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So, one more chapter that I wanted to get up there before the next chapter of Crooked Rain. Nothing as emotional as the last one. I promise. Grace is fifteen in this story.

That's her dad

Grace was in the principals office again. It had actually been like two years since the last time and thankfully it was a new principal this time. Some little blond, Mrs. Wilkes. Grace's nose hurt like a motherfucker, the ribs hurt as well and her lip was swollen. She'd taken a beating but it was worth it.

To make things really shit, her mom wasn't in town. She was in Seattle for some children's book thing. Or something. Grace wasn't sure. So instead they'd called her dad and he was on his way.

"So Miss. Lowman. What does your father do?"

Grace cringed. Her father was dead. Her dad on the other hand... he killed people on occasion. Her father among those people. Unfortunately not stupid, blond principals who didn't know shit about what was going on at the school she was supposedly running.

"He's a mechanic." That was the easiest to say. It was kind of true.

She heard her dad's voice at the reception. True to his nature he wasn't – like - explaining stuff. He just said what he wanted. 'See the principal' in this case, and the receptionist sounded a bit... stressed. Grace bit down in her cheeks to not smile. The pain in her lip made it easier to hide.

The voices were clear even through the closed door.

"You can't just walk in there!"

"Then why the fuck did she call?" He was pissed and Grace wondered if it was because of her, the principal or the fact that he had to be here for this. He didn't like school stuff.

The principal stood up. "I should probably go and see what this is about," she said with a smile.

"It's my dad." Grace bit her cheeks again when the principals eyes flew open, she looked towards the door.

Impressively enough, the eyes got even bigger when Happy walked thought the door. In his regular outfit and Grace loved him for it. He could've come in the work clothes but no; jeans, cut and knife in the belt. He probably had the gun as well.

"M-m-mr. Lowman?"

"Yeah," he said as he sat down on the chair next to Grace. When he looked at her she could see his eyes grew even more black. The principal was still standing up, staring at Happy and he looked at her. "What?"

"Nothing." She sat down and cleared her throat. "I called you since Miss. Lowman was in a physical altercation today."

"What happened to your face?" Happy ignored the principal and looked at Grace.

She shrugged.

"According to the other student Grace attacked him first." The principal said and flipped through some pages. "And it's not the first time she's in a fight."

Mrs. Wilkes looked up at Happy again and this time she blushed. What the fuck! Grace turned to her dad and smiled. He looked at her and shook his head in a warning. Again; what the fuck! Happy turned his head towards the little blond again. He didn't say anything.

Her dad wasn't much for talking but this was more quiet that he usually was and that principal looked really uncomfortable.

"Miss. Lowman hasn't given any explanation to why she did it."

"What did she do?"

"She assaulted another boy with a tennis racket."

Happy turned to her again with raised eyebrows. "Why?"

Grace looked at him and shook her head. "I'm not a rat."

"Tell me," he said. Not in an angry way. Just as a matter of factually that it wasn't ratting anoyone out and that it was ok to talk. She didn't fully agree but she did what he asked her to.

"They were going to push Marcus down the steep slope outside gymnasium."

"Explain," he said. His way of saying he wanted the details to understand why she did it.

"Marcus. He's in a wheelchair. They thought it would be hilarious to see if would be able to stop it before he got to the road." She was still only looking at Happy and he nodded so she continued. "So I hit one of the guys over the leg. Then they attacked me."

"How many?"

"Three." She was still looking just at her dad. She was no fucking rat and she didn't like this even if he said it was ok.

She could see her dad's jaws working and his eyes were really fucking black. He was pissed as hell but it wasn't at her. He turned to the principal.

Once his eyes were on her she blushed and stuttered. "I-I-I didn't know."

"Now you do." His jaws were still tense. "So?"

"Excuse me?" Mrs. Wilkes said she was sweating now when she looked at Happy. Grace was starting to suspect that this wasn't the first time she met him.

"Are you going to suspend her for defending a boy in a wheelchair or for getting beaten up?"

"I'm going to.. have to look into that."

Her dad stood up and took Grace with him. "Call my wife when you've done that."

Happy was pissed as hell and he was trying to convince himself that killing three school-boys wasn't a good idea. He had managed to convince himself several times but every time he saw his daughters face he changed his mind. Her nose was swollen and she'd probably have two black eyes the next day. The split in her lip probably hurt as well too.

The school called him while he was at work and he asked Gemma to go get Lemmy at daycare. He'd been pissed at Grace until he saw her, then he saw the principal. Mrs. Wilkes. He used to know her as Sandy and as far as he could remember she was very, very good at sucking dick.

"You knew her," Grace said and when he looked at her she had a slight smile on her lips.

"Not really."

"I meant in a biblical sense."

"Biblical?" Happy didn't know shit about the bible and turned to look at Grace again. She looked really smug and he had a feeling that she knew exactly how he knew 'Sandy'.

"Means you've had sex with her." He didn't answer and kept walking. "I'm right, aren't I?"

"She was a croweater," he confirmed.

Grace giggled. "No wonder she freaked out when you came in."

He turned around in front of her and was going to tell her to mind her own business but when he saw her expression, he stared at her and then he laughed. "She really did, didn't she?"

They both laughed and then he pulled Grace with him to a bench. "Tell me all the shit you didn't say in there."

"I don't really know Marcus, the guy in the wheel chair, but he's a nice guy. As far as I know. He was really freaking out." She shook her head. "It was three popular jocks so everyone just past them and Markus was screaming. It pissed me off."

"Did you land a few hits on them?"

She smiled when she looked at him. "Oh, yeah. I probably look worse but I got a couple of hits."

He gave her a kiss. "That's my daughter." He was proud of her, not just for being able to defend herself but for her defending that guy in a wheelchair as well. Grace was all about defending the weaker part in a fight. She didn't like bullies or people who picked on others for their differences. He liked that part about her. He just wished she didn't always do it so violently or tried to tell some grown up. But like she'd said in the principals office; she didn't rat. He was kind of proud about that too.

"Any chance you could leave this and not like... threaten them or something." Happy was quiet for a while. He wasn't sure he could do that. They fucking hit his Baby Girl! "Dad! Please!"

"Ok. I won't touch them or say anything." He meant it. "If you promise to shut your mouth about your principal."

Grace laughed. "Seriously dad, if I was gonna point out every girl you know in a biblical sense I'd get carpel tunnel syndrome or something."

"Shut your mouth." He pushed her in the side but smiled.

In a way he liked that Grace didn't have any illusions about him. She loved him just the way he was and used to be. It didn't bother her. In other ways he wished she didn't know all that. But growing up a the club being Tig's partner in crime, she was bound to figure out all about sweetbutts and how that worked.

"Am I wrong?"

"Not going to answer that."

"Don't worry about it. Could've been worse. I could've had the skank-bulldozer-Tig as a dad."

Happy shook his head and gave his daughter a kiss. The mentioning of Tig gave him an idea though.

-o0o-

Two days later he was on his bike outside the school. Grace was at home and looked like a fucking raccoon. He still got pissed as hell every time he saw her and when he'd seen her bruised ribcage he was about to fucking explode. Those fuckers had kicked her!

"Look at that," Tig said and pointed towards three guys with some bruising in their face. They looked like they were a couple of years older than Grace and to his and Tig's luck, they all jumped into a car together.

When they took off they followed and once they turned into an empty street he cut them off and Tig got off his bike and yanked up the door.

"Hi there," Tig said as he pulled out the driver. Happy felt very proud of his Baby Girl when he saw his bruised cheek. "Two days ago you three stunning lads beat up a little girl."

The boy looked terrified. "She hit me first."

Happy had to swallow a laugh. That was the most pathetic thing he'd ever heard. They guy seriously defended himself by saying that a little girl 'hit him first'. Fucking asshole.

"I know," Tig said with a nod. "I just wanted to tell you that if anyone of you three stooges look at her again. I'll come after you."

"W-w-who are you?"

"I'm her friend," Tig said with a smile. Then he pointed at Happy. "That's her dad."

Happy didn't move, just kept his foot on the fender of the car. The boy looked at him with big eyes and the boys in the car looked terrified as well.

"We won't touch her."

Tig let go of the boys shirt, smoothed the wrinkles out a little while taking a deep breath before patting him on his cheek. "I know you won't. Have a good day."

They watched them take off then they both laughed. Tig put his arm around Happy.

"That was fun," Tig smiled. "I almost hope they do it again."

He had almost convinced himself keep his promise to Grace, but then he talked to Ava. She went into total tigress-mode and said that they didn't have to touch 'those assholes to scare the living shit outta them' and that they should make sure that those 'pathetic future frat-boys learned a lesson about what happened to boys who beat up little girls'.

Now and then his wife still surprised him and loved that about her.

At the same time, he kept his promise to Grace. He hadn't said anything and he hadn't touched them. All he did was tell Tig - who loved Grace almost as much as he did and who wasn't above scaring school-boys. Grace would probably consider it cheating but he didn't care. No-one laid a hand on his baby and got away with it and if it meant doing something she considered cheating he could live with that. Easily.