A/N #1: Okay peeps, first of all - I'm on 'Happy' mode. Second - this has been re-written for your viewing pleasure. Third - Happy is a BAMF! Nuff said… and I freaking love him. For reals though, I decided to make this just a Happy/OC story, because I didn't like where the other one was headed, so that one is or will be deleted. Hopefully I got it right this time and got it the way I want, of course, I'll wing it, and you'll see some stuff from the best show ever, so we'll see how this one pans out. But anyway, enjoy this new and improved version, and please don't forget to R&R!

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING from Sons of Anarchy… just my OC's. Thanks!


…Chapter One…

My name is Caroline Knowles, yeah, Tara's little sister, but everyone that knows me, calls me Carly, or they'll call me Cece, but I don't really hear that name very often. Anyway, nobody ever said that life would be fair, because we all know it's not. At all. Especially what had happened to my best friend Peyton and her mother Luann. Apparently, from what I was told, there was a rival pornographer director guy, Georgie Caruso, trying to steal Luann's girls Lyla and Ima. He even tried to snatch me one day, because I was working as the secretary, answering phones, and setting up meetings. The idiot thought I was doing porn too, giving me that tired speech about how beautiful I was and that he could make me a star. Bitch please.

Well, Jax and the guys roughed him up a few times and destroyed his laptop, so Georgie retaliated, killing Luann and Peyton with a baseball bat, leaving them on the side of the highway. The Charming PD has no suspects or any solid evidence as to who did it, but we know who it was. Unfortunately, the club is unable to go after Georgie, only because the punk bitch left the country. But one day, that piece of shit will get what's coming to him, sooner or later.

I still remember the night Hale told us, which was three days ago. My godmother Gemma was having a big dinner at her and Clays house with everyone there. That whole day was lame anyway, so even when I showed up, I wasn't in the best of moods, because I was fighting with my boyfriend Daniel, and I just wanted to eat, then go home.

As we were all about to sit at the table, Clay, Tig, and the others stormed in. The guys were arguing and discussing club business, when Hale walked in, and broke the news to us. I couldn't believe it, because I was supposed to go with Luann and Peyton, and I almost did, but something came up, and I ended up going back to my house instead. After Hale dropped the bomb and walked out, the guys argued some more, which led to them fighting with each other, which led to Gemma picking up one of the casserole dishes and slammed it on the table. I knew, by the look on her face, she had enough of their bullshit.

I couldn't be in the house any longer, so I got up from the table, and sat outside in the backyard in the gazebo. I was out there for hours, until Happy came looking for me, which I wasn't all the thrilled to see him at the time, since he was the reason Daniel and I were fighting, but despite my protests, Happy ended up taking me home.

Honestly, I thought that Jax was going to take me home, because since after Tara left to Chicago, and I stayed behind, he's been extremely protective of me. There was a few incidents, that's been going on for a few years with my dad, but after I turned sixteen and Jax found out, the shit hit the fan, and Jax threatened to kill him. After all of that mess, Gemma let me move in with her and Clay, then Dad died from a heart attack, about four months later. To this day, I don't think anyone else knows about that, except for Jax and Gemma, maybe Clay, but not even Tara.

But if Jax don't watch over me sometimes, he's been having Happy do it, but Hap's the reason I'm fighting with Daniel, because Jax doesn't want me to be with Daniel either, and he's told me plenty of times, but of course, I'm not listening. But to be fair, when I was seventeen, I had a puppy-love-school-girl crush on Hap, but him being twenty or so years older than me, I never thought it would work, and I still don't think it could work, but there's nothing wrong with me liking him from a distance, right? I've always had somewhat of a soft spot for the NOMAD.


My phone vibrated with a text message, as it started sprinkling. I read it, shook my head, then shoved it back into my pocket. I looked down at both caskets, next to each other, six feet in the ground. Luann's was a light lavender, and Peyton's was sliver. I helped Gemma pick them out, and I knew they'd like it, since those were their favorite colors.

After this funeral, I'm thinking about going elsewhere and get away from everything. This Georgie and Zobelle bullshit, Daniel's bullshit with Happy, Jax's over protectiveness… I just lost my best friend, I definitely need a break away from Charming and all the madness, and I will leave, after I talk to Daniel.

Suddenly, I felt an arm on my shoulder, and I didn't bother to see who it was. I just kept my eyes focused on the caskets, then I sighed. "What do you want, Jax?"

"I'm not Jax."

I looked over to my right and flashed a weak smile. "What's up, Hap?"

"Everybody left to the clubhouse and Jax wanted me to take you over there."

"No… Daniel's coming to pick me up, and taking me home, but you can go."

"You're not going anywhere with him."

I glared up at Happy. "He's my boyfriend."

"I don't give a fuck, he's not good for you."

"Wow, you sound just like Jax… who are both of you to say what's good for me? I'm twenty-five years old and a grown ass woman. There's nobody in the world that can dictate who I date or who I want to be with." Happy just kept frowning at me. "So, what if we fight?" I shrugged. "Couples go through that shit all the time."

"He's not right for you."

I saw a different look in Happy's eyes and I got a little closer. "Then who is right for me, huh?" I crossed my arms over my chest. "You?"

"What?"

"If Daniel isn't right for me as well as the whole state of California, which by the way, I'm sure that's how you and Jax think… but are you saying that you're the one for me?"

"I didn't say that."

"But you're kinda implying it." I smirked.

"NO… I'm not."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daniel waving at me. "Sorry, Killa… I gotta go. My boyfriend is taking me home so we can talk." I took one last look at the caskets, then walked over to Daniel.

"Carly." I heard Happy groan out loud. "Fuck!" he got on his bike and took off.

Whoa… what has got Happy so hot and bothered? I was just fucking with him. I slightly shook my head as I walked up to Daniel, who had a frown on his face. "Hey." I leaned up against his car.

"What was he doing here?"

"Uh, besides attending the funeral? He was ordered to take me back to the clubhouse, but I declined, because I'm going with you, so we can talk."

"Are you sure that's all he was doing?"

"Yes." I nodded. "Can we just go?"

"Get in." he said, then both of us got into his car, and he drove off.

...

When Daniel came to a stop, I looked around, because I wasn't paying attention before, and realized that we weren't at my house. "Um… why are we at your place?"

"Because." he got out of his car, so I did, then I followed him to the front door. "We're talking here."

"O… kay." I slowly nodded, walking in. After I shut the door and turned around, Daniel was invading my personal space. "Um... can I help you?"

He stared at me for a few seconds before he answered. "I want you to stop hanging around that motorcycle club."

Oh, no he didn't. "That motorcycle club, is my family."

"You call them your family? Carly, they're criminals, that always seem to slip through the cracks."

"Allegedly." I muttered, looking away.

"I know damn well." he gripped both of my arms, hurting them, to make me face him. "That you know everything they do… them selling guns and killing people."

"I don't know what you're talking about… now let me go."

"Bullshit… you're lying. You're just covering up for them, like everyone else does."

Daniel let go of my arms and I shook my head. "You are way off base… it's completely ridiculous."

"Is it, Carly? Besides Jax all up your ass, what about Happy, huh? And what the hell kind of name is that anyway?"

"Well, I could arrange for you to find out." I shrugged, then Daniel scowled, and shoved me hard into the door. "What the hell is your problem?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head.

"I see the way he looks at you."

"What? Who?"

"Happy, it's like he wants you all to himself or something."

I stared at Daniel incredulously. "You're crazy."

"Am I? How come… every time we fight and argue, he magically appears?" he paused. "Are you fucking him, Carly?"

"What?" I laughed out loud. "Really? You went there?" SMACK. I suddenly felt a sting on the left side of my cheek and grabbed it, wincing in pain. "I… I can't believe you just did that."

"Hey, Asshole." both of us heard, then out of nowhere, Happy punched Daniel in his face as hard as he could. "You okay?" he asked me.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded, then Happy pulled out his gun from behind his back, and pointed it at Daniel's head. "No, no, no." I grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"What are you doing, Carly? He needs to die for hurting you."

"Hap, he's not worth you going to prison… I don't want you to get sent there because of me." he took a deep breath and put his gun in the inside pocket of his cut. "I won't even see him anymore, come on, just… let this one go." I looked up at him with pleading eyes. "For me."

Happy stared at me for a few more seconds, then nodded. He kicked Daniel in his ribs a few times, grabbed my hand, and we walked out of the house. We had to go a couple blocks down to get on his bike, and we rode off. Honestly, I'm kind of glad Happy magically appeared like a ninja, because who knows what Daniel would have done to me.


A/N #2: Alright, there you have it… Chapter 1. Hope this one is better than the other one, but just bare with me peeps, and enjoy the ride! Oh and by the way, as far as my other stories that is needing updates, those will be coming soon, and which ever ones I do, they'll just pop up randomly, so bare with me with all of that mess. Thanks and smooches!