I can't explain my fascination over Happy. It probably has something to do with the fact that he's a killer. Judging by some friends reactions, it seems some sort of dark feminine fantasy. Anyway, Chibs oldest daughter is in Charming to takeover the ink business in town. I might use some of the original scenes as guidelines for my story. Thank you, Athenarena, for all your help. I apologize for any mistake you find, English isn't my native tongue.

I don't own anything you recognize from the show.

— FIRST —

Cookie

"Brother, relax. You look like a virgin on her way to get her cherry popped."

Chibs took a deep breath before looking at his brother. He decided not let Tig ruin the day with his foul mouth. Caitlin was coming. She was going to live in Charming, though he didn't agree with the reasons behind it.

"Piss off, Tig. I haven't seen my daughter since the summer she finished college."

Caitlin was raised in London, with her mother and her family. It hadn't been easy, being away from her as she grew up and lose some important moments of her life, but he was a member of the True IRA at the time, and he didn't want Caitlin in the middle of it.

Not that her mother's family was any better. Madeline's father and older brother ran the murder-for-hire business, while her two younger brothers owned a boxing gym, somewhere in the East End, where they hosted illegal bare-fisted boxing matches.

Somehow, Caitlin managed to stay away from all that. He could still remember the day she announced him she was going to college and study Art. He never felt more happy or proud. In fact, Chibs' only regret in life was his inability to protect Fiona and Kerrianne from Jimmy O and all of his shit, like he did with his Cookie.

Tig's sarcastic features soften a bit. He knew too well the felling of being separated from his children.

"At least she calls you every month."

Caitlin may have been the top of the Fine Arts' class at Chelsea College of Art and Design, but her passion always have been tattoos. She started to help Ralph, the owner of Charming Ink when she was 14. Over the years she got quite an impressive ink collection herself despite his best efforts to avoid it. After she got her degree, Caitlin started to work with one of the best tattoo artists in London.

Chibs patted his brother on the shoulder. Outside the LAX Airport arrivals area, there were tourists waiting to be picked up and families searching for their relatives. Chibs checked his wristwatch. Caitlin's plane was on the ground for fifteen minutes now. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, feeling the anxiety building inside him.

The way they looked clashed with all the people around them. Chibs and Tig weren't wearing their cuts, but the dark clothes, the biker boots, and the wallet chains seemed menacing enough to no one had the courage to approach them.

The sun shone brightly in the cloudless sky. It was a hot day. The sunglasses didn't seem enough to shield her eyes from the intense light, so Caitlin crossed the airport doors with a hand in front of her face, while dragging a large suitcase with wheels behind her. She spotted two men in black smoking not far from where she stood. Caitlin smiled as she moved toward them. One of the men lifted a cardboard sign with the word "Cookie" painted on it. She rolled her eyes.

"I hate that name", she said. Cookie was the nickname given by her father, in one of those irrationals paternal moments where dads find a need to baptize their children with weird names.

Chibs opened his arms.

"I missed you, girly", he said in Scottish Gaelic, planting a noisy kiss in her cheek.

Caitlin nearly jumped at his neck. Dad lifted her in the air and she smelt leather, cigarettes, road dust and aftershave. Some of the smells that reminded her of home.

"I missed you too, daddy", she answered in the same language.

Caitlin might have grown up in London, but she could speak fluently the Scottish Gaelic and Irish languages. Her father made sure of it.

Tig raised his hand in the air, trying to raise attention to his presence in there.

"Non-Scottish speaker in here."

Chibs cursed and put her feet back down on the floor. Caitlin smiled as she kissed Tig in the cheek.

"It's good to see you too, Uncle Tiggy."

Tig grabbed her suitcase. Little Cait was probably one of the few persons who could call him Tiggy and get away with it. The guys of the MC always have been fond of her, treating her like a little princess. If Gemma was the Queen of the Sons, Caitlin was their Princess. Every single one of the brothers vouched to guarantee her safety. He wouldn't want to be in the shoes of the guy who would break her heart. Not that she would give them the chance. The kid was made of steel.

Chips put his arm around Caitlin, trying not to smile like an idiot.

"Let's go home."

SOA SOA SOA

Everything was ready at the club to receive Chibs' daughter. The Queen made sure of it. Happy saw Caitlin a few times over the years, during the summers she spent in Charming with Chibs. He couldn't remember much about her, they never talked much – he was constantly busy with runs and club stuff, she probably had better things to do than to spend her time with him. But he knew she had a knack for tattoos.

Jax and Opie seemed nervous about seeing her again. The three of them were thick as thieves, always together whenever Jax and Ope were released from their duties at the club and Caitlin was done with helping old Ralph at the ink shop. Apparently she would be the one in charge of the shop from that day on.

He wasn't sure Ralph made a good decision. Charming Ink wasn't only the place where the MC of the area and the other gangs were tallied. As the Tailor, he was responsible to design the brands for each family, and the cuts for the MCs. A Tailor also had the responsibility of maintaining peace at the neutral ground and act like a moderating force in some disputes.

It was no job for a girl.

The clubhouse front door opened at that moment. Everyone tried to reach the newcomer and greet her. Happy didn't move an inch. He wasn't trying to disrespect the girl or Chibs, but welcoming a stranger wasn't really his thing.

"Boys, let Caitlin breathe", Gemma's voice muffled any other sound in the room, "She spent the last 11 hours on a plane."

Caitlin emerged from the crowd, surrounded by Clay, Jax and Opie. Happy swallowed hard.

She wasn't like anyone he met before. She had grown up in one of the toughest parts of London and that left marks on her. Her family was one of the best at what they did and that left scars. They weren't visible but he could see them in her. She might look like some delicate flower, but anyone who would believe that would be a fool. Her indigo blue eyes – he witnessed enough summer twilights to recognize that color – were sharp as knifes. The slender ivory figure revealed her capability to defend herself and her hands displayed enough healed and almost faded knife-cut scars to make him guess why Jax and Opie sometimes referred to her as Spades.

Caitlin stopped a few feet away from him and smiled. It wasn't seductive or fake. She offered him her left hand.

"All right?" she had a warm and silky voice and spoke with a Brit accent, "I'm Caitlin."

Happy shook her hand. The palm was soft, and she had calluses on her middle finger, from the way she grabbed her drawing pencils, he guessed.

"I'm Happy."