So I decided to do it differently this time around. !

This is AU, I didn't want to stick to the series, tough some events will probably be referred to. All of the original SOA characters belong to Kurt Sutter, and I make mo money off this story. I only own the characters I created, Esther, Everett and Jack, and Adara Munson, tough I tweaked her background story a little bit, was created and is owned by Nixie De Angel.

Oh, I know I messed up the name if Simply Red's singer. It's because Happy just doesn't give a damn.. I own none of the music mentioned.

Rating is M, because I wasn't sure. For now it's mostly swearing, but for once, I did not completed this story for myself before starting to post it.

I think that's it! On to the story!

He was staring out the window, chewing on the inside of his lip. Today was the day. Nine years. Nine years. Nine years of building anger, resentment and rage.

On his arm, her face. He had drawn her from memory, and had inked it himself. So he would never forget her face. Her last four words that she had spoken to him were etched under, that, he had done with a shiv. "I'm sorry. I can't." She had emphasized "can't", so had he, it was slanted. The two that came before that were etched permanently in his head. Her limit had been only the beginning of it all for him.

Some days, he still loved her. Some others, he spoke to her, or wrote her letters that were all sent back unopened, with different hand writings "Moved" or "return to sender", none of which were her hand writings. She was gone from Charming.

Most days, he hated her, and dreamed of the moment he would be released, and he would find her and put a bullet in her head. Maybe torture her. A bullet in her head would be too easy for her betrayal. Betrayal was worst than Clay setting them all up, and sending all of Samcro in jail for minimum three years. He had gotten twelve, he could have gone out five years ago for good conduct, but he wasn't one for good conduct. On his way to the parole hearing, he'd assaulted four Russians, shivved one, got two more years. For the club.

"Your are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me Happy, when skies are gray."

"Shut the fuck up!" he rasped to the inmate that was singing from down the hall. Each time he heard that song, it gave him urges of murder, it tore his heart in half. Must have been a damn Russian, or an Aryan. They loved to torture him with this song.

"You'll never know dear, how much how I love you, please don't take my sunshine away. The other night, dear, as I lay sleeping; I dreamed I held you by my side. When I awoke, dear, I was mistaken, so I hung my head, and I cried."

Cool, calm, collected. Keep the violence for her. He was dying for a toothpick to chew on. Someone was listening to the radio down the hall, Stars by Simply Red. For some reason, had his toes tapping. It should have made him want to reach across the bars and choke anyone he could get his hands on. He even bobbed his head for a few beats, while chewing his lip violently until he drew blood, before he broke down. He always used to sing the chorus with her.

-That I wanna fall from the stars, straight into your arms. I-I, I feel love; I hope you comprehend.

Tig sat on his bunk, and looked straight at him as if he'd gone mad. Maybe he did go mad, after this long in lock up. As Tig once said, "I love working with you, Happy. You know why? Because I'm the normal one between us two." True, very true. He once had her suck his dick to this song while he hacked away at a corpse. Possibly the best head she had ever given him. Her breath always tasted of tea, she was an avid tea drinker. And she smelled of lavender and vanilla, always.

Chorus again, he sung along once more, against himself, he would shove his dick in her mouth, after blaring this song, for old times sake, and he would put a bullet in her head as he jizzed all over the back of her throat. On his to-do list: buy Stars, from Simply Red, before finding her house. Hm, he probably wouldn't need to, she owned it. Lost it, bought it again. It was in her car when it blew up, she went and got the Live CD, it was her favorite album of all times. Something got me started, Stars, Thrill me, If you don't know me by now, Holding Back the Years. He grown to hate Mark Huckner during his prison stint.

-Are you really singing that shitty song?
-Was I talking to you?

Tig had a snort, he was impatient, too. Venus would be waiting for him, when he was released in a few hours, too. Venus always wrote back, picked up the phone, and sent photos. Still worked, but remained painfully devoted to Tig, she had moved out of her one bedroom, and bought them a small house right near the Wahewa reserve, so they could live their life in peace, people in Charming were just way too judgmental of Venus and Tig together.

Happy still swore to himself for the umpteenth time that morning, if he had to go through another night of hearing Tig's end of his nightly phone sex with Venus, he would go on a murderous rampage at breakfast. Guards, blacks, browns, yellows, whites, no matter. He would kill anyone standing in his way, including his friends. Then he's grab a croweater and fuck her on the hood of a random car until she would cry to be left alone, and he would find her and make her suffer.

The guard made a round, a smirk on his face, Happy sustained his gaze as he walked by his cell, chewing on his own tongue. Then completed the eye contact with his own, cockier-than-thou smile. He'd be out of here in a few hours at most.

Another guard nearly half an hour later, this one with a hard tablet in his arms, it was their turn, the same guy had plucked Jax and Quinn an hour ago.

-Lowman. Munson. Trager.

He pulls his arms inside of the cell, grabs his pack, Tig's hand lands sharply on his shoulder. A few more minutes, and they'll be home free. It's still a long ass walk to processing. Long enough that if someone was to provoke him, he's get himself another three years. But each time someone would say something to him, or sing "you are my sunshine", Tig would give him a slap on the shoulder to keep him going forward instead of lunging sideways.

He had nothing on him, the day of his arrest. His kutte, a white shirt, a pair of jeans, combat boots, his wallet with about ten dollars in it, his belt buckle, a burner phone, a drawing in progress of her in one of his pocket, and about a foot and a half of choker chain to keep his wallet in his pocket. His motorcycle keys. He signed the release forms, Happy Lowman, snatched his stuff and changed promptly, before pacing until someone would open the door to freedom.

On the other side, Jax, Opie, Chibs, Juice, Quinn, Montez, Lyla, Wendy, Brooke, Luann, Bobby's daughter Adara, Venus. Happy couldn't help a smile as Adara launched herself at her father, and Venus at Tig. Bobby Elvis made his daughter twirl with a big laugh, she wasn't so little anymore, Baby Dara was now pushing something like 26 years old. And Tig just wrapped his arms around Venus, took in her smell before giving her a very chaste peck on the lips, he whispered something. Himself gave a round of hugs, they had made it. They were out. Only ones still inside were Piney, Otto and 'd be out within the hour.

Out on the parking, the members of the club they had patched over once they got set up by Clay and locked up for a long while, Indian Hills, Jury, Domino, Gaines and some other. Jury had what he wanted, he knew that, just by the way the guy waves their way.

They didn't have very long to wait on the last three, Luann almost raised a riot wanting to see Otto, who'd been locked up for almost twenty years. Brothers had influenced him well, and once he for brought up to speed on Clay, he stopped killing everything in sight in the walls for Clay's bidding. So, nine more years, and he got to walk free for five entire years of good behavior.

-Oh, baby! I can't fucking believe I'm finally holding you!
-Oh, god, you're beautiful. Oh, you smell so good, Betty Lu. Look at you. Wow.
-You cut your hair! Oh, Otto!

Another round of hugs, they had no business here, anymore. Their bikes were all lined up and waiting for them, dusty, rusty old cans, but they all still worked perfectly. Wendy, Lyla, Brooke, Luann, Adara and Venus all rode bitch, it made him slightly jealous of not feeling a pair of tits against his back, as saggy as they may be, he thought looking at Luann, or small, looking at Brooke, or fake, he thought looking at Venus. They pulled by Jury, and whilst everyone wanted to talk to him, he felt for once that his affairs were a lot more pressing than club business. He has made that clear to the boys, over the past few weeks. He wasn't even stung about Clay's betrayal. Fucker had always been a loose cannon. What had his worked up was "I'm sorry, I can't", and her expedited departure through the back door as ATF and SWAT stormed the front door.

The first few months, he'd understood, she couldn't go to jail, but once he realized she had moved out of their two bedroom, and she would never pick up the phone, he changed. Nine years in the making. He wanted to deal with that, first.

-You found her?
-Gardena, Southern Cali. Changed her last name, bitch was hard to find.
-To what?
-Gallegos. Some spic name or something.
-Got a toothpick?

Jury smiled, offered from his small stash, Jury never smoked while riding. Chewed instead.

-Got an address?
-Daphne Street. Blue and white house. Ben has been sitting on it for a few weeks.

Jury puts the toothpicks back after Happy took one, and pulls a photo that looks surveillance. It's her. Petite, long, luxurious chocolate mane that looks like hair extensions, all hers, she grew well into her tits, nice solid ass, waist, hips and thighs, she was wearing her blue fuck-me pumps. There was a dude near her, tall, she has five inch heels, so the guy had to be about six foot even, relaxed suit, office work or something, brown tie, a lot of hair, just long enough to look relaxed, nice shoes, nice watch. Corporate ladder dude. She was wearing shades that day, her baby blues were hidden, but his weren't, an almost perfect match of hers. Same hair color, same eye color, shit, the guy even had her nose, this looked like twincest. But he knew she was a single child.

And they are wearing matching wedding bands. Solid yellow gold. No engraving, nothing special about them. He folds it, puts it in the inside pocket of his kutte, chewing furiously on the toothpick. He then turned to Jax.

-I'm taking Tig, Rat and Montez.

Jax looked at him up and down, mouth semi-open on a plea to wait until morning, Tig and Rat would want to go home and get their fuck on, first, spend a few hours with their old ladies. Tig wanted to put a crow on Venus, before any other business was taken care of.

-Me, Montez and Domino.
-Fine, I don't give a shit.
-Jury, you don't mind sparing Domino?
-Not a problem. You're coming by the clubhouse first, brother?
-No. I want to be to Gardena by nightfall.

Wendy really didn't want to ride bitch with Quinn, but he still let her kiss Jax for a moment, before she gets on Quinn's bike to go back to Indian Hill. They would take back Charming, soon. Right now, he wanted to get even. He wanted his share of Sons Justice.