It happened faster than Sophie could comprehend. One moment everything was fine, the next she felt a blinding pain and something getting her shirt wet. She didn’t even realize she was shot until she was on the ground.

She felt woozy and light headed but she tried to nod, trying to tell herself that things were gonna be okay. “You look like a ghost.”

A smile, there, nervous and worried, but a smile. “You’re not lookin’ too good either, like.” He remarks, looking up as he hears sirens start approaching. “They’re almost here, yeah? Almost here... You’ll be fine. I’m not going to lose you.”

“Of course! How can I resist a squishy baby.” Sophie said, moving to gently sit down beside him. “He’s adorable.”

“Aye, well, don’t actually squish him.” Scott remarks as he hands over the bundle gently.

And another few minutes of holding before Scott grunts. “Are you gonna make me the bastard for interrupting this?”

“Nah, I’ll do it.” She said, pulling herself away begrudgingly. “Go do your super secret club stuff or whatever it is you gotta do. I’ll see you tonight.” 

“Alright...” He leans down, actually kissing her on the cheek. “See you later.”

“Alright.” She said, making no effort to let got. She should get back to her cookies and let him get to the club but it seemed like she hadn’t seen him in forever and she wanted to steal some of his time. 

And another few minutes of holding before Scott grunts. “Are you gonna make me the bastard for interrupting this?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true. I mean, it shows that you’re caring and shit.” She was gonna say anything about him hooking up with someone else. Nope.

“Wanna hold him?” Scott says, shifting a bit to allow space on the couch he was sitting on, careful as to not disturb the bundle in his arms too much.

“Don’t bloody move, alright?” He grunts, moving the forceps a bit deeper to draw the bullet out. “Please.”

Why does this always happen? Lucky for Keera that Scott was around; he essentially played the role of Chibs in SAMNEW, as combat medic.

“Nearly there.”

Do I come off as a top or a bottom?

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Sophie let out a happy murmur before nodding slightly. “Yeah, sounds like it’ll be fun.”

“Alright.” He’s going to pull back a bit so he can look down at her, but not break the hug, because, honestly? He really did miss her. “I’ll let you know.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t be, but they were desperate.” Scott admits, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. Strangely, he suits the fatherhood look, as he glances down and smiles at the tiny form in his arms.

“You look like you’re doing a good job.” Sophie remarked as she watched him. It was the truth–he looked like he was an expert and she didn’t know why but it made her smile. “Need any help?”

“Nah, I’m good.” He grunts, looking up and flashing Sophie a smile. There’s something about murderous biker bastards and babies which is so endearing. “Besides, he’ll likely help me pull. Lasses love a bloke who’s good with kids.”

“Okay, so I won’t take a picture, but this is still adorable.” She said, moving closer and cooing at the sleeping baby. “Didn’t know you were the babysittin’ type.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t be, but they were desperate.” Scott admits, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. Strangely, he suits the fatherhood look, as he glances down and smiles at the tiny form in his arms.

“Mmm… Maybe later. I need to stop by the clubhouse anyway and sign in.” He takes a few more steps closer and opening his arms. “So gimme a bloody hug before I go.”

Wiping her hands she moved from behind the counter and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against him. She had missed him more than she’d like to admit. “You just got here though. Text me later,okay?”

There’s the slightest grunt of pain from the big man, but it doesn’t stop him wrapping his arms back around her. “Yes, boss.” He mumbles, in reply, reaching a hand up to tousle her hair. “There’ll likely be drinking and stuff going on tonight, if you’re up for it?”

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“One more word and I’ll break your other arm too.” “I know it hurts, but you’re not alone. I’m here for you.” “Will you please tell me who did this to you?” “Something happened to you while you were gone and if you don’t start talking about it you will only sink further and further into this darkness.” “I know what leaves those scars. I’m sorry. Nobody should have to go through that torture.” “Which do you prefer? Your tongue or your eyes?” “My whole life I’ve been searching for someone willing to endure my torture… Evidently I got impatient.” “You have something I want. Give it to me and I will let you go. It’s that simple.” “Why I’m doing this to you? There is no why… I just like it.” “Don’t cry, darling, I’m still your best friend. This doesn’t change anything.” “Please don’t panic, it’s just a small knife.” “Shut up– SHUT UP! I can’t think with all your screaming!” “You’re dying. Oh my god, you’re dying! That wasn’t supposed to happen!” “If you don’t tell me what’s been happening to you, you leave me no choice but to leave you.” “Why won’t you talk to me about what happened? You’ve had the same blank look in your eyes for weeks.” “Where did that scar come from? You didn’t have that before the holiday, did you?” “I want you to take this knife and make a nice, long cut in your own skin.” “Beg for your life, if you want it. I will spare you if your pleads satisfy me.” “I don’t know whether I’m going to kill you or not. You think I have that much self-control? Ha! You’re cute.” “Tell me what you know and the pain will stop, I promise.”