SoA: A special Pie delivery.

(SoA): A special Pie delivery.

A/N: She misses Jess. Without her friend, she's kind of a mess. Fortunately, piepie listens :p

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"You are aware I'm not one of your girlfriends, Asma? You can't just sit around and talk worse than a chatterbox!" Opie seemed annoyed, but he wasn't very serious. He knew Asma was reaching the limits of her patience.

Ever since Jessica went "missing", Asma had tried to know what was happening. She asked everywhere, from Brad to Opie but they all kept their lips tightly shut. Nobody knew what was truly happening or where she was, except for Brad and he certainly would not mouth her location and whereabouts, not even under the threat of having his brain mashed up. So Asma wouldn't know. It became even more complicated when the tattoo artist decided she would embrace their lives. She, who tried to stay away for as long as possible, was now asking to be let in and was met with resistance.

"I need to talk to someone and my girl is not here..."

Alex refused to let her in. He wasn't ready for her to throw herself into a life full of danger. With his luck, she would be dead and he wasn't ready to take that risk. Tig didn't understand the change of heart and they have not been able to sit and talk about it calmly. Anytime the topic would come, they would bicker and argue and slam fists against table or doors behind them. Their arguments became more and more intense, to the point of Tig being denied access to her house. They were on a "break" of some sort and not on speaking terms anyway. Caught in between their drama was Opie, who enforced Jessica, Jax, and Tig's decision to keep Asma out of the juicy part of their lives. He would keep at it until they all reached an agreement.

"We miss her too, Azz. She's been away for a while yeah."

"For too long you mean. Is she even okay?"

Asma was missing Jessica. Her phone didn't receive her texts anymore. There were no phone calls, she wasn't even at home with the kids. Jessica was not at Charming and yet Asma thought she had seen her in any brunette she came across on the street. Each and every time she thought she had spotted the queen, it was nothing but a false alert. There was nothing..no one...and it hurt. She felt empty.

"I know you're not hearing me out here. I know ya'll stubborn with me. I know he's seen hell and he's afraid, but I need to know everything."

"I can't tell you shit anyway, don't insist." -He crossed his arms over his chest.-

"Shit! Are you all going to treat me like a child? Do you think I don't know what's going on?" -She tilted her head to the side, her fingers fidgeting-

"What I think is that you and Tig should sit the fuck down and talk like two adults! You're not listening to him Azz! You're not listening to him and he's not listening to you. And now he can't even go home to you." -He pointed out-

"I do not feel he wants to build something with me. If I'm oblivious to half of his life, then I'm not with him 100% Piepie! That's my complaint here! Same with you, same with Jess. I love you like family and yet, I'm blindsided. I can't see the full picture, It's like I'm missing something, you see?" -She looked at her hands.-

Her heart was beating hard against her ribcage and she didn't know how to make her point or if her friend understood her. Opie seemed to know what she wanted to say but he simply stood by his people. It wasn't the right time for that. Wait until Jessica came back. Wait until she came back.

SoA: The cutie and the Pie!

A/ N: Ah! If you thought I forgot 'bout PiePie, you couldn't be more wrong:p everyone but Asma belongs to Sons of Anarchy and its owners! 

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« So rumors were true, you've finally hit your target today! »

Opie's voice was a tease, Asma had made a lot of progress since Jessica started to train her. She went in a matter of months, from carrying a fake gun to training with real ones. Tig still wasn't very pleased with the whole concept of his beloved carrying a gun. Somehow, he still saw the woman who would rather die than own a gun, the one who despised seeing them, let alone use them. Little did he actually know what sparked the need for Asma to carry and use one. He didn't try to stop Asma, however, and she was grateful that he didn't. It became vital for Asma, once Jessica killed Oscar, to be able to defend herself because she realized that there would be a moment nobody would come to her rescue. With the line of work of her chosen family, there was nothing she could do but expect the worse every single time they went out and one of this scenario involved her turning into a bait. This couldn't happen, in any case, she'd rather die on the spot than being kidnapped and used to coerce Tig, Opie or Jessica or Jax. Moreover, she would end being the damsel in distress. Aside from learning how to shoot, she took some self-defense courses at the local gym, enhancing her ability to defend herself from at least the regular Joe.

« Shut up Piepie! It's not the first time I hit it and for the record, you're an idiot! » She stuck her tongue out before a smile graced her features. « I trained very hard since the first day and I'm very happy with my result. I am good enough to keep the bad guys at bay I guess. » She put her hands on the counter and grinned at Opie.

« At long last! I was afraid you'd shoot me if someone gave you a gun or something. » He scratched the top of his nose. « What are you doing here, by the way? I thought you'd stop by Nix' place or spend the day with Lyla today. »

« I will. I'm supposed to meet Lyla in an hour. I just needed to stop by and see...you. » -Her smile didn't drop although her tone became more serious.-

As a matter of fact, Asma was very concerned. It had been weeks now and Jessica had not been the one providing her the precious training. She had to actually ask the owner of the shooting range to help her complete her training. It wasn't like Jessica not to honor her appointments but it had become a trend these days. She would always come up with an excuse, either it was a migraine, or the job, or the kids and always Asma let it slide. She would nod her head, she would agree with Jessica and pretend she ate her bullshit but she knew. Asma felt it in her bones, the week she spent at the Teller's house after her mother passed away to let her know that something was wrong and she desperately needed to hear from Opie that she was right, that something was indeed wrong. Opie leaned into the counter and looked into Asma's hazel eyes intensely.

«Me? You came all the way just to see me? I knew you had a crush on me but I-- »

« Oh shut up! That crush was a long time ago and how dare you use it against me! » She poked his arm playfully.

She did have a crush on him, she did tell him that moons ago. They did get along quite well from the start, probably because he was actually very easy going and she wasn't looking for trouble when she settled in. It always was deeper than just teases and waves of laughter, even though it didn't seem that way. The closer to Jessica Asma became, the closer to Opie she seemed to get. Simple stuff, nice pieces of advice. She would deal with the whole Lyla relationship and whatever Opie wanted to share with her -anything BUT club related issues since they agreed to keep her out of this. Asma would help him with that. She was quite good at spotting what was wrong and she would more than often care for his well-being and try and help the best she could with what he wanted to share with her.

Simple stuff, nice advice. He would also lend her his shoulder. She barely complained to him because she was the type to keep it to herself and hold back her words and feelings but when she did lose her mind, or spoke one too many words and opened up to him, he was there. He listened. He comforted her -usually by making her laugh until she couldn't breathe-, he'd make sure she wouldn't drink anything and stayed sober. He would watch after her, a lot like a brother would actually. They had this kind of relationship. All was good and sweet up until it wasn't and when it wasn't, when the serious face game was on, they would step up for each other.

«Fine! Fine! I'm kinda hurt, I thought you'd think I was hot forever. I feel like you swiped left on me, that's kinda bad Pinkie! »

« I wouldn't. Come on... » She said with a faint grin, her voice still serious. « PiePie...What's going on with Jessica? » She asked, words escaped from her lips before she could think this through. « I mean, is she alright? I haven't seen her in a while, she's always busy...As a matter of fact, I haven't seen you guys that much. »

« yeah...Club stuff, you know? We're overwhelmed a little bit. Just a lot to take in, nothing's bad. We're good. »

Opie noted she was shaking and nervously twitching on her spot. He knew Asma was worried about Jessica and usually, she had good reasons to be, but sometimes it was just in her head and she made a tempest out of a glass of water. This time seemed to be like that. Jessica had been around, sure, she was busy but he didn't notice anything odd from the queen. She was doing business as usual so he wasn't bothered by it. He would know, they were very close, brother-sister like. He would know for sure if something was happening and she didn't tell him. Asma sighed in relief, seemingly believing him. After all, it probably was in her head, she was doing alright and Jessica was not in any danger of some sort. She moistened her lips and bit her bottom lip.

« Alright then. It was just all in my head. »

« You worry too much Pinkie. Wayyyy too much. » -Opie grinned at her and held onto her shoulder with one of his large hands. Asma tilted her head to the side and wiped some traitorous tears that nearly fell- « You couldn't possibly have come all this way just to ask me if Jess was alright, have you? »

« No, no. I didn't come just for that. I also wanted to know where I could get a gun. One that isn't registered. I really don't want the Popo to know that I actually own one. »

« So Jess gets to teach you how to shoot but I get to do all the paperwork? » -He teased her and chuckled as he saw Asma roll her eyes.- « Come on, Pinkie, let me have some fun. »

«PiePie! » She sighed and rolled her eyes harder. « Can you help me or not? »

« Wow, you're making demands now? » He couldn't help, she was so easy to rile up, it was fun to watch. She pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. « Okay, Okay. I'm serious now. I can help you. Just give me a couple of days and as soon as I have some free time, I'll get you your gun. »

« Thanks. » She bent forward and planted a kiss on his cheek before she waved at him. « I gotta go, I'm pretty sure Lyla is going to kill me because I'm having her wait an eternity! » She blew him a kiss and exited the workshop. Opie leaned against the counter and scratched his beard. Nah, things were pretty okay these days, Jess seemed good, Jax didn't tell him shit about no troubles, so all was just in Asma's worried head.

Well, maybe not.

-TBC-

SOA : PiePie and Azz

A/N: it's a sweet nothing. Turns out I dreamed about this scene and I tried to translate it the best I could XD well, wanted to explain why PiePie and Azz are friends. She does have a slight crush on him, but that's about it, it's just me and my shenanigans ^^ All usual disclaimers

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Asma watched as Opie walked into her shop and started to look around. He never came for an ink ever since the pink haired tattoo artist came to Charming and she didn't think too much about it. Opie was mostly hanging with Jax and the brief moments she saw him was when she visited the Teller-Morrow automotive repair for a quick fix on her car or when Jessica took her out for a race. They talked, yes they did. Small banters and whatnot until someone else came along or he cleared off so it was quite the surprise to see the man walk into her shop and look around as if he wanted to buy it. She bent forward, elbows on the counter as she let him watch for a while before her soft voice tore open the silence.

« I don't sell the place. » She teased him before he stopped looking and scratched his beard as he walked closer to her.

« I know you don't. I just thought that maybe I could come over and have a look. » He bent forward, hands on each side of the counter as his towering figure was dwarfing the artist who simply lifted a brow.

« A look? Like what?  you sightseeing my fucking joint? » She grinned at him before she grabbed the book that was on her left without breaking eye contact with Opie's intense gaze. She wouldn't deny he was handsome, especially his smile when she caught him oh so rarely smiling during getting together with the band. She wouldn't deny he was attractive with that big bruising bad bear look he had going on but he was married and it was more efficient than a cold shower. She already had a taste of married men, although one could argue Elias was a widow so it wasn't really the same thing. Opie and her hadn't even talked to each other and it probably just was her hormones and her solitude speaking up rather than an actual emotion. She liked the guy and liked to see how extra he was at taking care of her best friend... ohwow..Jessica was her best friend now? The thought made Asma blush and she grinned even harder as she opened the book and presented the tattoos she executed on other people.

« What is it for? » He asked, furrowing his brow as he looked down at the pictures and sketches she did.

« You didn't come here just for a visit PiePie. You came here because you wanted something. I suppose you wanted an ink, so here you are, pick somethin' an' I'll work on ya. » She said as she flipped the pages and looked at him. Her hazel eyes dropped and she looked at his kutte. It was doused in dried blood as well as his tee-shirt and she realized that he did come to her because he got into trouble earlier. « What happened? »

« Long story, boo. But you're right. I came here for a little fixin'. Can you fix it? » He asked as he removed his kutte and shirt to expose a very nasty wound that tore apart part of his reaper tattoos. She froze for a minute before a more serious gaze crossed her face.

« Sure. Sit on the table. »

She cleaned her hands, wore gloves and grabbed gaze she doused with alcohol to clean his wound. He took a bullet, she could tell and it had to be extracted from his back which tore the flesh and ruined the tissue. It was too soon to work on it, the wound still being fresh but she would just clean it and document it for future work. He was laying on his front, relaxed as it was very comfortable and glanced at her pretty legs that were circling the table as she cleaned his wound and took several pictures in different angles. It was an odd situation, one she felt shouldn't make her feel uncomfortable but ended up feeling that way. Her fingers traced a little bit longer on his skin, her eyes stared a little too much on his defined back and nice ass. She gulped and fanned herself, mentally scolding her own mind for wandering all over her friend. Especially since he was married to someone she cared about so of course, to cockblock herself, she thought about Lyla. The poor woman was hopelessly in love with Opie and she was willing to do anything to be looked at like the only woman in the world. She remembered when Jessica called for her help to talk Lyla out of getting a crow tattoo and she remembered the time they all spent drinking cocktails and gossiping about Charming Stepford moms. « You're awfully quiet Azz? What's up? »

« Mmhh? Nothing. Nothing. I was just wondering if Lyla was aware of all of that. Do you often come home injured like that? »

« Well, she certainly learned not to ask too many questions. The less she knows the better. » He said groaning a little as his skin was sensitive and the alcohol she was using on him was stinging pretty badly.

« Lyla...She's really a good soul you know? She might have made bad choices in her life and all.. she's a very loving person. I am hanging out with her a little more these days and it's funny the things you can learn about someone in such a short period of time. » She started out. Opie didn't really see what Asma was trying to say so he just shrugged.

« Yeah, she's good. » He did feel the awkwardness of the situation but couldn't quite put a name on it so he brushed it off. It probably was nothing and just the awkwardness of being alone in the same room after so long spent just saying Hi and sweet and brief nothings. « So, can you fix it or not? »

« I can. Give it a couple of weeks. You have to heal first, then have to draw the outlines of the tattoo and make sure it's a perfect fit. Then I'll fill it in and complete it. Your tat would look as if it hadn't been touched by the bullet okay? But for now, you have to heal and you will need better stitches. Let me do that for you. » She said as she sat on the chair near the table and prepared the needle and the medical threads.

« You don't have to do it Azz. I'll be alright. »

« Lyla is a really good soul PiePie. I mean, she is in love with you and she's been desperate to catch your attention. Something real, not just fucking around and maybe pop in a child. »

« Woman, what has gotten into you? All of a sudden you talk about Lyla but we're not talking about her. I came to see you. »

« You mean, you needed my help and I'm giving you my help. » She said as she started to stitch him up. He groaned and shook his head.

« You sound like you're deflecting or some shit like that. I didn't come to talk about my wife. I know Lyla. I don't know you very well. I want to. »

« No. There's nothing special about me. » She said stitching fast. He snarled and shifted on his side to grab her arm. » Asma stopped and stared at him, eyes wide open and lips half-opened too.

« Quit it, would ya? You're acting weird. There's no reason to be worried. »

« I don't know. I think you're attractive. That's my issue. I think I really like how you're smiling, I love to hear your voice, I love to be next to you but this is bullshit okay? This is just me feeling lonely. So yeah, I'm focusing on Lyla right now because I don't want to think about how cute your ass is and how much I'd miss the hell out of ya. Okay ? »

« …...Okay. » He was even more confused than when he came into the shop and Asma groaned loudly because she let it all out like an idiot. Opie put himself back on his belly and furrowed his brows. « I guess you want me to ignore the whole thing? »

« Yeah, we can skip talking about it. Thing is, I probably just need someone to warm up my bed so, if you know someone, a good someone, send them my way okay? It's not really fair you get all the fun when I'm bored at home. »

« A good man in my line of duty? » He looked at her as if she was a ghost. It was difficult to find a good man tied to gang activities and if it wasn't for the very few he trusted, Opie would never advise someone outside of his activities to aim for someone of the club. He scratched the back of his head and shook his head. « I don't know Azz. It's not exactly an easy task you're giving me, but I'll think about it. »

« Yeah? That's nice. Thanks, I could use some deep diagnosis. » She said with a light chuckle. Opie shook his head and once she was done stitching him, he sat on the table.

« You think I'm cute uh? » He said, wiggling his brows.

« Get the fuck out of there with that cute ass face of yours! I'm not going to give you a free pass because of that. Except for today because you've been shot. You'd pay me by sending me a nice looking guy who'll take care of me. »

« Well... I think I might just get a real tattoo someday. Maybe refresh a little bit Donna's. » He glanced over his shoulder and then back at her as he put his t-shirt back. « For the record, and only because you said nice things about me, I think you're gorgeous too and cool. I still wonder how come there's not a line of guys wanting to 'deep diagnose ' you but I guess you wouldn't want the specimen we have here either. »

« Not really. They're not lining up aha. » She chuckled and handed him his kutte. « Please, do me a favor and go hug Lyla and tell her you do love her okay? She needs to hear it from you PiePie. »

« Yeah sure. » He replied, uncomfortable at best to talk about everything involving Lyla and annoyed at worst to somehow have to talk about her while he wanted to get to know Asma better. « I tell you what, maybe next time you go race or something we could hang out? »

« You want to hang out with me? I'm pretty mundane and boring. I don't do your business. I'm pretty clean. » She said, curbing a brow as he put his kutte back on.

« Yeah, why not? Chill Asma. I'm not going to set you up or whatever, maybe while talking to you I could spot a good guy for your pretty eyes. » He said, grinning. Actually, he already knew how to mess up with her and Asma being Asma, she fell for it.

« Get the fuck out of here PiePie! And come back only when you're healed. » She said as she pushed him off of the table, prompting the Son to leave chuckling. It wasn't so bad for a first contact and he intended to keep her close, as close as one could get with someone out of the outside world.

(TBC)