JJ-Jefferu: Haha dude I'm not sure where to start.

Ariel: Why?

JJ-Jefferu: Um because this wasn't originally part of my story….I wrote this Sunday, after getting all sorts of alerts and a couple reviews.

Dean: Why?

JJ-Jefferu: I thought I got rid of you! Anyway why, it's simple, Chapter 3 is set a ways after Chapter 1 and I felt that I wasn't doing Happy justice. I foresee this happening again. Anyway, this chapter kind of sets the mood for their relationship?

Ariel: ok….

JJ-Jefferu: Special thanks to TrappedinaPhoto for proofing this, and DrowningInFlames & FunnyMick for reviewing. Also I have created a generic disclaimer for this story.

~+Disclaimer: I do not own SOA, it belongs to Kurt Sutter and shown on FX. I however own the plotline and the characters that you are not familiar with. +~


Chapter 2: Falling for the Killer

Settling back into a normal routine after two months felt absolutely amazing. The normalcy was comforting, even with a shadow. But besides my constant shadow, it felt like I haven't been away from Charming for the past five years. Adjusting my navy blue tank top as I slammed the driver door to my Jeep and sliding my left hand into my pocket with my keys, I made my way up towards the clubhouse. Gemma waved to me as I passed the office. I smiled back to her and continued to the clubhouse. Twisting the handle and walking into the building I was hit by the strong smell of smoke, booze, and pussy. Looking around I groan, everyone I had considered a brother, uncle, or whatever was passed out in various places throughout the main room with some unnamed piece of ass half on them and half on whatever surface they had been situated on. A look of pure disgust didn't leave my face as I noticed everyone was still asleep, thus crushing my hopes for a quick in and out. So I turn my attention towards the kitchen, in hopes of at least making myself some coffee.

"Jesus Christ," I say in surprise as I open the door to the kitchen to see Happy leaning against the counter, with a coffee cup in his hand, hopefully coffee. He looked up at me.

"What," he asks, a bit rougher than usual. Probably still groggy from sleep, couldn't have been up more than ten minutes.

"Wasn't expecting anyone up at this hour, kind of surprising, especially considering everyone else is passed out in the main room with some croweater," I reply making my way towards the coffee pot, intent on making myself a cup.

"Speaking of early, what has you here so early?" he asks glancing at the digital clock located on the coffee marker. "At 8:45," I shrug my shoulders, grabbing a coffee cup from the cabinet.

"Couldn't sleep, Alana woke up screaming and I was unable to fall back to sleep. Plus had all sorts of ideas running around my head about to burst. That's why I came to the clubhouse. I was hoping Chibs could point me in a direction of a good tattoo artist," I tell him while pouring the black hot god-like liquid into the SAMCRO cup I pulled down.

"First tattoo," the curiosity in Happy's voice was unmistakable. I could feel him looking over me, trying to find any splotch of ink on my skin, as I dumped a bit of sugar into the black coffee. No creamer at the clubhouse meant I was taking it black, which meant lots of sugar.

"Will be third,"

"You have ink?" I can hear the surprise. I nod.

"Yup, it's just not all showy like yours is. It's more personal to me, or at least the two I have," I explain stirring my coffee with a plastic spoon. "I have a blue quarter note on the inside of my right ankle and the Kanji for faith on the back of my neck," I take my cup and sit down at the small table that was in the kitchen.

"And their meanings," Happy asks sitting down across from me.

"Music note is something my friends and I did as a remembrance. The kanji though is to remind myself to always have faith." I explain as if no big deal, because they really weren't unless you were Alana, Joe, or Sara.

"What kind of design you thinking about getting?" Happy asks, watching me carefully.

"Why you know someone who does good work?" I ask back, staring back at him.

"Possibly. I do tattoos, might be able to do yours." So for the better part of an hour, Happy and I, sat at the table, talking about and designing the two tattoos I was hoping to get, both had a basic butterfly principle. The first one, which would be the one Happy said we could do today due to location, was a tribal butterfly at the base of my back. My other tattoo, which he would do at a later date, was going to be on my left wrist.

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"Holy shit," I exclaim exiting Happy's dorm room. "Glad that is over. I hate being forced to lie on my stomach like that," I tell Happy as we round the corner exiting the dorms and heading to the bar. I wanted a smoke. As soon as we were in view of everyone, I noticed the five of them were staring back and forth between Happy and I.

"Um, Ariel what are you doing back in the dorms? And when did you get here?" Jax asks eying Happy, before turning his attention back to me.

"I arrived at the clubhouse promptly at 8:45 this morning. So seeing as it is nearing one, I've been here a little over four hours," I explain, snatching his cigarette from him and taking a drag from it.

"Better be glad Chibs didn't see you come from back there with Hap," Jax says taking a swallow of his beer. I look at him confused, while Bobby and Opie both took a drink as well.

"Why?" was the confused single word statement to leave my mouth. Looking at all of them with a raised brow and then to Happy, who was heading towards the mini-fridge.

"They think we fucked," Happy spoke as he pulled a beer from the mini-fridge. I looked at him for a second. Not that the thought didn't cross my mind the whole time he was tattooing me, and countless times since we took that ride a while back, but I thought the guys would have known me better, or at least gave me the same consideration they did before I left.

"You five seriously think that's what happened?" I asked looking from Jax, to Bobby, then over to Opie, at the Prospect, and then stopping on Tig before briefly glancing at Happy, who had an amused look on his face, then staring back at Jax.

"Yeah," was the one word that left Jax's mouth.

"Yes," was the collective answer from Bobby and Opie, Half-Sack just nodded.

"What else would you two be doing back there," Tig's answer was always out there in left field. I rolled my eyes, turned around and raised my shirt to show the guys the gauze covering my lower back just above the tail of my pants, keeping the tattoo hidden from view.

"I came in wondering about a good place to get a tattoo done and Happy offered to do it for me," I explain turning back to them. Upon turning around I burst out laughing at the shocked expressions on their faces. As I'm enjoying a laugh at the expense of a few Sons, the door to the clubhouse opens and the rest of the mother charter piles in.

"You, been here the whole time?" Chibs asks.

"Yup," I say calming myself and popping the p at the end of 'yup'. "Hap was giving me a tattoo," I finish, smiling brightly to my brother.

"Alright, don't leave the shop. We have Church, then Happy or Jax will accompany you to where ever you need." Chibs explains walking past me, dropping a kiss to my forehead before continuing into the chapel.

"Ok," I reply as the others follow after their Scotsman. Happy stops in front of me.

"You owe me," he whispers into my ear, his breath tickling my ear causing a shiver to go down my spine. I nod dumbly, which causes him to chuckle before heading into the chapel.

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A couple nights after getting the tattoo I was standing outside of some bar in Charming, one that I really didn't care to know the name of. Not like it would be hard for me to find out seeing as the sign was like twenty feet wide and bright neon colors, okay I am probably exaggerating but it was still pretty big for a bar sign. Clay called me up out of nowhere about two hours ago asking me to come along, and be a look out or something. I rolled my eyes pulling up next to Chibs dyna.

"I don't see why the mother fucking hell I was dragged into coming." I whine to my brother as I stepped out of the Jeep, slightly slamming my door. My hair was done in a lose braid, it's usual method, my legs were covered in a pair of black skinny jeans, a neon pink tank top was covering my upper body, it stopped just short of my belly button thus exposing my newest tattoo. My feet were clad in a pair, of one hundred pairs Alana owned, flats. "It's not fair that I had to come to this dingy bar, while Alana and Juice get to play house," again I was whining. I had other things I could be doing on a Friday night than accompanying a group of bikers to a meet.

"That's cute," Tig says walking up beside me.

"Blow me,"

"That could be arranged," Tig comments, putting his arm around my shoulders.

"Fuck you," I shrug him off and step closer to Happy.

"That too," Before I had a chance to retort Clay steps in.

"Alright children, calm down. Let's get this over with, then the two of you can continue your banter," Clay steps up between Tig and I and then heads towards the door. I roll my eyes as the guys walk behind him towards the entrance. I just stare after them not moving.

"You coming," Happy asks, I look over at him and tilt my head to the side. Happy was glaring after Tig, why in the hell would Happy be pissed at Tig all of a sudden. Like five minutes before we left the clubhouse Tig and him were joking around about some of the croweaters, who try too hard, I had to admit I was right there with them in that conversation. What could have changed in the three minutes since we arrived that Tig did to piss off Happy?

"I guess. Not sure why it's my ass here though," I tell him as we walk in.

"You're easy on the eyes," Happy says looking at me out of the corner of his eyes. I'm not sure whether that's a compliment or an insult.

"So are plenty of the croweaters. I ain't nothing special, so they could have brought them instead," I shrug off his words.

"Well how about this then. They know you and trust you. Plus you will keep your mouth shut, because not only are you family but you were raised in this club just like the V.P. and Opie," he says as we enter the bar. "Besides I like you more than the croweaters," he walks off after he says that. I stand there stunned, letting the comment fester in my head, until a hand is waved in my line of vision. I shake my head and follow the arm up to the shoulder of the person, who turns out to be Opie.

"Guess you got stuck babysitting?" I ask Opie as we got settled on couple of stools at the bar.

"Nah, I volunteered. I'm still a bit messed up not in the right mind for this kind of dealing," I nod understanding, he didn't need to go into detail and I didn't want him to.

"Ah, I can understand that to a degree. Though I haven't lost someone I loved, like you loved and probably still love Donna," I say and motion the bar tender for two beers. The combination of beer and me was a rarity. I rarely drink, period.

"You will one day, Ariel. Don't worry about it," Opie says and takes a swig of his beer.

"Maybe, but have you seen my family's track record, Op?" I ask following suit, but taking a smaller swallow. My gaze was locked on the movement of our boys and what was happening around them. Though my attention seemed to zero in on Happy and followed his every movement. For some reason I felt jealousy flare within me as I saw a blonde slut was trying to rub all over him, but it quickly left when I noticed he pushed her off and his eyes found mine. I stare at him for a minute wondering why I was suddenly getting jealous of the whores rubbing up against Happy. Sure he and I talk a lot when I'm at the shop, but we still barely know each other.

"You do have a point," Opie says drinking even more of his beer. After a few minutes of denied come-ons, to both Opie and I, the guys appeared to be down with their meeting as everyone went in different directions and Jax was making his way towards us. When Jax reached us, he grabs my beer, keep in mind I've barely consumed any, downs about half of it and then hands it back to me.

"Thanks Jackie, just what I always wanted," I say sarcastically to him and down what was left in one gulp.

"Either of you two, know what's up with Happy?" Jax asks standing in front of us.

"No why?" I question looking back to where Happy was before I took my eyes off him. He had a new beer in his hands and was watching me. He raised his beer slightly to me and tipped it.

"He has been glaring at Tig the entire time we were discussing things. I don't think anyone else noticed it but me, but it seems something happened since we arrived that Tig did and it pissed Happy off." Jax explains to us the Nomads usual behavior.

"And you think something happened between them?" Opie asks motioning for three beers this time, instead of two.

"Yeah and what's weird is, they were both taking jabs at the croweaters, hell princess here was keeping up with them. And then suddenly when we walked into the bar Happy has done nothing but glare at him. I'm not sure what happened either," Jax explains. I place my now empty bottle on the bar and grab my full one, taking a swig.

"Jax, maybe you're just imagining things. He could have been glaring at ANYTHING," I say looking at my best friend. "Beside why should you involve yourself in anything else that would make you pissed at Tig?" I ask. He raises a brow at the last comment and I beat him to speaking. "I know you Jackson Teller and know that even if you appear ok with Tig most of the time, something happened that is bugging you."

"Probably right," Jax tips his beer back to his mouth. "So Ariel," he starts when the beer is away from his lips.

"Yes?"

"Did you leave any special guy in Carolina?" I look at Jax in disbelief and glare.

"You know damn well that I didn't. Now why don't you go get drunk and fuck some random chick, whose name you will never remember, and leave me the hell alone," I push Jax away from me. He laughs holding his hands up.

"I see where I'm not wanted," he laughs the entire time he was walking away. I then turn to Opie who was laughing as well.

"That goes double for you Bear. I ain't getting drunk and we both know I will if you keep sitting with me for the rest of the night. Go get drunk and try to get laid," I say pushing him after Jax. He laughs as he starts walking on his own.

"Whatever you say. Though perhaps you should take your own advice?" I laugh after him and shake my head.

"You I think you should listen to your own advice," a raspy voice from beside me says. I instantly recognize it as Happy's. I turn to him with a questioning gaze.

"Um, what advice would that be?" I ask confused. Hoping it wasn't to my conversations with Opie and Jax, I didn't think Happy was anywhere near me. Happy then takes the seat on the stool Opie just vacated.

"You heard me,"

"Oh? Well maybe I don't see anyone who peaks my interest," I shrug and turn my gaze to the people in the bar, truthfully only one person currently peaked my interest, so to speak. And there was no way we'd end up fucking.

"Is that so," he whispers in my ear. Resulting in a shiver running down my spine.

"It just might be," I say turning to him. He was now pretty close to me, well as close as he could get still sitting on the stool. Our lips almost touched when I turned to him.

"Want to test that?" He asks, pulling me onto my feet and closer to him.

"You have any idea as to how?" I lean closer to him. "Do share," I whisper. The second the word 'share' left my mouth his lips crashed against mine. His lips were a lot softer than you would think. He pulls me closer to him and between his legs. Happy rest his hands on my hips as my hands go up to his biceps. The kiss was starting to heat up when he pulled me against him and his hands gripped my hips tighter. Right as he was rubbing his tongue against my bottom lip, I pull away.

"What?" he gasps looking confused and frustrated.

"We can't," I say to him, which confuses him more.

"What do you mean we can't-," he starts but I cut him off glancing around to make sure no one witness our exchange of saliva.

"I didn't mean we can't do this," I motion between us. "I meant we can't do that here," I reply stepping away from between his legs. He grabs my hips before I can completely get out of his reach.

"Why the hell not?" he growls out in a demanding voice, roughly pulling me back in between his legs. I roll my eyes at his reaction.

"I don't know if this," motions between us. "Is going to be anything more than a one-night stand. And I would prefer my brother to not witness us in action, his first response would be to flip shit and ask questions later," I explain and down some of my beer before putting the bottle on the bar and leave some money under it.

"Oh," he says realization dawning on his face while he stands up. "Let's go then," he says looking down at me then dragging me towards the door. I pull against him for him to stop.

"I need to tell the guys I'm leaving. Or it won't be pretty." Happy growls but releases me.

It took us not even minutes to not only get to the clubhouse and into Happy's dorm room, but to drop my Jeep off at the house so it wasn't as suspicious to see my Jeep in the parking lot at Teller-Morrow. As soon as Happy's door was shut and locked I found myself pinned to the door with Happy's lips crushed against mine. Hands were fumbling on both sides with the edges of clothes. I don't even remember losing my shirt, let alone my pants, hell I don't recall my shoes coming off. Clothes coming off was just a big blur. I remember taking Happy's shirt off, but his pants and boxers I don't think I did. I believe he was very eager, because as soon as my panties were gone, he wasted no time thrusting into me. My back hitting the door with every thrust.


JJ-Jefferu: *-I'm not sure if it's exactly gauze or just something that looks like it. A friend of mine a couple years back had it covering her tattoo for a while, and seeing as until next summer I have no experience with tattoos I can't be sure.

Ariel: Does this have a time line?

JJ-Jefferu: Good question. I am setting this in season 2. Though some things might end up out of order. When I wrote this I did not use the internet as a tool, so I apologize if things happen differently. I might start following it once Chibs gets blown up. But also I'm not sure if I'll have this story progress through season 3 or not. Until I see it, this story is sticking with season 2 up until Abel's kidnapping.

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