I cant seem to help myself but start all kinds of projects. This is one of the many Happy x OC I have had brewing for about a year now. Not sure if it will have the draw my other's have but thought I would throw it on here to see if anyone is interested.

I don't own SOA etc etc. OC and non canon are of my own creation.

I'm using a brunette Margot Robbie as inspiration for my OC.

ENJOY!

12 years, 3 months, 16 days since incarceration.

Happy sat on the table with the rest of his brothers. His eyes stayed on Jax as he smoked down his third cigarette of the last half hour. The man was on edge now that his wife was headed behind bars for forging federal documents to see Otto Delaney. She was lucky that the death of the prison nurse wasn't pinned on her, but she would still do a year for her part in the crime. Jax was obviously struggling with the idea that she would be doing hard time.

Happy felt his spine stiffening and his chest tighten as old memories and emotions began to bubble up inside him. Things from his past that should stay dead and buried. People that shouldn't even be thought about, nor spoken of.

"Tara's gonna need protection." Jax drawled, his eyes meeting the group after silent introspection. "Who do we have inside Chino Women's?"

Happy shifted uncomfortably at the question, his eyes sliding to his president's. Jax cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "Got something to say Hap?"

Growling lowly, Happy leaned forward and drummed his fingers on the table top. He looked over the men sitting at the table, none of whom knew what he was about to spill.

"Brother. This is my old lady, if you got somethin' you gotta tell me."

Happy clenched his teeth until his jaw popped from the pressure before he finally spoke, "I know someone that might be able to help."

"Who?"

"She's reliable. If she agrees to it, she'll keep her word." Happy tried to dodge the question but knew they wouldn't stop digging.

"Who is she?" Jax repeated with a sharper edge, his blue eyes scanning him with a calculating gaze.

Happy balled both of his fists, while grinding his teeth in frustration at the idea of sharing personal shit at the table. "My ol' lady."

"What" Tig exclaimed, his blue eyes wide and crazy as his heavily ringed hand slammed the table top. "The fuck?"

"Your old lady?" Jax repeated, sitting up to give him his full attention. "Since when do you have an old lady?"

Happy snarled his teeth as the anger from years ago roiled up inside him like a volcano. He tightened his fists in irritation as his eyes met Jax's.

"Got together when I first patched. Inked her, made her mine." He rasped, his dark eyes drilling holes into the reaper in the center of the table when he admitted his failings as an old man. "Shit went sideways. She ended up locked up."

"What's she in for, brotha?" Chibs asked, his scars downturned at the news.

"First degree murder. Thirty years, parole in fifteen."

"Jesus Christ, man."

"How longs she been inside?" Chibs drawled, lighting up a joint before passing it to him. Happy took a short toke and handed it back before he answered. He knew the exact day she was yanked from his life and he'd counted every vacant day since.

"Twelve years, three months, sixteen days." Happy rasped through his exhale, his jaw tightening as his brothers cursed under their breathes.

"How come you never told us, brother?" Jax asked, his words sounding hoarse from the revelations.

"It's old news." Happy grunted, shaking off Quinn's comforting grip on his shoulder.

"Hap." Jax rasped, his brows raised, "How come?"

Shaking his head, he finally explained, "ATF was aiming at SAMTAC. They had eyes and ears everywhere."

"This when Desi was President?"

"Yeah." Happy nodded, with a scowl. The old Tacoma President was dirty and corrupt. He was a dark stain on the charter's history and one of the reasons his old lady ended up behind bars.

"The pigs pushed on everyone they could get their hands on. This... prick agent got his eyes set on my ol' lady. He got evidence from a sloppy club kill, a guy she had ties too. Pinned it on her, had a couple rat witnesses set to testify."

Happy chewed a toothpick aggressively as the events all those years ago began to flood his mind. He found out about her arrest from his president when he arrived back from a run to Vegas. The man, someone Happy had looked up to and trusted, had told him not to worry, that everything would work out. Happy just hadn't realized that Desi meant, no Son would do time for their fuck up. Happy's old lady would take the fall. She would do his time.

"Prick Agent told her that if she flipped, if she gave them shit to nail the Sons she would go free." He balled his hands up as he recalled the scene unfolding at the police station. "She wouldn't say shit so Desi's dirty lawyer had her take a deal, they took off life in prison if she'd signed a confession. Desi kept me on the road when shit was falling apart, he didn't want a Son to take the fall, he knew I would've taken her place in a heartbeat. When I got back it was too late. She was on her way to lock up. She pled guilty a few days later."

"Jesus Christ."

Happy glanced around the table seeing too much pity for his liking. He didn't do pity.

"How much club shit did she know?"

"All of it." Happy rasped, looking down at the skull ring that most probably assumed was nothing more than Reaper gear. She'd had it crafted special for him, the happy face carved in its forehead matching the ink he'd embedded in her skin. The statement spoke volumes, she was as loyal as they came. His old lady could've taken the club down at the knees, but instead she shut her mouth and did his time.

"So is she protected inside?"

Grunting at the question, Happy shook his head, "She's inside because of the club. She won't rat but she doesn't want anything to do with me or the club. I tried to get some pull inside there but couldn't get any back up and by the time I did, she'd cut ties. She's been on her own."

"What makes you think she'll be able to help Tara?"

"She's survived twelve years inside on her own." Happy drawled, crossing his arms. "She's tough."

"Man's got a point, Jackie boy. More time than any of us has done consecutively."

"Meet with her. See if she's solid."

"I haven't seen her in a while. She told me not to come back." Happy grunted, his skin feeling too tight for his body. Old emotions were growing inside him, guilt being the main one, but also excitement to see her again. He could picture the last time he had and he would give a limb to have something other than the image of her teary eyes and cuffed wrists.

"Better late than never. Will you do it, Hap? For Tara."

"Yes I will." he nodded resolutely.

"What's her name?" Juice asked, the club's intelligence officer obviously looking to research the woman.

"Harlowe." Happy rasped her name for the first time in a decade. "Harlowe Wentz."

Happy sat stiffly at the booth facing a sheet of glass as he waited for the guards to usher the inmates into the visiting area. He hadn't seen his old lady in almost 12 years, but recognized her the moment she stepped through the iron gate. She wasn't tall but not the shortest woman in the room, her head held high as she shuffled across the room in slip on tennis shoes and cuffed wrists.

Harlowe walked up to the booth with a completely blank expression, all reaction to Happy's sudden return hidden from the man. The time had been hard, the lines around her eyes were new and the angles of her face had sharpened. She bore a new scar across her cheek and one cut through her eyebrow, the sight igniting a rage inside him he hadn't felt in years. Her dark brunette hair was french braided tight to her head, her face clear of makeup. She was just as beautiful as she'd always been, but there was a hardness incasing her that seemed foreign. Time had passed but his feelings for the woman sat across from him hadn't.

He loved her as deeply and as fiercely as he had the day she was dragged away from him in cuffs.

She was thinner, her arms and shoulders cut with lean muscle. She held herself with a lethality that Happy recognized from his own prison stints. He felt as though he were looking in carnival mirror, the sight was even harder to bear than if she was broken mess. Their association caused her to be imprisoned, which turned her into the dead eyed predator that sat before him. Her life was being stolen and he couldn't do anything about it.

"What're you doing here?" Harlowe asked after finally picking up the receiver, her voice rougher than he recalled.

"Nice to see you too, Lowe." Happy rasped, his eyes narrowing at her aggressive attitude.

"We both know you don't like small talk, Hap. Cut the shit." She scoffed, her eyes scanning the room before returning to him.

Happy huffed out an irritated breath and counted to ten before replying, "Need something."

Harlowe snorted, leaning forward towards the glass and asking into the worn phone receiver, "You do or the club?"

"We do." Happy answered gruffly.

Harlowe's green eyes blazed a hole in him as she sneered through clenched teeth, "My life not enough for you, killer?"

Happy's jaw popped at the pressure he had to apply to keep from snarling back at her. It wasn't that she was mistaken, she had given up her life for the club. She'd given up more for the club than some of his brothers had. She kept quiet, didn't rat and was doing hard time for a crime she hadn't committed. A crime that Happy clearly remembered committing himself. He could picture the dead fuck's face after he blew it away, the bastard that ruined his old lady's life. He'd fucked up and left clean up to the prospects. A lying rat bastard prospect with a drug problem and loose lips. It was the reason Happy cleaned up his own kills now, so no one else would pay for the crimes he committed.

"If I could change shit I would." Happy growled, his hand clenched into a fist on the tiny counter as he suppressed the urge to punch the glass in front of him. "If I could take your goddamn place I would, Lowe, you know that... You don't owe me shit and you owe the club even less, but I still need something."

Harlowe looked away, her eyes connecting with one of the women being led passed. Her lip curled in anger at the sight before she returned her gaze to Happy.

"Who's she?" Happy asked, his eyes following the dark skinned woman as she was seated at the furthest cubicle.

"Nobody." Harlowe answered flatly. "What do you need?"

Happy brushed off his curiosity and replied, "Gonna be someone heading inside."

"And?"

"She's family. She needs a friend in here."

"A friend." Harlowe chuckled, shaking her head. "Nobody's friendly in here, killer. You know that."

"She needs someone to have her back. Can you do it?"

Rolling her eyes, Harlowe glanced at the woman a few stalls down. Happy watched the way they eyeballed each other. He could tell they were probably familiar adversaries. He wanted to question her, but knew he had no right to ask about her life or the goings on inside. When her gaze finally returned to his, she sighed and muttered, "Yeah. What's her name?"

"Tara Knowles. You sure?"

"I said yeah." Harlowe huffed, leaning forward onto the counter.

"You solid in here? Got a crew to back you up?" He asked, his dark gaze looking her over critically.

Harlowe nodded blandly, her eyes finally looking over her old man. He smirked when he caught her looking at him with a familiar hunger.

"Looking good in your old age, Hap." She finally spoke, her plump lip curling slightly to show off the dimple in her cheek. "Bet all those sweetbutts love it."

Happy shifted uncomfortably with guilt for all the sexually deviant shit he'd done while his old lady sat in a cage rotting.

"Pfft. Don't feel guilty, Hap." She spoke knowingly, her words thinly veiled with sarcasm. "Prison clause right?"

Happy ground his teeth as she gave him a sarcastic grin before throwing out her parting words, "Tell your family I'll keep their gash outta trouble."

Thoughts?