Notes: I do not own or claim any of the original characters nor the show of Sons of Anarchy. The only characters that are my own is Jamie thus far.

I'm kind of starting to get into Season 2, not so sure about what's gonna happen. Deciding what events to do/leave out. This chapter is pretty much right before they go to Stockton and the whole Dion/Juice thing happens. Obviously I patched Happy into Season 2 instead of 3.

Jamie woke up at the sound of someone moving on the bed beside her. When the hell did she got in the bed? In A bed? Opening her eyes she noticed it was daylight outside, the sunlight poking through the curtains. Last she knew it was dark, close to 3 am. A groan brought her senses on cue, eyes slowly focusing on a very grumpy and uncomfortable Happy. His eyes were closed tightly and a rather pained expression on his face as he attempted to get comfortable.

"Hap," Jamie reached out to carefully grab his hand. To her surprise he squeezed her hand gently. "You ok?"

"Pain's really bad. You ok?"

"So far. Not in pain just yet."

Happy let out a loud groan again, fidgeting. "Chibs dosed you with some heavy shut while you were passed out but it didn't work on me."

"Probably because of all of the shit you've done before," she sighed, slowly starting to get up. "I have to fucking pee." Oh. There was the pain he had been talking about. She felt how stiff her back was from being tossed around, her thigh screaming to the point she couldn't put weight on it. If she tried to scrunch her face it hurt like all hell.

"Jesus, Jam. You're beat up…"

Jamie ignored him, determined to get to the damned bathroom.

"Jamie," he was so persistent in getting her attention. "Jamie. Stop!"

"What?"

"You're fucking bleeding!" His voice had a rather strange tone to it, there was worry in that raspy voice.

"How do we get them?" She asked, working her way back to the bed. As she sat down her stitches tore and she nearly collapsed onto Happy. It made her see white for a moment as she let out a loud gasp, Happy gripping her hand.

"Oh. I think those pain meds wore off," she wheezed.

"Chibs!" Happy yelled, still holding onto Jamie. She had wiggled back into her original position so she wouldn't get into too much trouble. "God dammit," he growled.

"CHIBS YOU FUCKIN' SCOTT!" Jamie screamed, finally hearing footsteps. "Fuckin' finally."

Juice was first in the room, Chibs and Opie right behind him.

"Mornin-"

"Don't mornin' me, shithead," Jamie snapped.

"Grumpy," Juice joked but only got a glare from the pair.

"Take it the pain meds wore off."

"No, Chibs. I just screamed your bloody fucking name for shits and giggles. I popped my God-damned stitches."

"It's gonna hurt," Chibs said, starting to work.

Three days passed of Jamie and Happy not moving much. She managed to shower, Happy doing the same but Jamie was restless.

"Fuck it. I'm getting up," she growled.

"It's like 4am."

"I don't care," she drug herself up and started to hobble to the door.

"Hey," Happy said, sitting up now. "As much as I like seeing your ass, I don't want anyone else seeing it."

Jamie looked at herself, hating that she was stuck in a cute pair of boy shorts and a tank top. "At this point, I don't care Happy." She opened the door and started down the hallway. It was near silent in the clubhouse, someone had left their radio on but that was it. The main room was empty so Jamie dug around until she found food. It was more pizza but it was something. Then she managed to find soda, so she was set. Instead of sitting she leaned against the counter.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jamie's head snapped around, instinct taking over but she lost her balance. Arms caught hold of her before she fell and she looked up at Juice.

"I got hungry and I'm sick of being in that damned bed."

"Jamie, you're not supposed to be up." Juice sighed and moved so he could hold her right. She leaned against him for a moment before shoving him.

"What do you care, honestly?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well. You bumbed a sweetbutt knowing what's on my mind with this job and it's not the first fucking time. I'm just sick of this up and down with you. I thought…" Jamie sighed, looking down. "I thought I was more and a convenient fuck. I was so wrong."

"Jamie that's not tru-"

"Really? Cause you hooked up with sweetbutts a few times when you thought I was off with Happy or too drunk to notice. Understand something, Juan Carols Ortiz. When I'm out with Happy, I'm not boning him. Trust me, you'd know if I was. Happy and I are killers, it's his job and at one point it was mine. I don't know why Clay's pushing me to go back but I certainly don't need you to give me more shirt. Either you try something wieht me or we're done. Strings cut. End of story."

He didn't talk, didn't move to hold her again or anything. A few awkward moment passed before Juice shook his head slowly. "I can't…Ican't say either way."

Jamie felt tears sting her eyes and she made sure Juice didn't see. "You're all the fucking same. Even if you settle down, you're banging. Just…" Jamie pushed him back again, going to head back to the room. Juice stopped her, looking down at her.

"Whoa. Wait. Are you crying?"

"Yeah, I am, Juice. Because of you," she yanked her arm free.

"Jamie, I'm sorry!"

"Fuck your apologies. Fuck your stupid ways and your indecisive attitude. Ya know, Juice. You're really not the brightest at all. Stop thinking with your god-damned dick and use your head. Oh and one other thing. Fuck you."

A/N: Thank you for reading everyone! Definitely HUGE thank you to each of you who are leaving reviews, favoriting and putting this on alert! It's my first story so I'm excited to see people like it!