RECAP: "Miss, why don't you stop for today? You've done an amazing job cleaning the clubhouse already. The kitchen can wait." The older prospect stated
"It needs to be cleaned." She replied
"Yes Ma'am. But it can wait until tomorrow. No one will notice. You need to lay down." The newer prospect said
She wanted to fight them on it. She wanted to clean the kitchen. It needed a good scrubbing desperately. The two guys were adamant she go lay down. It was getting to be late afternoon and the bikers would be back at any moment. The newer Prospect went to dump the mop bucket and cleaning buckets for her as the other one began to put away all her new cleaning supplies in their supplies closet.
She laid down and within a few minutes, was fast asleep. Even though she didn't want to admit it, she had worn herself out. About an hour or so after she had went back to her dorm the Sons returned to the clubhouse. Things had gone quite well and everyone was in good spirits. Most didn't notice the cleaner clubhouse. Gemma had returned as well and was sitting in her office. The two prospects got to work getting drinks for everyone as they came in.
The next day while everyone was out either working in the garage or out doing club business, she got to cleaning the kitchen. Gemma had instructed the prospects to help her with whatever she wanted. Gemma didn't quite know what the girl was up to and it intrigued her. Lilia had the guys move everything that could be moved out into the clubhouse so she could do another sweeping and mopping. With the prospect's help it didn't' take her long.
Once the floors were clean, she began to clean up the refrigerator, stove & oven, and other appliances. The counters were next for a good scrubbing and then the walls. Although she hadn't done as much as she did the previous day, she still wore herself out so much that the newer prospect was helping her back to her dorm. Tig walked in, as it was lunchtime, to check on her. He frightened the young man as he yelled and no matter what he told the SAA, Tig continued to yell. Until he began to hear her wheezing.
Tig helped her back into her dorm as the prospect went to fetch Chibs as he was instructed. The SAA was worried about her especially since he hadn't heard her wheezing like that. Chibs entered her room with his medical kit. The Scotsman didn't like the sound of her wheezing either. After listening to her lungs, he concluded that she wasn't developing bronchitis or pneumonia. He gave her a shot of a muscle relaxer to help ease her breathing. Tig sat on the edge of her bed for a few minutes to make sure she quit wheezing and that she'd be alright.
"Tigger, what could she 'ave done to make 'er wheeze like dat?" Chibs quietly questioned
"I don't know. But I intend on finding out!" Tig exclaimed
Chibs was quite good at reading people. Tig would never admit it but he was getting a bit attached to the young woman he was charged with taking care of. Once Tig was satisfied she was going to be OK, he left her room to go find out what had happened to her. He grilled everyone but no one knew anything. The Prospects weren't going to say anything. They figured he knew she had been cleaning. Unable to find out anything, he grabbed himself a bottle of Jack Daniels and headed to his own dorm room.
Clay sat back with Gemma and watched Tig.
"We're going to need her room soon. Where should we put her?" Clay quietly asked his wife
"With Tigger." Gemma immediately replied
"Are you serious?!" Clay exclaimed, unbelieving what his wife just said
Chibs sat down with them and joined the conversation.
"Aye. He looks after 'er an' she does what he says. Why wouldn't you put 'er in 'is room?" Chibs asked
"I don't think he's going to like that arrangement very much." Clay stated
"He'll either be fine with it or he'll get over it. She is his to look after." Gemma said confidently
"I don't think 'e'll have a problem wit it. He cares fer 'er, yeh know." Chibs added in
Clay wasn't so sure but he would talk with Tig in the morning. They did need the room she was in. Yes, Tig would do it because Clay told him too. Even if he didn't like it. Clay wasn't sure this timid girl would ever fit in with the Club like Gemma or even some of the Sweet-butts. She did what Tig told her too. The Patriarch found it odd how quickly she had taken to his Sgt-At-Arms. Knowing how she had been treated, though, it made sense that she would take to Tig.
The next morning when she awoke she was surprised to discover she had slept so long. She entered the clubhouse and found quite a lot of people passed out around the room. The elder prospect told her she shouldn't clean much today because Tig was worried about her wheezing. He proceeded to tell her what happened after everyone returned to the clubhouse and how Tig had reacted. It confused her as to why this man seemed to so worried about her. She was merely property, after all!
He poured her a cup of coffee as Clay and Gemma entered the clubhouse. The Prez made the prospects go fetch Tig. They were a bit afraid of doing so but disobeying a direct order from the President was worse than what Tig would do for waking him so early. The newest prospect knocked on his door and anxiously awaited an answer. A few minutes later he knocked again. Tig whipped the door open and shoved the young man so hard he fell backwards knocking into the other prospect before hitting the floor.
"Clay wants you now." The elder prospect stated before getting up off the ground and scurrying back into the main clubhouse
Tig reluctantly made his way into the main clubhouse. Gemma was sitting at the bar with Lilia having a cup of coffee. Clay motioned him over to where they were at. The SAA couldn't help but wonder what was going on. As Tig made his way over to the bar, Clay turned back to the two ladies. The prospect slid a cup of coffee over to Tig.
"Listen, we need the girl's room. So we're going to have to move her around somewhere." Clay stated, getting right to the point
Lilia looked at him with a confused expression. Where would she go? What would she do? She had never been out on her own before!
"Where the fuck is she going to go? She can't be out on her own!" Tig exclaimed
"Relax, Tigger. Clay wants to move her into your room." Gemma stated making Lilia gasp in shock
"What? Are you crazy?" Tig stated
"We need the room she's in. Obviously she can't live on her own just yet. She's still under protection of the club. The only logical place to put her is in your room." Clay explained
Tig looked over to the young girl and sighed. She was his charge. Feeling like she was a burden, she quickly looked down. She wasn't wanted she knew that. Why would any of these bikers want her around? She was worthless. All she was doing was making Tig's life worse.
"Come on, girl. Let's go move your stuff into my room." She finally heard Tig say
Clay and Gemma watched as she immediately looked over to where Tig was as if she didn't believe him. He smiled at her before she slid off her stool leaving her half-empty coffee cup and their companions behind. She silently walked behind Tig to her room to gather her meager belongings. It didn't take long since most of her belongings had been thrown out. Once she had everything she owned, she followed her guardian down the hall to his room. It was filthy and she knew she would have to give it a good scrubbing the first chance she got.
"It's not much but its home." He laughed
She merely looked around the dirty room. He told her to make herself at home while he tried to procure a bigger bed for them to sleep on. All she could do was nod. Tig exited the room and headed back into the main clubhouse. The dorm rooms were quite big. There was plenty of room for him and her to share his room. The bed he was sleeping on was a full. It would be too small for them to share. Clay was still at the bar with Gemma. Tig approached them and said he needed to go get a bigger bed. Clay laughed but Gemma only smiled.
Clay allowed him to take one of their vans and a prospect with him as he went in search of a new bed. Gemma told him she would go get new bedding for them which made Juice laugh. Tig's glare didn't stop the Intel Officer from laughing. The Queen Bee also wanted to get the girl some new clothes as well so she didn't mind getting new bedding. She knew Tig could desperately use it! While Tig was gone finding a new bed and Gemma was out getting new bedding and clothes for the newest member of their family, Lilia got down to business.
She retrieved her cleaning supplies from the cleaning closet and got to work on her new quarters. She filled the mop bucket half full with steaming water before adding a cup and a half full of bleach to the water. She swept his room after picking up all his clothes, beer and alcohol bottles, and various other trash. A very full bag of trash and bottles were left just outside his door. She filled the little bucket a quarter of the way with steaming water and two capfuls of the Fabuloso. She wiped down the desk, chairs, light switch, doors, and as far up the walls as she could get. The last thing she did was mop the floor.
Jax headed to his dorm and was quite surprised to see that Lilia had given Tig's room quite the cleaning. It even smelled better as he walked by. He had one of the prospects take the bag of trash out for her while she mopped the floor once more. She was in the middle of cleaning Tig's bathroom when Gemma arrived back to the clubhouse. Jax was chuckling as she came in.
"What's so funny?" Gemma asked as she shifted bags around
"I think we have a clean freak on our hands." Jax replied
"What do you mean?" Gemma questioned, furrowing her brows
"Come see Tig's room." Jax stated