The song for this chapter is Someday by Hinder.

The next day, Half Sack walks into the office and smiles as he raps his knuckles gently against the door. "Hey."

Honey looks up from the paperwork and smiles softly, a blush immediately coloring her cheeks. "Hey..." She runs her fingers through her hair gently as she puts the paperwork down and turns the chair to face him, her legs crossed and tucked beneath her. He crouches down in front of her, kissing her briefly but softly.

"Did you sleep any?" He murmurs, gently smoothing her hair as he looks into her eyes.

She shakes her head, running her fingers through his hair as she smiles at him. "No, but I'll be fine. Did you sleep any after you took me home?"

"About an hour in the dorm, Chibs woke me up right before I was supposed to clock in." He gently rubs her thighs, noticing she had been walking a little funny when he had dropped her off. "Do you feel okay and everything?"

She nods, letting out a long sigh as he rubs the tensed up muscles and she relaxes. "I feel good...the only thing that's sore is my legs and my uh..." She gestured awkwardly before they both laugh softly and he stands up, kissing her forehead gently.

"Good, I was worried you'd be more sore." He steps back slightly, running his fingers through his already messy hair.

She smiles, leaning up to kiss his stomach teasingly before looking at the desk, grabbing a sheet of paper. "These are for you and Juice; list of new repos."

He laughs and kisses her forehead, taking the paper. "Thank you so much."

"I knew you'd be thrilled." She teases, leaning back in her chair. He kisses her one last time then walks out to grab Juice as she turns back to finish the paperwork.

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A couple hours into the repo list, Juice gets a call from Clay. He ends the call, turning to Half Sack. "Hale wants all the guys with records that were at FunTown last night to come to the clubhouse. Jax wants you to follow Hale."

Half Sack frowns, glancing at the tow truck. "What the hell am I supposed to follow him on?"

Juice smirks, glancing pointedly at the motorized scooter parked in the alley. Half Sack groans, sighing as he walks over to it. 'This will totally get me laid, can't wait to show Honey.' He snorts at his own sarcastic thoughts as he struggles to fit onto the child sized scooter, hearing Juice laugh as he drives away in the tow truck.

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Honey is startled out of her nap by her father and Tig walking into the office. She yawns so loud her jaw pops as she looks up at them with bleary green eyes.

"We need you to get out of the office for a little while, baby girl." Clay says, leaning against the doorway.

She nods slowly, rubbing her eyes before gathering her stuff, knowing better than to waste time asking questions. Standing up, she stretches then sighs. "I'll stop by the hospital...visit the baby or something."

Clay nods, watching as she brushes past Tig and walks to her car. As soon as she's out of the office, Tig begins doctoring the coffee with the sedatives.

Honey drives to St. Thomas, parking beside her mother's Cadillac and walking in, heading to the elevator. Luck wasn't on her side it seemed; waiting on the elevator also was none other than Tara Knowles.

Exchanging hushed, awkward hellos, they stared straight ahead at the elevator doors until finally Tara broke the silence. "Are you and Wendy close?"

Glancing at the doctor and shrugging, Honey crosses her arms. "We were. Why?"

"She's out of detox and I was hoping that maybe someone could talk to her, make her feel less alone." Tara scoffed, rolling ber dark eyes. "I mentioned it to your mother and she-"

"Yeah, mom never did like Wendy." Honey turns to Tara, frowning. "What are you doing, Tara?"

Tara stiffened and Honey could almost hear the sound of her fight or flight instincts fighting themselves. "I don't know what you mean, I was only-"

"You know what I mean. What are you doing back here after you fought so hard to get away? You broke so many people when you left and now you just come back like everything is peachy?"

Tara cast her eyes downward at her plastic covered sneakers. "I had goals; I couldn't stay here, knowing what Jax was a part of."

"So you throw everything away to do what? Live your little bullshit fantasy life? Do you know what you put Jax through? Or me?" Her eyes started to water involuntarily and she cursed the slow moving elevator.

Tara's eyes soften a bit as she notices the younger girl's eyes shining wetly. "Honey...I know you don't understand it, but as much as I loved Jax and as much as I loved you like my sister, I couldn't stay."

Honey shakes her head, wiping her eyes roughly. "You're right; I don't understand. I have a guy that I love and who makes me happier than anything I've ever done; if he asked me to, I would give up college, the club, anything. Because he makes me happy just being him." She stares at Tara coldly, just as the elevator begins to open. "If you loved him, you wouldn't have fought so hard to change him."

She steps off the elevator, leaving the shocked doctor behind as she searches the hallway for Wendy's room. Finding it at the end of the hall, she walks in with a soft knock.

Wendy raises her head and smiles tiredly as she sees Honey lingering by the doorway. "Hey, Hon."

Honey smiles as she steps closer to the bed, fidgeting with her keys. "Hey, Wen. How do you feel?"

"Dopey." Wendy cracks a humorless grin and pats the chair at her beside. "Come sit."

Honey sits down, setting her purse beside her as she stares at the older woman. "Have you seen Abel yet?"

Wendy shakes her head, looking down. "I just got out of the detox, Tara says she'll take me to see him when I'm stronger."

Honey nods, blushing. "I kinda told her off in the elevator..."

Wendy raises her eyebrow, absentmindedly brushing her fingers over the dark circles beneath her eyes. "Really? Over what?"

"Her leaving." She sighs and glances back at the door. "If I tell you something, you can never tell another soul."

Wendy nods, frowning as she leans in. "What's up, Honey? Is something wrong?"

Honey nods, then shakes her head, then falls back into the chair. "I don't even know anymore, Wen." She smiles as she plays with the metal bangle around her wrist. "I've been seeing the prospect."

Wendy's eyes widen as she wonders if she heard correctly. "What? The prospect?"

Honey nods, blushing deeply. "For almost two months now." Leaning forward conspiratorially, Honey whispers, "I lost my virginity to him last night."

"Oh my god, does the club know?" Wendy's eyes widened further and Honey fleetingly wondered if she should be shocking a recovering overdose victim so much.

She shakes her head, sighing. "No one knows, that's the problem. I'm not legal until I'm 18, and if any of the guys find out his patch and basically his life are gone. Clay will kill him."

Wendy nods, grabbing the younger girls hand and patting it gently. "I'm sorry, Honey. I know it must be tough."

Honey smiles as she laces her fingers with Wendy's. "It is when we're apart but as long as he's with me, all I think about is us, y'know? I don't worry about the club or my parents..."

Wendy smiles, nudging her softly. "You've got it bad."

Honey just grins at her, shrugging. "He's adorable, what can I say? I want to be all his someday." She sighs, looking down at her hands. "That's what pisses me off with Tara. I love Half Sack so much, I would give up college or anything else he wanted for him and I've only known him a couple months but she couldn't make it work with a guy she loved for 5 years?"

Wendy nods, laying back and crossing ber arms behind her head. "Yeah, she's such a phony."

Honey watches her, biting her lip softly. "Wendy?"

"Hm?"

"Why were you...shooting up...while you were pregnant?" Honey nearly mumbled, looking down at her hands.

Wendy glances at her then sighs as she looks up at the ceiling. "Bad judgement, I guess. I barely remember it...I remember going crazy looking for my stash...and looking for a good vein...but I don't..."

"I'm sorry for prying..." Honey murmurs, hugging her friend gently. "I just-"

"I get it. And i wish I had a better answer for you but the truth is, I wanted Jax to lay attention to me and I thought the drugs would make me feel better."

Honey stares at her for a long moment before standing up. "I gotta get back to the office." She hugs Wendy quickly then hurries out, walking down the hall to the NICU ward.

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'Aw come on, guys.' He watches Chibs amd Jax drive off, feeling miserable on the tiny scooter. Attempting to stretch his legs out while he waited for Hale to start moving again, he grabs his phone and sends her a picture of him crouched on the scooter. He didn't have time to wait for a reply as he watches Hale drive off. He fires up the scooter and races after him, cussing at whoever had parked the damn contraption in that alley.

Honey receives the picture as she sits in Abel's room, listening to her mother reading to him. She grins at the picture and texts him back.

Elizabeth: sexy, you gonna take me for a ride later?

She glance up as she sees Jax, giving him a soft smile as she stands up and walks out of the room to hug him softly. "Hey. Any luck finding the rapist?"

Jax shakes his head, about to respond when Elliott walks in. Honey excuses herself to go back into the room so they can have privacy. She watches them talk, listening in, then frowns as Elliot leaves, slamming the door behind them.

With a quick glance at Gemma, she murmurs, "If you think you can talk to Mrs. Oswald, I can talk to Tristan."

Gemma nods, shutting the storybook and tucking into her bag. "Alright, sweetheart. Let's go."

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Honey tries not to look as nervous as she feels as she walks into Tristan Oswald's hospital room. Her sneakers made barely any sound on the tile floor so she had to clear her throat softly to get the young girl's attention. "Tristan?"

The girl looks up and Honey gasps softly, seeing the split in her lip and the utter hopelessness in her eyes. She immediately looks back down at the pink phone in her hand, typing quickly. "Mom told me to text her...if anyone..."

Honey shakes her head, stepping closer and sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Don't worry about it, Tristan. I'm only here as a friend, okay? You don't have to tell me anything, I just wanted to check on you."

Tristan stays quiet, looking down at her hands before she murmurs, "you were there that day. With...Gemma?"

Honey nods, smiling softly. "Yeah, I'm her daughter, Honey."

Tristan manages a small smile as she glances towards the door. "So you know what happened to me."

Honey nods again, reaching over to grab the younger girl's hand gently. "I do, and I'm so sorry that happened to you. I can't even imagine what you've been through."

Tristan stays quiet as she looks up at Honey for a moment before looking down at their hands. "I don't know what to think anymore, Honey."

Honey frowns, reaching out to gently run her fingers over the girls soft golden brown hair. "What do you mean?"

"I remember it. Every minute of it." Honey's heart drops and she leans forward, hugging the smaller girl and being careful with the IVs and cords. Tristan sobs as she hugs her back, mumbling, "Mom wants to act like it didn't happen, but I know it did...didn't it?"

Honey nods, stroking her hair gently. "It did. You need to talk about it, Tristan, or you'll bottle it up inside and it will haunt you. Trust me, I know."

Tristan sniffles as she looks up at Honey, tears running down her cheeks. "How do you know?"

Honey sighs, looking into the girl's saddened blue eyes. "When I was about your age, I went to a party with some people I thought were my friends. We were having a great time until someone brought out some drugs. I took a pill, blacked out, and woke up with a guy on top of me trying to get my pants down. I couldn't move, the drugs were still affecting me. He..." Homey sighs, looking up at the ceiling to center herself before looking back at Tristan. "He noticed I was awake and decided my pants were too much trouble so he decided he was going to put it in my mouth first."

Tristan listens raptly, her eyebrows furrowed as her tears slowly stop. "Did he actually...?"

"He made me blow him but the drugs wore off before he could do anything else. I fought him off and ran." Homey sighs as she closes her eyes. "There was a point to me telling you that, okay?"

Tristan nods, wiping her eyes as she whispers, "What was the point?"

"I had nightmares for almost three years about that guy. I told someone about it yesterday, someone I love and trust, and I feel like a weight is gone. I feel like I'm finally getting over it." Honey hands Tristan a couple tissues to wipe her tears. "You need to talk to someone about it, no matter what your mom says."

Tristan nods slowly, wiping her eyes as she murmurs, "It was one of the guys from the fair. The fat guy dressed as a clown. He grabbed me on my way back to the ride, I was gonna meet mom and dad there. He-He dragged me into the woods and punched me. I couldn't fight him off. Honey, he was too big and he-" Honey rubs her back gently as she sobs again, burying her face in her new friends shoulder.

"I know, Tristan. It isn't your fault, he's a sick man and no one should have to go through that." She keeps her arms around Tristan's slim shoulders, letting her cry as much as she needs.

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Gemma and Honey meet back in Abel's room with Jax an hour later, both of them confirming the stories they had gotten.

Jax nods as he starts towards the door, "Fat asshole in the clown suit, got it."

Honey calls out just as he opens the door. "Jax?" At his questioning glance, she stares at him pleadingly. "Make him hurt."

He nods, walking out quickly, Honey looks up at Gemma and sighs. "I'm gonna head home, mom, I'm really tired."

"Okay, baby. I'll be home soon." Gemma kisses her forehead softly and Honey smiles as she walks out, glancing at Tristan's door as she notices the police standing around.

'Good, she talked. Maybe she'll heal."

She walks towards the elevator and gets on, frowning as Hale rushes in with her. "Woah, David, what's the rush?"

He stares at her, his jaw ticking in irritation. "Did Jax find out who the rapist is?"

She shrugs non committedly. "Hard to say really."

"Damn it, Honey, this is not a game! These are people's lives!"

She glares at him as the elevator opens to let them off. "Yeah, and I have done nothing to harm the lives of anyone who doesn't deserve it."

She walks out to the parking lot with Hale hot on her heels, only to laugh at him as he notices his slashed tires. "Too bad, Hale. Could've been a major case." She gets into her car and drives off towards her house, rubbing her tired eyes.

When she parks in the driveway and gets out, she yawns and then frowns seeing someone sitting on the front steps. She steps closer to see who it is and gasps when she sees Half Sack's bloodied mouth and bruised fists. "Oh my god, Kip! What happened?" She sits on the front porch step and gently examines his hands.

"Found the rapist and...shit, Honey, I don't know if I should be telling you this..." He watches her gently run her nail over the cuts on his hands to make sure there wasn't any debris in the wounds.

"I'll find out from Chibs eventually if you don't want to tell me." She shrugs and looks up at his lip, her hands cupping his cheeks so she can examine him. "Damn, must've been a hard right hook."

He nods, gently grabbing her wrists as he looks down at her. "Yeah, but I kicked his ass." He leans in and kisses her softly, stroking his thumb gently over the inner part of her wrist over the veins.

She kisses back gently, blushing softly as she murmurs against his lips, "Mom and Clay..."

"Won't be back for awhile, they're at the clubhouse catching up some of the paperwork from earlier." He pulls away to look into her eyes, biting his lip softly.

She smiles and stands up, dusting the dirt from the back of her jeans. "Well come inside then, let me clean your hands and check your mouth out."

He nods and lets her lead him into the downstairs bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub as he watches her flitter around gathering the first aid supplies as if she's done it a million times before. Noticing his gaze, she smiles and blushes as she sits on the toilet seat, leaning forward to examine his mouth, wiping the cut on his lip with an antiseptic wipe. "I've done this a few times, believe it or not."

He smiles, gently caressing her hip as she focuses on the small scrapes then turns her attention to his busted knuckles. "We found the guy...it was the fat clown at the dunking game." He shakes his head, looking down at his hands. "Jesus, Honey, he had scratches all over his stomach where she'd fought it..."

Honey swallows hard, looking up at him as she finishes cleaning his hands. "What did they do to him?"

Half Sack sighs and flexes his fist as she stands up and puts the supplies away. "Clay...cut his balls off. Let him bleed out."

Much to his surprise, she only nods. "Good, that sick fuck deserves it." He stands up and wraps his arms around her waist as she smiles tiredly up at him. "You forget, baby. I've been a part of this life a lot longer than you."

He nods and picks her up, kissing her neck gently as she wraps her legs around his waist. "You're tired baby. Let me take care of you."

She nods, laying her head on his shoulder without protest as he carries her to the stairs. "First door on the right."

He nods and carefully navigates his way into the bedroom, laying her gently on the bed. He stands up and begins with her feet, untying her sneakers and pulling them off, then her black socks, moving up to her jeans and tank top.

Honey lets him undress her, a soft smile on her lips as she watches him. He places a soft kiss on her stomach just above the orange lace waistband of her grey panties before leaning down to kiss her passionately. She wraps her arms around his neck, holding him against her as she runs her fingers over the smooth leather of his cut.

They stay like this for a few minutes, just kissing and touching gently, until Honey pulls away and smiles softly. "Lay with me baby...I'll lock my door and we can cuddle until my parents get home..."

He nods and smiles as he slips his cut off, laying his cut over the back of her desk chair. "Okay, Honey. But I can't stay all night."

She stands up in her bra and panties, smiling as she reaches over and locks the door. "Just give me a few hours."