Willow had come home to the Black Rebel MC club house. It had been a long trip back from philly to find out that the club had moved from New York, all the way to Las Vegas. She was glad, her brother, her boss had been given his chance at a district. She hurried off to go congratulate her boss. Making it back, she stood in the doorway, day one was going pretty well for a start. 

Walking in she hurried past the others as she was in a rush. Bursting into her bosses office she had reddened cheeks, from her mad dash. Standing proudly she placed a envelope on the desk and grinned. "You should have told me earlier, I would have been here lickity split!" She caught her breath and smiled. "Congrats Don Roper, I am proud to be your member of the club."

She continued her talk for a while before heading out to do her daily runs.  Enjoying the time of the day where the air was not all too bad to ride her bike in. Great day, wonderful breeze in the area, what could go wrong?

Returning to the club house she stopped dead in her tracks at the aura of the place. Something had happened, she had found out through a few conversations. Don Madeline had fallen, Roper was irritated with what had happened, that he had gone out to clear his mind. Willow closed her eyes on one of the couches in the clubhouse and waited, resting as she normally did.

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The next morning she sat up, a notice from their boss, inside a envelope was on her lap. She opened it exhausted from the night, she got little to no sleep. Unfolding the paper she read it, she stood gripping the paper and heading back towards his office entering her eyes reddened from the lack of sleep. Her hair messy she looked at Cowluh, Cowlette and Roper.... 

"Care to explain?" Willow saw the tension but roper could only thank her for the time she had spent before she was shooed away. The clubs end was that noon, not even noon.  She stepped out of the club after they had gone. Zipping her jacket she went for a ride, driving out the gas to her bike in the middle of nowhere, lost in the dark of night. 

Taking her jacket off she stared at her patch she was recently given covering her front as she leaned against the bike, Staring at the dark area she sat. No lights no sign of life around her. "Now what?" She closed her eyes thinking, wondering what to do now as she pulled her legs up to her chest. "Two homes... both gone. I'll find work soon, someplace or someone is bound to have something." She sat there for a few hours before standing pushing her bike along with her as she went to find something, hours passing she stopped again this time falling asleep on the ground next to her bike wondering if she could have changed his mind one way or another.

Jaqs coming from a long history, that he would rather not think about right, had a bad feeling his adopted sister was in trouble, even though he was some what of a jerk towards her, she was still like a sister, sat on his favorite tree branch, playing his instrument that was given to him, he did't know if he should go to New York and check on her, or if he should let her come to him, he sighed, she was a silly girl after all.

Jaqs made a promise to her mother, and he was going to keep it, he shook his head, then he suddenly heard her motercyle engine, he stopped playing his tune, and looked over to see her coming to a stop, he eyes were a so blue, that they didn't look natural, but they were real, he kept his mask over his mouth, and his hood up. He wondered if she often did stupid things to get herself into trouble, all he could do was shake his head, instead of showing himself, he decided to voice out.

"Cause enough trouble?!" He spoke out, as he watched from the shadows, he sighed quietly.

"Does your family know...that you are out late? and out alone?" He asked, teasing her, it was what he normaly did, he was her brother after all.

It was as if he was pretending not to hear her own questions to herself, he let his head fall to the side, "Where is your lover?" He asked her, as he snorted, he shook his head.

Willow had stopped looking at jaqs as he spook from where he was playing his instrument. She had stopped, putting the kickstand down and hopping off. She looked up at the tree before letting out a sigh and placing her back against its trunk. "I havent caused any trouble, nor do they know.... The club is gone." She let out a sigh before choking on what he had to say. "Lover? What? You cant be serious!" She picked up a rock and threw it up above her hoping to hit him with the pebble getting annoyed. "I have no lover.... No one in las vegas suited my fancy." She sighed.

It wasnt long after the club fell apart, she slid down against the trunk, knowing her adoptive brother was teasing, she was younger and naive but he was there to help her when she needed it. But today was a tough day for her, and she was having a harder time adjusting as she took off the leather jacket looking at the patch she had gotten the day before everything went downhill.

He watched as she seemed to leave her day dream, goin from staring at him to getting upset and throwing things at him, he tsked to himself, as he caught the rock, hopping down from the tree, he shook his head, sighing he probably shouldn't have said that, but if he didn't she would probably had been staring at nothing and depressed.

"Ah, I see, I won't ask, ahem...normally you have a boy around...ahaha." He said, as he walked towards her.

He finally came to a stop, keeping his hood up, he looked around quickly making sure no one was following, based on what she said, she must have been the last to survive, he sighed again, shaking his head.

"Why are you in Los Vegas?... what ever..." He said, as he looked back at her pretending to be bored.

"Willow..why are you taking my path?....dont be niave hmm?.....is Dangerous to be by yourself...sto following me and go find a boy to play with him?" He teased, as he started to turn and walk away.

He sighed, as he put his mouth mask up, just as he walked away, he came to a full stop, he realized she had said her whole family is gone, her mother would be upset if she was found in Los Vegas, more like adoptive mother...who knew who her mother was, why did her mother want him to watch over, she didn't need to be around him, he shook his head, and he threw her a bag, with food in it.

"Don't say I didn't help you...Follow me...I want to show you something." He said, as he barely looked back, walking over to the biggest tree grabbing his bike, as he pulled it out, and hopped on, putting up the kick stand.