A/N: I'm baaack! xD With another Jay/Happy fic. I told you, I would continue with the amazing Happy. This will follow season two events, with a couple of my own, seeing as the Nords were never fully dealt with in the last one. The same rules apply: REVIEW! Okay, so I meant to publish this sooner, but it was new years and I partying as much as a fifteen year legally can. Stayed up till 7:30 to write this for you then fell asleep at the computer xD

Disclaimer: I do not own SoA or Happy. Or Juice. I wish I did, but you see, that's illegal here in the U.S. of A. So...don't sue me, I'm making no profit off this. I also don't own any brand names I happen to throw in. However, Jayden and my OCs are exactly that, my OCs.

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Happy POV

"Love, loss, like a bullet's path, tear, through, the cavity of my chest. Lights, out, because the fuse was blown..." From Heads Unworthy ~ Rise Against

It All Starts Here

"Finally!" A few weeks after our one on one, we were back home in Tacoma, back to Switch and Mace, back to a normal that I didn't think changed. We were away from the overly public Juice and Skylar, who found themselves 'in love' the second they met and were now all over each other. I hopped off the bike and followed close behind Happy, bags in hand.

"Amen ta that. I swear ta God, if I get stuck in traffic one more fuckin' time, Ima kill someone." He growled. The normally 14 hour trip ended up taking 22 hours, leaving us both on our last nerve.

"Stop bein' so melodramatic."

He glared for a second before shoving the door to the clubhouse open. I let him lead me inside, I wasn't up to fighting, all I wanted to do was sleep myself into a coma. The boys were asleep, except Gage.

"Welcome back, Hap." He stumbled towards us, trudging through a sea of empty beer bottles. Shot glass filled to the brim in hand, he sloshed vodka all over the floor as he tripped over himself.

"What happened ta ya?" Hap backed away.

"She left me, man. She fuckin' left. Said..." He hiccuped and downed the shot, moving back to the bar to grab the bottle. "...Said 'at she couldn't handle eh life" He slurred.

"Damn." Happy breathed out, prying the bottle from Gage's hand. "Jay, kin ya take my shit ta the dorm? I'll meet ya up there." He nodded to me and handed me his duffel.

"Sure." I placed a hand on Gage's shoulder to steady him as he tripped backwards. He plopped an arm across my shoulders.

"She's a keepah, man. Dawn let a go." He was getting harder and harder to understand.

Happy just looked at me.

"Dawn let a go, man." His tone became harsher as her repeated himself.

At first I though Hap was going to lose it and deck him in the jaw for talking to him like that, but his gaze shifted to me and the bottle in his hand. He shook his head and held his hands up. "I won't, man. I ain't lettin' her go anytime soon."

"'ood." He started to sway.

Happy took a step forward and caught him by the front of the man's t shirt as he fell. I grabbed one arm as he took hold of the other. We half lead, half dragged the nearly unconscious man and our bags down the hall, first to Gage's room. We dropped him onto the bed and closed the door behind us when we left.

"What was that 'bout?" I whispered on our way back to our own dorm.

"Joanne left 'im, I guess..." He shook his head and shrugged. "We all knew it would happen someday, she was a nice girl but just couldn't get used to the club"

I nodded my understanding and groaned. He took my backpack from my shoulder and opened the door and lead us inside. I collapsed on the bed, combat boots and all.

"Tired?" He chuckled as I only groaned and buried my face into my pillow.

I was only vaguely aware of him standing over me while my eyes fluttered closed.

~*~*~*~

I woke up lying on my stomach under a boxer clad Happy. He had his face buried in the back of my neck, one arm under me, one hand under my t shirt on my back, thumb tracing the still-healing scar. His leg was tucked between mine, leading me to notice that I was no longer wearing my boots or jeans.

"Relax. Nothin' weird happened." He grumbled into my hair when I flinched. That's when I realized I wasn't hanging off the bed.

I squirmed and wiggled under him. At first he didn't move, but then he tried to turn over. I rolled onto my back under him snaked my arms around his neck.

"You can be a bed hog. It's okay." I smiled up at him and kiss him lightly.

"Got cold last night."

"I'm from Jersey. Born in Colorado. I don't get cold that easily."

"Good for you."

There was no talking after that. His lips crashed onto mine, tongues meeting in a single sweep over his lip. He ran a hand down my body, where it found it's way under the black lace of my panties. His lips moved to my jaw and neck as he began stroking me, smiling at every moan. He found what he was looking for and slid two fingers into me but then, of course, there was a light knock on the door.

"Hap, you up?" A female voice with a slight British accent spilled past the door.

"Yeah, what?" Happy began moving his fingers in and out as he spoke.

"Your mum's on the phone in the office. She says she's sorry for not calling the cell but she lost the number. Should I tell her you'll call back."

"Shit. No! I'll be right there. Hang on." He instantly pulled his fingers out and wiped his hand on the sheets.

The day he told me about his mother was the day I found out where he got his stubbornness. He informed me about his mother and how she was in hospice but hated it to the point she refused treatment sometimes. I spoke to her on the phone once, when I mistook Happy's cell for my own. She seemed like a sweet enough woman. If you asked him, he'd flat out lie to you, but I knew he worried constantly about her and her failing health. When too drunk to keep his mouth shut, Tig told me that Happy's mother and I were the only two women Tig had seen get the hit man to open up. Something, I will admit, I was quite proud of.

He was out the door like Flash, shirtless, barefoot and still trying to buckle his belt on the run. Never had I seen a man run so fast, not even in my time in Iraq. I could just picture him not bothering to slow as he rounded the corner, stretching his arm to steady himself.

"Hey, Fay." I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, trying to calm my body down.

"Hey." She smiled warmly and tilted her head. "Do you have a job around here, yet?"

"No. Was guna look taday."

"When Hap's done, I'll get you set up in the office."

"Thanks." I smiled and stood, attempting to find something halfway decent to wear.

"Of course" With that she closed the door and left.

I ended up dressed in a black thermal and basketball shorts. I brushed my teeth and hair, clasped my gothic cross chain around my neck and fiddled with the pedant until it hung where it was supposed to. In the kitchen, I nabbed a bagel and gnawed on it as I walked to the office.

Happy was alone, still on the phone with his mom, sitting in the desk chair.

"Yeah, Ma....I'll bring 'er....yeah, you'll like 'er....I know ya hate it, but ya gotta listen to 'em, Ma, they're just tryin' ta help....A'ight, well, I'll talk to ya later than, okay? Did you write the number down?....Okay, just makin' sure....love ya too, take care, Ma."

He hung up the phone and hunched over, digging his embows into his knees and hid his face in his hands. Things with his mom always got to him. My heart broke to see him like this. Part of me screamed to turn around and pretend I didn't see anything. But the other told me to go to him, he helped me out a lot more than he knew after I was attacked. He kept me standing on my own two feet, I had to return the favor. That, and Fay was standing at the bay doors, the encouraging look on her face giving a strange contrast to her folded arms.

I padded lightly to his side, afraid that if I made too much noise he would go back to hardass biker. He looked up when I stepped in front of him and, to my surprise, wrapped his arms around my waist. Even sitting down, he could easily rest his chin on my shoulder, which he did. I slipped my own arms around his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him.

"Everythin a'ight?" I whispered.

"No. Doctors say she's close. She wants ta leave, doesn't wanna...be so far away."

I tightened one arm around him and ran a hand down his back, saying nothing.

"Promised her we'd go to visit sometime soon. I was thinkin' goin' Nomad for a bit, but I'll have ta talk ta Clay an' Switch 'bout it." He started to let go and sit back in the chair, his was going back to cold on me. "She wants ta meet ya."

I nodded and let my arms go slack. "Okay. Nomad?"

"You aren't attached ta a single Charter, just go to some meetings where ever's closest."

"Ah. So we live in a motel room for a while? I'm down."

"Nah, the hospice is a couple hours from Charmin', prolly just crash there."

"Sounds fun."

"Yeah, but I gotta talk ta the guys 'bout it next time we see 'em." He stood from the chair.

"A'ight."

He left then, taking a few work orders with him.

~*~*~*~

That night, Fay and Switch were having everyone over for dinner. No one knew the reason behind it, or even if there was one. Well, at least I didn't know. Happy was showered and ready to go and grumbling about how I still hadn't found a shirt to go with the one inch slit skinny jeans I found in my drawer.

"Found it!" I yelled in triumph as I waved my favorite t shirt around.

"'Bout damn time." He mumbled while I pulled it over my head and over my cami.

"Shut up. We goin?" I questioned, twisting it so it fit the way it was supposed to. The t shirt itself really wasn't all that special just a plain sheer white, but it change to grey when it was over the black cami. It's v neck was pretty low, showing a good amount of cleavage, though it wasn't too revealing. My cross fell perfectly on my chest and became the focal point as it was a bright, blood red against plain grey. It was loose, flowing over me instead of clinging, which gave great contrast to the tightness of my jeans.

He didn't answer, only grabbed a hoodie, threw it at me and pulled me down the hall with him. On the way to his bike, I saw Gage roaming the clubhouse, a tired, distant look in his eyes. Switch came out the office as soon as we hit the parking lot. I pretended not to notice Happy hand him the little black box and Switch smiling like an idiot at its contents, only to shove it deep in his pocket as Fay, his girlfriend of three years, came out and wrapped her arms around his waist. I knew what was in the box without having to see and was happy as could be for them. But then my mind went back to Gage and what happened with his own girl. This should be interesting.