"Hey doll. How you doin'? The idiot still alive?" Corey grinned at the teasing in Tig's voice as she walked up towards the club and found Tig sat on one of the outside benches with a girl about her age who's dark hair had red streaks running through it.

"Who's your friend Tigger?"

"Oh shit, erm Corey this is my er, my daughter Dawn-"

"Actually it's Margeaux. With an X." drawled the girl with an easy smile, raising a hand in half wave and Corey returned the smile genuinely saying

"Cool name. I'm Corey, like he said. You live in Charming?"

"No. I leave later today."

"Thought you'd be at the hospital with Kozik." said Tig curiously, standing up from the bench and Corey sighed with a slightly frustrated growl.

"Him and Hap made me leave. Told me I had to take a break. I'm going back later though. Hap dropped me off and he's gonna pick me up later." she told Tig and Dawn, Margeaux, whatever looked on slightly confused but more blasé than anything.

"You wanna grab a drink with us?" Tig said gesturing to his daughter who smiled lazily again.

"I don't know. Don't wanna intrude Tigger." Corey shifted as she twisted the strap of her battered, badge covered shoulder bag.

"Heyyyy, don't worry about it, it's cool. Means you can tell me all the crap I've missed that he wont tell me." grinned Margeaux and Tig rolled his eyes as Corey laughed with his daughter

"Why does it suddenly feel like I've now got daughter number three here to gang up on me?" He groaned, playfully ruffling both girls heads as they both swatted him away.

"If you don't mind me hangin' with you till later..."

"Shut up and grab a beer Corey." grinned Tig as he sat back down with Margeaux, taking the beer which Chuck (who had appeared out of nowhere) handed to him.

"Yes Mr Tig Sir." she answered with a mock salute.

Happy pulled up to TM to see Corey talking animatedly with another girl as Tig stood beside them, his arm round the other girls shoulders. As soon as she saw him Corey practically skipped over and jumped, arms wrapped round his neck and lips pressed to his.

"Hey." he smirked as she pulled away, but still keeping on her tip toes with her arms around his neck.

"Hey back." she smiled back leading him over to Tig and Margeaux. "You ever met Tig's kid, well one of?"

With an arm still wrapped around Corey, holding her to his body, Happy shook his head before inclining it at Margeaux in a non verbal greeting. Margeaux surveyed the pair through her dark rimmed eyes, pupils flitting from Corey to Happy, before looking Happy up and down and saying in her slightly hazy tone

"Cool ink."

As she said the words a cab turned the corner and pulled into the TM lot. Margeaux stood up from the swing and said

"That's my ride."

She and Tig embraced as she said warmly

"Love you daddy."

"You be careful darlin'. You got it all?"

"Yeah. Thanks again daddy."

Margeaux pulled out of the hug and turned to Corey

"It was cool meeting you." the two fist bumped and Margeaux said as she walked towards the cab "We should hang again. You got my cell anyways."

"See ya." smiled Corey, walking away from Happy to stand by Tig's side as he watched his daughter climb into the cab, waving, and watched as it pulled out of the lot and out of sight.

"You gave her the money didn't you?"

Corey turned around to find Gemma standing there with her arms folded, eyebrows raised at Tig who turned and said

"Oh yeah."

"She'll just be back for more." Gemma warned as Corey looked on confused. Tig stuck his hands in his pockets and sighed a smile saying

"Yeah. I know."

As they finished off Chinese takeout (Kozik had flat out refused to eat anymore shitty hospital food and his doctor had said it was ok) Happy's phone buzzed. Pulling it out of his pocket, Corey and Kozik watched from Kozik's bed as Happy's eyes narrowed. Whatever was being said on the other end of the line was clearly not good as a murderous scowl.

"Be there in 10." he growled before hanging up.

"What?" croaked Kozik, wincing as he craned his neck to look at Happy.

"Tara."

"Is she ok?!" demanded Corey half getting to her feet.

"She's alive. Looks like a cartel hit. Went wrong. They're bringing her here for surgery." Happy growled and Corey could feel her hands clench into fists of anger and worry on behalf of her friend.

"Surgery for what?" winced Kozik.

"They smashed up her hand. Real bad."

"Holy shit Miss Gemma!" Corey heard the words tumbling out of her face before she could stop herself. Gemma shot her a look, well as best she could given that her face was bruised, swollen and she had stitches just under her eye.

"Wanna shout that any louder baby Kozik?" she said wryly before looking over Corey's shoulder, who turned to see Margaret Murphy standing there staring.

"What happened?" she said aghast and Gemma chuckled without humour before saying sarcastically

"Flew my broomstick into a wall."

"I got this Miss Murphy." Corey said, motioning the woman away, who went reluctantly, glancing over her shoulder.

"Seriously Gemma. What happened?" even as she said this, the downward flicker of Gemma's gaze and the supressed betrayal behind her eyes told her all she needed to know and she answered her own question, growling out

"Clay."

"Don't get involved Corey. I'm serious. Let the club handle Clay. Focus on getting Kozik back on his feet and keeping Tara sane. Girl's lost her hand, worried she might lose her mind if she cant be a doctor again."

Corey grimaced at this, Tara's cries and tears still painfully fresh in her recent memory.

"Shit Doc, I'm so sor-"

"Don't." Tara sounded empty, hollow and she refused to look Corey in the eye as she lay in bed staring at her cast. "Don't tell me you're sorry, I've heard it to many times for it to mean anything to me right now."

"Okay. Then tell me what to do to make it mean something."

"Tell me the truth."

"About?" Corey queried, slightly raising her eyebrow.

"How are you so ok with everything that the club does? Sanctioned, not sanctioned it doesn't matter I've never seen you even flinch at the things they do and I know you know. So how?"

"That's a hell of a loaded question Doc." there was a warning and a question in Corey's voice and Tara sighed at the response.

"I know. I've been asking myself it for the last two years."

"Why Doc?"

And then the door opened.

"Oh sorry."

There was a tall, honey haired woman stood in the doorway holding flowers and Phil was holding the door open for her.

"She said she was family?" the big man asked and Corey watched slightly confused as Tara clenched her jaw a little before she said a little tightly,

"It's okay."

Phil nodded and left the room and the woman walked towards the bedside table saying with a smile

"Wow, he's a big one."

"Yeah." was Tara's reply. The woman smiled, placed the flowers down and then turned to Corey.

"Sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Wendy."

Corey couldn't stop her eyes widening in realisation as she slowly accepted Wendy's out stretched hand and shook it once.

"Right. Wendy. Corey." she said as a simple introduction and Wendy smiled a little sheepishly

"I guess my reputation precedes me. It's nice to meet you."

"Uh yeah you too."

An awkward silence fell and Corey shifted uncomfortably and said slowly

"I uh, I guess I'll let you two talk? You cool with that Doc?"

"Yeah." Corey didn't look convinced so Tara said firmly "It's fine Corey, really."

Corey had been outside the room when less than five minutes later Tara was screaming in pain, anger and sadness as she smashed her cast again and again against the table.

Gemma watched Corey squirm as the memories flashed through her brain in a few seconds before repeating

"Stay out of it. Let the club handle Clay."

Corey seemed to be debating something as she bit her lip and her eyes flitted around before nodding to Gemma.

"I don't want trouble. I'm gonna stay out of it Gemma I promise." She was serious too, Corey's face shining with honesty.

It was true.

Despite the fact it seemed to follow her, she really didn't want anymore trouble.

As Gemma rounded the corner of the corridor, Corey felt her phone buzz in her pocket. She walked quickly round the other end of the corridor and out of the door to one of the small, empty patient gardens. Her eyebrows raised as she looked at the name flashing up on her screen and she exhaled a deep breathe before answering the call.

"Hey Ope. What do you need?"

Hey y'all. I'm sorry for the long wait and this sucky chapter I know it's not that great and it's kind of filler I'm real sorry.

Review me your likes, dislikes, ideas and thoughts, I love reading them.

More soon.

Geronimo xx