"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
Tig manages to help patch up the wounds of Sydney's past after a visit from Happy rips them wide open.
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Happy shook his head angrily as Sydney continued to cry. He had been stupid to have let his emotions get the better of him, but he had been even stupider to think that he was going to be able to come here and have a calm and logical conversation about abandoning her, while she was alone in a hospital bed.
"You know that I'm proud..." His voice got lower, wishing that he'd never said anything in the first place. "Syd, I'm-"
"What's going on?" Tig's voice of concern overtook Happy's as he approached the doorway to see Sydney in tears. He didn't even notice that the Nomad was in the room as he raced over, taking her face in his hands and wiping her eyes.
Sydney squeezed her eyes shut as his piercing blue orbs blinded her, eventually peeking through her wet eyelashes to see the empty chair where Happy had been sitting. She trembled as she stared at the vacant seat, a heavy sob building deep in her chest and finally escaping her lips as she fully broke down.
"What's wrong, angel?" Tig tried to coax it out of her as he rubbed her back.
"I just wanna go home." She lied.
"I know, Princess... Soon." He nodded, pressing his lips to the top of her head.
Sydney only felt herself getting more worked up as he comforted her through another lie, whimpering as she clutched onto his shoulder, thinking back to what Gemma had said about how history would repeat itself if she didn't set the record straight... She sucked in a shaky breath, she couldn't lose him too.
"Gemma thinks that we should talk." She pulled away from him, wiping her eyes as she tried to pull herself together.
"Okay." He nodded attentively. "About what?"
"When you left..." She began.
"Sydney..." He shook his head. He hadn't at all expected that to be what she wanted to talk about. "We don't need to talk about that-" He didn't want to relive the bitter memory, not now, not while he was doing such a good job of hanging on by a thread.
"Yes we do." She cut him off. "Look, I know why you left. I'm not holding that against you, but..." She felt her eyes welling up again, shifting them downward as she forced herself to continue. "You hurt me... Really fucking bad." She whispered, letting the tears fall freely. "And then when that Nevada sweetbutt came back, I thought..." She trailed off.
