So, I'm trying to figure out whether I should throw this into a season or if I should continue to create scenarios...My feelings think that, should I begin writing this where the events intwine with a season, it would be season 4, but I'm on the fence about it. HELP! All thoughts are appreciated! Otherwise, enjoy the fluff and, as always, REVIEW PLEASE!

Also, you may notice that I have gone back and actually revised chapters. Some of them have a bit more detail so they flow better but mainly,my spelling mistakes are killing me. :) So, I apologize.

He tried as hard as he could to knock on the door in a gentile manner, but there was no use. As Bobby opened the beige metal door, both Mina and Tig looked up in his direction. Tig squinted his eyes at Bobby, but not because of strained vision. "You ruined to moment," his eyes said, but Bobby bypassed Tig's glance completely. Holding the prepaid out to her, Bobby announced that Gemma was on the phone for Mina. Mina squeezed Tig's hand before leaving his side to take the prepaid. What the hell could Gemma be calling for, she thought and the look she gave Bobby asked the same question. He picked up upon that and shrugged his shoulders before mouthing, "dunno."

"Hello?"

"Baby girl?" Mina could hear bags shuffling over the phone. Gemma was a natural born to multitask, so it came as no surprise that she could hold multiple groceries bags, a cell phone, and car keys with ease. As she opened the car door, it chimed letting Mina know that she was clearly out and about.

"Hey, Gemma."

"Is he awake, yet?" Mina turned to look at Tig who was ordering Bobby to remove the flowers. "Jesus Christ, Gemma," Tig sighed angrily. "Bobby-get this shit ou-ow." Tig swung his arm forward to give Bobby a visual-bad idea considering the pain gradually returning to his torso. He let out a gasp before falling back into his spot in bed. Mina took a step forward but Tig threw his hand out and shook it. "Bobby-get it out now." Turning back around, Mina told Gemma, "He's fine. Irritable as ever."

"Good, that means I can steal you for the moment. I got a surprise for you."

"Uhm,...okay." Mina was taken aback from Gemma's statement. What did that mean, surprise. Gemma could sense the tone of confusion in her voice as well, which made her chuckle to herself.

"Well, don't sound too depressed at the idea. It's a good surprise, I promise." Mina became even more intrigued and even more scared at what the possible outcome could be. Before she could continue saying anything, Gemma added, "Look, I'm going to stop by the clubhouse to pick up Molly and Penelope. We will meet you at Jax's house. Bobby has the address so whenever you can get away-the sooner the better." Mina managed to get out an "ok" before she heard the dial tone.

Flipping the phone shut, she handed back to Bobby. "She said we have to go to Jax house?" Bobby, who had the best poker face next to her uncle, shook his head. "Huh. Yeah, as soon as Juice get's here, I'll take you over there." Mina didn't know if she had completely lost it but she could have swore she saw Bobby grin as he turned to leave the room. She could sense that, whatever was about to go down, he had a part in it. "Bobby, what's going on?" Bobby stopped as the grin returned to his face. He had been planning this since before she had even arrived but with everything up in the air, he wasn't sure the project would have ever been completed. Well, that's not true. It would've been completed; she just wouldn't be the one enjoying it.

"Gemma would cook my dick like a hot dog if I told you and, sorry for being so blunt, I have a literal and emotional attachment to that appendage." Mina shook her head, "Aw, Bobby, gross."

"I know, I know, what do you guys call it now, TMI?"

"No, it's called fucking gross Bobby, now OUT!" Tig interrupted their conversation from his hospital bed. The two turned to look at Tig who had managed to find the button that lifted the head rest portion of the bed a few degrees forward. He wasn't sitting up completely, but enough to get a better view, or earshot, of the conversation between the two. "GO!" Bobby threw up his hands in defeat and walked out. "Now, where were we?" Tig's voice went from angry rasp to velvet. Tig patted the side of the bed and sent a puppy dog glance her way. Mina smiled and walked over to the bed.

"You think that shot would've rattled something to make you just a bit nicer to Bobby?" She sat on the mattress next to Tig trying not to kink any of the cords hooked up to him. "It hit my belly, not my head, kid."

Circling his arms around her torso, Tig pulled her close to the point she had her head resting under his chin. Silence. Tig felt weird when things were too quiet but, he had to admit, having Mina next to him made it a bit more bearable.

…

"Get her out of here." Clay's voice sounded different, slower.

Tig turned his gaze from Clay to Mina, but Mina had vanished. He heard Molly shout her name as the sound of commotion rang through the main room of the clubhouse. Tig left his president to run after her. He didn't know what she was completely capable of but he didn't want her to do anything stupid either. Considering how she had just kicked the rat square in the chest, maybe she'd be stupid, like him. Maybe she'd go round punching things, like he did. Then she'd ruin her hands.

Yeah, he thought, that'd be great-her livelihood shot down the tubes. Then she'd probably leave and never come back. Ever.

When he reached the door, a feeling of deja vu fell over Tig. His eyes widened and he began to hear a dull ringing in his ears to the point where all other sounds ceased. He remembered this-had lived it before. As he watched Mina stomp across TM to her car, he shouted her name.

"WHAT?" she shouted back. Just as Clay's had been, her speech was long and drawn out.

Then the shots rang out through the parking lot."GET DOWN," Tig shouted as he watched the car pull up. He watched the gunman slowly pulled out his gun and pull the trigger; he watched helplessly as Mina body jolted towards him with every entering bullet.

Last time, Tig was able to get the her, he was able to protect her with his body. This time, she had been shot. Tig started calling out to her, but, this time, no sound left his lips. No matter how hard he shouted and the strain he felt on his vocal chords, his shouts came out in whispers. He felt himself become hysterical. His temples began to throb as the ringing in his ears became louder. Tig could feel his knees buckle so he grabbed the door frame to hold himself up. He knew he had to move to her. He had to be the one to catch her as she fell to the ground. But when he tried to move, he felt as though he were stuck in quicksand. Each step moving him further and further away from her.

As this continued, shots of Mina's lifeless face shot into his mind in quick flashes-like those from a camera bulb, quick and rapid. The blood pool around her grew and images of the two of them together raced through his mind. Her laugh, her smell, her eyes, the way he held her after he had saved her at the tattoo shop, the way she clung to him in bed- All of this would be gone,...was gone.

Tig could hear his own voice, which now seemed foreign, pleading for her to be alright, apologizing for not being there, for not being fast enough. He watched as the blood soaked into her clothes turning her into a deep crimson. He feel to his knees and cried out. He screamed her name over and over only to be drowned out by the ringing in his ears.

Tig woke up in the hospital room that night screaming bloody murder. When his eyes shot open, he didn't register where he was, when it was, only that he needed to see her. Tig needed to know that Mina had been alright.

As he continued screaming, a pain flooded his abdomen. He could feel his stomach grow damp and the smell of blood flood his nostrils. He didn't care, though, not when was so determined to get to her. Looking to his arms, he could see the number of IV's streaming to their hosts stations surrounding his bed. Naturally, Tig began ripping them out all the while ignoring the growing number of hospital personnel entering his room. Two of the biggest male nurses Tig had seen entered the room and immediately tried to restrain him; he still managed to bite the nurse to his left and drawing blood. With his left hand now free, Tig grabbed one of the IV's from his right arm and was able to jab it into the male nurse's neck on his right. As that nurse back away, Tig assumed he was free.

What he hadn't taken into account was the little nurse with the sedative that had just pumped it into the IV in his leg. The right hook from the male nurse whom he had bit only moments prior kinda shocked him too.

…

"I have to go," she announced as she sat up from the bed, "Gemma said something about a surprise?" Mina used an inflection on the last bit to see if maybe Tig knew and/or was willing to spill what he knew. His brow furrowed, and much to her disappointment, he shrugged his shoulders. "I dunno, maybe she got you a puppy."

"Ha, ha," she said. Tig still had her fingers entwined with his. After all he'd been through, dream or no dream, losing her felt real. Now that she was here, and he didn't want to let her go. But he knew that, if he did not, Gemma would make his life miserable-or kill him. Whichever seemingly was more convenient for her.

And,If this hush hush surprise was what he was thinking it was, he knew he needed to let her go. Pulling her hand to his lips, he kissed her hand. "Go. I'll be alright."

"Yeah? You're not gonna bite or stab any of the nurses?" He thought he dreamed that. Well, hoped he had dreamed it. He'd hear it from Clay, most definitely. Not too mention, all the paperwork bullshit-it was all nonsense he didn't want to think about right now. All he wanted was a cigarette, or at the very least, solid food. Tig rolled his eyes and groaned. "Goddammit."

"Yeah, Tara had a lot of shit to clean up with that one. You can thank her later." Mina got up and pushed the chair she'd moved earlier back into it's original spot. Tig admired her ass as she reached down to pick up her purse. She heard him whistle. "God, I've missed you."

"Me, or these?" Mina turned to face Tig and pulled down the front of her already low cut top. It was completely worth it to see Tig's eyes practically pop out of his head. Unfortunately, he only had a brief moment to enjoy, because as soon as he got a glimpse of nipple, the door to his room swung open and Bobby and Juice walked in.

"WHOA!" Bobby shouted as he shied his face behind Juice, who stood there with his mouth agape. Mina flushed red as she adjusted her shirt. True, they hadn't seen anything, only Tig had that pleasure, but it still embarrassed Mina to no end. She finally turned to face Juice and smiled slightly. Tig thought all of this was hilarious, especially when Mina walked past Juice and dragged Bobby from the room by his ear like a toddler in trouble.

"Well, have you been breasting-resting ok?" Juice stuttered his speech a bit causing Tig to stare daggers into him. "If your member so much as pokes it's curious point out at Mina, I'll fuck your shit up so bad your chorizo will be turned to guacamole." Tig raises eyebrows at Juice to signify, "got it?" He did. Juice's eyes flashed and he wordlessly nodded his head. Tig knew he'd never have to worry about Juice and his gal, he just loved to bust balls.

"Good. Now, go get me a fucking cheeseburger. I'm starving."

…

They spoke very little during the car ride from the hospital. A quick, "I'm sorry"-"It's cool," dialogue passed between Mina and her surrogate uncle, but that had been it. This gave Mina more time to take in her surroundings as they drove to Jax's house. She knew the town had been small, but she had rarely ventured out past the shop or the garage/clubhouse. The main street reminded her of when she'd visit her grandparents in Indiana. They lived about 100 miles from Chicago so everything they needed was all located on what her grandpa called "The Strip." Behind the strip laid single, 2-3 bedroom slab homes in a variety of pastel colors with white shutters. While the uniformity was apparent, there were no pastels or deteriorating lawn jockeys in sight and Mina couldn't have been more grateful.

When the two had finally arrived, Gemma had been standing in the driveway next to a black SUV waiting patiently. Molly, who had been on he front porch talking to Tara, stood up to greet her friend. Swooping Penelope up in an embrace, Mina approached Gemma, who greeted her with a kiss on each cheek.

"Hey, Gem."

"Hey yourself." Gemma greeted back before she and Bobby repeated the welcome gesture. "What are we doing here? Is everything ok?" Mina looked to Molly for answers but she shrugged her shoulders. "Gemma wouldn't tell me anything except 'Grab your kid, let's go.' I tried to get her to talk too." Molly had become fond of Gemma and Gemma liked how Chibs attitude had changed around the clubhouse. Still no nonsense from the biker, but whenever he saw Molly and her little one, the Scot lit up. Considering how nasty things had been with he and Fiona, Gemma welcomed her.

Clearing her throat, Gemma pointed her gaze towards the property next door. The two girls turned to look and noticed the "Better Homes Reality Co." sign with a giant "SOLD" sticker across the front of it. Mina squinted just to make sure she had seen this right. The two looked back at one another before looking back towards Gemma. They were met with Bobby smiling from ear to ear and holding out a set of keys. "A house?!" Funny how the two were not related, yet were close enough as to say the same thing at the same time.

"Compliments of the club." Gemma said with a smirk. "Mostly me, though," Bobby quipped. Gemma grabbed the keys from his hand and walked next door, the rest of the group quickly in tow. The two girls wanted to scream. A house, Molly thought, a proper home for my daughter,...for me.

Until Molly was about 18 or so, she had lived with her parents. Her home life had gotten so bad that Molly ran away the first chance she got. Sleeping around on friends sofa's was fine for a while, but grew tiresome. She wanted more, she wanted a family of her own-a safe haven where she'd no longer have to endure the emotional abuse or worry about where she was going to sleep from night to night. Naturally, when she met Penelope's father, Mick, she was hooked immediately. The two fell in love and he promised her the world. This was, until, she became pregnant with Penelope.

He seemed fine at first, then distant, then no longer around at all, which damn near killed her. Unable to go anywhere else, she was forced to move back in with her father, which is where all her stuff was currently. Her stuff, she thought. All of her clothes, her mementos, Penelope's baby things-they were still back at her house. She'd have to work up enough money to fly back and retrieve what she could, if it wasn't tossed already by her own dead beat father.

When the two girls entered the house, their jaw's nearly dropped to the floor. The place was beautiful, not to mention fully furnished. All hardwood floors and stainless steel appliances. The place reeked of Gemma's touches-vintage crosses and motorcycle art in a palette of browns, golds, and creams. "This is ours," was all Molly could get out. "Yea. Bobby owns it so, all the finance shit can be discussed with him. Mina's room is upstairs, Molly, yours is back there and Penelope's is across the hall." As Gemma and Bobby walked forward, Mina placed Penelope on the ground and stood by her best friend.

"I don't wanna move," Mina whispered so only Molly would hear.

"I don't wanna believe it." Molly replied.

"Lil Lisa Marie, I've been planning this since before you came out here. You think I was gonna let you stay above that shop out here? Heinz'd kill me. Besides, think of it as a graduation, birthday, welcome present from all of us." Bobby smiled. Mina could feel her stomach swell with butterflies as she embraced Bobby. There were no words, just complete and utter joy. As she continued to hug Bobby, she cried. "Thank you Bobby."

"Well, I hope you don't mind, I color schemed your rooms. It's a habit, I can't help it. There's food in the fridge and Bobby's got something else for Mina, I think." Gemma looked to Bobby who winked at her. Mina gave Gemma a hug to show her appreciation and was welcomed with open arms. "I got one more thing lil Lisa Marie. Gemma, you show Molly and Penelope around?" Gemma nodded. "Come baby girl," she said holding out her hand to little Penelope. Molly had to admit, she too had been a bit teary eyed over the whole deal.

…

"Last step," Bobby announced as he held Mina's hand. Grateful to feel the solid ground-walking down the stairs with your eyes close is quite nerve racking- Mina kept her eyes closed awaiting further instructions. "Can I please open my eyes now?" she pleaded. Bobby turned the basement lights on causing a faint fluorescent glow through her eyelids. "Yes, open your eyes."

The sight would make any tattoo artist jealous beyond belief. The floor was a black and white checker board surrounded by lavender walls and black trim. Against the back wall was a masterpiece of pine cabinetry that sectioned out two work stations, separated only by the rather large television in the middle. The shelf under the television held an array of huge apothecary jars with grommets, rubber bands, and ink caps of all sizes. The counter top held what Mina thought to be every tattoo ink color imaginable, neatly separated into plastic containers by their color-the greens, the blues, the violets, the reds, etc. In front of the counters where two chairs with lamps and stools; this workspace could accommodate two artists at a time.

"Bobby, I-" Mina took a step forward to take in her surroundings. This was beautiful and the icing on the cake came in the form of the large Reaper staring at her from across the room. "You did all this?"

"Not all of it. Your boy helped-took a lot of Johnny Boy's shit-not like he's gonna need it." Bobby chuckled but then remembered about her last experience in the tattoo shop. Hoping not to have struck a nerve, he leaned forward to look at her face. Judging on her smile, she was over it. "No, guess not," she said walking over to the cabinets. She took the time to open each one carefully. One cabinet held a dvd player and cable box for the television. Underneath the cabinets were more supplies of needles for lining and shading, along with other medical supplies, tape, green soap, etc.

"When you say my boy?" Mina's eyebrow raised as she pulled out a small native American doll from the cabinet.

"I mean, Tig. We, uh, had some business with some Indians and he must've grabbed it as a souvenir, for good luck of something. Don't ask me when he had the
time to do any of this, but he's the only other person who had a key." Mina put the doll back in her spot before shutting the cabinet and turning to Bobby. "This is incredible, absolutely stunning."

"So, you like it. We did good?" Bobby never needed reassurance, but he really wanted her to stick around. She wasn't his actual niece, but she was damn near close. Her warm smile and embraced had sealed the deal.