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"Come on," He started, "I want to take you somewhere."

I followed behind him as we exited the gallery. I stopped at the front desk and Casey handed me my purse and cardigan. I slipped my arms into my sweater, and then looped the strap of my purse over my shoulder. Casey gave me a wink and I smirked at her as we hit the sidewalk. Happy guided me over to his Harley, gleaming in the sunshine. He leaned over, opening one of his saddlebags and pulled out an extra helmet. He handed it to me and I took it, a laugh hiding in my throat.

I coughed it away and peered at the item in my hands, "You kept this?"

He just stared at me, the look on his face telling me that I shouldn't even have to ask. Of course he did. He'd kept the few things that reminded him of me; never letting my memory fade. I flipped the helmet in my hands, noticing the initials carved into the inside of it. HK. Kozik had given me his spare to use on the ride I was supposed to accompany him on. Turned out the first time Happy and I rode together. From that day on, Kozik was adamant that I keep it, never allowing me to return it to him. My eyes started to water as I thought about him, and remembered his stupid childlike grin. I bunched as much of my hair as possible, tying back into a miniscule ponytail and tucking the remaining bits behind my ears. I strapped the helmet to my head, realizing just how long it had been since I'd been on the back of a Harley. I gulped, scared senseless, remembering the sensations from my first ride. Happy climbed on the Harley, straightening out the bars and waited for me.

"You realize I'm wearing a dress right?" He rolled his eyes and patted the seat behind him.

I shrugged, thankful that my dress went down to just below my knees. I placed both hands on his shoulders, gripping tight swinging my left leg over and positioning myself on the back of the motorcycle. I tipped forward, folding my dress neatly so that I wasn't exposing myself and then slid my arms through his, clamping them down around his waist.

"It's been a while." I joked with a nervous laugh.

He jumped into first gear, turning the throttle with a violent pull and the engine revved loudly. I squealed and constricted my arms, burying my head in his shoulder. I felt the rumble of laughter roll through him at my reaction.

I leaned back, smacking his arm, "Asshole."

He turned his head in my direction, his profile shadowed by the sun, "You love me."

I saw that stupid coy smirk grow on his mouth and I shook my head at his cockiness.

I rested my chin on his shoulder, "Just drive."

He backed out and drifted towards the other end of the parking lot, slowly passing the gallery doors. I waved to Casey who was swooning enough for all three of us. She jumped up onto her tiptoes, waving us off and clapping. As we approached the end of the lot, a black Mercedes pulled up opposite to us at the same time as Happy was about to make a left turn. I saw as Adam rolled down the window, his mouth dropping in shock. Happy tilted his head in the other man's direction and nodded, revving the throttle. I laughed, thrilled by Hap's display of ownership. I shrugged and pouted, my way of apologizing to Adam before Happy sped off in the opposite direction, my laughter ringing in the air behind us.

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Happy pulled up to what looked like a row of empty warehouses on the docks. It was closer to home than I thought it would be, not that Charming was all that far away. It was probably because I wasn't used to the ride anymore, but in my mind I made Charming much farther away than it really was. He turned the ignition off, set the kickstand, and climbed off. I remained seated on the back, my hands resting on the seat in front of me. My back and arms straight as I watched Happy get situated. I flexed my fingertips, memorizing the feeling of the hot leather. Happy set his helmet down on the side mirror before turning to me with a hand out. I smiled, giddy at being around him again.

"Such a gentleman." I joked as I placed my hand in his and he guided me back onto me feet.

I let go of his hand and reached for the clasp of the buckle. I lifted the hard helmet off my head and Happy took it from me, setting it down on my seat. I smiled at him, recognizing the subtle gesture. I knew that spot would always be just for me. I tugged the hair tie out of my hair, letting my hair fall back. I waited as he pulled a cigarette pack out of his pocket and lit one. Once he was set, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me close and wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I leaned into him with a small laugh. He steered me in the direction between the two closest grey buildings. As we approached the door to the building on our left, it swung open and an extremely pissed off officer stomped through. She was tall, thin and had dark brown hair. Her face was flush with anger. She nearly knocked into us before she noticed us standing there. She raised an eyebrow at me, not even trying to hide the fact that she was judging me. I noticed the Sheriff's badge on her utility belt and understood the look on her face. They were the Sons of Anarchy after all, not entirely friendly with the law. With a slight turn, I faced Happy, a question in my eyes. He opened his mouth to explain when the door was thrust open again. Happy was quick to move out of the way, pulling us both back. The sheriff shouldered around us, pushing onward.

"You're making a big mistake." That all too familiar Scottish brogue sounded.

A bright smile grew on my lips and I ducked away from Happy's protective arms. The sheriff paused as she heard his voice ring out from behind the door. Chibs rounded the open door and his eyes glazed over me, searching for the person he was yelling at. He spotted the sheriff a few feet behind me, making an attempt to walk around me but I pushed my sunglasses up into my hair. Chibs spared another glance in my direction and then noticed Happy standing to my left. He stopped abruptly and his mouth dropped open. All the tension in his face, from whatever argument he was having, disappeared and he grinned.

"Well I'll be damned…" He glanced at Hap, "Is that our Ellie girl?" Without giving Happy or I a chance to answer he swept me up into a tight bear hug, swinging me in a full circle.

I laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the air around us. He stopped and set me down, leaving one hand on my shoulder. His back was facing the sheriff and I caught her bewildered expression from behind him. I ignored her, elated to be back in the midst of my extended family.

"Chibbie!" I lifted up on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek, "I missed you."

He tugged me closer again, squeezing and then threw his arm around my shoulder making a quick checked with Happy, seeing if it was ok that he was embracing me. I saw Happy's nod of approval and we pushed on forward, Chibs grabbing the doorknob and tearing it open.

"Let's go reunite you with the boys, yeah?" He spoke as we all passed the threshold, the door slamming closed behind us.

"Tig!" Chibs shouted.

I gazed around the room. To my right there was an office, where I could see the famed table, meaning that this was their new clubhouse. I wondered what happened to TM but felt there would be another time to ask questions. To my left there was an island style bar and what I could only assume were porn sets. I shook my head with amusement, some things never changed.

Tig was standing beside one of the stools, where a long legged woman was seated, drinking a fruit cocktail. Tig inclined his head in Chibs' direction but didn't turn.

"I'm a little busy" He shouted back.

Chibs roared with laughter and yelled back, "Yer gonna wanna see this."

Tig sighed and both he and his woman turned in my direction. I raised my hand to chest level, shrugging a little and waved at him with a shy smile. He dropped the cigarette between his fingers.

"You've got to be shittin' me." He said. He gazed past me, looking to Happy for answers, "Hap? Is this for real?"

I didn't see Happy's reaction but assumed it was yet another nod of confirmation.

"Tiggy." I greeted, using my tiny girlish voice.

His eyes rolled back and an exaggerated shiver ran through him. He shook his entire body before running forward, pulling me into a tight hug.

We were interrupted when a deepened feminine voice asked, "Excuse me, but who may I ask is my boyfriend holding?"

I glanced up to see the transwoman who had been sitting at the bar with Tig.

I pushed Tig away and attempted to explain who I was but Tig interrupted, "Baby, this is Happy's Old Lady."

I dropped my mouth open in protest, "That has yet to be determined."

Tig shook his head and I felt Happy approach me from behind. His arms slid around my middle and his breath brushed past my ear as he spoke, "No."

I grabbed his hands, turning in his embrace to face him, "Really?"

He nodded, his eyes focussed on mine, "Yeah."

"Wooooo!" Chibs clapped, "This calls for a drink."

Happy and I stayed standing where we were. I had a smile plastered to my face. We'd only just reunited and he was already making serious declarations. There was no 'I love you to the moon and back' but admitting that I was his Old Lady, now that was a stand on its own. One that these boys valued as high as their brotherhood. I sniffed, wiping my eyes in a swift motion. I leaned into Happy, laying my head on his chest. This wasn't what I was expecting. Just yesterday I had been resigned to the idea that I'd never see him again. He lifted one hand, running his fingers along the chain around my neck and tugged his ring out from under the top of my dress.

"How did you – " I started to ask but cut myself off realizing that he was the one who gave me the chain in the first place. Of course he recognized it. I backed up an inch, wrapping a hand around his, both of us clutching the metal memento.

"I've never taken it off." I admitted.

With a strong tug, he busted the chain off my neck, the ring gliding down into his hand. He lifted my left hand between us and slipped the Reaper onto my ring finger.

"Happy." I whispered, in complete awe.

Not only had he acknowledged his feelings for me, he was outright marking his territory by placing his ring on my finger.

"I'm not about to lose you again." He rasped.

I lifted my hands, framing his face and pulling his mouth to mine.

"Get over here you two lovebirds." Chibs shouted from the bar.

Happy's face lit up into one of his rare smiles and we both joined the rest of the Sons at the bar. I sat myself down on the nearest stool, next to Tig's woman.

"Elle." I held out a hand and introduced myself.

She grabbed my hand, admiring the ring on my finger and then smiled, "Well aren't you a little slice of heaven." She let go of my hand and introduced herself, "Venus."

Happy handed me a glass of clear alcohol, from the smell I assumed gin, remembering my disdain for beer. I grinned at him and took a sip. The boys all took turns clapping their hands on Happy's back, congratulating him on finally settling down.

Venus leaned towards me and whispered, "I don't think I've ever seen that man actually smile." I chuckled at her statement, and she continued, "Is it bad of me to say that his smile scares me more than his 'killer' face?"

I nearly spit out the liquid in my mouth I was laughing so hard. Venus reached out and patted me on the back, helping me through my little choking ordeal.

Once I was breathing normally I nodded, "It's rare, but it happens."

I gazed out, over at Happy. I sighed, this day was proving to be the best one of my life. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught me staring and gave me a sly wink. I scrunched up my nose with a smile, biting my lower lip. Venus caught the exchange, her own smile growing.

She bobbed her head up and down, casting me a side glance, "I don't know where you came from, or how you know these boys, but you've come back into their lives at time when they needed it the most."

I stared up at her, and she caught all the questions in my eyes. She shook her head, making it clear that she wasn't going to be the one to break the news. I turned back to the Sons on the other side of the counter. There were only three men that I was still familiar with; Tig, Chibs and Happy. The rest were all new faces, ones that I'd never seen before. I wasn't blind and I noticed the missing men. In my mind I did a head count: Kozik, Jackson, Opie, Bobby, Juice, Piney and Clay. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what happened, but there would come a time when Happy would have to tell me. Now that I was bearing his Reaper I was officially all in. There wasn't going to be a 'need-to-know' this time around. I wanted to hear everything that my man was involved with, even if knowing endangered my life.

I stared at Hap and his brothers, lost in a daze, as they milled around joking with one another. My trance was interrupted by a door sliding open on the other side of the bar, behind the group. I peered over the bar, catching long, wavy blonde hair and a very petite woman entering the studio. I let out a small gasp and the noise drew Hap's attention back to me. He turned to see me frozen, staring at the woman who had just come in. He followed my gaze and put together the pieces. I shifted my gaze to him and he gave a short nod, encouraging me to rebuild that relationship. I took a deep breath and pushed myself out of my chair. I rounded the bar, feeling a dozen eyes on my back as I moved.

"Lyla?" I called.

She was busy discussing business with a large man holding a thick book. I assumed it was probably the expense binder but couldn't know for sure. Without registering my voice she turned with a smile.

"Ye – " Her response was halted when her eyes settled on me.

Her face grew solemn and I gave her a tentative smile, apologizing for everything I didn't do. I'd left her alone, in a time that was trying for her and never came back. I didn't expect her to accept any form of apology from me. I figured she was pissed, rightfully so. If I was in her position I'd turn around and walk in the other direction. I'd been a shit friend, and she had every right to keep this bridge burned.

Out of nowhere she waved her hands in front of her eyes, sniffling, "Elle?"

I nodded and she squealed. She ran towards me and we wrapped our arms around one another. I squeezed her tight, realizing now how stupid it was to cut my ties with her. She'd always been such a great friend. We let go and she pushed back, smacking me on the arm.

"Fuck Elle! Where the hell have you been? There's so much I have to tell you." She blubbered.

My eyes widened, "You aren't mad."

She rolled her eyes, "You were my best friend. I couldn't be mad at you even if I wanted to!"

Behind us I heard a voice I wasn't familiar with ask, "Think they'll do a movie together?"

"Fuck yeah! I'd watch that." Another voice joined in.

Both Lyla and I shifted our gazes at the group behind us, a scalding glare for two men making ridiculous suggestions. It was all for naught because Happy's growl was loud and overpowering.

He grabbed the skinny looking guy by the scruff of his t-shirt, "Watch what you say boy, that's my woman you're talking about."

I giggled at Happy's reaction when my arm was nearly pulled out of its socket.

"Elle!" Lyla shrieked.

I turned back to her and her eyes were glued to the silver ring on my finger. She whipped her head back in direction of the Sons and pointed at Happy. His eyes were narrowed and he shoved the younger man away from him, turning back to us.

"Happy!" She screamed, "Oh my god! It's about fucking time."

Chibs howled with laughter, a resounding slap on Hap's back and Lyla yanked me forward into another hug. I buried my face into her hair, thankful to have my friend back.

After the excitement died down she whispered in my ear, "I missed you, Elle."

I pulled back, "I missed you too."

We walked over to the bar, resuming where I'd just been seated and joined in on the conversation. Lyla started discussing potential wedding plans while I rolled my eyes at her eagerness. As the conversation carried on, Happy found himself gravitating towards me, leaning against the bar across from me. In a lull of his conversation, he bowed forward, catching my lips in his. I paused what I was saying to Lyla to give Hap my full attention and when he tried to pull away, I wouldn't let him. My hand snaked around the back of his neck and I kept him locked in.

"Hey." Tig yelled, "Save it for later, you two!"

In a simultaneous turn, we both glared at Tig, who threw his hands up in surrender. The group around us broke into obnoxious laughter and I leaned away from Happy. He gave me another wink, while Lyla wrapped one of her hands around mine.

I was finally home.

~(FIN)~