretty sure they aren't for helping little old ladies cross the street."

Andy gave her THAT look.

Amy squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced, "My sex life is not anyone's business, alright." She didn't want to have this conversation with her mother let alone her uncles. "Look, I know who and what the Sons are. I'm not crazy enough to get mixed up with one of them 'kay?"

Hmmmm...all those Happy fans may get their day after all...