Originally, Hap and Tig had sent Ratboy and Miles to take turns watching their wives. But, in the end, the two women had scared the prospects within an inch of their lives; both men agreed that the women were way more frightening than their Old Men. Miles had jumped ship first, after accidentally suggesting the two couldn’t take care of themselves. Lexy threw a cast iron skillet at his head, which he barely managed to dodge before running the fuck out of the house with Sissy laughing madly by the stove. Ratboy proved to be of stronger stuff though, and had debated the consequences of losing his kutte—and possibly his life—if he ignored a direct order. Sissy had smiled at him then, slow and wide, showing all her teeth before she asked the prospect if he knew the effects of boiling water over a mans penis, holding up the hot kettle she was fixing for tea. If the front door hadn’t already been open, there would have been a Rat-shaped hole in it. And that was two days ago.

As a result, neither of the women had any idea that a storm was coming right for Charming, and a bad one, at that. Instead, they’d turned their phones on silent, and settled on a couple of shopping trips to Oakland, and binge watching their favorite movies that night, completely oblivious to the storm brewing outside. They had no idea their Old Men, or anyone else in the club, had been trying to reach them.

A bolt of lightning lit up the sky outside, and illuminated the room, causing Sissy to stir in her sleep. The couch was huge, as per Hap and Lexy’s demand, and was plenty big enough for both adults to sleep on comfortably, with Lex closer to the window, and Sissy being opposite it. But it was the following boom that woke both of them up.

The clap of thunder was massive, shaking the whole house and startling the redhead awake. Sissy screamed, waking Lex up as the slightly shorter woman scrambled underneath the blankets. Storms were never an issue for Lex, she loved to sleep during them, or play outside in the rain; but for Sissy, they were an entirely different matter. She was absolutely petrified of them.

Lexy scrambled towards the blankets, digging Sissy out so that she could hold her tight as she sobbed. Another loud clap and Sissy screamed again, burying her face into her friend’s shoulder in her hysterics, Lex rocking them both back and forth to try and comfort her.

Suddenly, the door burst open, making both women scream in fright. Standing in the doorway were two silhouettes, illuminated only by the streetlamp outside, and the occasional lightning flash. Lexy lunged for the end table, and the gun inside, but one of the men’s voices stopped her.

“SOS, SOS!” Tig yelled, holding his hands up in surrender. He rushed quickly over to Sissy’s side and scooped her up from Lex’s arms, cradling his Doll close.

“Give us a fuckin’ heart attack, why don’t ya!” Lex growled, throwing off the covers and wrapping them up around Tig and Sissy’s shaking forms. He was drenched to the bone, as was Happy, both shivering a little in the AC of the room, though both would deny it. “Sissy, boo? I’m gonna fix you some tea, ok?”

Sissy’s sobbing hadn’t abated yet, so she could only nod, nearly knocking into Tigger’s jaw in her haste.

Lex headed into the kitchen to fix the tea, kissing Hap softly on her way. He wrapped his arms around his woman as she stood at the stove, content to just sit and watch her take care of her friend as he looked on.

“You’re home early. Why the fuck did Tig yell ‘SOS’ when you guys burst in?”

“Mean’s ‘Save Our Sissy’. We headed out of Arizona as soon as we figured out your phones were off. Had to save our girls from this storm, didn’t we?” He grinned, nibling Lexy’s neck and making her shudder.

“So yours would be ‘SOL’, right?” She teased, pulling the boiling kettle off the burner.

“Guess so.”

“Good, it’ll have two meaning then,” She laughed.

“Two?”

“Yea, Save Our Lexy, and Shit Outta Luck.” She kept laughing as she finished fixing Sissy’s tea, and took it to the living room, shooting Hap a playful wink on the way out.

“That girl,” He growled, “She’s gonna be the death of me.”

Sissy’s POV, here x!