Tacoma: Heels

She trudged up the stairs to her apartment keys in hand and heard his bike approaching before she saw it. She glanced out over the balcony as he cut off his engine and took off his helmet. She gave him a small wave of acknowledgement and he gave her his customary nod back. It had been two years now that he had been following her, tailing her, babysitting her. Whatever you wanted to call it.

She had to admit that he had come in use. About six months earlier she'd had a date that had taken things further than she'd wanted, and hadn't listened when she'd said to stop. Said date had not noticed Happy leant up against his bike in the moonlight when he pinned Hailey against the wall next to her front door. Said date had descended the stairs quicker than he would ever betted was possible when Happy threw him down them. They still couldn't speak civilly too each other if left in the same room together though. She doubted they ever would. He held such contempt and belligerence toward her and she still hated the idea of having him babysit her.

She walked through her front door flicking the light on as she did so and immediately tripped over a pair of shoes that she didn't recall leaving there. She bent down and picked them up and alarm bells went off in her head. These were not her shoes, they were strappy, high silver sandals, not like anything she would ever wear.

"Matt? Are you here?" She called as she walked through the lounge room. She been dating him for about the last 4 months and things she thought had been good. She heard scuffling and lowered voices as she neared the bedroom. She opened the door and found him frantically trying to get his boxers on, a blonde girl on the other side of the bed wrapped only in a bed sheet.

"What the fuck?" She yelled.

"Hailey please. I can explain baby." Matt groveled finally mastering getting his pants on.

"Do you think maybe you could get dressed and get the fuck out of my house?" She directed toward the blonde.

Happy's ears pricked up as the front door of Hailey's apartment opened and footsteps started quickly down the stairs. Different footsteps, heels. Hailey never wore heels. He looked up to her balcony to her see her come out and throw and armload of clothes and possessions over it. He watched as her pretty little form went back inside and came back out again with more that she proceeded to throw over. The boyfriend she'd had for the past few months came out behind her.

"Babe I'm sorry." He said in a groveling voice.

"Yeah I bet you are! Sorry you got caught!" She yelled, spitefully.

"Hailey, baby please!" He continued to grovel.

"Get the fuck out and don't bother coming back!" She yelled as he hung back in the doorway. "Oh and one last thing." She said, a spiteful grin on her face, lighting a match and dropping it over the balcony to his pile of belongings below.

"Shit Hailey! You're fucking crazy!" he yelled as he descended the stairs to attempt to rescue some of his belongings.

"Don't bother asshole. Just clear off." Happy's voice sounded out behind him and he scuttled off before Happy could make contact with him.

He looked back up to Hailey's balcony and couldn't see her; the light from the open front door still splashed across the night. He heard her sob and knew she was sitting against the balcony wall crying.

"Come down here Princess." He said knowing she'd turn her fury on him if he approached her right now.

To his surprise she obliged and sat on the bottom step where he stood. He took a seat down next to her.

"What happened?" he asked.

"You see the blonde high tail it out of here?"

"Yeah?"

"I found him fucking her in my bed." She said her tears subsiding. "I really liked him Hap."

"I didn't think he was as much of ass as the others either." Happy said. "You want one?" He asked pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his kutte.

"Yeah thanks," She said as he passed her one. She placed it between her lips and leaned forward for him to light it.

"You know he's right about one thing." Happy said.

"Oh yeah? And what's that?" She asked her tone growing short.

"You are fuckin' crazy. Lighting his clothes on fire like that?"

"Bastard deserved it." She almost growled.

Happy almost chuckled. "You know you don't piss me off so much when we're out of Charming Princess."

"Then stop callin' me that." She snapped.

"Not gonna happen," He said as he stood up, stubbing his cigarette out against the stair balustrade. "Ever," he added as he walked away toward his bike.

A/N: Short I know but this just kinda came to me amongst the chaos of life right now. I barely have a moment to myself to get anything of my other stories written so it'll be at least a week or more until I update them. They float around in my head constantly but finding the time to get it typed is not possible. Oh and there are more Happy/Hailey one shots floating about too which will eventually make their way to here. As always thank you for your support and please review and let me know your thoughts.