NOTE: I do not own Sons of Anarchy, nor the characters. The plot idea and off characters (Jamie, etc) are mine.

This story will cover the 9 months of Happy and Jamie going NOMAD.

The whole way back to the clubhouse she cried into Happy's cut. Only forcing herself to stop as they neared the clubhouse and the rest of the club. She slid off the bike when Happy finally parked it under the overhang with the other bikes and just leaned against him when he wrapped his arm around her. Obviously, the boys didn't know yet.

"How'd it go?" Opie asked, but frowned when he saw Jamie.

"You ok?" Juice stood up.

"I shot a 9 year old kid," Jamie rubbed her face.

"Fucking Tara called me and poked the kid," Happy snapped.

"And I shot without thinking-"

"You were doing what you were trained to do, kid," Tig said gently, shaking his head. It was nice to have someone who understood and was rather level headed at the moment.

Chibs stood and held onto Jamie for a few moments, not wanting to let the poor girl go. "What was she callin' for?" He growled, making his little beard tickle her ear as his voice grumbled in his throat.

"Tellin' us to stop. That we can't do this," Happy had a hard look on his face that would turn any hardened criminal into a giant pussy.

Before anyone could say another word, in storm Tara followed shortly by Jax.

"What the hell?" Tara snapped.

"What happened?" Jax said more calmly, seeming to panic when he saw his sister so upset. Thankfully Happy explained what happened.

"You barbarian piece of shit-"

"Hey!" Jamie yelled as she pushed off of Chibs, moving to stand in front of Tara. "If it wasn't for your dumbass it wouldn't have happened!"

"Bullshit!" Tara shook her head.

"It's not," Chibs stepped forward. "Apparently you don't get the way shet's run around here. When they're off on a job there is no communication what so ever no matter what's happening at this clubhouse. Shet can go wrong in general and you calling fucked it up."

Jax didn't defend Tara, causing her to get mad.

"You're nothing but a child killer. A piece of shit in society-OH!"

Jamie landed a hard punch to Tara's left cheek, standing there glaring at her bitchy sister in law. "Bitch, I already feel bad enough." She turned and walked to her room with Happy. He laid down on the bed to watch her get out of her soaked clothes after he had stripped of his rather quickly, seeing things he didn't like. She was so sad, it was written all over her face and even in her movements. They were sluggish, slow and kind of clumsy. "Come here," he said gently, watching her not even bother to put on fresh undies and a bra. Jamie just crawled into the bed with him and cuddled up to his chest, letting herself cry. She cried for a good hour, finally calming down enough for either of them to breathe and talk. Happy was rubbing her back slowly when she finally spoke up.

"I'm going Nomad," she said gently.

"I was thinking the same thing," Happy agreed with a nod, tilting her head up so he would look at her. His fingers traced her chin and her jaw line. "We're both going, we'll stick together."

Jamie nodded a bit, closing her eyes as he cuddled her to his chest. "I'll call Quinn in the morning."

"Come on!"

"Don't do that!"

"Stupid idea!"

Jamie and Happy had been listening to the boys yell at them for a good ten minutes now about the whole NOMAD thing. They weren't taking to the idea very nicely.

"I already called Quinn," Jamie sighed. "You've got our patches, we're going."

"Come on, Lass. Don't do this," Chibs pleaded, looking at her as if she were his own kid.

"Enough," Happy snapped. "Deal with it. We're leaving. And you can thank Tara for that."

Jamie stood with him, hugging each of her boys. Off they went, off to the harsh life of a NOMAD.

A/N: Hi guys! Here's the side story. Thank you for reading, favoriting, etc!