A/N: Haven't written one of these in a while. Hope he's not a forgotten character.

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Toecutter and his gang pulled into the parking lot of another no name gas station in the middle of the nowhere. He pulled his helmet off and shook out his hair.

"Bubba," he said softly, speaking to his second in command. "Do you know what today is?"

"Thursday," Bubba told him.

"Besides that," Toecutter said, looking off into the distance. "It's the anniversary of the day my heart was taken away from me."

Bubba shifted on his motorcycle. "Toecutter, it's been five years since Venom Angel was here. How long will you mourn her?"

"For an eternity…"

Toecutter motioned for his boys to dismount and then dismounted himself. He walked into the gas station and glanced around, taking in what could be of use to him and his boys on the road. The clerk behind the counter paled at the sight of him and the others. If he played his cards right, he would make it out of this alive.

But what of my Angel? What of the child she was carrying?

Toecutter headed back for where the water was kept in coolers and heard the sound of tiny running feet. A little boy with blond hair ran around a display of snacks and stopped in front of him, looking up at him with wide blue eyes. Toecutter stared down at him, feeling like there was something familiar about him. He couldn't place it and then he heard a voice.

"Damian, you little rascal, where'd you run off to?" a woman called out, appearing in the aisle of candy.

"Angel?" Toecutter asked, eyes widening in surprise.

The blonde stared at him like she was seeing him for the first time. She looked older and Toecutter had to remind himself that she had finally matured into full womanhood. Five years would do that to anyone. He himself was touched by time as much as she was.

"Toecutter?" she whispered, taking a step forward.

Toecutter crossed the distance between them in a few steps and embraced her, breathing in her scent. She still felt so small in his arms. His thoughts wandered back to the many times he'd been on the road with her, of when he held her in his arms all night long. How her bastard parents decided to take her away from him and across an ocean.

"Toecutter!" Angel snapped, smacking him on the chest. "Do you realize how long I've been looking for you across this damn country?"

Toecutter looked hurt. "Angel, pet, you know I've been looking for you since the moment you were taken away from me…"

"Well, you could have at least had the decency to stay in one spot so I could find you." She smacked him on the chest again. "I have looked literally everywhere for you and the others. The only thing I can do to keep up with you is to look at the flipping newspapers where you boys have been making a muck of things." Her blue eyes narrowed. "What kind of role model are you for your son if you're suddenly killing off patrols?"

"Son?" He reached out and put his hands on her stomach. "You had a boy."

Something clicked in his mind and he looked down. The little boy, the one that Angel had called Damian, was still staring up at him. Toecutter saw so much of his Venom Angel in him. But if he looked harder, he could see his features coming out in that small face.

Angel gestured at the boy. "Damian, this is your father…"

Damian moved closer and pointed down at Toecutter's foot. "Do you have a cut on your toe?"

"No, child," Toecutter said, slightly amused.

He noticed that Angel had her face in her hand. "Damian, that's not how biker names work…" she mumbled. She lowered her hand. "Your father earned that name in a fight, okay? And before you get any wise ideas, mister, you're not getting into a fight to earn your name. Not on my watch. Understand?"

Damian scuffed the toe of his boot on the floor and looked at his mother's stomach. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," Angel said before looking back at Toecutter. "And don't you dare try to bring him into your going after patrols business. I remember you being better than that."

"Years haven't been kind to us, Angel," Toecutter commented, shaking his head. "When you were taken, my heart was as well…" He smiled. "It has returned now, so all is well. We can be a family again. Bubba has missed you so much."

"I missed him too," Angel said, handing her son some money to pay for the drinks that he pointed at. "I missed all of you when I was over in the States." She put a hand through her hair. "My folks, they drove me absolutely batshit crazy. All these rules and they tried to get me to sign my rights to the child away to someone that didn't even matter. But as soon as I got old enough and enough money saved up, I left them with Damian…I came home."

Toecutter escorted her through the gas station, his hand at her back. He tried not to let his mind wander back to the fact that he hadn't had any sexual interaction with anyone since she had left. It was all he could not to pull her to the side and make love to her.

Be patient. There will be time for that later.

Damian darted ahead of them and jumped onto his toes in front of the clerk at the cash register. He looked in awe at all the bikers that were swarming around the area.

"Mama, look!" he exclaimed, pointing.

"I see," Angel said, smiling. "Damian, this is our found family. Don't you remember me telling you about them every night at bedtime?"

Damian nodded.

"Well, guess what? We've found them. We're home."

The little boy let out a loud cheer and ran up to the nearest biker, who happened to be Bubba and started talking very quickly. Bubba looked at him with rapt attention, humoring the little boy. Toecutter knew that the boy would quickly become a favorite of everyone in the gang.

His attention was taken away from his son when Angel smacked him on the chest again. "What is it, pet?"

"After all these years and you haven't given me a kiss yet," she said, rolling her eyes.

Toecutter broke into a smile and cupped her face between his hands, brushing his lips against hers. The sweetness of her lips made his heart warm and he kissed her with more force. She was right. This was home. Where they could be a family and no one, not even the patrols, could pull them apart.

Forgive me, Venom Angel…

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A/N: Short, I know. I tried. Thanks. - Scarlet