REVISED: 3/09/13

Molly closed the phone. "Is Daddy coming over?"

Molly's heart broke for her daughter. She was still young enough to where, even if she told Penelope the truth, Penelope still wouldn't comprehend and ask for him frequently. It was easier just to lie. "No, Honey," she said staring at her daughter in the rear view mirror, "No, Daddy's at work." Penelope had understood for the moment and went about talking to her Minnie Mouse doll.

Molly dug in her purse for her pack of smokes-one cigarette left. She wagered whether or not she should smoke it now or later, but decided not to jinx it. She found her Aerosmith lighter buried deep within her purse, lit her cigarette, and took a deep drag. She let the nicotine linger in her chest a bit before exhaling and felt her tense shoulders ease up. She wasn't that far out of Charming so hopefully, the tow truck wouldn't take too long.

….

Mina saw Chibs leave with the tow truck after talking to Bobby. She put out her own cigarette before entering back into the clubhouse. Happy and Tig looked at her as she entered. Ugh, he was still here, drinking and carrying on like he hadn't just insulted her-bastard. "And probably talking shit about me," she thought. Whatever, she continued, let him. As Mina went about putting on her gloves and completing the setup of her "station," Happy looked at Tig, who knew exactly what he was thinking. "Hey, uh, Mina-"

She didn't know why, couldn't explain it, but when Tig said her name, which had been the first time he used her God given name as opposed to "Sugar Tits," she felt her stomach drop-almost as if she had butterflies in her stomach. Her head jolted up to face him and she squinted her eyes, "What?" she spat at him, partially annoyed that other parts of her body seemed completely smitten with him.

As he looked at her, standing there with black latex gloves, snapping them into place around her wrists, it took everything to stop himself from jumping her. Instead, she watched Tig adjust his crotch as he repositioned himself on the couch. "I-I wanted to apologize 'cause, you know, I was gonna go get Chibs. I was kidding, I was-I would've-, " Mina interrupted Tig as she pulled up the chair to begin work, "Well, you didn't and I took care of it, end of story." Mina looked to Happy, "you ready?"

Fine. He tried to explain himself and clearly that wasn't enough for her. Finishing up his beer, he thought about whether he should return to the garage or stay and have another. Hearing a hiss come from Happy as Mina added a happy face to his inner arm, Tig figured he'd sit around and watch. Happy had been tough as nails and now, here he was, acting like a chick. Perhaps it'd be more entertaining to sitck around.

….

Chibs didn't remember Bobby mentioning that Mina had a friend here with her. In fact, she hadn't mentioned it to him either, so he had been taken aback when she mentioned a friend. Nor had she mentioned anything about such said friend having a child. Maybe this Molly was a looker like Mina, with a wicked sense of humor and smart as a whip. Like a shift in the wind, Chibs didn't think much more into it. Just that she was about an hour or so out of Charming in a silver Saturn. "Piece o'shyte," Chibs chuckled to himself.

A little while later, he saw a car parked at the side of the road. He could spot Molly's bright red hair a mile away and, to be honest, hoped this was the friend. Glancing again at the slip of paper, his suspicions were confirmed. Chibs put the truck in park and rolled down the window. This allowed him time to stare at the redhead's rear as she bent into her car to retrieve her daughter from her car seat. It wasn't until she emerged from the car that Chibs got a good look at her, causing his jaw to drop. She wasn't Mina, she was better.

"Hi?" Her voice broke his trance. "Aye," Chibs stumbled on his words, "Uh, your friend, Mina sent me. Said you were having a bit of car trouble?" Molly chuckled, "Yeah, a bit as in the fucking thing is dead."

"Sorry 'bout tha, name's Chibs. You're Molly, right?" Chibs made an excuse to look at the paper again so he could break away from her gaze; he felt her green eyes draw him in and he was lost. Molly, after hearing him talk a bit, knew exactly why Mina had sent this particular "friend," and she had to smile to herself. Clever bitch, she thought. "And the wee one, you, little lady, must be Penelope." Penelope said a quiet, "hi," before nestling into her mother's shoulder. "Aw, it's alright, lass, I'm just here to rescue you and your mommy." Chibs smiled at the girls, and Molly thought she saw a spark in his eyes.

"Like a prince," Molly said to Penelope before catching Chibs gaze again. "Well, " Chibs said, clearing his throat, "I've got to line up the tow truck. You got anything in there that might get destroyed?"

"Nah," Molly said, "just luggage. I'll just hold Penelope in my lap-"

"Nay, I'll get the seat out and set it up myself. After all, can't endanger the princess, either of them." Chibs smiled and went to Molly's backseat. Molly thought he'd be there forever undoing the numerous straps and such, but Chibs had it out and set up in the tow truck in no time. Chibs had Molly check the seat before strapping Penelope in for the ride. Afterward, he held his hand out and helped Molly into the cab.

As Chibs attached the Saturn to the tow truck, Molly couldn't help overthink his act of chivalry. She'd met plenty of guys before whom she thought were princes but ended up being total douchebags in the end. When they were finally en route back to Charming, Molly asked, "What was your name again?"

"Filip, but the mates call me Chibs."

"Chibs," she repeated with a smile. She looked out the window as dirty thoughts raced through her mind…little did she know, the biker mimicked her thoughts entirely.

….

Mina had finished the latest batch of Smiley faces on Happy's arm, something she was sure she'd have to get used to. She knew there had to be more to these smileys, but figured it was easier to go along with him being a smiley face enthusiast. Happy flinched when he heard the snap of her gloves and Mina handed him the mirror. She looked to him for approval, even for something this simple, and with a nod from Happy, Mina smiled. "So, is that all, or can I add a pretty birdie or something to liven you up?" Mina smiled and Happy grinned. "I like 'em. Maybe you can add the birdie some other time." Mina laughed and patted Happy on the shoulder before getting up to wash her hands. She looked out the window and saw that Chibs hadn't returned with her friend.

When she finished washing her hands, she walked outside to have a smoke. Even though the bikers smoked inside, she liked to step out because she loved the fresh air. You could only stand the smell of stale beer, cigarettes, and pussy for so long before it made you nauseous. Plus, it gave her the opportunity to get as far away from him as she could. She wrestled with her thoughts concerning Tig more often than not lately. On the one hand, he was your stereotypical chauvinist who gave her stupid pet names and treated her like shit. He certainly didn't seem like he was joking when he'd blatantly denied her request and he constantly made her feel uncomfortable with the way he watched her every move. Considering he was the Sergant At Arms, he was of the worst sort of the group. They had to be ruthless, inconsiderate, and mean, especially to woman. She assumed that, if you could look up the term "Sergant at Arms" in the dictionary, there would be a picture of Tig grinning from ear to ear.

On the other hand, she thought the way he carried himself was, dare she say it, kinda hot? Confidence oozed from his very being, and the thought of him in leather turned her on. Not too mention his big, throbbing...ha, she thought. Mustn't let my mind wonder. Maybe he stared at her because he was interested in her, but not for her personality or body; no, she figured he wanted her as a conquest. Bobby talked only briefly about each of the guys before she came and told her very little about Tig. "Stay out of his way," was about all she got. This was probably a form of sport for him. And if they ever were to hook up, he'd probably go back to some of his brothers bragging on how he got Munson's niece. He was the hunter, she was his prey. Son of a bitch, she thought, he was a frat boy in leather. Immediately, she went back to hating him continuing the vicious cycle.

Happy got up and began to put his shirt back on when his eyes were drawn to the window. Tig was looking through the window at the tattoo artist in the hopes he could see her from afar without her knowledge. Happy had to laugh. The sound broke him of his trance, and Tig turned to the biker as he put his cut back on. "What," Tig asked, "what's so funny?"

"I dunno, man, I can't figure you two out. Maybe it's too early to tell-I can't tell if you guys wanna brutally murder each other or just fuck the shit out of each other."

"Or both," Tig said as he stood by the window. He knew he pissed her off, and the last thing he needed at this point was a talking to by Bobby. He knew he needed to get into her good graces, but how?

"She's pretty cool. Maybe you should talk to her. Don't go talking to her with a motive."

"What do you mean motive?"

"I mean don't go out there and talk to her like you have an ulterior motive. Talk to her like you would Gemma." Tig hadn't thought about it that way, maybe because he didn't talk to any other women like Gemma. That is, approach Mina like a normal human being. In Tig's world, if he wasn't fucking the broad, then it was Gemma, or his kids. Happy was right, this chick was probably cool but he'd need to feel her out first. Maybe there was some kind of common ground they could bond over. To do that, though, he'd need to be alone with her,…and there was only one way for him to do that.

He saw her through the window as she lit her cigarette and decided to join her.

….

She still had about 15 minutes or so before Bobby rolled out of his bed, and probably another 15-20 minutes before he actually stumbled, dressed, out of one of the club dorms, so she decided to smoke another one. She took a seat a top the picnic table and took another menthol from the crushed pack in her pocket when she heard the heavy scuffing of the boots. "Goddammit,' she thought. She sat for a moment and listened as Tig cleared his throat. There was the sound of an over-exaggerated "Ahem," followed by more scuffing until Mina could see Tig seated beside her out of the corner of her eye. Tig took out a cigarette and packed it on his knee. When she still hadn't looked at him, Tig said "HI" really loud. Mina turned to him and mimicked, "HI," really loud before looking forward again. Tig lit hid cigarette and leaned forward to catch her gaze. She wanted to stay mad at him, but when she finally caught his gaze, his eyes were crossed and he stuck his tongue out at her. She couldn't help but smile. "AH!" Tig said pointing at her. he knew he got her, even if her smile turned quickly back into a scowl.

Tig took a drag before he began, "So, uh, I was wondering when we were going to do my tattoo?" Mina sighed.

"Tig, I'm not gonna tattoo your dick man, okay, it's not gonna happen."

"No, no," Tig laughed, "I don't want you to tattoo my dick."

"Okay, well, good."

"I want you to ride it," Tig said this quietly but Mina heard it, and this caused her to choke on her smoke.

"I'm sorry, " Mina said in between gasps, "-what?"

"I said I wanted an anchor, with a tide behind it."

Mina blinked and stared at Tig and he nodded. "Right," she said hoping that, maybe, she really did misunderstand what he had said, but she'd bet dollars to donuts she knew EXACTLY what Tig had said. She continued, "Do you have a picture?"

"Of my dick?"

Mina laughed, "No," and she pushed Tig's knee playfully, "of the tattoo you want. Sheesh."

"Really? Cause I got a picture of my dick-"

"I'm not surprised."

"Nah, I'll get you a picture of the tattoo, though."

"Okay, good, cause I'll have to draw up a stencil and-"

Tig interrupted her speech, "okay, I don't understand your tattoo speak." Mina, as she did prior, narrowed her eyes at Tig and said, "Just get me the picture, ok?" Tig nodded and patted her knee. "You got it sugar tits," but before Mina could correct him, Chibs pulled into the garage with Molly and Penelope.

"Well," Tig asked, "what have we here?" As Mina stood up, Tig followed and wrapped his arm around Mina. She looked to his arm and shrugged it off as she and Tig walked to the tow truck.

Cutting the engine, Penelope caught sight of Mina and started to yell for her, "Auntie Mina!" Mina took it upon herself to open the cab and grab her. As she unbuckled her, and pulled her from the cab, Mina was able to catch a quick glimpse of Chibs running to the side to helping Molly down from the cab. Mina had to smile to herself-she knew these two might like each other. Molly said a quiet thanks to Chibs who bowed slightly. Molly walked over to Mina and embraced her. "Welcome back, love," Mina told her and the girls made their way over to the playset Gemma had set up for Abel a year earlier. Tig decided it best to help Chibs, plus he was nosey as hell, especially when he saw the way Chibs looked at her.

"Who's the broad?" Tig asked.

"Her name's Molly and the wee one is Penelope." Chibs observed Molly playing with Penelope. As he did, he couldn't help but see a bit of the old Fiona-a strong woman totally devoted to her daughter. Tig, noticing Chibs staring again, started a mock kissing noise causing Chibs to sock him in the stomach, "Piss off, twat," Chibs said as Tig laughed.

Clay, Jax, and Bobby marched hurriedly from the clubhouse. "Hey, Church, NOW!" Bobby yelled at Tig and Chibs, who went from playful boys to soldiers instantly. Molly looked to Mina, who simply shrugged, as the two watched the group march into the clubhouse.

….

"Arrange the pick up after your meeting," Jersey told the man over the phone. "Scout will meet you on the outskirts of Charming. Quick swap. When it's done, you'll get it back. Don't fucking call me back until it's done."

Jersey Frost closed the pre-paid and threw it to the ground.