Disclaimer: Kurt Sutter owns any and all recognizable SOA characters and story lines, I'm just bending them to my will for a bit.

"Pretty eyes don't tell me lies

Got a legend in the night

I'm crashing into desert sands

Eat the rust against the land

The desert's blowing and nothing grows

Wind whipped hills stripped to bones

Oh history please let me go

Let me be, leave me alone

There's a light now there's a light

Coming down my mountain side

Oh my my if lonely souls

I can feel it in my bones"

-Jay Malinowski "There's a Light"

Madeline and Happy were both startled awake by people barging into the room the following morning. Juice, Jax, and Ope stopped their intrusion for a second after catching sight of a shirtless Hap with his arm wrapped around Madie. Jax quickly recovered, "You guys need to get up and get dressed. We need you both down in chapel asap." Madie's eyebrows knitted together in confusion as she sat up in bed. Hap looked perplexed as well, answering their looks, "we had a visitor last night. It involves you, Mads. Just get downstairs so we can explain."

The men left the room. Madie had a look of terror on her face. Hap, nor any of her family, had ever seen a look of this caliber on her face. She was petrified. Hap needed to reassure her that she was with him and she was safe, so he leaned in and claimed her lips in a gentle kiss. Her tension melted beneath his soft lips. Pulling back, he looked in her eyes, "I got you. Get dressed and we can go put out the fire downstairs."

They both moved to get dressed. Madeline pulled on a pair of gray capris sweat pants that said PINK on the side and a white tank top over her black lace bra. She remained barefoot. She figured whatever was downstairs, she wasn't going anywhere for at least a couple of hours.

Mads could see the look of pain on Tig's face as she walked into the room. He had a manila envelope in his hands. Hen Clay walked in the room, he motioned for Tig to hand the contents to him. Surprisingly, Tig disagreed. "Mads needs to decide whether to show this. It's bad." Tig handed the envelope over to her." This was nailed to the clubhouse door when I got here this morning. I looked. I didn't know that it would be those." He didn't explain further—the contents could speak for themselves.

Madeline opened the enveloped with shaky hands and pulled out a handful of photos. She gasped at the first one. It was of her when she was tied to the bed. It was obviously early on in her captivity. But it showed Kellin taking the knife to her side. They only got worse as she flipped thought—one of Kellin raping her anally, blood dripping down her thighs, one of her after he had beaten her unconscious, the deep black bruises on her body looking fierce, one of her gagged while he drilled holes into her legs to incapacitate her, she thought she was dying at that point, and welcomed it, the last 3 pictures were of her and Happy—one showed him with his head between her legs during her first night back, the other of him fucking her shortly after, his lips molded to hers, the final picture the most intimate, Happy was holding her while they laid in bed—it was taken the previous night.

It hit her—Kellin was in Charming and he had gotten close enough to see her in the clubhouse with Happy. Madeline held the pictures to her chest. She was trembling from head to toe. "He's here."

Happy had been looking at the photos over her shoulder. His fist connected with the wall and he left out a resounding "Fuck," in his anger. The noise startled Madie, who dropped the photos. She quickly scrambled to get them out of sight, but everyone Son in the room had gotten a glimpse of at least a couple of them. They too were shocked.

Clay's hand reached down and grabbed the one of the drill moving into her flesh. He never cried, not in front of his brothers, but he could not have cared less at that moment. The tears were silently slipping down his face as he saw the dead anguish in his daughter's eyes in that photo. "What the fuck did he do to you, sweetheart?"

She knew they needed to see the photos. But she couldn't face them when they did. Madie placed them in the envelope and handed them off to her father. "Take it to church. But don't ask me about any of it. I know shouldn't be, but what those pictures show, up until the last 3, I'm ashamed of them. I don't want to talk specifics. Ma can stay with me out here so I'm not alone."

Gemma, who had been looking over her other shoulder, wrapped her arms around her daughter and led her to the bar. Gemma was very openly scared and upset at what she had seen, but she would be there for her baby girl.

The guys all filed into church; the silence among them unnerving. Happy looked ready to beat any object he could get his hands on to a pulp. After the door closed, Gemma attempted to change the subject slightly; she knew Madie wouldn't want to talk about the experience. "So you and Hap, huh?"

"Kinda. It's not serious or anything."

Gemma shook her head. "Baby, Hap ain't one of those guys that bow to women. I'm sure this ain't a subject you wanna talk about with me, but if got on his knees for you, took your needs first, he's serious."

Madeline didn't know how to respond. She didn't want to tell her that not long after that picture was taken, Happy had left her a crying mess. The night before had been too surreal for that moment to be cheapened.

They could hear the heated conversation behind the chapel doors. They weren't at each other's throats, but they were all in an uproar over the evidence that proved one man had gotten too close to one of their women and had done unspeakable evil to her.

The men walked out of the room, each eyeing her as if she would break at any moment. They all wanted to comfort her, but knew she didn't want to get close to the situation. Clay waved her into the room. He and Happy were still seated. Madeline sat between the two of them.

Clay looked at her. "Hap assured me that he's not toying with you. I'll be honest, I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing my baby girl giving herself to any man, but I trust Hap." Madeline opened her mouth to protest, but Clay cut her off, "I don't want to hear either way, just know that if something comes of this," he motioned between the two, "you have my blessing. I know you say you don't do relationships, but I also remember you being 15 and giddy for the fucker." Clay stood from his seat, prompting Mads to stand as well, and he wrapped his arms around her in a tight, protective hug. "I'm so sorry that bastard did that shit to you. If you decide you're ready to talk about it…ever, I'm here, princess."

Madeline simply nodded against her father's chest. "Kill him, daddy."

That was all he needed to hear. "We will, baby. We will." She knew the we referred to the two men in the room. They were going to take care of her and the sick fucker who had harmed her.

After Clay walked out of the chapel, Hap stood and wrapped his arms around her. She didn't fight it this time, in her body or her mind—she simply gave herself over to him in her moment of vulnerability. This didn't mean they were together or anything—she just knew she was at peace being near him.

AN: So is she going to get together with him? Only time will tell. How far is Kellin willing to go to get her? Guess we will find out!