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"how long were you in the hospital?" Carol asked from where she was now seated near Daryl.

"a week. I had to have surgery to fix my arm. It took months to heal. Couldn't ride the whole time."

Dale frowned. "how did you get to school?"

"Buck, Gypsy and Noah drove me back and forth every damn day. Buck had me take 3 weeks off school, went and got all my homework and shit. I passed that quarter with a 3.7."

Glenn raised an eye brow. "an A student? What degrees do you have?"

Merle smirked. "a masters in chemistry and a bachelors in political science."

Daryl chuckled. "watch out if he starts playin' with chemicals. Sometimes he forgets your there, and won't tell ya before things explode."

Merle shrugged. "hey I told ya I was makin' thermite, ya should have assumed fire."

Daryl glared at Merle. "ya nearly blinded me!"

Merle shook his head. "ya had the weldin' goggles on, you were fine."

Dale chuckled. "alright, we see chemicals leave them for Merle. Go on with the story!"

Merle jogged to the waiting truck, and jumped in.

"hey dad."

Buck nodded to Merle as he climbed in. "hey Big Man. How'd the chemistry test go?"

Merle smirked. "perfect score."

Buck chuckled as he pulled out. "damn good. Ya thought about takin' chemistry on as your major? You've got a talent for it."

Merle shrugged. "I want to try the chem 205 first. That's the practical applications one. If I like that then probably gonna focus on chemistry. "

Buck nodded. "good on ya. Learn what ya want Merle, its completely up to you."

Merle nodded, then frowned. "I don't think I'm goin' to take another class from Prof. Barns."

Buck frowned. "ya English teacher?"

Merle nodded. "he keeps pushin' me to write about stuff I ain't comfortable writin' about."

Buck looked over at Merle. "like what?"

Merle shrugged. "my childhood, me bein' in jail, how I got hurt. He's been pressin' me each day, almost like he wants me to say a Demon hurt me."

Buck gripped the steering wheel hard. "I'll talk with the school, that fucker has no right ta speak to ya that way."

Merle nodded. "i don't know why he's so set to try and piss me off."

Buck sighed. "a lot of people see the Demons as a violent gang, and you're one of the faces of the Demons now. They see a young kid, and think he's bein' forced in to this."

Merle shook his head. "I want to be a Demon, badly. I'm workin' my ass off to become one. Fuck them, they ain't me."

Buck chuckled. "remember that any time someone gives ya shit for your colors. Wear them proud son, cause you can be damn sure the club is proud of you."

Merle looked down at his cast, signed by nearly every Demon, signatures overlapping. "I still don't think I did that good."

Buck shook his head, reaching across Merle to hold his shoulder. "Merle we are all so fuckin' proud of ya. Ya did it, ya protected Baby Boy and made it until we got there."

Merle looked up at Buck. "ya saved me."

Buck bit his lip. "I almost didn't make it in time. I was so fuckin' scared Merle. If ya hadn't done what ya did, I would have been comin' home to bury both my sons. You did damn good son, remember that."

Merle smirked at Buck. "I think it was my Demon that did good."

Buck chuckled. "I know how ya feel, it's a bit of an outer body experience. Have ya thought of ya Demon name yet?"

Merle nodded. "I was thinkin' Barbas."

Buck looked over at Merle. "What were you thinking for your being?"

Merle shrugged. "roaring lion."

Buck smirked. "all right then, I'll let Dayne know. We can start tomorrow."

Merle looked shocked. "ya serious? I can take my ink?"

Buck nodded. "you more then proved ya self that night Merle. And the vote came down unanimous last night. The Demons want ya to take your ink, they've wanted it for a long time."

Merle smiled wide. "ya gonna do it?"

Buck nodded. "most of the time Dayne does the tats, but I told the club I was doin' yours."

Merle smirked. "this one's goin' to hurt way more then the cobra I think."

Buck chuckled. "oh it'll hurt like hell, but it's damn worth it. Plus I've got a few tricks up my sleeves."

LIVIN' ON A PRAYER

"okay, I have the coolest dad in the world."

Buck chuckled as he handed over the joint. "ever done this before?"

Merle eyed Buck. "I did spend 5 months in juvie before I met ya."

Buck snorted. " I know its technically illegal, but I just got of probation and my son is gettin' a massive tattoo. Besides, nothin' like a little herb to ease the mind."

Merle chuckled. "still, my dad is handin' me a joint, while he gives me a full back tat, while I'm studyin' for finals. Life is really weird some times."

Buck laughed. "true that. Come on, let's get the rocker outline done first."

"your dad gave you weed?" Maggie asked as she chuckled.

Merle smirked. "Buck loves his grass. And I won't lie, I do too. Daryl tried to live off it in high school."

Daryl snickered. "that's because every time I sat down with you two ya handed me somethin' smokin'!"

Merle shrugged, turning back to the group. "Gypsy doesn't like the smell of weed, but Buck, Baby Boy and I kinda smoke together as a father son thing."

Rick chuckled. "stoner bikers, now that's a thought."

"damn ya didn't wait! Assholes."

Buck and Merle chuckled as Striker, Dayne, Noah and Jackson walked in. Jackson went to the tattoo chair next to Merle and sat down. While today was the first of Merle's rounds to complete his ink, Jackson was getting the final touch up on his today by Dayne.

Buck smirked up at Striker. "come on, I just got off probation, and Merle's 17, he's supposed to be stoned!"

Merle chuckled as he leaned forward on his chest, technically studying, but ignoring his school work in favor of watching as his grandfather pulled out another joint.

"hell yeah gramps!"

Noah laughed. "come on, it was my generation that made this shit famous."

Merle smirked. "and mine that made it a business."

Dayne snorted as he set up his equipment around Jackson. "gonna share pres?"

Noah chuckled as he handed Dayne the joint. "better hurry, Gypsy's headin' this way with Baby Boy."

Merle shook his head. "Daryl knows about weed. That was the preferred smell around the house growin' up."

Jackson took the joint smirking at Buck who watched him. "come on, I was a guard not a saint."

Buck shook his head as he continued on Merle's tattoo, now outlining the name across his lower back.

"well officer Jackson, toke and pass!"

Jackson chuckled as he took his hit, passing to striker who was headed over to watch as Merle's Demon was permanently marked on his skin. Striker watched as the name appeared as Buck worked as Noah walked over.

Noah smirked at Merle. "Good choice Prospect. You picked a scary Demon, just like your father and I."

Merle glanced over his shoulder at his grandfather. "is that why my English professor was damn near pissin' himself when I turned in my essay today?"

Buck snickered from behind Merle. "na, pres had nothin' to do with that. I sent somethin' way scarier then any Demon after that asshole."

Noah raised an eye brow. "and who would that be?"

Buck smirked at his father. "an angel. I just told Gypsy what the asshole was doin', and handed her the phone. Needless to say that man better be careful or, and I'm quotin' here, he gets to find out how it feels to be anally raped with a high heeled boot."

Merle chocked as he laughed along with the Demons. "damn, mom is scary as shit!"

"I take that as a complement."

Merle looked up and watched as Gypsy came in, daisy behind her, Daryl holding her hand. Merle wasn't really sure how his mom was able to walk in shoes that tall, but hell if she danced on stage with them he supposed she better be able to walk int hem.

"you scary mom ."

Gypsy smirked as she kissed the top of Merle's head. "when it comes to assholes messing with my kids, you bet your ass I am."

Buck set down his equipment as Daryl moved into his lap.

"ya can sit for now Baby Boy, but I got to get ya brother's ink done."

Merle looked back as Daryl was looking at the new tattoo forming across his back.

"whatcha think little bro?"

Daryl turned to Merle, then looked at Buck. "can I get my Demon too?"

Buck chuckled. "sorry Baby Boy, ya have about 10 years until ya get your ink."

Daryl frowned, before looking to Gypsy. "are my markers here?"

Gypsy nodded as she opened her purse. "as always baby. Here."

Daryl took the markers, and ran back in front of Merle as he ideally flipped through his text books.

"can you draw a tattoo on me?"

Merle smirked and took the markers, moving his text books aside to pull Daryl to sit on the small table below the chair.

"sit still now!"

"aw! Little Daryl with a tattoo!" Glenn snickered.

Merle smirked as he reached into his back pocket, Daryl groaning. "come on!"

Merle chuckled as he pulled something out and handed it to Glenn. Glenn looked at it and started chuckling, leaning over to show Hershel.

It was a photo of Daryl, arms up flexing, smirking over his shoulder at the camera. Drawn across his back was the Demons rocker, below it the name Baby Boy, and in between was a cobra, same as the cobra on both brother's shoulders.

Hershel turned the photo around, and smiled at what he saw. A petite woman with long wavy black hair and green eyes leaned against a man behind her as she smiled. The tattoos on both the man and woman's arms and chests were visible as the man towered over the woman, his massive arms wrapped around her shoulders. The man was smirking at the camera, his stormy grey eyes partially hide by his black grey hair that hung from his bandana.

"Gypsy and Buck?"

Merle nodded. "at last 4th of July. We do a big thing with the town, fire works and shit like that."

Dale chuckled as he looked at the photo. "you do have quite the 4th of July party. I was there this year."

Merle smirked. "ah, so ya saw our dad damn near kill Baby Boy?"

Dale nodded as he laughed. "do you mind if I tell the group about my experience?"

Merle shook his head. "fine by me. If ya were there, then ya know how the town feels about the Demons."

Dale nodded as he turned to the group.

"my wife was told by her doctors in late June this year that there was nothing more we could do. We were already in Atlanta, and my wife wanted one last holiday together before she passed. A nurse told her about the town of Sunnyhill, and how it was the best 4th of July she had ever been to. So I took her up there. We got up that morning when the parade was supposed to start. And I realized amongst all the red white and blue, there was a lot of red and black logos of a Demon. So I asked some one, and got told about the Demons."

Dale nodded to Merle and Daryl.

"everything they have said is exactly what I was told. The Demons are a motorcycle club, with very strong morals. Turns out, most of the town is affiliated with the Demons in one way or another, everyone in the town loves the Demons. We were sitting watching the parade go by, when this loud roar starts, and everyone around us starts cheering. I stand up, and I see these two come by."

Daryl pointed to the brothers. "they were leading the pack, with Buck in between them. they were laughing and joking while riding. My wife was smiling the whole time, and she told me that the two brothers were the adopted sons of the president and famous across the town as being really good men."

Daryl blushed as Merle chuckled. "the town is a bit nuts about us. They got to watch as he grew up, and I actually became worth somethin'. They see us as hometown heroes."

Dale nodded. "its true, one man told me that you and Daryl were to quote, scary as shit but nice as hell. He also told us the party continued at the Demon club house, and the whole town was invited. So we get there, and its this field next to a building. And the towns people are milling about, finding seats pointed at the clubhouse. We spent the evening chatting with people and enjoying the barbeque. But the show really got started when it got dark."

Daryl snickered. "dad ripped me a new one that night."

Dale laughed. "I see all these guys come out, and several of them start setting off fire works. Then in the middle of it all, there's this flame up, and I see Daryl here blowing fire!"

Daryl chuckled as everyone looked at him. "yes I can blow fire. No I'm not demonstratin'."

Dale held up his hands. "believe me, I saw him do it. Daryl did several rounds, before I saw someone walk over and grab the liquor bottle he had been using. Most of the crowd booed, having been quite entertained by Daryl. Then right as the guy walked away, Daryl blow one last ball of fire a few feet above his head, spooking the hell out of the man."

Merle chuckled. "Buck then chased Daryl all over the damn complex. Worst part was that Daryl got a liquor bottle back, and kept blowin' fire. Buck finally caught little fuck, promptly won the wrestlin' match, and Daryl ended up gettin' garbage duty after the party."

Dale laughed. "it was a very memorable holiday. My wife loved seeing how the Demons fit in with the town. The whole day we watched as Demons walked around with their families, laughed with cops and arguing with each other over the barbeque. It was a wonderful last holiday with my wife, and I thank you two for being a part of that."

Merle nodded. "it's what we do; fight hard play hard."

Daryl snickered. "it was a fun day. Even if dad kicked my ass."

Beth looked up at Merle from her seat beside him. "so you were 17 when you officially became a Demon?"

Merle nodded. "I got my cast off the same day I became a Demon, father's day."

Merle rubbed his arm as he walked out to his bike as he left the hospital. He had gone alone to his last appointment, he was picking something up on the way home. Gypsy had helped him find the perfect fathers day gifts for Buck and Noah.

Merle smirked as he pulled out of the parking lot. Gypsy had loved his idea, and Daryl was quite excited to know Merle had included him in the gift. Daryl had given Buck and Noah his gifts, insanely adorable hand made cards. Hopefully Merle's father and grandfather would like his gifts as well.

LIVIN' ON A PRAYER

"Demons, meet your new brother, Barbas!"

Merle smiled to himself as he took off his shirt, showing the gathered Demons his new ink as they cheered and whistled. Buck stood beside Merle, proudly clapping as Merle officially became a full member Demon. Gypsy stood with the angels, beaming as she held Daryl.

Noah walked up beside Merle as he displayed his mark, handing Merle a new vest.

"your new colors, you'll wear this for life. Keep it close, respect the colors. They never touch the ground unless your in them, and never tossed to the side. Under stood?"

Merle nodded. "yes pres."

Noah smirked. "all right! Party time!"

The Demons cheered again as the music started, and the bar opened. Merle pulled on his colors, forgoing his shirt in favor of wearing the leathers he had worked hard for.

Noah nodded as he clapped Merle on the shoulder. "been waitin' a long time for this, I'm proud of ya Merle."

Buck walked up beside him, giving Merle a hug.

"about damn time Demon!"

Merle chuckled. "finally not a prospect!"

Buck smirked. "na, you're a full Demon now son."

Merle bit his lip as he pulled the boxes from his jean pocket. "speakin' of me bein' your son, happy fathers day."

Merle handed Buck and Noah the boxes, smirking as they opened them. inside each box was a sterling silver ring he had made at the crucible. The top of the ring had a snarling Demon, inside read an inscription.

Buck read his out loud. "thanks Dad, love Big Man and Baby Boy."

Noah smiled as he read his. "thanks Gramps, love Big Man and Baby Boy."

Merle rubbed his cobra as the men slid on their rings. " I thought maybe you guys would like somethin' to remind ya of Daryl and i."

Buck pulled Merle close, giving him a kiss on the forehead. "I love it, thank you son."

Noah smiled at Merle. "I'm proud to wear this Merle. Thank you."

Merle chuckled as something hit the back of his legs. Reaching down he scooped up Daryl, who had turned 7 a few weeks before.

"you a real Demon now?"

Merle smirked as he nodded. "hell yeah little bro. I'm a real Demon now."