SAMCRO's Secret

Hale Isn't That Bad

"So how long have you known about this?" Tyler asked quietly, leaning against the wall as she pulled a blanket around her. "A few days." he shrugged, they were cleaning their weapons together. "You guys should've told me, given me a chance to think it over." she sighed. "Why? You backing out?" he asked, barely bothering to glance at her. He knew the answer already, no. "No, I just could've used a heads up." she mumbled.

"Awh! Look at how cute the two crazies are!" Juice called to the club as he stood in the doorway. Everyone had soon gathered in Happy's apartment. "Hey, Juicy. Which one of these do you like best?" Tyler asked as she gestured to her freshly sharpened knives. "This ones kinda nice. Why?" he asked as he picked one up. Tyler snatched it from his hand and put it between his legs, "It's the one I'll use to castrate you if you ever call me cute or crazy again." Tyler threatened. "You are crazy." Happy chuckled at her.

"I'll remember that next time you're feeling kinda lonely, Hap." Tyler said after shooting him a glare. "Damn, Hap. Never thought I'd see you with an Old Lady, and I definitely didn't think it would be my niece." Tig laughed. "I'm not his Old Lady, not even his girlfriend." Tyler mumbled. Gemma gave Tyler a look, telling her to stop fighting Happy.

"All you gotta do is say yes." Happy said as he looked at the girl leaning next to him. "I'm actually kinda hungry." Tyler said and got up, she walked to the kitchen leaving the others there.

"She'll come around, Hap. She's just scared." Bobby said and Happy remained his silent surly self. The others walked out, leaving Happy there to wait for Tyler's return.

"That wasn't a good move."  Gemma said quietly. "What?" Tyler asked as she closed the oven door. "Rejecting him in front of his club." Gemma sighed. "I didn't reject him, I just wanted food." Tyler shrugged.

Tyler walked back to Happy's room and knocked twice before opening the door just enough to stick her head through. "What?" he growled, scowling at her. "Come on, I cooked." Tyler said quietly. He gout out of the bed and followed her to the kitchen. "It's not even ready." he snapped at her. "Are seriously mad at me?" Tyler asked and took a step back. He stayed silent, she pushed him. "This is why I didn't want to stay." she spat. He shoved her too, "This wouldn't be happening now if you stopped acting like a little bitch." he spat back.

"I'm only being a bitch because you're an asshole!" she said and shoved him again. "I'm nothing but good to you." he argued as he shoved her. "Is that what you call it? Ordering me around? Telling me who I can and can't be around? You call that being good to me?" Tyler snarled and pushed him a little harder. "I'm just trying to keep you safe!" he growled back, not pushing her this time.

"For Christ's sake, Happy! I don't need you to keep me safe! I'm better off on my own, that's when I'm safe. When I'm alone, I'm safe! How hard is that to understand?" Tyler yelled at him. "Fine! Have it your way! Get your shit out of my bed!" he shouted back and pulled his shirt off of her. As he walked away Tyler spun around, her fist colliding with the cabinet door and going through it. She stormed into his room and gathered up all of her things and threw them into the floor of her apartment. She went back to the kitchen, the ovens timer was going off. She took out the cinnamon rolls and left them on the stove. She wasn't hungry anymore.

She was too angry to eat. She pushed all of her stuff under her bed, she'd deal with it later. She pulled on a tight v-neck and a pair of skinny jeans with some combat boots. She strapped a knife to her hip and put a gun in her boot before walking out of her room. Her phone rang.

"Hey, I'm here, but your boys don't believe me when I say I'm not here on business." the calm voice on the other end of the phone said.

"I'm walking out right now." Tyler replied and walked out to see the Sons all hovering around Tyler and his car.