Before I start, your reviews are so great to read...so I ask that you keep them coming...Also, I apologize for the chapter in advance as it is what I call filler (that is, sometimes, it's that uninteresting part that leads up to the good part.) SO, this is kind of a filler chapter. I also realize I didn't give you a specific look for Mina...Really quickly, she's 5'6, white, black hair that's dyed but she has dark brown features. Her eyes are honey colored and she has a lot of tattoos...and she's a smoker but not a heavy drinker,...and she enjoys moonlit swims and-too much info? You get the jist.

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REVISED: 2/25/13

There was a cool breeze today in Charming causing it to be rather difficult for Gemma's joint to hold a light. She managed, though, as she did with everything else. Her boysseemingly solved their current dilemma and that was all she needed to know-or so Clay told her. Currently, the Doctor dating, or whatever-ing, her son was a constant pain in the ass but not a real threat to her, nor would she ever allow her to be. She'd kill for her boys, end of story. No two-bit flight risk doctor was going to come between that.

Her train of thought was interrupted when a maroon Sonata pulled into the TM lot. She didn't recognize the girl with the black hair in the front seat, and it was still a bit too early for croweaters to start showing up. The plates on the car were from Illinois-who was this bitch? Gemma watched as the girl, who was dressed in black tight leggings and an oversized sweater that read "All my songs are about Lindsey Buckingham," grab a small case, box of gloves, and her purse from the back seat of her car. Gemma didn't break her stare even as the girl approached her. Gemma continued to hold the joint and, through pursed lips asked, "Can I help you?"

Mina was a little taken aback at this woman's rude demeanor but decided that, like everything else, she'd just have to get used to it. Let it roll was her new mantra. "Hi," Mina said with a faux maple-syrupy tone "I am here to touch up Bobby Munson's arm tattoo. He's a friend of mine and-"

"Oh, you're a friend of Bobby's, huh? How long you been a friend?" She had yet to meet a croweater showing up during business hours, unless they were told to be there.

"Well, I've known him my whole life, all things considered. He was a really good friend to my Uncle Heinz."

"What's your name, kid?"

"Mina Iver. And you are?" Snooty, nosey, and from the smell,high as a kite, Mina thought.

"You're the girl he'd used to go see, from Chicago? Little Lisa Marie?"

"That would be me, yeah." Mina wasn't sure if this woman was excited or disgusted as she looked her over. "Listen, I don't mean to be any trouble but, Bobby told me 2:30 and, well, it's still pretty early so would it be alright if I just sat at that picnic bench and read and waited for him?"

Gemma raised an eyebrow, "I don't see why not. I'm Gemma, by the way."

"Gemma, awesome. Thank you." Mina said as she was about to make her way to the
table. Suddenly, she remembered "Oh, Gemma?" Gemma, who had gone into her office to put out the joint, came back out to Mina. "Yeah?"

"Where is Bobby?"

Gemma pointed to the clubhouse, "In there, sleeping it off probably."

"I see…okay, thanks." She kind of figured, but it never hurt to ask.

"Don't mention it." Gemma walked back into her office as Mina headed to the picnic table. So this was the tattoo artist Bobby had been raving about for weeks now. Over the years, Bobby hardly mentioned the kid and lately, she was all he talked about. Seeing her in the flesh, though, she could see why the boys talked about her. She heard a whistle from the garage and backed up a bit to look through the office window. Perhaps she could catch the source-Chibs. She turned her gaze back to the girl and saw her smile and wave before finally reaching the picnic bench. She figured Chibs would stop working to go join her, but when she looked through the office window again, Chibs had went back to work. One of them had not, however. Tig stood wiping the grease on his shirt and staring intently at the girl.

Mina spotted Tig too and knew he was staring her down. She remembered the dream she had the night before, so she couldn't help but feel a bit of a flutter in her stomach. Instead of playing into the ridiculous notion of, whatever was her feelings on the biker, she decided to just ignore it. Pulling out her smokes and a book, "A Discovery of Witches," she hadn't noticed the large biker approaching.

"You a witch or something," a raspy voice asked Mina. When she looked up, she saw a biker she hadn't properly met before, but had seen only a few days prior. He was wearing his cut over a gray t-shirt and a sagging pair of blue jeans. The shirt looked much brighter against the tanned skin, and she could see some smiley faces peeking under the sleeves. This must be who the other biker was that Johnny Boy was talking about. His words were practically shouting in her head, so she decided to step lightly around him.

"Nah, I'm a supernatural romance enthusiast."

"A what?"

"Nevermind."

"You're the tattoo artist, right?"

"I'm Mina."

"The fellas call me Happy."

"Ah. I can tell-" Mina said as she pointed to his arms. Happy looked at himself and, in a completely dead-pan face, said, "Yeah. I'm a smiley face enthusiast." Mina looked at him seriously and began to laugh when Happy smiled at her.

….

Gemma never took eyes off Tig, who hadn't swayed his gaze back to his work. Chibs, too, saw Tig looking in her direction when he heard her laugh. Chibs had known Tig for years, and he knew how he could be around women. In this life, guys like them do not become vulnerable to just anyone, and even then, there's a limit. Most cannot give themselves solely to anything but the club-that's the only woman they'd always be there for, never cheat on, etc.

However, they were human, and as long as Chibs knew Tig, he'd never had a steady woman. Matter of fact, few of them did. He remembered hearing, once, Tig talk about Colleen, who Bobby confirmed was his ex wife. Chibs, however, had never actually seen her. Hell, he knew Tig had two daughters and he'd only ever see one, Dawn; and that was only when she needed something, like money. This was a different side of Tig, though. His protective wave pulsated like a tidal wave through the garage, and he stared at the girl like she were prey.

Chibs sighed, "Have you tried talkin to her, brother?" Tig was immediately pulled out of his trance and looked to Chibs. "What" he asked and continued working on the engine before his. Pinching his fingertip, he pulled it away quickly and yelled, "Son of a bitch" before shaking it. Tig looked to Chibs, "the fuck you talking about, man?"

Chibs, throwing Tig a rag, walked over to Tig. "The girl, Tigger, you're starin' at 'er like dog wantin' a bone." Tig scoffed, "Nah, man, just lookin." The two watched Happy, who was beginning to take his shirt off, and Mina talking before entering the clubhouse. Chibs saw Tig move forward in the direction of the clubhouse. "Shit," Gemma thought to herself and ran to the office door. "Tigger, what are you doin'?" Chibs shouted to Tig, who was now speed walking to the club house. Not breaking his stride, he shouted, "I forgot something," before entering the clubhouse.

Chibs had walked out of the garage and stopped. When he turned, he saw Gemma, who's gaze seemed to say, "keep an eye on him." Chibs nodded in agreement. When she entered back into the office, Clay had his leg propped up on the desk. "Hey," he said before Gemma walked over and swatted his leg off the desk. Standing up to her, Clay rubbed his hands down her arm in affection. "What's wrong, babe?"

"It's that artist. She went into the clubhouse with Happy and Tig ran after them." Gemma hadn't expected Clay to laugh, so his booming chuckle surprised her. She was not amused and crossed her arms. "What do you think it means?"

Clay tisked before looking out the door to the sounds of approaching motorcycles coming onto the lot. "I dunno. Tig tried to come on to her the other night and she turned him down. Probably has a crush on the kid."

When Tig entered, he saw Happy had his shirt off. His eyes searched for Mina, but all he could see was her feet as she was knelt in front of Happy…

….

Molly waited for Mina to pick up.

"Molly!" Mina shouted to her friend on the other end of the line. "You're stopped? It's only been an hour or so since you left."

"Yeah, that's why I'm calling-the Saturn's dead." Molly had owned the silver Saturn for almost ten years and she'd taken a chance bringing it out to California. Surprisingly, it made it. Mina could hear Penelope asking a dozen questions in the background, often repeating herself. Mina could hear the frustration in Molly's voice. "Penny, Mommy is on the phone! Listen, Mina, I don't know what I'm going to do…Mick only gave so much money, and if I pay for the car, how the hell are we supposed to get back? Penny PLEASE!"

Mina could hear Penelope asking for her Daddy-douche, Mina thought. She had dropped her phone on the floor as she was about to tattoo Happy's upper arm. When she finally found it, she heard the clubhouse door practically being ripped off the hinges by Tig, who stopped and looked angered. She finally caught his eyes when she stood up and answered the phone.

"Hold on a sec," Mina said to Molly as she pulled the phone away to face Tig, "What the fuck, Tig?" His stance was that of a warrior, and his blue eyes reflected a raging sea.

Tig walked over to where Happy sat and noticed no foul play. He looked at Mina, who was absolutely furious, and lightened up a bit. He thought it was kind of cute how her nose crinkled when she was angry. "Tig? Hello? What was that about?" She expected his voice to be loud, out of control but it came out low, almost ashamed.

"Forgot somethin, that's all." Tig shrugged and walked past the two to the fridge in the back. Opening the door, he asked Happy aloud, "Hap, want a beer?"

"Aw, yeah man," Happy answered. Tig stood in the doorway and chucked the can towards the seated biker, but the can was intercepted by the tattoo artist. Happy growled at Mina, who pulled the phone away from her ear again. "What the hell," Happy asked her through gritted teeth. Tig had to admit, he was impressed at her catch.

"Alcohol thins the blood. If you drink and I tattoo you, you're gonna bleed like a stuck pig. You wanna drink, then we'll do the tattoo some other time. Otherwise, gimme 30 minutes before you start drinkin, ok? Ten if you sit still." Tig raised his eyebrows as Happy backed down. "Pussy," Tig announced as he walked to the adjacent couch to watch Mina work.

Mina, who was setting up her station, tried her best to help Molly calm down, when the thought occurred to her. "Hey, Molly, I'm at the shop now, I'm gonna ask one of the guys to come get you and bring the car back to the garage. I'll take care of it and you gals can stay with me."

"Really?" Molly had practically shrieked into the phone. "Oh my God, bestest friend EVER!"

Mina laughed, "Just stay put, love."

"Thanks doll!."

Hanging up the phone, Mina turned and noticed Tig sitting on the couch bullshitting with Happy. "Pig?"

"Tig."

"Right, Tig, can you do me a favor and get Chibs for me?"

Tig laughed, "Nah, I ain't your bitch."

If looks could kill, Tig would've been dead, yesterday. She could've jumped on him there, she was angry. The thought of gouging his eyeballs out with a fork came to mind. Instead, she stared daggers at him. Her nostrils flared and she stomped out of the clubhouse. Happy whistled, "Damn, man. She's hot."

Tig sat up in his seat, "What do you mean?" Goddammit, he thought to himself. He was doing it again. He didn't know what it was. It was quite clear she didn't like him, and after the shit he just pulled, she'd probably kill him if she could.

"Pissed, brother. She's so pissed at you, you could fry an egg off her forehead."

"Oh," Tig leaned back on the couch and took another swig of Miller Lite, "I give a fuck," he had said nonchalantly. He had been kidding. He would've gotten Chibs for her, had she given him the chance instead of getting mad and stomping out like the child that she was.

….

Chibs saw Mina walking towards him. The quick steps showed she had been pissed. "Dammit," he said to himself before putting down his equipment. Wiping his hands clean of grease before approaching her, he asked "What did he say?"

"I need to ask you a favor." She stopped practically out of breath. Placing he hand on her hip, he saw her ears had become a bright red.

Chibs raised an eyebrow, "you want me to kill 'im?"

"What?" Mina said, confused. "No, fuck him. No, I have a friend who needs to be picked up…you up to rescuing a damsel and a wee one?" Chibs looked at her dumbfounded. She just stood there, breathing heavily and knowing full well that Tig had pissed her off, but she was blowing it off. He'd been sure Mina was coming to turn in her "please talk to Tigger" voucher but, she completely brushed it aside.

"Aye, where?" Chibs asked. Mina handed him a piece of paper and looked it over. Chibs winked at Mina, causing her to smile again. Molly was gonna be here a while, why not hook her up in the meantime. After all, Molly always went on about how long it had been since the "last time," what better way to move forward than some fun with a Scotsman?