Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or anything else associated with the franchise. All that beautiful goodness comes from its creators. Thank you
Note: Should have put this in the first chapter that this story spans from season 1 up to the beginning of season 4. Please pay close attention to the dates as they will jump around in time, I made them in bold in hopes they will be easier to notice. Story is rated M for mature themes, language and sexual content.
Note 2: I know that the time line doesn't add up well in the show, so I adhere to my own timeframe to make it work…hopefully
September 9th 2008
"Hey, is he going to be okay?" Jax's voiced called out making Tara stop.
She turned around towards the approaching blonde who had a concern look on his face. Her frown turned up into a small smile to deliver the good news about Abel, "Yeah so far he is going to be fine."
"That's amazing, thank you!" Jax whispered pulling her into a hug.
She responded gently by returning the hug before slowly pulling back. Looking up at him, her heart skipped a beat at the look in his eyes. They stared at one another for a moment before she took a step back,
"He made it through the surgery. He will have to spend some weeks in the NICU, but it looks good."
Jax reached up to stroke Tara's arms, "That's great. I don't know how to thank you."
"You don't have to thank me Jax."
He smiled down at her before turning to walk away to go check on his son. Tara watched him for a second knowing she had to tell him sooner or later, "Jax!"
He stopped turning back around to face her as she walked forward towards him.
"I don't know how to say this," Tara started looking up at Jax with nervous eyes.
His brow furrowed, "What is it?"
She took a deep breath, "It's none of my business, but I saw your girlfriend getting rather intimate with another guy in the stairwell last night."
Jax cocked his head to the side with a confused look, "My girlfriend?"
"Your girlfriend, the dark-haired woman you were sitting with in the waiting room." Tara replied with her own equally confused look. Puzzled by the way Jax had responded.
A deep throated laugh escaped him, "She's not my girlfriend."
"What?" Tara blinked.
Jax laughed again, "Who was it? Juice or Tig?"
She just continued to stare at him in confusion. He held his hand shaking his head to keep her from answering, "Never mind you don't have to answer that."
"It was in a public place, so it had to be Tig," he chuckled before looking down at Tara with concern, "God don't tell me you saw his bare ass? Because that is a sight you don't want to see."
"No, you couldn't see anything like that." Tara smirked shaking her head.
"And the girl is Clary Winston," Jax grinned, "Opie's little cousin, moved out here six years ago."
"Opie's cousin? I didn't know he had one." she answered with a look of relief.
"Piney's brother had a bit of bad blood with him for a while so we never really talked about her back then. But she's here now and part of our family."
"I'm sorry, I just wasn't sure." she whispered with a slight blush to her cheeks.
"Hey don't worry about it. Thanks for looking out for me. I'll see you around." he smiled before turning and heading towards the NICU.
Tara watched him walk away; relieved that there wasn't anything going on with him and that woman at least.
Three days later Tara was heading to the NICU to check on Abel when she turned a corner stopping as she caught sight of Clary and Gemma standing outside the window of Abel's room. Clary was holding a dark-haired toddler in her arms who was pointing at the window babbling about the baby she could see in the incubator. Both Clary and Gemma were smiling at the little girl as they talked.
She took a deep breath as she walked towards the two imitating women, "Ladies."
The pair turned towards her; Gemma with a dark glare while Clary had a friendly smile. Tara smiled back at the younger woman hoping to at least to get one woman in the SOA family to somewhat like her.
"Hello, I'm Doctor Tara Knowles." Tara chirped making Gemma scoff.
Clary ignored Gemma's annoyance as she shifted the little girl in her arms before holding out her hand, "Clara Winston."
The toddler stared at her with warm brown eyes making noises as she studied the unfamiliar woman. Clary smiled looking between the girl and Tara, "This is my daughter Josie."
"Hi Josie," Tara smiled, "And how old are you?"
"Two." Josie squeaked holding up two pudgy fingers making both women laugh.
"I'm going to go check on my grandson." Gemma's rough voice cut into the conversation.
Tara and Clary watched as Gemma stomped her way into the NICU room leaving them alone. Clary glanced over at Tara as she stared after Gemma with an annoyed look. Leaning closer towards the doctor Clary whispered, "Don't worry about her."
"I wasn't." she responded rather hastily.
Clary chuckled, "Your eyes and body language say otherwise."
Josie stared adorably at Tara making the doctor forget about Gemma. Clary looked between her baby and the doctor with a smile, "She seems to like you."
Tara smiled at the little girl who giggled loudly before burying her face in the crook of Clary's neck. The women chuckled at the baby's sweet gesture. Clary glanced through the window to see Gemma standing next to the incubator glaring at them. Before she could do anything the phone in her pocket started to vibrate. Shifting Josie in her arms again Clary pulled her phone out.
Swiping the screen Clary read over the text message before clicking the phone off. She held the device in the air for a second for Gemma to see before turning back to Tara.
"It was nice meeting you Tara. I'm sure I'll see you around." Clary smiled heading down the hallway.
"Bye!" little Josie shouted waving back at the doctor and Gemma.
Tara smiled waving at the little girl as they disappeared around the corner.
Donna slammed her small amount of groceries on the counter with a growl. She glared at Clary whom was sitting at the kitchen table with a raised eyebrow.
"Gemma has some nerve." Donna announced standing on her toes to glance into the living room to see the top of Ellie and Josie's heads, so she knew to keep the language to a minimum. She could also hear the distant sounds of a video game being played coming from Kenny's bedroom.
Clary stared at her with a knowing grin holding up her phone, "Already heard all about it."
"Jesus aren't you two just two peas in a pod." she huffed as she started pulling the groceries out of the bags.
"So I take it you aren't coming to family dinner?" Clary grinned.
Donna glared at her again shoving a carton of eggs into the fridge. She walked back over to counter sighing, "I'll be at family dinner with my family, right here."
Clary raised her hands in surrender for a few seconds before dropping her arms. She turned her head looking over the table to see what was going on in the living room. Her eyes landed on Ellie who was deeply focused of painting Josie's toes. The toddler was staring at the action with a look of interest and delight.
"She's got everyone wrapped around her little finger." Donna's voice filtered from the kitchen.
Turning Clary could see Donna leaning over the counter watching the girls, "She just naturally knows how to work people."
"Gee, I wonder where she got that from." Donna replied cheekily.
Clary turned with a look of innocence, "I don't have any idea of what you mean."
"Oh, please you have all the club members eating out of the palm of your hand. I've even seen you sway Gemma's opinion and she's the most stubborn person out of the whole bunch." Donna pointed out.
"I'm just easy to get along with." Clary retorted.
Donny smiled slyly, "Or just easy."
"Bitch," Clary hissed.
"Language!" Donna laughed grabbing a roll of paper towels and chucking them across the room at her. Clary easily caught them and stuck her tongue out at her.
"Do you want me to watch Josie tonight then?" she asked giving Clary a knowing look, "So you can enjoy yourself."
"Thanks, but don't worry about it. Gemma has been getting grumpy that she can't cuddle her grandson so taking Josie away will just add fuel to the fire." Clary replied from her seat looking back over to the girls.
"Don't want to piss off the Queen." Donna grumbled.
"We're here!" Clary announced walking into Gemma's kitchen with Josie on her hip. She caught sight of two of the long-term crow eaters already working on food prep.
Gemma dropped the potato she had been peeling and walked towards Clary with outstretched arms, "Let me take that sweet baby."
"Gem!" Josie squealed waving her arms wildly towards her.
Clary quickly handed Josie over and glanced to see one of the blonde crow eaters heading over to the potatoes to take over Gemma's work. She walked forward holding out her hand, "Don't worry Sarah I got it."
The blonde nodded and smiled turning to head back to whatever she had been working on. Clary picked up the knife and started to peel the forgotten potato that Gemma had discarded. As she peeled, she looked over to see Gemma sitting at the table holding a book and Josie in her lap. Josie was gripping Gemma's arm as she stared at the kids' book in delighted wonder.
"Can I give you a hand Clary? I finished working on the salad already," a voice suddenly spoke next to her.
Clary turned to see the other crow eater this one a red head standing next to her, "Sure Lexie."
She tossed the peeled potato she had finished into the pot as Lexie grabbed a second peeler out of a drawer. The two women chatted as they worked and when all the potatoes were peeled Clary carried the heavy pot over to the shove.
"Would you like me to get you a drink Clary?" Sarah voiced called from behind her as Clary turned the burner on.
"Absolutely! Thanks Sarah."
A few hours and a few drinks later the women could hear motorcycles pulling into the drive way as they were setting the table. Clary had just finished setting up the high chair and was trying to get the cranky toddler into the chair when the door swung open.
The men's loud voices filled the house as they piled through the door. There were shouts of thanks as the crow eaters handed out beers pointing them in the direction of the table to take a seat. Clary had just gotten Josie's legs into the high chair when Juice's voice could be heard greeting Gemma. The second she heard him Josie threw her hands into the air smacking Clary in the face as she shouted, "DADDY!"
Her little body weight had shifted backwards tipping the high chair back suddenly that Clary had to quickly grab it to keep it from falling over with the roaring child in it.
"There's my little princess!" Juice smiled dodging around his fellow brothers to the squealing child.
Clary huffed and plopped down into her chair as Juice pulled Josie out of hers. The little girl threw her arms around Juice's neck squeezing him tightly making his smile grow even larger. A sound of a chair moving next to her made Clary turn to see an arm stretched out setting down a new glass of bourbon on the table before her. She glanced up to see Chibs smiling as he took the seat next to her.
"Thank you," Clary sighed in appreciation turning towards him as she picked up the glass.
Juice took the other seat next to the high chair with Josie still clinging to him. He knew he should have put her back in her seat, so she could eat her dinner, but he enjoyed all these little moments he didn't get to experience every day.
"Want me to fix you a plate since you got your hands full baby?" Gemma asked walking up behind him.
"That would be great, thanks Gem." he smiled as Josie tugged on one of his ears.
Clary glanced over her shoulder to check on the two before turning her attention back to Chibs. She took a sip of her drink savoring the taste for a second, "Did everything get taken care of?"
"Aye," Chibs nodded sipping his beer, "A lot of shite the last few days. But it's all 'andled."
"No thanks to Tig." Clary smiled.
Chibs shook his head with a grin, "His dick about caused us some problems. Don't get it sometimes."
"He is never one to turn down a threesome." she laughed finishing her drink.
"Want me to get ya another?" Chibs asked reaching for her glass.
Clary reached out resting her hand on his arm, "Don't worry about it. I've already had enough."
"Alright love." Chibs grinned picking his own drink back up.
"Momma look." Josie's excited voice called out.
Clary turned to see Josie's holding up a fork like she had found some sort of priceless treasure. She smiled pushing the high chair back, so she could move her chair closer to Juice.
"Are you eating or just playing?"
"She's eating," Juice smiled lifting up a spoon with mashed potatoes on it, "Come on Jo open up."
"I do it." Josie shouted dropping the fork and grabbing the spoon.
She shoved the spoon into her mouth making anyone who was watching her laugh. Juice peaked around her tiny little frame, "She gets that stubbornness from you."
"Just a normal toddler attitude," Clary retorted, "We're all just servants to her little majesty's demands."
"And we happily serve." Bobby chuckled from behind them as he reached between them holding out a cookie.
"Cookie!" Josie shouted happily ripping it out Bobby's hand.
She immediately shoved part of it in her mouth and with the other hand reached out grabbing a hold of Bobby's sleeve. Her eyes shined adorably up at him as she gnawed on the sweet.
"Come on man," Juice sighed, "She only ate half her dinner."
Bobby held his arms out, "Come on sweet heart there is more where that came from."
Josie leaned away from Juice to hop into Bobby's awaiting arms as she pointed to the kitchen.
"Cookies!" her little voice demanded.
Juice looked over to Clary with slumped shoulders, "I tried."
Clary smiled leaning against him as she reached out to grab her fork to stab a piece of broccoli on her plate. Her other hand reached down to squeeze Juice's thigh, "Don't worry about it."
He nodded before turning towards the remaining food on his plate, shoving his face finally now that his hands were free. It didn't go unnoticed to him that Clary's hand was still squeezing his thigh as he glanced over towards her. She was talking to Luann from across the table as she picked at her plate with her other hand. Smirking to himself he continued eating, filling up on Gemma's delicious meat loaf.
Juice cut off his bike and pushed it into the driveway before Clary could park her jeep. He leapt up dropping his helmet onto the seat of his dyna then walked over to her jeep as she was climbing out. Opening the back door, he caught sight of Josie already asleep her mouth hanging wide open. A chuckle escaped him as he unbuckled her from the car seat and pulled her out.
Once she was safe in his arms he headed for the front door as Clary grabbed the baby bag out of the back seat and slammed the door shut. Turning she went to the front door to unlock it and hold it up for Juice to make his way into the house. She stood in the doorway watching Juice carry their daughter to her bedroom to tuck her in for the night.
Juice smiled as he placed his little girl into her crib and pulled the blanket up around her, so she would be warm. He watched her sleep for a minute before walking backwards to stand in the doorway. Her soft little snores filled the air making his goofy grin widen.
He was only standing in the doorway of his daughter's bedroom for a moment when he felt Clary's hands slip around his waist. His breath hitched when her hands started unfastening his belt, he could feel her face pressed into his back.
Turning around he caught her hands in his, raising them up to his shoulders before bending down to lift her off the ground. She circled her arms around his neck, wrapping her legs over his hips as he carried her to her bedroom. Leaning forward she pressed her lips to his and he responded, kissing her hard. As he dropped her to the bed, he began tugging her clothes off her, earning a few giggles in the process. The second he had her pants pulled off he was on his knees worshipping the gorgeous woman before him
February 18th 2005
The party was in full swing when Clary pulled into the TM parking lot late that Friday evening. She parked her jeep, hoping out heading towards the large group of people hanging around outside. Before she even turned the corner, she could hear a boxing match going on.
She caught sight of Chibs punching the shit out of one of the brothers from Tacoma. The crowd around them cheered and as she approached, she first noticed Tig watching the match with his arm wrapped around a blonde crow eater. She could see him whispering something into her ear before shouting along with the other guys as Chibs dodged a punch.
Glancing to her right she could see Gemma coming towards her. Turning in her direction she held up her arms to give the woman a hug. Gemma enclosed her with a tight grip, "When did you get home baby?"
"Got off the plane in Oakland about two hours ago," Clary answered returning the tight grip.
"Six weeks this time," Gemma remarked staring down at her, "I hate when you're gone that long. It leaves me with only the crow eaters."
Clary's eyebrow rose, "What about Wendy?"
"Druggie daughter in laws rate about the same," Gemma quipped with an eye roll.
"I'm going to grab a drink." Clary replied hugging Gemma one more time.
Gemma squeezed her tightly, "You go do that baby."
Before heading into the clubhouse Clary made her way over to Tig who was now cupping the blonde's ass. She stepped up next to him placing her hand on his arm to get his attention. His head quickly snapped to the side looking down at her, "Clary, baby your back."
"Just saying hi Tig," Clary smiled leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek. She turned heading for the clubhouse door, but not before she pinched his ass making him jump.
"Hey!" he jumped making the blonde giggle and Clary gave him a wink over her shoulder as she disappeared through the doorway.
Clary glanced around the room taking note of some of the visiting Nomads and Tacoma boys hanging out with various old and new crow eaters. Sitting across the room on a couch was Jax smoking a cigarette talking to some blonde she had seen around there a few times. Shaking her head, she sauntered forward towards the couch stopping just right in front of them.
Jax's eyes brightened, "Clary your home!"
She smiled at Jax and then glared at the blonde who immediately jumped to her feet to scurry off to find some other dick to attach onto. He laughed as she dropped down taking the spot the blonde had vacated. She hadn't even spoken to Jackson before Sarah came walking over from the bar bringing her a bourbon.
"Here you go Clary." Sarah smiled handing her the glass.
"Thanks Sarah," Clary grinned tipping the glass to her before turning to face Jax, "Where's the misses?"
"Probably shooting up with her friends somewhere." Jax frowned as he took a hit off his cigarette.
Clary took a sip of her drink leaning onto Jax's arm, "How have things been going on around here?"
"It's been fine, same old story. I visited Ope last week he's doing fine, but I tried to visit Donna and she isn't answering the door. You're going to have to go check on her." Jax breathed sipping his beer and looking over at her, "How was your trip?"
"Oh it went just peachy," Clary answered shrugging her shoulders, "lots of people screaming…. you know getting exciting about placing bets."
"I would like to see you in action one day," Jax chuckled.
"Nah you would find it too boring." Clary giggled pushing against him.
As they set there talking Clary looked up when she noticed Happy walking over to them. She shoved her drink into Jax's hand before leaping up from her seat and jumping into Happy's arms when he got close, "Hap!"
"Bear," Happy huffed squeezing her.
She held onto him, "How's your mom doing?"
"Some bad days a few weeks ago, but she's fine now."
"I'm going to go see her next week, so let me know if there is anything you want me to take to her." Clary said. Happy nodded giving her another hug.
It took a full minute before he let her go and Clary stepped back dropping back onto the couch pulling Happy along with her. She found herself nestled between the two men and she reached out slapping them on their thighs in affection.
"Hey," Jax laughed pushing her into Happy who in turned pushed her back at Jax.
Clary giggled grabbing her drink back out of Jax's hand and taking a sip. As she lowered her glass her eyes fell upon an unfamiliar muscular guy wearing a Red Wood Prospect kutte. He was shorter than most of the other Sam Crow members, probably a year or two older than her. His black hair was shaved into a mohawk with a pair of lightening tattoos on his skull on either side of the strip of hair.
"What's with the guy with the goofy tats?" Clary questioned gesturing her hand in his direction.
Jax turned his head and laughed, "That's Juice, he started prospecting about four weeks ago."
"Juice, seriously?" Clary continued to giggle this time at the name.
She watched him flirting with some girl with two toned colored hair who seemed to be digging his vibe. Clary's eyes ranked over him one more time before an impish grin appeared on her lips. She turned to Jax the grin transforming into a sweet smile, "You know Jax my jeep could use a good wash and detail."
Hap's laugh from next to her made her giggle again as Jax's eyes let up with humor. He turned away from his companions to shout, "Prospect!"
The group watched as the prospect's head snapped to the side in their direction, his eyes wide at the call. He stumbled forward almost falling over as he ran up to them. His eyes flickered from Jax to her and then back to Jax, "Yes Jax?"
"There's a black jeep outside needs washed and detailed." Jax announced with a serious face.
The prospect looked at him in confusion with raised eyebrows, "Are you serious? It's like 11 at night and 45 degrees outside."
"Black jeep," Clary repeated tossing him her keys.
He caught them but continued to stare at them confused. Hap leaned forward glaring, "You heard them prospect."
"Ok then." Juice sighed gripping the keys tightly as he smacked his hands together. He turned away from them heading for the door giving the girl he had been talking to a frown. The second he left the clubhouse the three on the couch busted out laughing.
"Oh man that was great." Jax said in one ear as Hap smirked into her other, "Nice one."
It was almost one am when Juice walked back into clubhouse, his clothes slightly wet from washing the jeep and he gripped the keys tightly in his hand. He glanced at the couch to see only Jax and the blonde he had been talking to earlier sitting there. His eyes moved around the room looking for the owner, he spotted her sitting at the bar talking to three guys from Tacoma.
He admired her for a moment before rolling his shoulders back and walking towards her. He approached the group holding up her keys letting her know he had finished the task. She glanced over to him then turned back to the men standing around her. He was close enough to hear when she said, "We can continue this conversation some other time."
Juice watched surprised as the three men nodded before shuffling away, the only lady he had seen with that kind of authority around here was Gemma. The woman looked back towards him holding her hand out for the keys. He walked forward setting them in her hand.
She gripped them with one hand and patted the stool next to her with the other, "Have a seat."
Juice glanced around the room and took note that no one was paying them any attention. Stepping forward he slid onto the stool facing her. She tapped her fist on the bar and Sarah immediately approached them setting an open beer on the counter for him and pouring the woman some more amber liquid.
"You're the best Sarah," she spoke, and Juice nodded his head in thanks.
She then turned back to him with a smile holding out her hand again, "Clary."
Juice returned the smile and shook her hand, "Juice."
"So what's your story Juice?" Clary asked.
He ran a hand over his head as his knee started to bounce up and down nervously, "I'm from Queens. Moved out to Seattle a few months ago and met the MC up there."
"How did you end up here?"
"The guys have done a few runs up that way the last two months. Got along with them and when Clay asked if I wanted to prospect, I thought it would be a good idea."
"Why move to Seattle in the first place?"
"Moved out there with some friends, I'm good with computers so I thought it would be easy to get a job out there."
"No luck?"
Juice blinked and shook his head, "Nah I found a good job. But I couldn't handle the mundane corporate life."
"You got fired, didn't you?" Clary grinned with a knowing look.
He blushed, "Yeah."
Clary giggled sipping her drink as she stared at him. Juice's blush deepened, and his eyes moved over what visible flesh of hers was exposed. It confused him that he didn't see any sign of a crow or any tattoo on her skin.
"Problem Juice?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No…" he stuttered shaking his head, "I was just trying to see if you had a crow."
"I'm not an old lady."
It was Juice's turn for a raised eyebrow, "Are you a…."
"Not a crow eater either." Clary quipped.
A puzzled look spread across his features making her laugh this time rather than giggle. She set her drink down on the bar smiling at him, "I'm Piney's niece."
"Oh," Juice set up straight a look of understanding in his eyes, "Your family."
Clary slid closer to him, "Worried I was someone's mistress?"
"No, no I didn't think you were. I saw you walk in, but you went straight for…" he trailed off as she leaned towards him. His back straightened as she bent forward giving him a perfect view of her cleavage. He gulped squeezing his beer so tightly it might break in his hand.
Her left hand moved forward slipping past his knee and landing on top of his thigh. She watched as his eyes immediately filled with desire and his cheeks burned brightly. Clary slipped off her stool stepping forward between his legs and she could feel him go ridged.
Both her hands were on the tops of his thighs squeezing softly as she looked up at him with a seductive smile. Leaning forward she pressed her breasts into his chest and moved her lips from his chin up along his jaw to his ear, "What's your real name, Juice?"
His body shuttered, and his voice suddenly became husky, "Juan Carlos Ortis."
Her hands were moving along his thighs heading further north and Juice was growing harder by the second. His head turned to look around the room suddenly nervous that his current situation was going to get him in trouble. He glanced over to Jax, noticing the blonde man staring at them with a wide grin. Jax nodded and winked giving Juice the go ahead.
"You done getting approval, Juan?" Clary whispered into his ear.
Juice blinked wondering how in the hell she had picked up on that when he didn't even feel her move. She squeezed his thighs again, "Which one is your room?"
"Four," he answered.
She grabbed his left hand before turning and pulling him along to the hallway that led to the dorms. He followed, his brain trying to comprehend what this beautiful woman was doing with him. There wasn't much time to ponder it before they had reached the door to his room. She pushed it open, stepping in and pulling him behind her.
Juice had barely made it into the room when she turned pushing him against the door making it slam closed, "Oh fuck."
Clary's hand slipped past him to lock the door as she stared up at him. She kept her body pressed against his and with a seductive smile she asked, "What are you waiting for?"
He barely registered her words, only fed off her actions as he leaned forward swiftly pressing his lips to hers. She quickly responded to the kiss as her hands moved to the top of his t-shirt and with a surprisingly amount of strength, she ripped the shirt open.
Juice broke the kiss blinking in surprise, "Holy shit."
She smiled running her fingers down his chest and along his abs to his belt buckle which she quickly unfastened. After undoing his belt, she took a step back grabbing the bottom of her shirt and lifting it up over her head before throwing in behind her.
He watched her as she turned away from him, her hands moving to her waist as she unbuttoned her pants. He gulped when she glanced over her shoulder at him as she moved her pants down past her hips before leaning forward pushing them down to her feet.
Rising she stepped out of her jeans turning around to face him in nothing but her bra and underwear. She raised her hand up beckoning him forward. He rushed towards her slamming his lips back down on hers as he pushed her onto his bed.
Clary looked down at her phone seeing it was just a bit shy of six am as she pulled the door closed behind her. Juice had eventually passed out after several rounds of fucking and once he was out Clary had slipped out of the bed. It didn't matter where or who she spent her time with, she didn't stay or let them stay the night.
The club house was quiet as she made her way down the hallway into the main part, heading for the exit. Her eyes moved around looking at all the bodies passed out around the room. She noticed Tig passed out on top of the pool table with the blonde she had seen him with earlier. She could also make out Happy on the floor with a red head sleeping on him.
Her eyes continued to move over the room and eventually they landed on Chibs who was asleep on a couch with the two-toned colored hair girl she had seen Juice talking to earlier. She froze, staring at them with a frown as she gripped her fist.
A loud grunt coming from some sleeping form behind the bar brought her out of her thoughts. She glared at the sleeping pair before quickly making her way to the door shoving it open and letting it slam shut as she left.