Hey you guys, this is just a one-shot I wrote. I might continue to write about Happy and Alex, we'll see. I hope you like it and enjoy reading it.

Need You Now

Alex Harris sat on the cold tile floor in her kitchen, leaning towards the door frame. A bottle of Jack Daniels stood beside her, her preferred alcoholic beverage. Photos were lying scattered across the floor, surrounding her as her gaze travelled over all of them. On the surface they'd looked perfect, but the two of them had never been perfect, never would be. Alex had never been a romantic, when the other girls swooned when boys told them they were beautiful and brought them to restaurants with lightened candles, Alex had merely raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow and the guy would let it go. That's why it's a bit ironic that the man she loves with all of her heart is a man that she is not supposed to love; like a modern Romeo and Juliet story. Hopefully their destiny would not be as tragic as the one of Romeo and Juliet. At the moment the future wasn't looking very bright for the two of them though.

Taking another swing of the bottle, Alex reached towards the phone that was lying on top of the counter above her. She'd said that she wouldn't call him, but she was tired of fighting with herself over it. Why should she deny herself to do something she really wished to do? That would be stupid, wouldn't it? Did she ever cross his mind like he constantly plagued hers. He was there all the time, in the back of her head. His face haunted her in her dreams, his dark gaze upon her, her hands travelling over his lean muscles. The raspy voice of his whispering in her ear making shivers go down her spine. In the end they were all illusions though, memories that she longed for. As she dialled his number she glanced up at the clock, a quarter past one. She didn't have the strength to be alone anymore, she needed him, she needed him more than she'd ever needed anyone else. This was not like her; she'd been raised to be independent. What had he done to her? What had he done to make her believe that life without him in it, was no life at all? She could feel herself losing control, but somehow she wanted to lose control. The longing to hear his voice was growing stronger for each second that passed. She needed him; she needed him now.

Happy Lohman sat at the bar in the club house. All around him his brothers were flirting with crow-eaters and enjoying themselves. Tonight he did not want anyone in his bed though, not tonight of all nights. Grabbing the bottle of whiskey that stood in front of him, he poured himself another shot of whiskey and swiftly swept it down. The strong beverage burned in his throat, almost painfully. He liked the pain, he longed for the pain. Because he'd rather feel pain than feel nothing at all. As he heard the door to the club house open, his gaze immediately snapped up. A wave of disappointment came over him as he realized that it was not the one he hoped for that entered. He missed it. The way she used to sweep through his door; long brown hair swirling around that pretty face of hers, a smile on those full lips, her golden brown eyes shinning with energy and happiness. That was a long time ago though. This day five years ago she'd left him, she walked out of their house and never returned. Happy had always been careful to not involve her with the club, there was only one Son that she'd met; Kozik. Somehow she still suffered the consequences of his actions for the club; she'd lost what she held most dearly to the club and he knew that she'd never be able to forgive him for it. Just like he could never forgive himself for causing it.

Leaning back slightly he wondered if she ever thought about him; if he ever appeared in her mind. Because she sure as hell occupied his. No matter what he did, or who he did, he couldn't forget about her. The her back arched as his hands travelled over her smooth skin. The passion in her golden eyes when they made love. Her melodic laughter that never failed to bring a smile out of him. The way she carried herself among other people; the attitude in her walk and her hips swaying back and forth. Every little detail was etched in his mind; and would be etched there forever. His hand travelled down to his jeans pocket, pulling out his phone. Even though five years had passed she had not changed her number, something he was grateful for. Happy wasn't exactly a technical genius, and he really didn't want to have to explain to some outsider who she was. He needed to be close to her somehow. He needed her. He needed her now. Dialling her number and pressing the calling button, he held the phone to his ear until he heard how she picked up. With some kind of excitement he waited to hear the familiar, soft voice from his memories. "Hello, who's this?"