Never fear an update is here! I know it's been forever, so sorry about that. Hope you've been enjoying my time waster piece. Special thanks to Dutch76 for helping me through my writers block and giving me some insight on this update!

After hearing from Tae, Johnathan quickly texted Andy to let him know that Amy was safe then headed out to meet the crew for lunch. Arriving at the diner, Johnathan was the first to arrive. Scotty soon showed up just as Andy slid into the booth beside Eddie.

"Where's Mikey?" he asked Scotty, surprised at the absence of the veteran crew member.

Scotty guffawed, "Mike made a "friend" last night when we hit the bars. I think he's finally over Laci."

"Yeah," seconded Eddie chuckling, "I don't think he's going to make this crew meeting."

John and Andy shared a silent conversation. Laci divorcing Mike had been tough on the deckhand. The change in Mike's demeanor had been noticeable not only in his personality but in his work. The Hillstrands were pretty much decided that Mike, not Scotty would be the one to take the reins when the brothers retired but the recent change had made them doubt that decision. Maybe a rebound was just what the doctor ordered.

~DC~

Amy stayed in the shower until the hot water and her tears ran out. Wrapping herself in a towel she sat down on the toilet seat and began to comb through her wet hair. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, most of them centered on Mike, their argument and how he was going to react to the news she had slept with Happy. Dropping the towel to the floor she quickly blew out her hair and started to put on a bit of makeup to hide the dark puffy circles under her eyes. Once glance in the mirror confirmed that she bore the evidence of the night with Happy vividly on her pale skin. Her fingers traced over a bite mark on her collarbone then brushed across its match on her breast. Swallowing the tears that threatened to spill again she quickly dressed and dug out her phone. Quickly dialing, she waited for the call to be picked up. Just as she had decided he wasn't going to answer, he picked up on the last ring.

"Yeah?" huffed Mike breathlessly. He hadn't bothered to look at the caller id, assuming it to be the guys busting his chops about not making lunch. Just then Kiki or Karen or what ever her name was sauntered back into the bedroom giggling like a loon. He idly wondered if she was still wasted.

Amy heard the feminine laughter and stiffened, ready to tear into him. Then catching her reflection in the dresser mirror she stopped. "Hi," she said quietly.

"Amy! You're all right," Mike replied, relief washing through him. "Where are you?"

"Tae's. When you're not, umm busy. Could we talk?" They needed to have a serious discussion, not another argument.

Mike's eyes cut over, wondering how fast he could get rid of his one-night stand. "Where do you want to meet?" He knew she wouldn't come to the apartment.

"Can you come get me? My car's out of commission."

"Are you okay? You should have called!" Visions of a wrecked car and a broken bleeding Amy flooded his mind.

Amy could hear the worry in his voice, "I didn't wreck. I threw an engine rod."

Mike said a silent thank you to the cosmos, "You still should have called."

Amy rolled her eyes, "No reception. Can you pick me up?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let me take care of a few things then I'll be right over." Mike hung up then looked at his overnight guest. "Can I drop you somewhere?" he asked the woman lamely.

Chloe put on her best "come hither" smile and dropped the towel she was wearing, "How about lunch…on me?"

"Ummm, as tempting as that offer is, I've got a lot to do today." Mike groaned inwardly. He definitely had a pair of beer goggles on last night. In the daylight she looked fine, but her personality and voice was enough to make him beat his head against the wall. Forty-five minutes later he finally shooed her out the door and left himself.

Amy was watching for Mike and met him on the curb as soon as he pulled up. Tae walked through from her kitchen to ask if Amy wanted something to eat and found an empty room. Through the curtain she saw Amy climb into Mike's car. As they drove off Tae's phone rang. "Hey dad! What's up?"

"Just want to make sure you guys are going to meet us for dinner. Make sure Amy comes too," answered Johnathan. The brothers wanted to have a talk with their AWOL niece. Adult she may be, but disappearing without a word was unacceptable.

"I would, but she just left with Mike. Didn't say were they were going. Sorry."

Johnathan frowned at the phone, "Alright, but if you hear from her, let her know." He turned to the guys, "I thought you said Mike hooked up with some chick last night?"

"He did," answered Scotty shoveling in another bite of food.

"And it wasn't Amy?"

Scotty choked on his fried potatoes and he snorted, "Funny dad. No it was some blonde chic. Nice legs…"

Eddie laughed, "Yeah but she talked like Fran Drescher."

~DC~

Mike and Amy rode in silence until they reached a secluded park overlooking the sound. Mike settled himself under a tree and stretched a hand up to help Amy down. She accepted the help but still grimaced as she bent. When her bottom connected with the ground she hissed and bit her lip to keep back a full-blown yelp.

"Thought you said you didn't wreck?" asked Mike concerned.

"I didn't," replied Amy shortly. Mike nodded silently and neither spoke for a few moments.

Finally Mike broke the silence, "What happened to us?"

Amy shrugged her shoulders, "Was there ever an us?" Mike began to protest but she stopped him, "No, hear me out. We got wasted. We fucked. We thought I was knocked up. We fucked for the rest of the trip and then we went our separate ways."

Mike was dumbstruck, "Do you really feel that way?"

"Do I feel that way? Or do I want to feel that way?" she shot back.

"There's a difference?" Mike was getting agitated. It seemed that the ol' Hillstrand love 'em and leave 'em was in play again, Andy was the only one that didn't seem to have it and he thought it had skipped Amy as well.

Amy had been keeping her emotions concerning the men in her life staunched for too many years. First Edgar, then Mike. She realized that she and Mike were at a crossroads. She only hoped that they could somehow salvage their long friendship if their budding relationship fizzled out. "I meant what I said. I can't compete with the boat. It's not even the fishing; it's the actual boat. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to play second fiddle to a cold hunk of steel?"

"I thought you agreed with me? You said…" Mike gritted out, annoyed that what he thought was a group decision was being thrown back at him.

Amy dropped her head in shame, "I did agree, and I completely understand your point of view. Which only makes me feel worse. Maybe that makes me selfish, but it's how I feel. For Christ's sake, we've never even been out on a date Mike!"

"Yes we have," contested Mike. And then he replayed the events in his mind, "No we haven't," he admitted. She was right; he had treated her like nothing more than a fuck buddy. The silence returned. Very few people knew the truth of how badly Edgar leaving her had hurt Amy; Mike was one of those people. "I'm sorry Amy. I never meant to hurt you," he said softly. He reached out and took her hand.

"I know," she replied, barely audible.

Mike caressed her wrist with his thumb. Idly he turned her wrist over. It was then he saw the finger shaped bruises. He took her other hand and flipped it over. He glanced up and caught sight of the bite mark on her collarbone. Anger washed through him at the evidence that another man had touched Amy but he forced himself to lock down the emotion before he spoke, "Will you tell me what happened after you left my apartment yesterday morning?"

Part of Amy never wanted Mike to find out what had taken place between she and Happy; she knew it would devastate him. The other knew that if she and Mike were to have a chance at a future then she would have to. She started her story slowly. Mike visibly stiffened when she mentioned 'bikers'. Her recent association with the Sons had not changed his distrust of the outlaws. Visions of Amy being gang raped and beaten blazed through his imagination. Amy could sense the change in him as his breathing picked up and blood rushed to his face. She met his eyes so that he would believe her, "Nothing happened with them." Mike visibly relaxed and she continued. "The lead guy, Kozik, was getting pushy again when another motorcycle could be heard coming closer. I finally saw the Reapers they were wearing then and thought I had a chance even if I had to play the mother charter card." Amy paused noticeably before continuing and Mike held his breath thinking he knew what happened next, "The rider stopped by the group, it was Happy."

Mike let out the breath he had been holding, "Thank god for small favors." The outlaw had just gained a point or two in Mike's book. "So why didn't you have him drive you back to Seattle?"

Amy rolled her eyes; sometimes Mike didn't have a clue. "For starters, genius, a woman, doesn't tell an outlaw biker what to do. And secondly, but most importantly I was fucking pissed off at you and hurt. All I wanted to do was get shit faced drunk and man-hate. So Happy dropped me off at a motel in Tacoma."

Mike looked at her confused, "Then how did you get the…" he gestured at his neck. Realization dawned bitter and sharp in his gut. "And he stayed" he sad flatly. Amy nodded her head.

The anger Mike had been containing broke free and he all but vibrated with it. "So we fought and you went out, cheated on me and fucked the biker!" he yelled.

The echo of the feminine giggle over the phone flashed through Amy's conscious. "And I suppose that was a "Tickle Me Elmo" doll I heard over the phone?" she shot back hotly.

"I was drunk!" defended Mike.

"And so was I!" Amy screamed back.

"And I told you I couldn't compete with him!" yelled Mike.

"There was never a competition!" Amy yelled exasperated. "I admit it. I have lusted after Happy since the two of us met. But that's all it ever was, lust. Not love."

Neither said anything for a while. "So where do we stand?" asked Mike.

Amy looked up at Mike and shrugged, "Where do you want us to stand?"

The vision of Amy and two mop topped children meeting him at the dock as he looked down from the wheelhouse of the Time Bandit flashed through his mind. "I want you. I want us. I've been happier these last few weeks than I have in years."

Amy closed her eyes and paused before answering. In truth, being with Mike made her feel like she was with Edgar again. The easy comradery, the similar interest, the jump to romance had been nearly effortless. Remembering back though, she could recall the early awkwardness between the two of them when it came to interacting with their friends. Doubt washed through her. She wanted things with Mike to work out so badly. But was it just the desire to be with someone again who completely understood herself and her family that she so desperately yearned for? Tears began to trickle down her face. "You made me feel like you were ashamed of me, like I wasn't good enough to take a risk on. Mike, I want to be loved and adored by her husband just like every other woman."

Mike's heart broke hearing the despair and rejection in her trembling voice. He pulled her into his arms and gently kissed her lips, "Amy, you are worth the risk. It's my stupid pride that's been blocking me. Tahoe made me realize that I've had feelings for you since we were kids. I love you and I pray to God that you'll give me a chance to make it up to you."

Amy smiled at Mike through her tears and traced his smooth jaw with her fingers. "Can you forgive me for last night?"

The thought of Amy and Happy together made Mike's stomach lurch but he kept the emotion out of his face. Cupping her face in his large hands Mike again brought his lips to hers, "Only if you can forgive me too."

~DC~

Gathered around Tae Hillstrand's kitchen table, the rest of the clan discussed their missing family member. Tae stared at her coffee mug, her fingers laced around it. She was worried about her cousin, Amy had always been the strong one between the two and the devastated look on her face haunted Tae as much as the bruises she had seen when she walked past Amy's bedroom that morning. She knew her dad and uncles would be angry, but she really didn't see how she couldn't mention it. The atmosphere in the room changed dramatically as she recounted what she had seen. He easy going dad, uncles, and brother visibly bristled as the bits and pieces of the mystery processed chaotically in their minds.

"And then she left without saying a word with Fourtner?" the accusation undeniable in Johnathan's voice. He loved Mike like a son, but if he had hurt Amy the way Tae said she had been then he was a dead man.

Andy was a little more restrained with his judgment, "Fourtner said that the last he had seen her was yesterday morning when she left to take a drive. How'd she get to your house?"

Tae shook her head, "I don't know. I was still asleep when her pounding on the door woke me up. I could swear I heard a motorcycle though, which is odd in this neighborhood."

A thought struck Neal and he voiced it, "SOA has a Tacoma charter." The brothers looked at each other, outlaws or no, there would be hell to pay if the mc had hurt their niece. They needed to find Amy and get some facts straight, otherwise the entire family was about to go bat ass crazy on Fourtner and the Sons of Anarchy.

~DC~

Mike tenderly traced the line of Amy's jaw with his finger. Smiling down on her he began placing soft kisses along the same trail. His hand skimmed under her shirt and he started to raise it up. Amy's hand stopped him and he looked into her eyes questioningly. She chewed on her lower lip; she knew Mike was going to be more than pissed when he saw her bare skin. He'd been holding his anger about Happy in check by his toenails and Amy knew it. She tucked her chin against her chest unconsciously covering the mark under her shirt.

Mike lifted her chin, he had a pretty good idea why she was so nervous and while it did make his blood boil, he would never take it out on her physically or emotionally. "As long as it's not a 'Property of Happy' tat, I don't care." Amy nodded and pulled her top off, dropping it on the floor by the bed. Mike slowly tugged her jeans off and left them with the top. Running his hands along her sides he had to check himself. Amy froze as she felt Mike stiffen beside her.

"Were you with Happy or a pit bull last night?" he gritted out. Her perfect creamy skin was marred by a myriad of finger size bruises and bite marks.

Amy arched an eyebrow, she could see the fading scratch marks on his back in the mirror, "Were you with a cat?"

Mike was more than a bit concerned, "Honey, I 'm serious. Was last night consensual? Because what I'm seeing is screaming ra…"

Amy dropped her eyes and shook her head as she interrupted, "No he didn't force me."

Flashback

Happy knelt between Amy's legs; grabbing her ankles he yanked her to the edge of the bed. Crawling over her prone body he captured a nipple in his mouth. Happy rolled it between his teeth eliciting an electric groan from Amy. She rolled her hips upwards unconsciously. Happy chuckled, thrusting two fingers into her dripping core just as he bit down on the pebbled nub. Amy shrieked and bucked up off the bed. Before she had relaxed, Happy parted her thighs and drove himself home. The force and momentary pleasure/pain left Amy gasping for breath. Bracing himself above her, Hap continued to batter her molten center. In moments the sheer intensity of the act had Amy climaxing. Expecting him to give her a moment to recover Amy yelped in surprise when he flipped her over onto her knees and in the moment where he was realigning himself Amy was able to catch her breath. She didn't mind being taken control of, in fact the thought made her pulse quicken just thinking about it, but she wanted to fuck not just be a hole to dump in. She felt Hap line himself up and tense before he thrust. Beating him to the punch she shoved herself back on his steely member.

"Oh, so it's gonna be like that, huh?" Happy hissed in her ear, reveling in the exquisite feel of her pussy. Gripping her waist hard enough to leave bruises he bit down on her shoulder just as he plunged in to the root. Using his grip as leverage he began riding the doctor, his heavy sac slapping against her with every thrust. Amy braced herself and threw her head back, keening as pleasure crashed through her. Yeah, it hurt, but god it was so good.

Happy growled low, "Like that? Yeah, fuck that dick baby." He pushed her shoulders down roughly causing her to fall face forward into the bedspread. His hips began snapping out a staccato rhythm. Hearing her cries of pleasure he couldn't resist smacking her ass.

"Fuck yeah," she whispered, the sharp sting like a bold of electricity straight to her nerve center. "Again," she begged. Happy smiled, who knew the doc had a kinky side? He began alternating cheeks and intensity. Amy thrashed beneath him, actually getting the fucking she had always dreamed of. He could tell she was into it, her juices creating a loud sucking sound each time he pulled back and pushed in. Coating his fingers with it he slowly circled the puckered rose he'd been eying since he'd pulled her into this doggy style position. He was about to see just how kinky she could get…

Amy flinched visibly as she recalled Happy pushing into that last virgin territory. God it had hurt, but she had definitely enjoyed it in the end.

Mike had watched as she had zoned out, her breathing had quickened and he could see the pulse in her neck race as well. When she flinched he gave her shoulder a squeeze to bring her back. Amy stifled a scream as she felt the grip on her shoulder, lost for second thinking she back in the night before. Mike took in the wild look of her eyes, mistaking them for fear. "Amy?" He brushed his fingers across her temple, "Shhh," he whispered soothingly, "I'll never hurt you. I promise. I'd never do anything you didn't like"

Amy laid her hand on his cheek; his concern was touching, annoying but touching. "Who said I didn't like it?"

Mike lay there aghast, "You liked being beaten?" He would do just about anything for Amy, but that…that…

"Beaten?" she asked confused. "We had rough, primal, caveman sex. He didn't beat me. Well, other than the spanking…"

A vision of Amy writhing beneath him begging to be fucked harder flashed through his mind and his cock jumped at the thought. Mike pulled Amy tight against his body, his broad shoulders cradling her head. Burying his face in her tresses he whispered, "Can't do it all the time Aim…"

Amy smiled, her eyelashes tickling the skin on his collarbone, "I'm a woman hon. We want it all, soft and tender, rough and crazy. We want it all and a Big Mac."

Mike chuckled throatily and ground his growing erection against her, "Got a Big Mac right here babe…"

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