Roosevelt couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he had run out of options. He pulled his cruiser into the TM lot, and parked along side Unser's trailer. He took a deep breath and got out. He instantly spotted his target sitting with two of his 'brothers' at a table next the boxing ring outside the clubhouse. Unhurriedly, he approached the small crew who were eyeing him suspiciously.

"Evening, fellas." He greeted them.

Jax nodded politely, "Sheriff."

"You got a sec?" Roosevelt asked.

"Whatever you've got to say, you can say in front of Hap and Chibs."

"Alright. I wanted to talk to you about Lucky Doe."

Happy sat up a little straighter when he heard the sheriff say her name.

"Who?" Jax asked genuinely confused.

Roosevelt nodded towards the Tacoma Killer, "The girl your boy rescued from the side of the road. Apparently she's going by Lucky now."

Jax looked over his shoulder to find Happy listening intently, "Is that so?"

"Yeah. Anyways, I need to ask you for a favor. The hospital wants to release her tomorrow, but she still has no memory of who she is. She's not considered dangerous, so they won't commit her to the psychiatric ward. None of the missing person reports match her description and no one has come forward looking for her. And without ID she can't get another SSN, so she won't be able to get a normal job to support herself… hell, she can't even get a new driver's license or prove she an American citizen." The Sheriff rambled.

"Where are you going with this, Eli?" Jax asked, hoping the lawman would get to the point.

Roosevelt sighed, "She's all alone, Jax, and who ever attacked her might still be out there."

Jax took a drag from his cigarette, "What do you want me to do about it?"

"Without any information to go on, I can't place her in protective custody. She needs someone to look out for her. I thought you might be able to put her up here and put her to work in the shop, pay her under the table or something. I'd feel better knowing that you guys had her back if the Sheriff's department doesn't." He explained.

Jax pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look, I feel for the girl, I really do and I can talk to my mom about giving her a job, but she can't stay at the clubhouse. She wouldn't be safe without an Old Man's ink. She'd been through enough without having to deal with a bunch of horny bastards pushing up on her thinking her ass is fair game."

Roosevelt nodded in understanding. That was the last thing she needed. Lucky seemed like a good girl. The MC life might be hard for her to adjust to and he was about to throw her into the deep end. He wished there was another way.

"She can stay with me." Happy told them decisively.

Everyone turned to look at the tattooed assassin in shock.

Noticing everyone eyeing him like he'd grown another head, Happy just shrugged, "What? I've got an extra room and the girl already knows me."

Jax eyed him suspiciously before turning back to the sheriff, "What do you think?"

"Makes sense I guess." He met Happy's dark eyes, "Think you can keep her safe if her attacker tries again?"

Happy glared at him, "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"Fair enough. She's getting out at ten am."

Happy gave him a curt nod, "I'll be there."

Roosevelt let out a relieved breath, "Thanks for doing this for me."

"Not doing it for you. Doing it for her." Told him in a low intimidating growl.

The sheriff gave him an uneasy nod. Happy Lowman had always given him the creeps. He hoped Lucky would have better luck with the scary-eyed enforcer.

He turned back to the MC President, "I'll let you know if there are any developments in her case."

Jax nodded his thanks.

As the sheriff turned and made his way back to his car, the young president looked at Happy with a cocky smirk on his face, "Not done playing hero, brother?"

"She needs a place to stay, I could use a break on my bills, it's no big deal." Happy told him, indifference dominating his gravelly voice.

"You like the lass." Chibs goaded him.

"She doesn't piss me off." Happy told his brothers flatly as he took another drag from his smoke.

He was done talking and they knew better than to force the issue with the killer.

"Happy?" Lucky asked in surprise as she stepped out of her hospital room's adjoining bathroom. "What are you doing here?"

She had just changed into a set of clothes and flip-flops one of the nurses had been kind enough to give her to leave the hospital in. Lucky was incredibly thankful for jeans and t-shirt, even if they were a little big on her. She cringed at the thought of being released into the unknown in nothing but a hospital gown.

He gave her an appraising look, ignoring her question, "Ready to go?"

Lucky gave him a confused look, "Go where?"

"Home. You're staying with me." He explained like it was obvious.

"Excuse me?" Lucky's eyes widened in surprise. "When was that decided?"

"Last night." He told her bluntly.

"Don't I get a say in it?" She huffed in annoyance.

"You got somewhere better to go?" Happy asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Lucky gave a defeated sigh, "No."

Happy opened the hospital room door for her, "Then quit bitching and come with me."

Lucky rolled her eyes and stepped out into the hall. She let Happy lead her through the winding hospital hallways to the front entrance and out into the parking lot.

"Are you sure you're okay with this arrangement, Happy?" She finally asked as the reached his bike.

"My idea."

"Oh."

He handed her his helmet and straddled his bike. He watched impatiently as she turned it over in her hands like it was an alien artifact.

"Just put the damn thing on and get on." He ordered, sensing her hesitation.

"No need to get snippy." She told him, ignoring his glare as she did as he asked.

The helmet was loose fitting, but she figured it was better than nothing. She grew concerned when he didn't seem to have another helmet.

"What about you?" She asked as she fastened her helmet with a click.

He knocked the side of his head with his knuckle, "Hard as a rock. Now move your cute little ass."

"You think my ass is cute?" She teased.

Happy rolled his eyes, "And little. Get the fuck on already."

Lucky shook her head with a soft chuckle and awkwardly swung her leg over his bike. She used his broad shoulders to steady herself as she slid into place behind him. She was at a complete loss as to what to do with her hands, so she put them on either side of his ribcage.

Happy shook his head with a smirk, "Noobie."

"What?"

Happy didn't answer. He grabbed Lucky's hands in his much larger ones and tugged them forward until her lithe little body molded tightly against his back and her hands clasped over his toned abs. He couldn't completely ignore the way his dick twitched at the feel of her breasts pressing into his back.

He never let croweaters or sweetbutts touch his bike, let alone ride bitch with him. But this was different. Lucky wasn't like the women that hung around the clubhouse. She didn't want anything from him, which was probably one of the reasons he was so willing to help her out. It didn't hurt that it kind of felt nice to have her behind him.

"Ready?" He asked over his shoulder.

Lucky nodded, holding him a little tighter as he revved up his Harley and pealed out of the hospital parking lot.

It took them a little over half an hour to reach Happy's home. Lucky couldn't hide her surprise when they pulled into the driveway of a quaint Spanish-style bungalow with white washed walls, terracotta shingles and an immaculately kept yard. She thought it was rather cute considering the type of man who lived there.

Happy set the kickstand and killed the engine. He offered her his hand to climb off, instantly missing the feel of her wrapped around him as she slid off the back of his bike.

Lucky removed his helmet from her head and handed it back to him once he had dismounted. Their fingers briefly brushed as the helmet changed hands. Lucky found herself blushing and looking away as Happy gave her a curious look. He hung the helmet on his handlebars and wordlessly walked towards the front door, not waiting for her to follow.

Lucky caught up with him as he fished his house keys out of the pocket of his low hanging jeans. Lucky absent-mindedly wondered what kind of body he was hiding under his baggy jeans and t-shirt. She immediately chastised herself. She knew she looked awful. She was fucking bald for starters. It was a good look for Happy, but she thought she looked more like Nosferatu. Maybe she was being a little melodramatic, but her lack of hair was doing nothing for her self-esteem.

The sheriff who had come to see her at the hospital had figured that cutting off her hair was supposed to slow down the identification process. She knew it was vain, but losing her hair made her hate her attacker that little bit more. But she was glad they hadn't gone a step further to remove her fingertips or smash out her teeth. That thought made her cringe.

Happy opened the door and held it open for her. She kicked off her flip-flops by the door and stepped into the open living room. The interior of the house was simple, practical and screamed bachelor. Soft grey walls with white trim, a three-seat black leather couch, dark wood coffee table and average size tv mounted above a white brick fireplace. There was nothing surplus. Everything in the room served a purpose.

He was tidy, Lucky realized with a sense of relief. She appreciated a clean space. She wondered if that was a part of her former self trying to shine through.

Happy gave her the full tour by standing in one spot and pointing, "Living room, kitchen, my room, bathroom, your room. Any questions?"

Lucky smiled, a little amused by his gruff tone, "Quite the express tour. You don't bring girls home often, do you?"

"I…Croweaters." Happy stumbled out, blindsided by her question.

Lucky raised a confused eyebrow, "What the hell is a croweater?"

Happy regained his composure quickly, "Biker thing. Sluts for the kutte."

"Kutte?"

"The Vest," Happy indicated the black leather vest he wore with pride. "Croweaters blow us, fuck us, whatever it takes to keep us even and then leave when we tell them to." He explained not mincing words, but part of him was hoping he wasn't freaking her out.

Lucky nodded, "Ah, readily available sex without strings. I get it."

"But you're right," Happy admitted. "I don't bring them back here and I especially won't now you're here."

"I appreciate that, but for any reason you have a date and you need me out of the way, just let me know. I won't take offense." Lucky insisted.

Happy frowned, "Won't work both ways. I don't want some fucker getting laid in my house."

Lucky scoffed, "I don't think that's going to be a problem, Happy. No one is going to be interested in a bald amnesiac freak show."

"The hair will grow back."

"I wish my memory could come back as easily." Lucky sighed.

"Give it time."

"What if it never comes back?"

Happy shrugged, "Then you stay here with me."

Lucky took him by surprise as she threw her arms around Happy's waist and buried her face in his chest, "Thank you, Happy. You really are my hero."

Happy tentatively returned her hug, patting her back awkwardly, "It's no big deal."

"It is and I don't know how I'll ever repay you," Lucky whispered, tears prickling at her eyes.

"Stop that. Can't stand weepy females."

Lucky released him, stepping back and taking a deep calming breath to get her emotions under control, "Sorry."

"Whatever." He played it off. "You good?"

"Yeah."

"Coffee?" He offered.

Lucky nodded, "Please."

"Go check out your room. I'll let you know when its ready."

Lucky watched her new roommate disappear into the kitchen before heading over to the door leading to what was to be her room. She opened the door expecting to find more of Happy's minimalist decorating. Her eyes widened when she saw soft lilac colored walls and a distressed white bedroom collection that was highlighted by a white-painted iron daybed draped in a floral bedding set. She couldn't stop the smile tugging at her lips when she spotted a fluffy white teddy bear sitting proudly amongst the pile of pillows. The room was adorable and far from anything she expected to find in the tattooed biker's home.

She poked her head out the door to call out to Happy, "Happy, do you have a daughter?"

"Not that I know of," He answered dryly walking towards her from the kitchen. "No Old Lady. No kids."

Lucky looked curiously into the guest room, "Then who uses this room? Its clearly not your style."

"My Ma."

"Won't she be needing it?"

"She hasn't been able to visit for awhile." At Lucky's questioning glance he explained, "Cancer."

"Shit. I'm sorry, Happy."

"You didn't know." The Tacoma killer told her before turning and walking back to the kitchen.

Lucky chose to follow him. She knew she had stumbled upon a touchy subject for him. She knew he was close with his mother. The thought of her suffering and potentially losing her to something he couldn't protect her from must be tearing him up inside. He didn't have to say anything for Lucky to feel his pain and she was desperate to make him feel better in any way she could.

"So, um, why don't you have an Old Lady? That's like a wife or a girlfriend or something right?" She asked knowing it was a loaded question and she probably sounded like a total asshat for asking.

Happy nodded leaning against the kitchen counter, "Never wanted one."

"Why not?"

"No time. It's easier to get laid at the clubhouse."

"Croweaters?"

He nodded with a smirk, "You're learning."

He turned away from her when the coffee maker shut it self off with an audible click and reached into one of the cupboards to pull out a couple mugs and set them on the counter. One was black with a reaper on it and the other was bright yellow emblazoned with a goofy-looking with a happy face. Lucky smiled at the latter.

"None of them try and worm their way into your heart?"

Happy filled both mugs with steaming coffee from the pot. He turned and held up a small jar of sugar to ask if she wanted any. She nodded and held up two fingers. He gave her a quick nod before continuing.

"Many have tried," He told her with a cocky grin. "Most of the women who hang around at the club are dumb as shit and only good for a fuck."

"Pleasant." Lucky grimaced.

"Truth. Can you grab the cream from the fridge?"

Lucky opened the fridge behind her and pulled out the small carton, handing it to him. He poured a bit into each mug and handed it back to her to put away again.

"So not wifey material then?"

"I'd rather gauge my eyes out with a rusty coat hanger than take one of those sluts as my mate." He declared adamantly.

"Mate? That's a little Cro-Magnon of you, isn't it?" Lucky teased.

He gave her a serious look as he handed her the yellow mug, "If I ever take an Old Lady, it will be for life. There will be no other."

Lucky smiled playfully over the rim of her mug, "So you're telling me that you're just picky?"

Happy glared at her, causing her to chuckle, before he took a sip from his black mug.

Lucky looked down at her own mug. She wasn't surprised he'd kept the black one for himself while passing the yellow monstrosity off to her. It seemed so out of place and yet somehow made perfect sense to be there. She figured it must have been a gag gift. It didn't seem like something the surly man would by for himself.

She was pulled from her mental mug analysis by his gravelly voice, "You good with your room?"

Lucky met his dark eyes and smiled, "More than good. Thank you."

"Good. Gemma will pick you up tomorrow to take you shopping." He told her.

Lucky's smile faltered, "Who?"

"Your new boss."

"Hold up. I have a job? What the hell?"

"You can thank the sheriff for that. Knew you couldn't do shit without an SSN. Convinced Jax to talk his mom to hire you at TM. She's gonna pay you under the table to do random shit around the office and club," Happy explained. "You cool with that?"

"I'm guessing I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

"No."

"Then I'm just peachy." She told him with sarcastic enthusiasm. "But if I'm working, I'm gonna pay you rent."

He nodded, "Fine by me. We'll figure that out later."

Lucky let out a sigh of relief. At least he'd let her pull her own weight. She hated the idea of leaching off him.

"So this Gemma person… is she nice?"

Happy fought the urge to smile. Nice wasn't the first word people usually used to describe the SAMCRO queen.

"Only when she wants to be. Try not to piss her off." He smirked watching his little roommate's blue eyes widen slightly in fear.

Lucky could only imagine what kind of shopping trip she was in for.

A/N: Hello Dear Readers, A big thank you for all the wonderful reviews. They've spurred me on to write this chapter. I'm hoping to have another chapter ready to post by this weekend.

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MissAliVee.