SAMCRO's Secret

Nevada

Happy was pissed. Today's the day he has to bury his almost two year old kid, and no one has heard from Tyler in days. They'd all called her and left voicemails and Juice had tried tracking all of her phones. Nothing worked, when Tyler wanted to disappear, she disappeared.

Happy was outside with Chibs when they saw her.

She walked right in the Teller-Morrow drive way and up through the lot before they realized she was soaked in blood. It was dry and caked on her, like she had slaughtered an entire village. She walked straight to Happy and Chibs, "Here. Target practice." she grunted and dropped a back pack in front of Happy. "After I shower will you fix my stitches?" she asked as she looked at Chibs who simply nodded with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Tyler strutted straight into the clubhouse. Happy opened the back pack, "Mother of Christ." Chibs gasped. A decapitated head was in the bag, he had quite obviously been tortured. This was apparent due to his lack of any skin on his head. Tig walked over and saw it, "Is Tyler back?" he asked, wincing as he looked at the head. Happy simply nodded and zipped the bag back up.

"I'll go talk to her." Happy sighed. He walked into the clubhouse and into Tyler's dorm, knowing that she wouldn't have gone anywhere near Happy's because that's where Alex had been. He walked into the bathroom and moved the shower curtain back. She was scrubbing the blood out from her hair. "You alright?" he asked. "Two bullet wounds, one knife." she answered, her voice completely devoid of emotion. She looked like the soldier that she always turned into around Mr. James.

"What time?" she asked and Happy let out a sigh. "Three." he said, referring to what time the funeral started. "I'm riding my bike. Will you ask Gemma to ride with him?" she asked. "I already did." he told her and she nodded in appreciation. "Gemma and Lyla picked out some different shit for you to wear. They figured you'd come straight here." Happy said quietly.

Once Tyler had washed all the blood off of her body she turned the water off and looked at Happy, crossing her arms over her chest. "Whatever you're going to say, just say it." she snapped. "You leaving again?" he asked, sadness in his voice. "If that's what you or the club wants." she shrugged. "Why would the club want that?" he asked, frowning. "I stirred up a lot of shit, there was a lot of noise in my head. I made some mistakes. Did a lot more damage than I meant to. I'll clean it up, and try to keep the blow back off the club but I don't know what's going to happen." she explained.

"What'd you do, girl?" Happy sighed as he handed her a towel. "I destroyed his business and every business like it. No more kids are going to be trained to kill, no one else is going to lose their son or daughter because of some crazy mobster." Tyler growled as she dried off and wrapped the towel around her. "Jesus, Ty. Now we've got the Irish, the Cartel, and some Mobsters on our asses." Happy sighed.

"I can take care of the Kings and Mobsters, Galindo is club shit. I'm out of club shit. The only reason I'm offering to handle the Kings is because Fiona and Kerrianne have already had to take too much shit off of Jimmy O." Tyler snapped at him. "Galindo is the one you could do the most help with." Happy muttered. "Why? All their product would end up going up my nose." Tyler laughed.

"You don't do that shit. What're you talking about?" Happy said, a slight growl to his voice. "I could use something right now, Hap. I just killed forty men because I couldn't get my head straight." Tyler growled back. "Just get ready for the funeral." Happy snapped and walked out. Tyler shot him a glare, she pulled on a pair of basket ball shorts and a t-shirt. Chibs still needed to patch her up.

When she found Chibs he was arguing with Tig so she just waited quietly until he noticed her. "You ready?" he asked as he walked over, Tig trailing behind. "Yeah." she sighed. "Let's go inside." Chibs said and the trio walked inside. "Tig, set her up on the Reaper." Chibs ordered as he walked off to go find his kit. Tyler stripped to her bra and thong as she laid on the table. She had a bullet wound in her right thigh and shoulder and a stab wound in her left side. "You stitch those up?" Tig asked as he looked at the crude, and most likely very painful stitches. "Yeah, dug out the bullets too." She sighed.