A/N (( Been thinking of writing a 'happy' based story for awhile I have him speaking probably more then he normally does in the show, hopefully everyone likes my portrayal of him. I own nothing, Kurt Sutter owns everything SOA related. Rated for swearing and mentioned violence.R&R more chapters to come.))

Bullets and Beauty Queens

The warm wind in the Nevada summer night whipped past him as the motorcycle barreled down the long nearly empty stretch of highway. The moon high in the night sky illuminating the miles of desert that stretched endlessly on. Hands gripping the handle bars tighter as he accelerated there was that familiar feeling of peace that riding brought. Nothing else mattered but the cut on his back and the miles he put behind him.

The reaper patch's stark against the black leather. Wind pulling against it as he changed lanes and passed a small compact car that even in the darkness slowed its speed to give him a wide opening when they spotted the patch on his back marking him a Son. He drove on for another fifteen miles uninterrupted until he spotted a trashed old pickup truck that had to be doing at least 85mph swerve into the other lane and he slowed giving the truck its space the last thing he wanted was to lay his bike down in the middle of fucking nowhere because of some asshole was driving drunk.

The trashed red pickup truck swerved again half out of its lane and onto the side of the road kicking up clouds of dust and spewing rocks across the asphalt. It suddenly went from 85mph to a halting near stop peeling along the side of the road and almost into the ditch beside it. The passenger side door opening and slamming out away from the vehicle as it came to a screeching stop. Without a pause a body flung out of the cab onto the ground and he could see someone getting out of the truck through the same door.

He had seconds to make a decision and he told himself to keep on driving that this didn't concern him but as he passed by the red truck he cursed slowing down he turned around the engine blaring as he made his way back. Not knowing what to expect he stopped a good fifty feet away grabbing his desert eagle magnum pistol out of its holster inside his cut removing his helmet and stepping off the bike there was no question about it being loaded.

Approaching the truck he kept just to the side almost on the edge of the ditch keeping the trucks bright head beams out of his vision, gun pointed to the mid hip he could hear loud cursing whoever the voice belonged to he reasoned they were either to drunk or deaf to not have known he was there they seemed entirely distracted by their task at hand to realize they had a gun trained on them.

The light from the open truck cab cast an orange glow on the patch of sand on the road side and Happy Lowman could see well enough to spot a tall built man wearing blue jeans and white under shirt struggling to shove the body he'd seen them dump out not long ago into the ditch. The safety on the gun clicking off got the man's attention loud and clear. He whipped around and Hap got a good look at his face he was a white male clean shaven his brown hair slicked back, he held up his hands seeing the gun trained on his chest. Even in the night Happy could spot blood on his hands, knuckles torn up. Without removing his attention from the man for too long he cast his eyes down at the body at his feet.

The second he laid eyes on it he felt his blood boil, the body he'd seen him shove out of his truck like a sack of garbage was just a girl, she couldn't be more than twenty and if she wasn't dead yet from the beating she'd been given it wouldn't be long. She wasn't moving and there was so much blood in her hair you couldn't tell what the color was as it mixed with the dirt on the ground. Wearing a pair of shorts and a thin tank top that had once been blue there was hardly an inch of exposed flesh that didn't have bruises on it.

Flicking his eyes back up to the man he'd already made his decision and he raised the gun higher aiming between his eyes. Happy had done a lot of messed up shit in his life a lot of it by his own choice but raising a hand to a woman wasn't one of them feeling entirely justified he intended on putting this sick prick out of his misery. The man panicked now and held his hands up higher, "Whoa whoa whoa, hey man listen it's not what it looks like." Happy thought better and lowered the gun just enough firing off a quick round and the man went down beside the girl in a howling heap gripping his thigh as blood seeped out of the hole in his leg, red gushing through his fingers.

The man's pathetic cries went unanswered in the desert air; a lone coyote howling in the hills was its only reply. Happy stood over him and pressed his boot hard down on the man's hand over the gunshot wound trapping it, pushing a good amount of his weight onto it effectively trapping him. The man made a noise like a whimper and a scream pushed together and Happy shoved the gun against his temple. "Tell me then asshole what's this look like then, cause it sure looks like your dumpin' a body." Just as he spoke Happy heard a soft almost too faint to hear moan escape the girls lips her eyes shut still.

The whimpering man on the ground looked down at her as well and Happy pushed the gun harder into his head. "You don't look at her asshole. Get up now." He ground out the words and stepped off the leg allowing the man to unsteadily pull himself up on his good leg half doubled over still he held onto the side of the open door. He shoved him hard against the cab of the truck slamming the door shut as he did so, reaching into the man's back pocket he pulled out his wallet digging through it finding two hundred dollars in cash and a Nevada state drivers license he took both.

He held up the drivers license getting a good look at the name. "I catch you again…Travis Stockholm I even see this shitty beater truck in my rearview I will find you and gut you like a fucking animal do you understand me?."

Travis nodded vigorously hands against the door the second Happy stepped back he bolted as quickly as he could pulling the passenger door open and crawling inside. His eyes wide with fear he didn't wait a second more before starting the engine and peeling off the road side the back of the truck fishtailing as the red lights blinked the vehicle being swallowed up by the darkness. Happy looked in either direction of the highway there wasn't a soul in sight. Walking back to his back he rooted through his pack finding a flashlight he clicked it on walking back towards the girl. Beyond the moan from earlier he'd heard nothing more kneeling down he kept his gun in one hand, flashlight in the other trained down on her face. Soft wisps of dust came up as she took shallow breathes barely noticeable unless you watching for it.

He was debating whether or not to leave her there, she looked like she was on deaths doorstep. The irony of Hap being the one to hold her life in his hands was not lost on him. He calculated the risks involved if he bothered dialing the number into his prepay that his fingers were already itching to press. What was the point in shooting that creep if he was only going to walk away now? Ah fuck it he thought. I've come this far. Holstering the gun he pulled out his prepay his fingers checking her pulse while he listened to it ring. It just so happen Juice was driving the van probably twenty minutes behind him by now and he hoped the idiot answered his phone. He didn't even know if she had twenty minutes.

When Juice pulled up Hap had his sweat shirt from his pack rolled up underneath the girls head and he was trying to see if he could find anything ID on her but he found nothing. Hoping out of the van Juice rubbed the back of his buzzed down Mohawk apprehensively rounding the front of the vehicle.

"Yo, Hap man why'd you tell me to stop, Jax said to run clean through until we hit the border."

Happy with his usual glare stared up at him. "Open the van." He said his gravelly voice leaving no room for argument. Juice knew better then to try and talk the man out of what he wanted and he ran back around the van opening up the back. He watched as Happy carried over a bundle in his arms and when he got closer the fellow SOA member could clearly see the girl. "Holy shit man, what happened?" The Tacoma Killer only laid her down in the back and propped the blood soaked sweat shirt under her head again.

"Follow me back to the border, Call Jax's old lady tell her we got a situation that needs heavy medical attention and under the radar. Do Not Get Pulled Over."

Juice shut the back of the van doors watching Hap go back to his bike snapping his helmet on and he hurried back into the driver's seat starting up the engine he glanced in the back at the still body and bundles of weapons wrapped in blankets. "Fuck…Yeah sure like I wanna get pulled over." He muttered under his breath putting the van in gear he pulled out back onto the freeway fumbling with the phone in his hand.

The entire ride back to the clubhouse had Juice bouncing his knee as he drove he kept casting nervous glances in the rearview mirror making sure he obeyed Haps orders. Tara had answered him on the third ring half asleep and he'd done his best to describe what the situation was using Hap's exact phrasing. Luckily she seemed to know this meant they needed hospital grade supplies and no hospital to ask questions. It was a lot to ask the Presidents old lady so last minute but she'd told him it wasn't a problem she'd meet them at the club house.

It had been a slow day at the garage so the parking lot was almost empty when they arrived, Hap pulling in just before the van. He backed his back into its space removing his helmet and cutting the engine, he took steady calm steps towards the club house door having full intentions of speaking to his President about what was going on first. He trusted Juice to help Tara with whatever she needed having spotted the brunet doctor waiting on one of the park benches her supply bag next to her. Walking into the back he found Jax sitting at the head of the table going over some papers he looked up to see Happy and he dropped what he was doing.

"Tara said you needed her help with someone, did the run go bad or somethin?"

"Run went smooth, an issue coming through Nevada couldn't be overlooked"

Jax raised a brow. "What kind of issue we talkin bout here?"

Just as he was about to answer him Tara came through the hall Juice helping her carry the girl over to the pool table where they laid her down. She was not so quiet now her back arching and she was struggling against Juices grip as he held her down trying to keep her still for Tara to insert an IV line. She held the pack of liquid above her head hanging it up on the light over the pool table. Jax approached them slowly his expression turning grim. He watched his wife give Juice instructions on what to hand her as she worked cutting off the girls clothing to get a better look at the damages. He turned looking at his Enforcer.

"Hap."

"Asshole tried to leave her for dead in a ditch on the highway, had a few words with him. Took the girl."

As simple as that Jax thought turning he heard the girl give a whimpering cry as Tara spoke softly to her explaining what was happening as best she could to distract her while she had Juice hold her tighter so she could inject a sedation drug into her system. After a few desperate minutes the girl stilled and Juice was able to release her arms. Both of them had smeared blood up to the elbows from wrestling to gain control over her. Going back into the room Jax shut the doors giving them some privacy and asked Happy to tell him the whole story from beginning to end.

When Hap finished he could see his President was satisfied this wouldn't blow back on the club being the only witness was the guy who beat the shit out of her and thanks to Happy that guy was probably a few states over by now no longer their problem.

Jax gave his brother a level stare. "This is on you Hap shes your responisblity." Happy only gave a silent nod rising from his place at the table and walking back into the main room of the clubhouse. He was realizing just how bone tired he was flexing his hands and rolling his shoulders all he wanted was a hot shower and a cold beer. Casting a glance towards where the doc was working he saw he was of no use at the moment and took his leave down the hall towards his dorm room. If a problem arose they knew where to find him.

Tara had seen a lot of blood and chaos in her time spent married to Jax Teller and the Club, but this was a new low and she wiped the sweat from her brow as she worked giving Juice small tasks to keep him rushing around the club house bringing her towels and sifting through her bag for the medical grade stitching. When they'd done all they could Juice asked tentatively. "She gonna be okay Doc?" Tara seemed deep in thought when she heard his question and she nodded slowly. "I think so but it's hard to tell by all accounts she should be in a hospital and whoever did this to her should be skinned alive. I've seen abused animals get treated better than this…she's been through hell and back. I hope Hap shot that mother fucker." Wiping her hands on a spare clean towel she motioned for Juice to pick her up and Tara carried the IV bag up in the air as they made their way to the dorms. "Where we headed?" Tara tilted her head towards the third door down. "Hap found her he can babysit her." Juice paled a little but he opened the door none the less and they entered the space.

Happy was just getting out of the shower when he heard them coming in talking loudly wrapping a towel around his waist he poked his head outside the bathroom door. "What the hell are you doing Juice." The clubs computer specialist blanched again. "Sorry Hap, Tara says she's your problem she stays with you…plus all the other rooms are full." Happy opened the door more and looked at the two of them and he knew the options were very limited he had to accept this for what it was. Juice laid the girl down in the bed she was wearing an oversized black SAMCRO shirt that was more of a dress on her then anything. Tara found a perch for the IV bag to hang from and checked the tape on the back of the girls hand making a visual check list of what was under control. Juice excused himself now and left the room, leaving Tara alone with him she stood up her hands on her hips.

"You didn't happen to get a name did you?"

Happy shook his head.

"She's in bad shape but she'll live lucky you drove up when you did exposed to the elements she probably would have died in a few hours…Tomorrow I'll find a way to sneak her in as a family member to I need to do x-rays I'm pretty positive her arm is fractured and a few of her ribs as well….and Hap I'm going to need to do a rape kit she's just got to many defensive wounds to rule it out."

Happy clenched his fists until his knuckles were white, should have gutted that sniveling coward when he had the chance, too late now. He gave another nod moving to his bag and pulling out a pair of sweats and a shirt. Tara stood there for a moment before she realized she'd been dismissed and she set down a bottle of painkillers on the nightstand. "She wakes up, give her three of those and she'll go back to sleep it'll keep her pain level managed." With that being said Tara took her leave shutting the door behind herself.

He sat down on the edge of the bed staring down at her the lamp on the nightstand on a low setting, he could see her more clearly now. The doctor had managed to wash most of the blood and grit from her hair and skin leaving behind a light brown hair color tinted with blonde highlights here and there. What skin wasn't marred by deep purple bruising and fading yellow hues was a deep tanned honey color. Full lips that most woman paid a shit ton of money for delicate little features she looked like she would break in half if you handled her too roughly. She was slender from what he could see not to skinny but she was toned and had a little bit of curve to her hips past that he couldn't tell the baggy shirt didn't exactly paint much of a portrait.

His cold beer forgotten Happy just wanted sleep and he eased the girl over towards the wall the bed was pushed up against this way she wouldn't fall out in the middle of the night. He may have rescued her but he sure as all hell wasn't giving up his bed not after the night he'd had. Minding the IV line he shut off the bedside lamp and the room was bathed in darkness the faint sound of her shallow breathing the only noise. Hopefully the morning provided more answers, he'd just have to wait and find out.