Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or General Hospital. I sure as hell have nothing to do with either show or its writers or actors. Seriously, you think I'd be writing this if I actually knew David Labrava? You know he's a Hell's Angel in real life, right? Yeah... you don't fuck with them. My family knows a few MC members. Those dudes are hardcore.

Author's Note: It's wordplay, people. I am NOT advertising the use of the drug known as Molly and it doesn't appear at all in this story.

Thank you, Meghan, for being my awesomesauce beta reader!

Molly found herself in the last place on earth that she ever expected to be... a biker clubhouse. You see, Molly's older sister, Kristina, had run away from home and somehow found herself pregnant and engaged to the Vice President of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Originals. The whole family had flown from Port Charles, New York to Charming, California on her uncle Sonny's private jet.

Molly had always thought of motorcycle clubs – or gangs as she had always called them before learning that they considered that term offensive – was made up of dangerous, middle-aged men who resembled members of the band, ZZ Top. And while, yes, there were a few members or 'brothers' who fit that description, she learned quickly that she had nothing to fear from the men of SAMCRO. Oh, she had no doubt that, like uncle Sonny, these men were not to be crossed but they weren't uneducated savages like the media and entertainment world always painted them.

Molly's favorite 'Son' was named Happy Lowman. Yep, just like Willy's son in the Arthur Miller play, 'Death of a Salesman'. He was bald and completely covered in tattoos. He wasn't the nineteen-year-old's normal type but the look worked for him. He didn't seem to possess a brain-mouth filter so the words that come out of his mouth were brutally honest and, very often, unintentionally hilarious. When Kristina had introduced the two of them the first words out of Happy's mouth had been, "your name is a drug."

"What are you doing here?"

The voice of the man in question broke her out of her thoughts.

Molly looked up and smiled at Happy. "I'm hiding out from my wedding obsessed aunt." She was being honest. It was the night before the wedding and her aunt Carly was running around like a chicken with its head cut off trying to finish last minute details.

"You know you're in a biker clubhouse that's having a bachelor party, right, little girl?"

He always called her that and she was never sure if he meant it as an insult or a term of endearment. It certainly helped to illustrate the vast age difference between them. She wasn't even twenty while he had had to be in his late 30's or early 40's.

"I assumed that's why Tig and Juice were having a nut kicking contest in the parking lot," Molly replied as she took a sip of her soda... that a croweater had been nice enough to slip a little rum into regardless of her age. Croweaters were female club groupies. They did everything from tending the bar to sleep with the single members of the club. All of them seemed to have the same goal in mind... becoming a brother's old lady. The title was just as good as wife in the biker world.

"Sounds about right," Happy mumbled to himself.

"Why aren't you out in the parking lot getting alcohol poisoning with your brothers?" Molly countered his question with one of her own. For some reason, the men were partying outside rather than in the clubhouse's bar.

Happy shrugged. "Not feelin' it tonight. You know, you're very pretty." He didn't say it as a come-on, or even as a compliment. He stated it like it was as simple a fact as 'the sky is blue'.

"Thank you," Molly whispered and blushed before taking another long sip of her drink. At least if Happy inquired, she could blame her rosy cheeks on the liquor.

"Why are you here with your aunt and uncle? Where are your parents?" Happy asked, drastically changing the subject.

A sadness that she suspected would never fully go away washed over her. Molly had to take another drink before she could bring herself to answer him. "My mom died of lung cancer a few years ago. My dad was uncle Sonny's brother but he was never a very big part of my life. When I was still just a kid he pissed off the wrong people and wound up dead. Uncle Sonny's Kristina's dad but he's always been more like my dad too."

Happy whistled. "That's some real Jerry Springer shit."

Molly laughed so hard that she actually snorted. "I've never thought of it that way. The Corinthos clan really should look into getting a reality show. We'd get killer ratings."

"I was raised by mom. My pops took off when I was a baby," Happy surprised Molly by sharing.

"I'm sorry," she offered lamely.

Happy just shrugged his shoulders as though it didn't matter.

Molly noticed her uncle Sonny and Kristina's fiance, Jax, enter the clubhouse. Both men looked tense and took seats at the bar where they began to speak to each other in hushed tones. "What's up with them?" She nodded towards the bar.

"Something's about to go down with the club. Jax and Clay are fighting for control. I have a feeling that your uncle knows about it too," Happy answered before taking a swig from his beer bottle.

Molly was startled by this information. "Is my sister safe here?"

Happy gave a curt nod of his head, "Jax won't let anything happen to her and I've got Jax's back. More brothers respect Jax than they do Clay. If it becomes a war, Jax will win hands down."

Now Molly was downright flabbergasted. She wasn't an idiot. She knew exactly what her uncle did for a living even though the word 'mafia' had never been uttered in her presence. From what she had picked up since she had been in Charming, SAMCRO didn't operate on the right side of the law either. The big difference was that Happy had just shared more with her about the club's business than she had learned about her uncle's in almost twenty years. She suddenly understood the appeal of Charming and Jax for Kristina. Her big sister was no longer living life in the dark punctuated by half-truths and outright lies. She was lucky and Molly found herself feeling pretty depressed. Would she ever be that lucky?

"Molly, what the hell are you doing here?"

Molly looked up to find her oldest sister, Sam, standing next to the table looking at her and Happy suspiciously.

Molly rolled her eyes. "I'm hiding out from aunt Carly... and Happy's hiding out from the drunken lunatics in the parking lot. Wait a minute – what are you doing here?"

Sam joined them at the table. "Jason's outside looking at a bike one of the brothers wants to sell... and I'm also hiding from Carly."

"This Carly chick must be something fucking else if everyone's hiding from her," Happy said as he got to his feet.

"Where are you going?" Molly was disappointed to see him leaving.

"Your sister's here." Happy nodded at Sam. "She can make sure you get back to your hotel safe." His eyes fell on her glass. "I saw Gabby put rum in that."

All suspicion left Sam's face when Happy revealed his reason for spending time with Molly. "Thanks for looking out for her."

Happy nodded. "She's part of the SAMCRO family now. It's what we do."

Drunken laughter followed by the sound of a single gunshot could be heard coming from the parking lot.

"That's my cue to go and babysit Tig." Happy quickly made his way outside.

While Sam had been satisfied by Happy's reason for keeping her company, Molly was feeling somewhat crushed and it must have shown on her face.

"Why do you look like someone just shot your puppy?" Sam said.

What was it with her family and shooting things? Why couldn't she have said, 'kicked your puppy' like a normal person? Oh, that's right. They weren't normal.