I own nothing except Alex, Nikki, and Chrisi, and even then the bad side of my brain thinks that she owns them instead.

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Tig Trager was a man on a mission. Usually he tended to stay out of his brothers personal lives, but when Happy started to leave mysteriously at 1:45 everyday and be back by 3, he started to get curious. The guys had teased the Tacoma Killer about his mid-day booty call till they lost interest and all they got out of the man was that it was nobody's fucking business but his. Clay knew what was going on, that much was obvious by the way he'd nod when Happy sped off, he was slightly perturbed that his president didn't confide in him, but he kept quiet.

Today though, he'd get his answers. He had followed Happy, all the way to an apartment he didn't know Happy had, watched him go in, come out, sans cut, and get in a newer model black Mustang. It confused the SAMCRO SAA why Happy didn't take his bike, but realized as soon as they pulled up in front of the local elementary school that he didn't want to be recognized as a SON. Tig watched as two little girls, one blond the other brunette, both no older than 7, got into the back of the Mustang before Happy sped off.

Now Tig knew the assassin was sick, but kids? It didn't seem his style, he decided to head back to TM before Happy discovered Tig had followed him. They had Church later, he would be bringing it up later.

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That night the club sat around the table, discussing club business when Tig stood up after Clay asked if there was any new business.

"I would love to know why our new enforcer is picking up little girls." Tig said looking right into Happy's dark eyes.

"You pick up girls all the time Tig, who Happy fucks is his own business, not the clubs." Clay said trying to nip this in the bud.

"Yeah, but I don't lurk outside elementary schools." Tig said smugly as he sat down.

A few members looked at Happy questioningly, "You got something to say, say it." Happy said crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why were you picking up little girls at the elementary school?" Tig asked plainly.

"I was picking up my granddaughters if that's alright with you." Happy said simply.

"Bullshit, you 'aint got kids." Bobby said staring at Happy.

"Actually, I do, and she needed me to pick up her kids for her, if that's alright with everyone." Happy growled, everyone was so focused on Happy that nobody noticed that at the mention of Happy's granddaughters Jax, the club VP, had gone noticeably still.

"How old?" Jax whispered, looking directly at Happy, barely hiding his anger.

"She's about 25, but you knew that." Happy said glaring at Jax.

"How old are they? Your granddaughters." Jax growled.

"You don't have the right to ask anything about her life." Happy whispered.

"The fuck I do! She left me, remember? No note, no goodbye, nothing, and now she has you looking after her kids? Kids she didn't have when we were together? I think I have a right to know if they might be mine." Jax yelled standing up, the entire room went silent at Jax admission.

"They didn't look older then 7 man." Tig said trying to ease the tension.

"She left about six years ago Tigger." Jax said shooting the man a look.

"Oh…" Tig said sitting back.

"How long has she been in town?" Jax asked.

"About a week, just getting the kids squared away, she has a job overseas, doesn't know if or when she's gonna be back, she's hoping it doesn't take longer than a week, but in her line of work it could take longer." Happy said shrugging his shoulders.

"What kind of job?" Juice asked genuinely curious.

"The kind she can't discuss outside of the agency." Happy said glaring at Juice.

"The agency? What is she an assassin?" Opine asked with a laugh, although with her being Happy's kid anything was possible.

"She's a wet works specialist with the C.I.A., works in the Asian division, that's all I can say and even that is too much." Happy said simply.

"Wet works? What is that?" Half-Sack asked confused.

"It's like what Happy does, only government approved." Clay explained.

"So you knew his kid was C.I.A? And you didn't tell anyone?" Piney asked.

"One, nobody is supposed to know she's C.I.A. to begin with and two, she's not mixed up in our business and has even helped us out of a few scrapes here and there." Clay explained.

"Yeah, like when?" Tig asked with a snort, never trust a skirt.

"Like when we need specific information, she hacks the server and gently pushes Juice in the right direction." Clay said calmly.

"No way! My hacking is not that bad that I need some chick to watch my back." Juice stood up, he wasn't that stupid after all.

"She said you left your fire wall open when you tried to hack ATF to get information on Stahl, she had to go in and reroute your signal and cover your tracks so they didn't find out you were in there." Clay said shooting Juice a look.

"But now she's here, in Charming, and she hasn't even come by to say anything." Jax said angrily.

"She's a free agent Jax, she's her own person, I can't control her." Clay said pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I wanna see her, before she leaves for Asia." Jax said.

"No." Happy said simply.

"What'd you mean no? I think the club has a right to meet any one connected with any agency that could investigate the club." Jax said smirking.

"Fine, Happy, get her down here." Clay said with a sigh.

"She's not gonna be happy." Happy said pulling out his cell phone.

"I know, I'll deal with her." Clay said glaring at his stepson, "But you are keeping your God damn mouth shut, you hear me?"

"No promises."

Happy walked out of the room, making a quick call home, then stepped back inside, "She's on her way, but she wants the prospect to watch the kids, and she made sure to stress that she means just watch you are not to touch, talk to or in anyway socialize with my granddaughters, or she will shoot you. And Jax is to and I quote 'keep his fucking hands to himself or I don't care who he his, they wont' even find the body'"

Half-Sack gulped and went to stand in the bar, awaiting Happy's daughter and her kids.

When she pulled up, she quickly got the two girls out of the car, clad in their pajamas and fluffy slippers, and walked in.

Happy's daughter looked very little like him, if it weren't for the fact that he knew for a fact she killed people for a living, Half-Sack could've sworn she was a normal hot chick. She had crimson hair that flowed to about her mid-back, hazel eyes and a smoking body, with curves in all the right places, there was no way she had two kids.

"Hhhi" Half-Sack stuttered.

"You are not to talk to them, just make sure they sit on that couch and no one, and I mean NO ONE goes near them, understood?" She said voice dripping with venom, yup she was Happy's kid. Half-Sack managed a nod, before pointing to the Church doors.

With a sigh she walked into the room, looking around at the men around the table.

"So, what the hell?" She said leaning against the wall.

"Glad you could join us Alex." Clay said smiling.

"Not like I really had a choice Uncle Clay." Alex said smirking, before all hell broke loose.