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Content Warning: This fanfiction is rated M. Please respect that warning and do not read this if you do not want to read M rated material

2022

Age 30

Gabby opened the door when she heard goodbyes and the front door slam shut. She knew Happy wouldn't leave, and Shark had probably stayed as well. She and Tig had stayed in the den in relative silence, all that needed to be said had been said. Time to go out and face the others.

As predicted Happy was leaning against the opposite wall, Casper and Shark were blocking the hallway leading to the kitchen. They had, planned or not, left herself and Tig no exit but the front door. Tig noticed too as he followed her out and closed the den door.

Tig looked around at the semi-circle of men around Gabby. He didn't resent them. He was glad Gabby had them, all of them. The things she told him about her childhood broke his heart, and made him all the more thankful Happy had been there for her. The thought of her starving, wanting to kill herself… he owed Happy infinitely for raising her as well as he had.

And the two Fresno patches, Casper and Shark. He had to admit he respected Casper now. He saw how good a man, and husband, he is to Gabby. He had gotten off on the wrong foot with Casper, Tig getting his ass beat by a 20 something prospect. But he no longer held a grudge against the man. Tig knew his daughter would always be safe with Casper.

He was glad for Shark as well. The man obviously cared for the whole family. Shark had been the one to call him and ream him out today. He was close enough to Gabby to care about her, and far enough away to do what needed to be done without worrying about Gabby being pissed at him.

"I gotta be getting back. Got a shift at the garage in the morning. Jax doesn't know I'm here." Tig broke the awkward silence finally. The men didn't seem inclined to let Tig have any more private time with Gabby. He turned and placed a hand on the side of her head, kissing her opposite cheek.

"I'm glad we finally talked. I'm gonna think about what you said." He stopped and dug into his cut. He pulled out an obviously store wrapped gift that fit into the palm of his hand. He held it out and she took it.

She looked at it for a moment. She wasn't used to getting gifts. Bikers weren't big on picking out and wrapping gifts. Kristen was at the age of making gifts and Gabby and Casper still used gift giving for large house purchases.

More than any of that, she was holding the only thing Tig had ever given her in her hand. She slipped her thumb under the tape on one side and pulled the paper off. It was still in its box, the picture indicating a ceramic box shaped like a tooth that opened.

"It's to keep the kids teeth in." Tig said hesitantly. "There are some pouches in there so you can keep them separate for each kid." He added.

"Thanks Tig." Gabby finally said and looked back up at him.

"Yeah." Tig shrugged, he knew it was a lame gift compared to everything he owed her, but the idea had struck him on the way to Fresno and he had spent an hour looking for a store that sold them.

"I'll see you soon." He assured her and nodded to the men still staring him down before letting himself out and pulling the door closed behind him.

As soon as the door shut all three men's eyes went directly to Gabby. They all braced themselves for her to either freak out in anger, or start crying over whatever had been said behind closed doors.

Gabby looked up at them and stopped herself from smirking. It was clear they were all afraid of her reaction. She really had no reaction at this point. She was numb, she just wanted to be left alone.

"Did you switch out Kristen's tooth yet?" She asked in monotone.

"Umm, no." Casper answered honestly. She nodded, handed him the box sans wrapping paper and pushed herself through the wall of men.

Casper Shark and Happy all looked at each other and then down the hall. Gabby walked out of the kitchen with the garbage can and carried it into the living room. She went back to the kitchen with dirty dishes and came back out, grabbing the recycling bin without making eye contact with any of the men, and went back into the living room.

"Okay, so am I in more or less trouble now?" Shark whispered to the other men. Casper scoffed and Happy turned to Shark and glared.

"Anybody want to help me clean up your mess?" Gabby called from the living room. She put a bit more annoyance in her voice than she was actually feeling to make them move faster.

"Coming!" Shark yelled and nearly leapt into the living room ahead of the other two men. Casper chuckled and set the tooth box on the stairs before helping to clean as well.

Happy snagged Gabby's arm and pulled her to the kitchen while the younger men cleaned. She stood silently staring at him while he searched her face.

"You okay?" He finally asked. His concern for his daughter outweighing any anger from earlier in the evening.

"I'm fine." Gabby shrugged, but she didn't break eye contact.

"What did you two talk about?" He knew it was none of his business but he couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth.

"We talked about the things I don't like to talk about. And I'm not talking about them again tonight."

"Gabby, sweetheart, please don't block me out." Happy pleaded.

"Why is it so hard for everyone to understand I don't want to talk about my childhood. It sucked, it's over. I dealt with it. I moved on. All I want is for everyone else to deal with it and move on too. It's my story, my pain, if I say I'm okay I'm okay, damn it!" She snapped and pulled her elbow out of his grip so she could storm upstairs.

Casper and Shark walked back into the kitchen once Gabby left.

"Great." Casper said, extremely annoyed. Shark flinched at his tone. "You know, next time you two decide to gang up on her in one night please keep in mind I'm the one that still has to live with her." He slammed the garbage can down that he was holding and followed his wife up the stairs.

Happy ran a hand over his face. Gabby wasn't okay. She hadn't dealt with her issues and moved on, she hid them all deep down inside of her and was fighting desperately not to let them out.

"Finish cleaning and lock up." Hap snapped at Shark and walked out the front door, making sure not to slam it and wake the kids.

Casper came into the bedroom and eyed his wife. She was sitting up in bed reading her book. She had put on one of his t shirts; he couldn't tell if she was wearing shorts under it. No shorts meant sexy girl in his clothing, shorts meant comfy pj's instead of silky nightgown and no sex. Not that he really wanted sex, well, he always did, but more so, sex was Gabby's favorite and really only coping mechanism when it came to things she'd rather not deal with.

He opened up Tig's gift and dropped Kristen's tooth into a tiny pink draw string bag before tucking it in the box and tucking that in Gabby's nightstand drawer. "Tooth fairy left Kristen $5."

"K." Gabby answered and Casper sighed.

"Are you mad at me?" Casper asked stripping off his clothes and walking around to the other side of the bed.

Gabby looked up at him. "I'm not mad at you. I don't want to talk about it." She went back to reading her book and Casper went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. He came back out and lay down next to her, wrapping an arm around her stomach.

"I love you." He kissed her shoulder but she didn't answer or acknowledge him. He shifted down and kissed her thigh. Shorts. Okay then. He popped his head over the edge of her book and gave her his best puppy dog eyes. "I love you Gabby."

She glanced at him briefly and went back to her book.

"Gabby?" He lifted an eyebrow, waiting for her.

"Love you too." She answered distracted and turned the page.

"Gabby." Casper pleaded, taking the book out of her hands. "Love, I told Shark to mind his own business. I didn't know he called Tig. I had no part in that."

Gabby stared at him for a moment and then shoved him off her legs and got out of bed. She stormed out the bedroom door and half way down the stairs before Casper caught her.

"Gabby!" He yelled quietly and grabbed her arm.

"What part of I don't want to talk about it does nobody fucking understand?" She spat out and pulled her arm out of his grasp, storming down the rest of the stairs. She made it to the den and slammed the door shut.

Shark watched from the dark hallway holding the recycling bin. He listened to Casper slam the bedroom door upstairs a moment later and flinched. He set the plastic bin down and knocked tentatively on the door to the den. This was his fault, he needed to fix it. He couldn't stand it when Casper and Gabby fought.

She didn't answer his knock so he slowly eased the door handle open. "Gabby?" He called through the crack of the door and she whipped it the rest of the way open.

"What the hell are you still doing in my house?" She asked disgusted.

Shark took a deep breath, he was gonna fix this even if he had to throw himself under a bus to do it. He took a defensive pose and stepped into the doorway. "I'm not your husband; I'm not your dad. I don't give a fuck if you're pissed at me. You and Tig needed to talk, I made that happen."

Gabby stared at him with a blank expression on her face. Shark swallowed. No wonder Casper grew enough balls to stand up to the other brothers; Gabby was scary when she was angry.

"I'm not gonna apologize for doing what I know was right." He insisted.

Gabby slowly shook her head and then let out on small chuckle. Scariest chuckle Shark had ever heard. "Get out." She spat at him.

"No." He held his ground. "You need to chill the fuck out. Accept that I'm trying to help you, and go back upstairs. You're mad at me, not Casper."

"Get the FUCK out of my house." She seethed, letting go of the door and stepping up to Shark. He had nearly half a foot on her, and she didn't seem to care. He didn't realize till it happened that he had backed up a step. "You're not my husband. You're not my father. You have no fucking say in my life, how I live it, and what I choose to deal with."

"I'm just trying to help." Shark backed up another step.

"Get out."

"Do you even know why you're mad right now?" Shark asked, hoping Gabby would pause and think, and maybe calm down.

Gabby put both her hands on Sharks chest and shoved him towards the front door. "I'm MAD right now because nobody seems to be hearing what the fuck I'm saying!"

"Maybe you should ask nicely." Shark snapped back in a condescending tone.

"Okay." She reached behind him and opened the front door. "PLEASE get the FUCK out of my house!" She shoved him once more forcing him to stumble over the threshold and slammed the door shut and locked it before he got his footing.

She glanced over to the staircase where Casper was watching her. She knew he was there, he'd come back down the stairs quietly as soon as she had said her first words to Shark. She waited for him to ask her if she was okay but he simply held up his hands in surrender and walked slowly back up the stairs.

Gabby went back to the den.

Gabby sat on a bench outside the rehab clinic she worked at waiting for Becky to meet her for lunch. She was cleaning out her email on her ipad, two salads in plastic containers next to her on the bench.

"Hey!" Becky called as she got closer.

"Hey Beck." Gabby answered and set her ipad aside. Becky handed her a large ice tea and Gabby handed Becky one of the two salads.

"So…" Becky started as she sat and opened her salad. The two friends having lunch together wasn't unusual, but Gabby had sounded nearly desperate on the phone this morning when she had invited Becky for lunch.

"So how was your night?" Gabby asked. The last thing she wanted was to once again hash out yesterday's events once again. She needed some nonsense girl talk to clear her head of the drama.

"It was okay…" Becky trailed off with a smile on her lips as she squeezed a packet of dressing onto her salad.

Gabby peered at her and grinned as well. "Care to expand on that smile."

Becky ducked her head as she blushed. "Tom Tom." She said simply.

"Ah, Tom Tom. Did he beg for forgiveness and promise not to be an asshole?" Gabby asked, starting on her own salad.

"Well, when I came home he was trying to get in my apartment. He was gonna play handyman without me there to make up for everything." She paused to chew and swallow a bite of salad. "Me and Suzie showing up put a damper on that plan."

Gabby covered her mouth as she chuckled to stop from spitting out her own bite of salad.

"We talked, we fought, I kicked him out." Becky admitted and took another bite.

"You kicked him out?" Gabby asked shocked. She had definitely rubbed off on her younger friend.

"Yeah, but he came back and we fought more, and talked more." She paused and smiled. "He kissed me."

Gabby smiled and looked at Becky. "Just kissed?"

"Yes!" Becky nearly squealed. "But…it was a good kiss, a head spinning, weak in the knees kiss." She turned her head away and took a sip of her own ice tea to hide her now tomato red face.

"And…so…therefore…" Gabby bumped her shoulder for more answers.

"And then we fought more." Becky shrugged.

"And now? Was anything resolved?"

"He said he never made a move on me because he was scared we'd break up and I would stop coming around and everyone would blame him, which is crap."

Gabby nodded in agreement as she returned to her lunch.

"I mean, I'm sure it's true, it's just not the only reason why."

"Suzie." Gabby offered and Becky nodded.

"He had the nerve to say he could get used to her. He says he loves her, same as the rest of the guys, but…" She trailed off again and stabbed at her salad.

"But you want someone to be her dad. Not someone who is gonna put up with her." Gabby filled in the silence and Becky nodded. "So…what did you two finally decide?"

"I told him he had to prove he could be good with Suzie before I'd commit to anything. He seemed okay with that. But I guess we'll just have to wait and see if it actually happens. I'm worried about Suzie getting hurt in all this. I haven't dated anyone since she was born. If Tom Tom spends a couple of weeks dotting on her and then gives up she's not gonna understand. And I don't want to stop hanging with the club. Not seeing you guys would kill us both." She referred to herself and Suzie, but Gabby added herself in that equation, she needed Becky in her life to stay sane.

"And it wouldn't be her fault. It would be mine. I know Tom Tom has a problem with her. I shouldn't be giving him the time of day…" Becky trailed off once again after her short rant and set her half eaten salad off to the side. She had suddenly lost her appetite.

Gabby picked at her own salad a bit longer before setting it aside as well. She took a long sip or her ice tea before turning to Becky. She waited patiently till Becky huffed.

"You don't have anything to say to all of that?" Becky asked desperately.

Gabby smirked before answering. "I think you are a great mom. I think Tom Tom really likes you. And I think with a little patience and maybe the occasional kick in the ass he will do just fine with Suzie. I also think you need to stop worrying so much and get laid."

Becky spit out a mouthful of ice tea, "Gabby!"

"Oh come on! You're going on five years of celibacy. I could barely make it through the weeks after I had the kids. No wonder you're wound so tight."

"Oh my god." Becky mumbled and buried her head in her hands.

Gabby laughed. "I just hope you have some sort of secret vibrator collection I don't know about."

"Gabby!" Becky groaned.

"Five years Becky! You should be studied by science!" Gabby continued laughing as Becky turned redder and redder.

"I didn't say I hadn't…you know…in five years, just that I hadn't dated anyone." Becky finally defended herself, Gabby rolled her eyes.

"When's the last time you had…you know…?" Gabby mocked her friend.

Becky sat and thought a moment. "The visit before the last visit home before my dad died. I hooked up with an old boyfriend from high school. We were drinking in his basement and one thing led to another…"

"That was over a year ago." Gabby cut her off.

"Well it's better than five years!" Becky shot back.

"Okay, okay!" Gabby held her hands up. "Subject dropped. Jeez, sensitive." She smiled at Becky once more and finished off her ice tea. "I gotta go anyway. Got a hot date with an eight year old." Gabby stood and grabbed her garbage and her ipad. "Thanks for coming down, I needed this."

"I don't get to hear about your night?" Becky asked, collecting her own garbage. She knew Gabby didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering her, but she always felt the need to show she was willing to listen.

"Tig…stuff." Gabby described and Becky gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Right… there was some odd tension going on at that dinner."

"Yeah…"

"Hi Adam." Gabby came around her desk and greeted the eight year old warmly. The boy shuffled his feet and eyed the room as Gabby closed the door.

"Have a seat, anywhere you want." Adam looked over the room again. There was a small love seat, an overstuffed chair, a beanbag chair, two simple hard chairs in front of the desk, and Gabby's computer chair. He smiled and ran to the black computer chair, jumped on it, and sent it spinning.

"Good choice." Gabby smiled at him and wheeled the chair out from behind the desk so he would face her as she settled in the overstuffed chair.

"Do you know why you're here today Adam?" He nodded but said nothing. She was used to this with most of the kids she saw.

"You're here because you're gonna see your mom tomorrow, right?" Adam nodded again and started to swing his feet.

"It's been a long time since you've seen her. Do you miss her, are you excited to see her?" It was Gabby's primary job to prepare children for family therapy with their parents who were in treatment. Occasionally she also counseled minors who were going through rehab.

Adam shrugged at Gabby's question and stared at his feet. Gabby leaned back in her chair, this was the reason she set aside a two hour time block for new children.

"You know your mom is here trying to get better so you can live with her again. Do you want to live with her again?" Adam wouldn't even shrug at that question, so probably not. She didn't blame him, Adam's mom had spent 90 days in prison before being released on the condition she fulfilled a rehab program.

"Are you mad at your mom Adam?" He looked up finally and nodded. She waited a moment but he didn't say anything. "It's okay to be mad at her. I bet she is even expecting you to be mad." She could tell this surprised him but he still didn't speak.

"I bet there's more than one reason that you're mad." Adam shrugged his shoulders once more and Gabby leaned forward. "If I guess will you tell me if I'm right?" Adam gave a small shrug and then thought a bit more and nodded.

"Are you mad at your mom for doing something to you? Or for something that she said to you?" She waited for him to shrug before going on. "Are you mad at her for not giving you something you wanted, or maybe for taking something that was yours?"

Adam stopped swinging his feet and Gabby knew she hit on something he might actually talk about.

"She took my bike." He mumbled quietly.

Gabby nodded. "She sold it, didn't she?" Sometimes leading kids on was the only way to get them to talk. If they thought you already knew about something, they would help fill in the details.

"She took it and she sold it for drugs. It wasn't hers. It was mine. My grandpa bought me the bike and she sold it." Adam finally blurted out and crossed his arms.

Gabby sat back in her chair. A well-seasoned psychologist would say Adam was using the bike as a symbol. But sometimes a pawned bike was just a pawned bike, especially to an eight year old.

"Will you talk about that with your mom tomorrow? Will you tell her how mad it made you?"

"I don't want to make her feel bad. I want her to get better." Adam mumbled. Gaby knew exactly what he meant. This obviously wasn't the first time Adam's mother had tried to kick drugs. Sometimes the guilt and the pressure to fix everything was enough to drive people back to using before they were even considered recovered.

"Well, that's why you're gonna tell her here. So you two can talk about it without fighting and I will be there and your mom's doctor will be there and we will both help come up with a solution."

Adam thought about that for a moment and then nodded his head and continued swinging his feet.

The younger the kid the more forgiving they were. Hopefully Adam's mom would stay clean this time. If the cycle continued into Adam's teens he would end up on the streets, or using, or both.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me? Anything else you want to bring up to your mom tomorrow?" Adam responded with his usual shrug and Gabby sat up straight in her chair.

"You're staying with your Aunt while your mom is here. Do you like staying with her?"

"She's nice. And my cousin is nice. But I don't like her friends." Adam continued swinging his feet, this time without looking up.

"You don't like your Aunt's friends or your cousin's friends?"

"My Aunt's friends. They moved in the house. They won't let us open the window blinds or use the front door."

Gabby leaned forward and caught Adam's gaze. "Are they making drugs?" Adam looked at her and swallowed nervously, obviously he had been threatened to keep their secret.

"Adam, they won't find out you told me. I promise, and I will do what I can to make them stop, but you have to tell me for sure that they are making drugs."

"They are." Adam looked out the window and stopped swinging his legs. "We stay outside when they cook. Auntie says it's dangerous. But the house still stinks when they're done. She doesn't want them there. But they won't leave."

"Do you know any of their names?"

Adam shook his head. "There are just three of them. They talk in Spanish. They shove me out of whatever room they're in. The one in charge is the meanest."

"Do you want me to make them leave?"

"Will my Aunt get in trouble?" Adam whipped his head around to look at Gabby. She understood his fear, his mom was in rehab, his grandparents were both recently deceased, his father had never been in the picture. If his Aunt went to jail he would be put in foster care.

"She won't get in trouble." Gabby assured the boy. "I need you to promise me two things, okay? So that I can try to make them leave."

Adam eagerly nodded his head.

"You have to promise me you won't tell anyone that you told me, because I don't want those men to blame you. And I want you to go to school every day this week, no matter what, you and your cousin, okay?"

"Okay." Adam nodded his head and agreed, finally smiling.

Gabby pulled up and parked as close to the clubhouse as she could. She left everything in the SUV and grabbed only a piece of paper out of her purse before swinging Mathew onto her hip and going inside.

"Hey sugar." Vin greeted her. "Casper's at the garage."

"I know." Gabby answered shortly, walking over to him. Vin nodded his head. The tension he had felt at dinner last night had obviously not dissipated.

"Carol!" She called and got the sweet butts attention. She was talking to a new girl, Kaye, Gabby believed her name was, and both women headed right over to her.

"Take him for a sec. I can't stay." Gabby said in a clipped tone, her annoyance not directed at Carol, but certainly noticeable. Carol nodded and took Mathew. Vin looked at Gabby slightly hurt, he wanted time with the boy, but he wasn't gonna say anything, he wasn't stupid.

"Where's Kristen?" Carol asked, looking around.

"Still at school, I'm on my way to pick her up." Carol nodded and took the boy a few steps away. Kaye walked back to the bar and Gabby turned back to Vin. "Is Lenard around?"

"Out with the backhoe. You got something for us?" Vin set his beer on the table he was sitting at and kicked out a chair for Gabby. She continued standing and he took a breath and pushed himself up.

"I do, not sure if it's the right time."

"Gonna have to be." Vin assured her and took the paper she was holding out. "What ya got?"

"Woman and two kids live in the house. Eight and fifteen year old boys. Eight year old told me three men are in the house making drugs." Gabby quickly got to the point.

"With kids in the house?" Vin asked disgusted.

"They send the kids outside when they cook. Kid didn't know any names but said the men spoke Spanish. He said they were friends of the woman's, but she doesn't want them there either, she doesn't use or deal so there is defiantly a bigger picture thing the kid couldn't fill in. Promised the kid the woman wouldn't get in trouble. She's his last step before foster care."

He looked over the address on the paper. It was in their known territory and as far as he could remember it wasn't a known kitchen. Not that it mattered; kitchens weren't allowed to operate with kids around, whether they paid their fees or not.

"I'll call church. When's the best time to hit this place?"

"Day. Kids will be in school. Woman works first shift."

"Alright, thanks. Anything else you can tell me?"

"No, sorry. I gotta go. I gotta get to the elementary school."

"Yeah alright." Gabby turned to collect her son and Vin followed her out, opening the club house door for her.

She buckled Mathew in and turned to climb in the driver's seat.

"Gabby?" Vin laid a hand on her shoulder. "Is everything okay?"

"Bad day. Bad couple of days. I gotta go." She climbed up and Vin grabbed the door to close.

"Let me know if I can help sugar." He offered and shut the door for her.

Gabby opened the side door and set Mathew down on the inside landing. "Go on Kristen, take your brother inside."

"Yes mommy." Kristen skipped inside, her book bag banging against her back and took her little brothers hand. Gabby smiled at the image. Kristen was a great older sister.

Gabby walked to the mail box and grabbed the junk mail out of it. All their bills were paid online at this point. 90% of the mail they got was junk mail, but she went through it for coupons. She didn't even bother checking the mail every day. She stopped as soon as she got in the door.

"Kristen!" She yelled and pulled the door closed behind her. She kept walking inside staring at the thick envelope in her hands.

Kristen scurried into the hallway from the kitchen. Mathew came stumbling behind her, apt to do whatever his big sister was doing.

"You got mail sweetie." Gabby handed her the envelope and Kristen took it quizzically.

"Paper mail?" She asked flipping the envelope over in her hands. Gabby bit her lip to keep from laughing. Had her 6 year old daughter ever gotten something in mail, the actual paper, stamped, delivered by a mail man mail? Actually, maybe she hadn't.

"Yes, paper mail. It's from your Uncle Jax." Gabby rested her hand on her daughters head.

"It's pictures!" Kristen yelled before she even tore open the envelope. "Mommy open it! Open it!" She handed the envelope back.

"Okay okay!" Gabby yelled back laughing and slipped her finger under the glue. She poured the contents out into her waiting hand to give to her daughter and froze. Pictures. Pictures of Emily. She nearly dropped them on the floor but Kristen jumped up and grabbed them.

"It's grandma!" Kristen yelled. Gabby swallowed the large lump forming in her throat and took a few steps back till she collided with the wall. It was all she could do not to slide down it into a heap on the floor as her daughter spread four 3x5 glossy photos on the hall way floor.

"Kristen…" Gabby tried to say something, anything, but she found she couldn't form words. Her mouth was dry and she was having trouble breathing. It was a panic attack. She tried to stay calm, she knew what it was, nothing was wrong with her, she just had to wait it out.

"Uncle Jax told me he had pictures of grandma….She's young. She's not as old as grandpa." Kristen rattled on unaware of her mother clinging to the wall. Mathew picked one up and Kristen shrieked. "NO MATHEW!" she took it back out of his hand and collected the photos.

"Kristen." Gabby tried again but could only get her daughter's name out.

"Mommy he was gonna wrinkle it." Kristen defended herself. "I want to put one in a frame!" Her mind skipped to the next topic.

"Okay." Gabby nodded her head. "I'll get you one. Take them to your room." Gabby took a deep breath when her daughter ran up the stairs. She waited for Mathew to follow her before yanking open the basement door.

She didn't bother turning on the lights. She closed the door, ran down the stairs at full speed and crashed into the old workbench at the bottom of the stairs and collapsed, folding herself over it as she gasped and bit her lip to hold in a sob.

She would not cry. She would not cry over that dead whore.

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