So this is my first Quinn one shot but I hope you like it. I realized I've kind of only written for Happy recently and this one just works better for a nomad. This should've been two parts, but it might still get a part two. I don't know yet. Enjoy!

Trigger warning: mentions of sexual assault

Description: Clay and Gemma's daughter is attacked during her senior year of college and when she calls for help, Quinn is the closest Son to her.

My hands shook as I sat on my bed and dialed my father's number. I wasn't sure if I would even have the words to tell him what I'd been through in the last four hours.

My friend had invited me to the party his frat was holding to mark the end of rush. I was pretty hesitant to go because it wasn't really my scene. Sure I loved a good SAMCRO party but there I was royalty. Here I was nobody.

"Hey kiddo what's up?" He asked and I instantly started sobbing into the phone.

"I need someone here," I said, barely getting the words out.

He yelled for my brother and told him he needed to find out who was closest to my college and get them here ASAP.

"Baby what happened?" He asked.

"Is mama there?"

"Yeah," he said. The phone sounded like it shifted hands and she instantly said my name with so much worry I almost regretted calling.

"What happened baby?"

"The guys at the party," I said. I'd told her about the party earlier. "They heard what club whores do and thought I'd be one for them. I told them no but they forced themselves on me."

She audibly gasped before apologizing.

"Baby this isn't your fault," she said. "Here talk to your dad."

"Bug," he said. No one had called me Bug in years. Dad only did when it was serious and he was worried about me.

"Yeah," I said.

"Remember Quinn?"

"Nomad President? Tall and scary?"

"Yeah, he's about half an hour from you," he said. "He's gonna come up tonight and your brother and I will be in with SAMCRO first thing tomorrow."

I looked at the clock and realized it was nearing three am.

"Thank you Dad," I said.

"We're gonna handle this Bug. I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said.

"Your mother is going to stay on the phone with you until Quinn gets there. I'm getting the guys into church right now," he said.

"Yeah," I said softly.

My mother talked to me, mainly just telling me all the shit the club had going on. I was sitting on my bed still half an hour later when the doorbell rang. There were two rooms on the first floor of my house, mine and my best friends, so I made my way to the door as quick as I could so she wouldn't.

I went to the door and glanced through the peephole only to be greeted by the SOA emblem on the back of a kutte.

"He's here Momma," I said. I opened the door and he looked down at me, his eyes instantly softening.

"Put him on for a second," she said.

"It's Gemma. She wants you," I said, handing him my phone. We stood in the entryway as they talked for a few minutes before he ended the call and handed it back to me.

"Church just got out," he said.

"Thanks for making the trip." I was sending out a text to let my housemates know that there was a man from my dad's MC here with me until he could get to me in the morning.

"You need some rest," he said. "Gem told me what happened. I'm sorry. Whatever you need you got it."

I just nodded as we approached my room. I pushed the door open and led the way in. I had the big light off but the fairy lights above my bed were on.

"I can take the couch," he said motioning to the living room.

"My housemates will get pissed," I said. "And I don't want to be alone."

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, shutting the door and sitting down at my desk. I was on my bed with my SAMCRO blanket over me and a squishmallow in my lap.

I stayed quiet for a while. How would I even begin to talk about it?

"You know this isn't your fault," he said. I nodded and looked at him. He just shook his head.

"Where's your makeup wipes?" He asked, motioning under his eyes. My mascara must've streaked down my face.

"Bottom drawer," I said, pointing to my desk. He opened it and grabbed them before coming over to me.

"Are you okay? If you want me to stand menacingly in the doorway I can do that too," he said.

"I'm okay Quinn," I said. He nodded and grabbed a wipe, wiping the remnants of my makeup off my skin.

"Did you change or shower or anything?" He asked. I shook my head no.

"What'd your ma say to do?"

"She just filled me in on SAMCRO shit. Trying to distract me I think," I said. He nodded.

"You know the fucker that did this right?"

"Yeah," I said softly.

"Do you want to go shower?" He asked. I shook my head no.

"How about changing into something more comfortable?" I nodded a little at that question.

"Do you have like a plastic bag we can put these clothes in?" He asked. "I doubt this will go through the police but just in case."

I pointed to my plastic bag stash that I kept for when I needed to pack shoes in my suitcase.

"Do you want me to step out so you can change?" He asked.

"Please," I said, standing up and groaning slightly in pain. Quinn caught me and steadied me, double checking I was okay before stepping out. I changed into some joggers and a SAMCRO shirt as quickly as I could, which wasn't very fast. I called for Quinn as I leaned against the bed.

"Need some help?" I nodded because my bed was raised slightly so I couldn't just sit down on it.

He lifted me with ease and sat me down gently, but I grimaced slightly anyways.

"Do you have like Tylenol or anything?" He asked.

"Uh, second drawer," I said. He walked to my desk and grabbed it. "There's a tumblr cup on top of my mini fridge. Will you put some juice in it?"

He just handed me the Tylenol bottle before completing the actions. He handed me the now full mug and I drank a good bit of it.

"Do you need a snack or anything?" He asked.

"No thank you," I said. "Thanks for all your help."

"No woman should have to go through this," he said, shaking his head slightly. "You should rest."

"I'm scared to sleep," I said.

"Put on a movie," he said. He slid into the bed next to me and I started up Big Hero Six opting for something that wouldn't cause more harm tonight.

"Try to sleep," he said. I curled up in a ball on my side and he sat at the foot of my bed and watched the movie in silence with me.

I ended up falling asleep part way through the movie and woke up to Quinn's voice the next morning.

"Hey, your ma wants to talk to ya. Crow just headed out about fifteen minutes ago so it's going to a few hours."

I nodded and took the phone from him.

"Hey Momma," I said.

"Hey baby," she said. "Your dad wants to move you home today."

"I figured," I said. "I'll call the registrar."

"You sure baby?"

"Momma, I don't know how the next few months play out but I'm here to get an art degree. Lets face it, I don't need to be paying to be taught to make art I'm not feeling up to making," I said.

"Okay baby," she said. "Clay's gonna take care of him."

"I know Momma," I said. "I'll call the registrar and tell them and Quinn and I will start packing."

"I love you baby."

"I love you too Momma," I said, handing the phone to Quinn so I could call and drop out of college.

When I'd finally convinced them I wasn't going to tell them why I was dropping out just that it was happening and I was leaving today, Quinn and I started packing. We talked some as we packed and honestly I was thankful he'd been sent. I was slightly scared I'd get Happy last night. He was protective and loyal to a fault but he scared me. And he never talked.

Quinn and I finished up and there were still a couple of hours before my dad and SAMCRO would be here.

"How about breakfast?"

"I'm not hungry," I said. "You're more than welcome to any of the food though."

There was a knock on my bedroom door and I answered it. It was Jess, my best friend.

"Alex called me to check on you this morning then I saw your text. What happened to you last night?"

"What'd he say?"

"You left in a rush and didn't seem like you-."

I'd felt Quinn move to stand behind me in the doorway.

"Who's that?" She asked, unable to pull her eyes from him.

"He's a friend of my fathers. And as far as Alex is concerned. He's dead to me," I said.

"What does that mean?"

"He forced himself on me last night," I said.

"He, no, he wouldn't," she said.

Quinn growled slightly, clearly not enjoying Jess' response.

"He did. I dropped out. My dad's on his way with the van to move me out," I said. She just shook her head and walked away.

Luckily we didn't have another interruption until my father called to tell me they were outside.

Quinn went and met them at the door. My father and brother ran to my room and my brother had his arms around me instantly.

"Hurting," I said softly and he eased up. The guys started carrying shit out to the van as I told my dad and my brother what happened, who it was, and where to find him. I even sent them a picture of him.

"I'll get Hap on it," my father said. I just nodded and the last of my boxes and bags were carried out. The only thing left was my book bag that had my laptop and chargers and essentials as well as my SAMCRO blanket.

We headed out to the van and stood around it for a minute as my father relayed to Happy everything he needed to know to find this guy. His eyes darkened every time my father spoke another sentence.

Happy just nodded. He moved to stand in front of me. "I'll make him pay Princess," he said, kissing my head.

I thanked him and leaned against the van. I was tired. My whole body ached. I so badly just wanted to sleep.

"Clay, I've been meaning to come to Charming anyways. Is it cool if I ride back with y'all?" Quinn asked.

"Absolutely," he said. I smiled softly at that. Quinn and I bonded a lot the last 12 or so hours.

"Who's my chauffeur?" I asked.

"That would be me," Tig said. I smiled at my uncle.

"Good," I said. "You won't say anything important so I can sleep."

"Hey now, I thought I was your favorite uncle," he said, acting offended.

"Bobby bakes for me," I said. "And Chibs has an accent. Piney, hmm, love him. He-."

"I'm hurt girl," Tig said, walking over and putting his arm around my shoulders. He kissed my temple.

"Happy doing this alone?" I asked. My dad nodded.

Everyone silently agreed it was time to go, so Tig headed around the van and Quinn helped me into the passenger seat.

"You okay?" He asked softly as I buckled.

"Yeah," I said with a small smile.

"Some day that smile will be real again. I'd love to see it," he said. I smiled a little more at that and he kissed my forehead before shutting the door and heading off to his bike.

"Why're you driving?"

"Juice fed a Doberman crank and the fucker bit my ass," he said.

"Juice or the dog?"

He chuckled at that. "Glad to see you've still got the energy to pick on your dear uncle."

"You'd be worried if I wasn't."

"I worry anyways baby," he said. "What's the deal with you and Quinn?"

"Nothing. I'm just very thankful for him. He's been a big help the last few hours."

"I bet," he said. "He's a lot like Hap in the love life though doll. I've never seen him act like this."

"I don't know Tiggy," I said, shifting slightly and groaning in pain. Tig looked worried but I quickly settled and fell asleep.