Set very far in the future. Ya'll know I love irony and unexpected twists. So here you go. It's sad. Be prepared.
Happy knew it was coming. He had always thought that he would go out with a blaze of glory. Something to do with a hail of bullets with a pistol in his hands. This? He didn't expect this.
He was laying in a hospital bed, sick with cancer. Lung cancer. Of all the things he had survived, he was dying because he smoked too much. He laughed at himself for going out the way he was going.
He thought of Riley. Life had never been the same without her. After she died, he felt empty. He had gone back to the club and served as the VP until he just couldn't ride anymore. Him and Tig both retired. Tig was never really right after the explosion. He wasn't sure if it was the blow or the loss. No one was blaming him though.
The club carried on, free of the IRA. The Kings came asking about him. They had no idea he had pulled the Sons back into their world. They apologized and offered up their condolences for Riley. No harm, no foul.
He wondered what would meet him when he shut his eyes. He didn't know if he believed in anything. He never gave himself much of a chance. He worried about the now and never even feared death enough to wonder about an afterlife. His mother was huge into religion, but never him.
He sighed, feeling incredibly tired. He knew if there was any place on earth he would want to be, it would have Riley there. He closed his eyes and thought about his favorite place. It was on his bike, wind flying past him. He would look to his right and see Riley. Her beautiful blonde hair would be flowing and she'd be smiling. She always smiled when they hit about 90 miles per hour. She would look at him and wink as she hit the throttle just a little bit more, testing him.
He'd look forward to see Chibs directly in front of him. His shaggy greying hair would move around his riding goggles. He had never looked more sure of himself until he took that presidents patch. It was a rough transition since everyone was reeling from Jax's death, but he did it will grace.
To his right, would be Tig. That crazy man loved riding with Chibs. He had been so lost when all the shit went sideways with Clay. Jax saved him though. He never forgot that. He never let himself lose sight of the fact that everything he had, was out of the kindness that Jax put towards him.
As he shut his eyes, he could almost hear Rileys voice. He knew that no matter where he ended up, as long as he had a bike and his woman, he would be happy. He had known someday that he would find his tranquility, too, and he was ready. He was ready to be in her arms again. He was ready to go home.