A/N- THIS STORY IS AU AND WILL BE PULLING STORY LINES FROM ALL THE SEASONS AS WELL AS ORIGINAL ONES. OPIE AND LYLA ARE MARRIED, TARA HAS MOVED BACK TO CHICAGO, MAKING JAX SOMEWHAT OF A WOMANIZER. ELLIE AND KENNY ARE 10 AND 7 AND PIPER IS 8. HAPPY IS 35 IN THIS STORY, (I KNOW WAY YOUNGER THAN IN THE SHOW) AND PATCHED INTO THE CHARMING CHARTER. LUANNE IS DEAD, AND LYLA HAS TAKEN OVER AS PRODUCER AT CARA CARA. HALF-SACK ISN'T DEAD, BECAUSE I LIKE HIM TOO MUCH.
Lyla pulled up into the Teller Morrow parking lot a little after closing, where Sam Crow was sitting out by their bikes smoking a joint and bullshitting. Opie threw an arm over her shoulder lazily and kissed her before asking her what she was doing there.
"I got off early today, thought you might want to come with me to watch Ellie's gymnastics practice."
"Her what?" Opie asked, not remembering OKing or paying for gymnastics.
"Gymnastics… the new gym that opened a few months ago… run by a former gold medalist…" Lyla said, trying to jog his memory. "Do you ever listen when I talk to you?" She asked him, frustrated.
"I don't remember saying she could do that, she could break her neck falling off that shit." Opie argued. Ellie was his princess, and he was much more protective of her than the boys.
"Oh please, Piper and Kenny play football and you have no problem with that. Ellie loves gymnastics, and her coach. She's actually pretty good at it." Lyla rationalized, not having a biological daughter, she considered Ellie to be her daughter and that it was her job to protect her from overprotective Opie.
Opie sighed, realizing he would not be winning this battle. "I've got club shit; I can't go over there today."
"When does the princess perform?" Chibs chimed in. "I'll go watch the lass flip around."
Lyla smiled at Chibs, he was always the peace maker. "You'll all watch her, the gym is doing an exhibition at the Taste of Charming, and I know Gemma will kick your asses if you skip it."
Happy groaned to himself. He hated bullshit charity work. Who was he to try to do good? He was a killer, and no amount of charity would compensate for that. He reminded himself that this was part of having a family, the main reason he patched into Sam Crow from being NOMAD.
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Gemma put everyone to work during her annual 'Taste of Charming' fundraiser, mostly manual labor, so when she granted them a reprieve to go watch Ellie; Jax, Chibs, Tig, Happy, and Opie eagerly took the opportunity for a smoke break. Standing at the edge of a growing crowd, Lyla joined them to make sure Opie gave it a fair chance. Jax, Chibs, Tig and Happy mostly ignored the exhibition, until Lyla snapped at them, telling them it was Ellie's turn.
Happy watched the little girls on bars, floor and vault, but not really caring, until he saw their coach. She was tiny, maybe 5'1"-5'2" and right around 100-110 pounds. Her long, thick, straight blonde hair was pulled into a bun, and her dark blue eyes looked like pools of ocean water. She was wearing a skintight black long sleeved leotard, and a pair of rolled up shorts, showing off her toned legs. If her chest had been a little bigger, (she had maybe a B cup and Happy preferred a C-D), she would have been Happy's ideal woman physically. He imagined her pink lips wrapped around his cock, looking up at him through thick lashes as she sucked him off but was jolted back to reality when Lyla whispered "there's Ellie!" excitedly.
Ellie had thinned out a lot, losing her baby fat, but was still short, making her ideal for gymnastics. She hopped up on the beam, and Opie held his breath subconsciously. The four inch width of the beam didn't seem like much leeway for his daughter to misstep or lose her footing. She did a few turns and jumps, under the watchful eye of her coach. Once she got to one end of the beam, she took a deep breath, and started tumbling down to the other end. When she started a handspring her hand slipped off the beam, and she started to fall.
Opie's eyes widened, terrified for his daughter, but her coach was there in a flash, catching Ellie in her arms. She whispered to Ellie quickly, and Ellie nodded, giving her a smile and jumping back on the beam. "Oh fuck no." Opie said, ready to go on the stage and pull his daughter off, but was stopped by Lyla.
"Just watch." Lyla said to him. Ellie got back on the edge of the beam, and did her tumbling pass one more time, this time completing it successfully. The crowd applauded her and she beamed at the attention, before doing a simple dismount and running down to her dad and Lyla.
"Did you watch?" Ellie asked the Sons excitedly.
"Aye we did. You're a regular little athlete." Chibs said to her, rubbing her head.
Ellie looked at Opie, eyes gleaming with excitement. "You did good baby." Opie told her, sweeping her up into a hug.
"Coach Carly is gonna do her bars routine next!" Ellie told Lyla from her perch on her dad's shoulders. Her admiration of her coach was obvious.
The tiny woman who caught Ellie earlier peeled off her shorts and chalked up her hands, before standing in front of the uneven bars and beginning a complicated routine, flying and flipping through the air, her hands hitting the bars powerfully.
"She looks familiar." Jax said to the group.
"Yeah, I've seen her before." Tig agreed, trying to place where he had seen her.
"Well she should! She won like 3 gold medals at the Olympics when she was 17!" Lyla told them. They looked at her with blank expressions, so she elaborated, "She beat the supposed unbeatable Chinese? She was on the Wheaties box that year?"
"Nah, that's not it." Jax told her. He didn't follow gymnastics, and he sure as shit didn't eat Wheaties.
Lyla rolled her eyes, turning back to watch the show, muttering under her breath about uncultured biker boys. After a second, Tig snapped his fingers. "That's Aryan Aaron's old lady." Aaron Tridi or 'Aryan Aaron' as Sam Crow referred to him was Ernest Darby's number 2 in the Nords. A nasty son of a bitch who the Sons had a few run ins with.
"No way!" Lyla practically yelled at him. "Look at the kids she coaches, there's way too much color up there for her to be a Nord whore." Opie put Ellie down, telling her to go play before they continued their conversation.
"No one said that she was white power, I've only seen them together once, so maybe she's a new addition, probably doesn't even know what kind of shit he's into." Opie offered, trying to soothe his obviously upset old lady.
"Well then I have to tell her!" Lyla exclaimed, determined to help.
"No, you won't do anything." Opie warned her. "You're not getting mixed up in Nord's shit." Lyla opened her mouth to protest but was interrupted by Opie. "No Lyla. It's not our business." She closed her mouth, knowing that she wouldn't win this fight.
Ellie approached the group, her coach in tow, obviously wanting her to meet her Father. "Daddy! This is my coach!" She told Opie, close to bursting in excitement.
"Carly Hudson." Ellie's coach said, shaking Opie's hand. "Nice to meet you." She turned to Lyla smiling. "Lyla, how have you been?"
Lyla forced a smile, clearly still upset by Opie's ultimatum, and told her, "fine."
Carly's eyes raked over the Son's cuts, recognition of the name flickering in her eyes. She glanced at Happy, and locked eyes with the tattooed, slightly terrifying man whose gaze seemed to bore holes through her. After a minute, she pulled her eyes away, focusing again on Ellie, Opie and Lyla. "I'll see you on Tuesday Ellie." She said; ready to walk away, when Aaron and two of his lackeys walked up to the group.
Aaron tossed an arm around Carly's shoulders and kissed her cheek, before glancing at the Sons. "What are you doing babe?" He asked her. Even the voice he used with her was different from his usual growl.
"Just talking to Ellie's parents." She said smiling at her boyfriend.
"As long as you aren't thinking of leaving me for a spic." He said with a grin, shooting a nasty look at Happy.
Carly's eyes widened as she pulled away, glancing at Ellie to see if she heard. "Don't use that kind of language." She warned him, narrowing her eyes. It wasn't the first time she'd heard racial remarks come from him, but it didn't mean she had to like it.
Aaron was clearly embarrassed that his girlfriend was talking back to him in front of who he considered enemies. "Don't take that tone with me." He said lowly, towering over her.
She rolled her eyes at him, clearly not impressed with his warning. "Whatever." She said to him, giving the Sons a quick nod and smile, and walking away.
"Stay away from her." Aaron growled at the Sons, dropping the doting boyfriend act.
"She doesn't seem to be so keen on white power, wonder how she feels about your other business ventures?" Tig prodded. He didn't give a shit about the girl, but he did enjoy fucking with 'Aryan Aaron.'
"What she doesn't know won't hurt her. I like this chick, and the Sam Crow self righteous bullshit won't screw it up for me." Aaron told them, before turning and walking away.
"Such a wonderful personality." Chibs mused.
"Daddy? What's white power?" Ellie asked him.
Opie groaned, "Thanks Tig." He said, before walking off with Lyla and Ellie to try to answer Ellie's question.
"What'd I do?" Tig asked Jax, as they walked away.
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The next day, Sam Crow sat around the redwood table, discussing club business when Opie brought something to the table. "Lyla's pissed that I told her not to get involved with Tridi's new old lady. She's convinced that the girl doesn't know what the Nords are about, and that we should warn her to get away." Opie said to Clay.
"Think he's hurting her or something?" Clay asked, not too concerned.
"Nah, he looked like he was just hiding all his less than admirable traits from her. I doubt he'd hurt her, seemed to actually be into her." Jax said from his post beside Clay.
"Well then, leave that shit alone. We finally reached a peace with the Nords, and I'm damn sure not going to let some gash be the reason we stir up shit with them." Clay said, his tone letting them know that there was no room for debate.
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Happy pulled up in the nearly empty parking lot around 8pm. He wasn't sure why the hell he was there, or why he cared, but he was there. He pulled his cut off and stuffed it into his bag on the back of his bike. Clay laid the law down when he said the Sons weren't getting involved in this. Happy glanced up at the sign above the door. 'Hudson Gymnastics- Charming California.' Well at least he was sure he was in the right place.
There was only one other car in the lot, he assumed the black Audi A8 was Carly's, seemed like the type of car she would drive. He paused at the door, almost walking back to his bike and forgetting about this shit, but he told himself that he wasn't going to puss out, so he pulled the door open and walked in. The large gym was dark, save for a few overhead lights illuminating one quarter of the gym. Happy watched Carly on the balance beam, she hadn't noticed him, and was in the middle of what looked to him to be an impossible tumbling pass. After completing it, she did a leap and faced him in mid air. Her eyes widened and she muttered, "oh shit" losing her footing and falling off, hitting the mat and landing on her back hard.
"Fuck." Happy muttered, running over to her, and pulling her up. "You ok?" He asked her, staring her down.
"Yeah." She muttered, upset that she lost her concentration. She stared back at Happy for a minute, and when she realized he wasn't going to speak she asked him, "what?"
Happy pulled his eyes from hers, reminding himself that he was there to just deliver his message and get out. "Just wanted to let you know, your old man is a piece of shit. You should get out of that while you can."
"Excuse me?" She asked him, putting her hands on her hips. Happy resisted the urge to smack the disrespectful look off her face. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you have any right to tell me who to date."
Happy knew this was a mistake. He stared at her minute and she pursed her lips, making him think about his blow job fantasy from the previous day again. He shook his head, if the bitch didn't want to listen to him, let her figure it out herself. As he was walking out the door he muttered to himself "dumb bitch."
Meanwhile, as he walked away from her Carly muttered, "asshole." She thought about calling Aaron and telling him what happened, but something about the dark eyes of the mystery man told her that she should keep this meeting to herself.
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