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Author's Note: Hey all, so I know this is a pretty new story (obviously) but I was recently informed that there are some similarities between my and another author's SOA fic. I have never read "Something About a Southern Girl," but I did go read the first chapters now to check into this. I admit there are some commonalities, but I think my story is going a very different way and with a completely different character.

I DID, however, message the other author to let her know about my story and told her I would take my piece down if she would prefer that. Until I hear from her though, I'm going to keep going with my fic. Obviously, I hope it won't come to taking my story down, considering these are made up stories with characters we don't own anyway that we do for funzies, but I want to be respectful. Thanks for taking the time to read this!

To say Chibs was confused by what was happening in the Chapel would have been an understatement. Between his Prospect interrupting a meeting (something for which the kid would get a stern talking to later,) Happy accepting a call, and now said caller being invited to speak…this was unlike anything the Club had ever experienced at Church. What gash who knew anything about Happy would call so unabashedly? And on that note, what gash would Happy ever give his number to? It was bizarre…

He heard a slight release of breath when finally, a clear and unfamiliar voice spoke up. "Hello? Umm…hi Happy's, uhh…Happy's brothers." The group looked around at each other before Clay finally laid it out.

"What the fuck is this?" he demanded, shooting a glare toward Happy. At that point, Chibs couldn't care less about what Happy was thinking. He wanted to know exactly who this voice belonged to. It was soft and trembling, obviously unnerved by Clay's harsh tone. He wondered how she spoke to Happy – his voice was even rougher and enough to send the most hardened bangers into a panic. Still unsure about her identity, Chibs almost felt bad as he sensed her practically shrinking away from the phone. She was probably, and rightfully so, regretting calling at the moment.

Happy replied with a shrug. "Go on girl," he pushed. Chibs leaned in to listen more closely.

"I'm so sorry to be a bother. I wasn't sure if I should call, but – I don't know. Look, a group of twelve or so Mayans are here right now. I don't think they're your friends, right?" she asked. She was rambling, and had he not been confused, Chibs almost would have found it cute.

Tig snorted and Chibs gave him a shove to shut up. He was feeling sorrier for the girl by the second. "Yeah, I guess I didn't think so. Well they've been talking, and I'm assuming they didn't realize I speak Spanish, because they kept on talking. Loudly too...It's strange, because I'd think they'd try and keep their voices down while discussing nefarious deeds and alleged illegal activities in a diner."

Happy must have realized she was moving out of the scope of her call and stopped her from rambling too far off course. "Margaery."

Margaery…it was a nice name. Chibs wondered if she ever went by Maggie.

"So sorry, right!" she apologized. This girl couldn't seem to keep herself in order which, once again, brought a gleeful grin to Tig's face. "I mean at first it was just stupid stuff about – well about me…and so on and so forth."

Chibs could practically feel the heat rising to the girl's cheeks through the phone. This was clearly not a girl used to the type of attention those wetback fucks were giving, and Chibs felt the sudden urge to beat the leaving crap out of every one of them. He shook the thoughts of violence away. He should have wanted to kill them because of business, not some chick in a diner.

"But then they were talking about bikes and stuff, and –" Chibs looked over at Clay who was rolling his eyes. It was painfully obvious how disinterested the President was in girl on the phone. Glancing around the table, Chibs did his best to gauge the reactions of his brothers. Happy was listening intently, jaw clenched while Tig looked ready to torture the girl's location out of him, drive there immediately, and fuck the poor lass on the countertop. Opie and Bobby appeared to be listening, and Piney was sniffing another cigarette he couldn't smoke. The dreamy look in Juice's eyes hardly surprised Chibs anymore much the same as Jax's seriousness.

Pulling himself from his observations, Chibs listened again to hear Clay push in on the call. "There a point to this Darlin?" he interrupted not too kindly.

"Sorry, so sorry, yes!" she rushed. She certainly was one for apologizing. "I guess…are you all missing some guns?" Chibs felt his hands clench and noted the similar responses going around the table. After a few moments with no answer, Chibs heard the strange girl release the breath she must have been holding.

"Hello?" she asked after clearing her throat.

"How would a little girl like you know something like that?" Clay asked, jaw pulled tight. Chibs wasn't the only one to catch the glare Clay was sending Happy's way. But Happy only continued to sit in stony silence.

"Well, they mentioned the Sons of Anarchy and I know Happy is one because of his vest..." Oh yeah, she definitely was not a part of this world. "…and stolen guns and a warehouse to meet at. Umm, if I heard wrong, I'm sorry," she added. Chibs noted the touch of fear in her voice and couldn't blame her. Clay was not a kind-hearted man by nature, and she obviously knew she was getting herself into something not altogether legal. Again, he asked himself what the hell had happened between such a sweet girl and the Tacoma Killer. Happy didn't do sweet. None of them did.

"What warehouse?" His eyes flew to Tig and scowled. Chibs was now fairly certain the lust in his friend's eyes was geared more toward the mysterious girl rather than revenge.

"Oh, you're a new voice, hello," she greeted nervously.

"Hello yourself Doll," Tig flirted and Chibs rolled his eyes knowing the girl probably didn't sense the desire in Tig's voice.

"Yes, hi. Uh, they mentioned some shipping yard in San Leandro." Suddenly they heard shouts from the other end of the phone.

"I'm coming!" the girl cried to whoever was looking for her. Chibs sighed as Tig led several more of the guys in a round of chuckles. "Sorry, I had to slip away to call, but they're asking for me. Sorry to bother you. Bye Happy!" It didn't escape Chibs' notice how her voice brightened when speaking directly to the just the one Son.

The table was silent for a few moments after hanging up with Happy's mysterious friend. Finally Tig leaned in. "You hitting that, Brother?" he asked wriggling his eyebrows. Happy ignored him and snatched up his phone.

"Who on God's green earth was that delightful little lady?" Bobby asked shooting a wink toward Happy.

"Waitress; North of Stockton a ways," Happy explained while shoving his phone into his pocket. "Met her a few months ago driving down; she's a good girl."

"Yeah? How good we talking," Tig chuckled, cracking his knuckles. Chibs could see Happy's jaw clench, but the man remained silent.

"Can you trust this?" Jax asked professionally. Chibs turned to Happy who didn't even think before nodding.

"Doesn't make shit up like a lot of bitches." Happy was a man of few words and fewer emotions.

"She's a smart lass, too…listening all quiet like that and not letting them see," Chibs stated, quite still pretty impressed with the girl. Any woman who could keep her cool with a pissed of Clay, relatively speaking, had to have something special about her.

"Well then," Clay grinned. "Looks like we've got some planning to do. But first…Happy, you go to the girl and make sure she doesn't go squawking to the cops. The last thing we need is some little piece having a change of heart and ratting us all out, because she can't take it."

Happy nodded and started to get up from the table when Tig jumped up too.

"I'll come too," he stated excitedly. Everyone gave him looks of varying exasperation. "You know, as back up."

Chibs almost stood up himself, but decided two sons would be enough for the girl – especially when they were this pair. He almost felt sorry that the club was sicking them on her…almost.