Hey everyone!SO another quick update. I really appreciate all the reviews once again. I feel like this is kind of short, because it's sort of fill between big events. I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeed writing this scene with Hap and Kozik. I adore them3

Hope ya like it!

Tig actually felt bad.

What?

Little Emilia Morrow was lost without her killer, and for some reason Tig felt compelled to help her.

Tig didn't help anyone.

So why was this bugging him? Maybe it was because, although he never admitted it, but he adored Em. Or because he felt a strong loyalty to Clay that he wanted to be of help to his daughter. Or maybe Tigger just had a heart...

Yeah right.

Tig had always secretly wished he had a relationship with his own daughters, who were around Emilia's age. He had watched her grow up, and even though she bugged the hell out of him sometimes...or all the time really...but for some reason he endured that.

Flashback

Tig watched Emilia sleeping under the afgan blanket on Clay and Gemma's couch. She was a tiny thing, with the distinct look of a dark puppy that had been kicked too many times. Her long lark hair was spread across the pillow, and the blanket rose and fell softly as she breathed, dead to the world.

"You okay Tigger?"

Tig jumped and turned to find Gemma wrapped in a robe watching him from the doorway.

"Yeah Gem. Why?"

"Your lookin at that little girl like you got nothin but adoration for her. Don't bullshit me Tig. You can walk around and say you hate kids as much as you please, but i see right through that."

"I dunno..I just wish sometimes..that I got to see my kids. I never really got to be a father. I'll proly never know my grandkids, or be at birthdays or anything like that. I guess I'm kinda jealous..Clay gettin a shot to be a dad. DOes that bother you? Ya know...Her not bein yours an' all?"

Gemma gazed at Emilia thoughtfully

"Nah. It's not her fault her junkie mama dropped her at the clubs doorstep. I got the chance to be a mother, to two wonderful little boys both of whom are asleep upstairs. But I see Emilia as a daughter, and Jax will see her as a sister. He's too young to realize she's not blood, and Thomas is good at keeping secrets." She grinned, and glanced at Tig who smiled slightly.

"I guess I just kinda wanted a chance of the American dream bullshit." He said softly

She raised her eyebrows "Are you drunk?"

"A little" He shrugged.

Tig rolled his eyes and chuckled to himself.

In a weird way he understood what Hap was going through. Since Emilia was a baby, Hap was playing guard dog. Everytime Emilia moved, he moved. He had one eye on the rest of the world and one eye on the kid. Happy was her reaper, protecting her from the horros that she only knew of in her nightmares. It amazed Tig sometimes that the killer, who was so cold blooded as they say, was wrapped so tight around her finger he could barely move without cheking her first. It was a wonder someone didn't just handcuff the two together to make his job easier.

Happy found Kozik eating something, that looked like chicken of some sort, Bowie's Old Lady had made. He heaved himself down in the chair and lit a cigarette, letting the smoke furl out of his mouth not relizing Kozik was sneaking knowing glances at him.

"Where ya been bro?" Koz asked casually, fixing him with a grin. Hap's brow furrowed.

"Doin the shit Quin asked me to. Why?"

Kozik shrugged, continuing to eat the chicken "Just wonderin if you been down to Charming lately..." he trailed off, the lately hanging heavily in the air. Hap rolled his eyes

"Koz-"

But Koz cut him off, hand held in the air "Hey you don't gotta explain shit to me man, the girl's a fox. But a baby fox."

"Dude do you think I don't fucking realize that?" Hap said, clearly annoyed. As if the age difference wasn't obvious. Hell, it was the elephant in the room.

"So nothing's happened then?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, face completely unreadable. Koz pulled a face at hime

"Don't look at me like I'm stupid I know you know what I'm sayin."

"No dude...it's not like that..."

Kozik chuckled, his grin broadening "Come'on dude, I've known you since forever. I can see the way you look at her."

Hap glared at him "Yeah she's a good kid but-What the hell are you laughing at?"

"Oh do you have a problem buddy boy, do you have a big fucking problem." He continued, chuckling to himself clearly amused by his own wit."She's how old?"

"18."

"18! " He exclaimed, aiming his fork at him "Oh you dirty boy you." he said, continuing to laugh. Hap tried for a moment to be angry, but a small smile spread across his face.

Kozik was probably the only person on earth who was left breathing after saying anything like that, and laughing all the more because of it. Hap shook his head.

"I love her bro. But she's a baby. She deserves a chance to find love, and a family, cushy suburb, white pickett fence and all that bullshit."

"But she's not going to get that man. This girl has known nothing but club life since she was a kid. It's in her blood. She wants you Hap. And if she's anything like Clay she's not going to go down without a fight. But listen." He said, face suddenly stoic " Emilia is a lot like the daughter I never had. And she's not as hard as she claims to be. Underneath that wild, crazy exterior she has, she's still the little lost puppy she was when we found her. Don't break her man."

Hap nodded. He wasn't afraid of breaking her.

He was afraid of shattering her.