AN: Thank you to all of the recent people who have liked and followed the story. It makes me really happy to see that despite my crappy attendance, people still read it. This is a short one, I apologize.

Sore and bruised, Madison lumbered into Chib's dorm room where he had taken her and cleaned her up before asking if she was ok enough to shower. When she insisted that she was fine he finally left her to clean up and change. Nothing had been broken; a few minor bruised ribs, a split lip and a semi black eye. She had refused to look at herself in the mirror, not wanting to see what her mother and father would be freaking out about. With a soft sigh, the girl slid her shoes and tied her hair up in to a messy bun before exiting the room. Maddie had been so deep in her thoughts that she hadn't heard the yelling until she pretty much entered the bar. She found damn near half the club holding Jax back as Gemma clung to Clay, her eyes bouncing nervously between her son and the bald biker who stood seemingly without fear.

"I'll fucking kill you! That's my fucking sister you prick!" Jax lunged for Happy, somehow breaking hold of the bikers who had held him back. Within seconds he was throwing fists at the other club member, knocking the both of them to the floor. Madison ran forward, ignoring the pain in her side as she reached for her brother. Hands full of his cut, she pulled and tugged.

"Jax stop! I'm fine! Please, stop!" she yelled. Clay finally untangled himself from his wife and grabbed a hold of his son. Prying him off, Clay and Tig held Jax tightly. Madison stepped in front of him to block him from another attack.

"Oh my god..." Madison could see Jax's fist clench as he looked over her face.

"I am fine Jackson. I promise. It probably looks worse than it seems. I'm fine, I swear." She gave her brother a small smile.

"No. No fucking way. Madison you look like shit. Like..." She knew he was going to say that she looked like when she came running home that night but the words were swallowed up.

"He's teaching me Jax. To defend myself. If I had known then..." Again the words were gone. She leaned forward, kissed his cheek then turned to help Happy who still sat on the floor. Holding out her hand she waited for Happy to take it and climb to his feet.

"Take me home." She requested without really asking. Seeing it as an easy way out, for the time being, he nodded once and led her to the bike.

Not a word was spoken during the ride or even when they reached the house. Madison climbed off and removed the helmet before standing beside him, waiting for him to turn the bike off. After a few minutes of standing there Happy groaned and turned it off. He wasn't in the mood for her lectures or advice. He wasn't sure why she had stood up for him when he had pretty much beat the crap out of her.

He quietly followed her up the walkway and in to the house. Happy was a little surprised when Madison took his hand and pulled him to the bathroom downstairs and pushed him rather roughly to sit down on the closed toilet. Almost as if he knew better, he didn't protest and instead watched her as she opened the cabinet underneath the sink and produced a first aid kit.

"Ma says that cleaning supplies should never be kept in the bathroom, only in the kitchen and even then only under the sink in a low bucket kept for only that." She mumbled with a tiny smile. Happy didn't understand why she was even telling him but nodded anyway. Madison began to dig through the contents until she pulled out a butterfly stitch. Reaching up to the mirror he caught her grimace and his fist clenched. Almost too gently for the brutal biker, he stood and nudged her aside.

"What do you need?" He asked in almost a whisper.

"The peroxide and the neosporin."

"For what?" He snapped. Happy looked in the mirror and saw the "what" part of his question. He had a nasty gash on his eyebrow that would surely become infected if not treated. "It's nothing." But even as he spoke the words, he reached in and grabbed the requested items.

"What else?"

"I can get them."

"What else?" He asked again, this time a little rougher.

"Cotton balls. An ear swab." Madison conceeded. There was no point in arguing with him, she had learned that a while ago. She stood with her arms at her sides while he grabbed the items he asked for and placed them on the sink counter. Finally he sat back down and Madison sighed knowing this part was going to be a bitch. She popped open the peroxide and held the cotton balls against it as she tipped the bottle. Once they were doused in the liquid she bit down on her bottom lip she she touched it against his cut.

"Fucking hell!" He yelled and pulled away.

"Oh cut the shit Happy. You're a big, tough biker so act like it." she snapped at him. Grabbing hold of his chin she held his face as she did it again but this time was able to actually clean it. Happy had done as she said while she did this a few times, making sure it was clean. Putting a bit of the Neosporin on the ear swab she gently rolled the edge of it along the gash, coating it in the antibiotic. Quickly putting the butterfly bandaid on end of the cut, she did the other then tossed away the trash and turned to wash her hands.

"Why?" Happy asked, his eyes on the young woman standing beside him.

"What?" She didn't bother looking up.

"You know what little girl."

"Why did I clean you up after you effectively beat my ass in the ring?" Happy grunted and Madison finished washing up and finally faced him, drying her hands. "Because, that's what us Samcro women do. Simple as that." Madison tossed the towel on to the sink and turned to leave. Happy reached up and grabbed her by the elbow.

"You ain't Samcro Madison." His eyes held hers for a moment and Madison couldn't breath.

"Yea I am. It's in my blood whether I like it or not. I'm gonna end up marrying a member and become an Old Lady, maybe be Queen like my ma. It's my future even if I don't want it." Madison gave him a sad smile and he let her slip from his hand. He could hear her footsteps walk away to no sound before he heard the slider in the back open end close.

Not entirely knowing why he did, but he followed her a few moments later. She laid sprawled out on a lounge chair facing the sun her head propped by her shirt, leaving her in a sportsbra. Wordlessly, he took a seat on the one beside her, imitating her posture. It looked odd, a biker in work boots and jeans laying in the sun.

"You ain't destined for this life. It's too hard. It'll break ya or kill ya. You are gonna be something more." His voice was low. Low enough that if you hadn't been listening carefully you would have missed it.

"Thanks for the words Hap, but I know my place." Madison peeked out the side of her eye at the man laying next to her. He was tense, wasn't he always?

"Whatever." Madison closed her eyes and relaxed against the seat, letting the sun soak into her bruised skin. Happy was staring and she could feel it. She knew he was looking at all of the bruises he had left and it bothered her.

"Stop staring." She snapped with her eyes still closed.

"I really did a number on ya kid." Madison heard him shift in his seat. She felt his fingertips rake over her skin softly and she sucked in air. Opening her eyes, the young woman turned her head to face him. He was looking down at her exposed skin, fingers following the trails his eyes made. Happy had scooted to the edge of his chair, hunched at the knees. Madison watched his face as he touched each bruise softly, cursing under his breath.

"Hap, stop beating yourself up. I'm fine." He slowly looked up at her, his eyes not as hard as they usually are. She could see that was this was eating him up and it actually really bothered her. She sat up a little more and swung her legs over the side to face him. Happy had retracted his hand long enough for her to move before touching the bruise on her ribs again. Madison reached down and held his hand flat against her side, not letting him move. His eyes moved up to hers and held them there.

Madison instinctually moved forward and quickly pressed her lips against his. His hand moved from her side and tangled his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. Madison let him and moved her mouth faster over his. She could feel him growl against her mouth right before she felt his tongue begging to be let in. Slowly she opened her mouth to him and gasped when he probed her tongue with his. Happy lifted her and pulled her into his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. Maddie gripped the bac of his neck and kissed him harder.

The biker moved his lips down her neck and playfully nipped before returning to reclaim them. Suddenly Happy grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her back. They were both breaving heavily, just staring at each other for a few moments. With very little effort the biker put her back on her chair and stood. "This can't happen. Sorry kid, I'm just not...you're not for me." He rasped before stomping in to the house. Madison sat dazed for a moment before rushing after him. She caught him at the door, slamming it shut before he could leave.

"You are not doing this again Happy. You don't get to do something like that then decide you aren't interested and leave. I'm not a fucking toy." Her chest heaved, but not in estacy now, in anger.

"You're right. You aren't a toy which is why I'm telling you that I ain't interested. You'd be a quick fuck and that's it. You're the pres's kid which is why I can't. I don't do anything that fucking." Madison let her hand drop from the door as they stood there staring at each other.

"You have got to be kidding me..."

"Nope. I'm not interested. I gotta go." He swung the door open and closed it behind him. Madison stood there for a few seconds before she felt something inside of her crumble and she burst in to tears.