I ONLY OWN MIKA

They waited, they paced the halls, the sight of one of the son's stomping down the hall was enough to keep everyone in their rooms, or somewhere out of their way. One by one the boys rotated outside to smoke, or just get some air.

Over the hours the various old ladies, wives and girl friends made at least an appearance at the hospital. Gemma was the one they all were hoping to avoid. She had been against the pairing of Opie and Mika from the beginning, and had voice her feelings more than once. Because of the life style Mika had chosen with the suicide girls, she felt Opie could do better. It wasn't that she didn't love the girl; she just couldn't handle the fact that she had photos of her naked self all over the internet and in magazines. Gemma's family pride was hurt by her actions.

After what seemed to be hours of on edge waiting, all through which Opie had sat un-moving with his head in his still bloody hands in one of the hard unforgiving chairs in the impersonal waiting room, Tara the doctor that had spent the hours working on her finally came out to give them some word of how Mika was doing.

Opie stood up at her approach; Tara had to look up at the tall man. She took his hands in her much smaller ones and looked him strait in the eye.

"She's gonna make it, she lost a lot of blood, from the accident and digging all the gravel and trash out of her back, the laceration in her thigh was so deep it nick the femoral artery, that's why she faded out on you at the accident scene, if you had not kept up the pressure on her leg she would have died, you saved her life, and due to the rare blood type she has, she is very lucky her father was here to supply the needed blood for the transfusion."

Opie looked at her in total confusion.

"Who's her father?" He asked.

"Tigger is her father." Said Tara.

"What? Wait Tigger is her Dad?" Said Opie in his still somewhat confused voice.

"She wants to see you, so come on." She said as she gently pulled on his hands.

"But first you have to get rid of the bloody mess you have all over you, I'll grab you some scrubs while you shower the blood off."

The room was dead silent as they watched their VP get towed away by Tara. As soon as they had went through the doors with DO NOT ENTER on them the room erupted in noise.

Jax stood up on the magazine table and whistled for everyone's attention, they all stopped in mid sentance and turned to look at their club president.

"All of you just contain your collective shit, this is their business and has no effect on the club, and in fact it just makes this unfortunate set of circumstance all the more hard for each of us to wrap our heads around." Said Jax as he looked each patch in the eye.

"I want some one on her door at all times, one of you downstairs to keep an eye out for any potential problems that may arise when our competition gets wind that we are occupied elsewhere and not focused on the business at hand. Work on 8 hour shifts, I'm heading to Opie's to grab him some clean clothes. We are family and we will make sure that Opie and Mika have everything they need to get through this mess."

Opie, had his shower with the ugly hospital soap, when he reached for a towel all he found was the small ones, he shook his head and thought I'm gonna need a few of these. He also found a set of green scrubs, and the stupid weird shoe cover things they all wore. He got dressed and headed down where Tara had pointed to him before he showered. He walked passed empty rooms till he found hers.

Tig was there, looking kinda pale. Opie just nodded at him and turned to see his girl in the huge bed, she looked so small. The bruises and road rash were evident, glaring in there ugly colors against her beautiful skin. Tig stood up somewhat shakily and put a hand on Opie's arm, "brother she's gonna make it." Opie looked at him and turned to give him the man half hug all the sons used, "thank you brother for what you did for her, no way I can ever repay you." Tig looked him in the eye and said, "she's my daughter, I never told on one, so no need to thank me brother." He clapped Opie on the back and returned to his seat.

Opie just stood and looked at her, in his mind he had prepared himself for her to be dead and gone. He had to change gears and as his dad Piney would have said, grow a dick and be a man. He took the few steps to her side and took her oh so small hand in his and brought it to his lips for a kiss. "I'm so sorry this happened baby, I'm here for you." Then he dragged the other chair over to the side of the bed, keeping her hand in his giant paw and once again perched on the hard plastic waiting for her to wake up so he could see her beautiful eyes and hear her voice, until then none of this was real for him.

Mika was having a really weird dream. She was in a park and there were flowers everywhere. She was dressed all in white. Suddenly it started raining. Mika tilted her head to the sky to feel the rain on her face. She ran her hands through her hair. There was a loud crack of thunder and Mika's eyes flew open.

Mika looked around and was horrified. The rain wasn't water. It was blood. Mika was covered in blood from head to toe. She screamed and all of a sudden Opie was shaking her and telling her to wake up. Mika sat straight up in bed and regretted it. Her back screamed in protest. Opie and Tig gently pushed her down on the bed.

"What happened?" Mika asked. Opie grabbed a glass and the pitcher and poured her a glass of water. Mika drank down it greedily. "What do you remember?" Opie asked her stroking her hair. "You had Happy put your crow on me and then we went for a ride to just be alone for a little bit?" Mika asked. "Then all I remember is trying to hang on to you and pain." Tig sat down on her bed. "There was an accident, the rear tire blew, you went off the back of the bike and it ended up on top of you. You have fuckin road rash all over your back and a deep cut on your thigh. Cave man here just landed on his ass. Why the hell didn't you tell me that you knew?" He asked. Mika shrugged. "I was going to tell you when we got back."

Tig nodded. "Does this mean everyone knows?" Mika asked. She knew from the looks on their faces that the answer was yes. "How pissed is Gemma?" Tig and Opie paled. "Wow, you know it's bad when the big bad bikers look scared." Mika said. "How were you able to keep her out of the room? Knock her over the head?" Mika asked. "Nah, we drugged her, just a little bit." Tig said. Mika snorted. "Sure you guys did, now what did you guys really do?" She asked Opie. "Well Clay just dragged her crazy ass home, and it wasn't easy." He said. Mika groaned.

THREE MONTHS LATER

Mika was all healed. The road rash had left scars. Happy was trying to come up with a tattoo that used the road rash scars, to replace her beloved stars. She missed her stars. She got those when she was seventeen. Gemma wasn't talking to Tig, Mika or her own sister. Mika didn't care. She finally had a relationship with her dad and she wasn't going to let Gemma's temper tantrum ruin it. Opie was moving in with her today and Mika wasn't allowed to help. Her leg was still giving her issues. Sometimes it went numb and she ended up on her ass. Tara had told her she had nerve damage and that would happen from time to time. Mika didn't mind. After all, this was her happy ending.