A/N- THANK YOU TO ALL MY READERS! TO ANSWER A REVIEW- THE NORDS ARE NOT AN MC. THEY ARE JUST A WANNABE GANG THAT THE SONS CONSIDER A DISEASE. THIS IS WHY HAPPY DOESN'T HAVE AN ISSUE WITH MESSING AROUND WITH ONE OF THEIR GIRLFRIENDS. HE DOESN'T CONSIDER THEM TO BE EQUALS WITH SAM CROW IN ANY WAY.
Fun Town was a traveling carnival that came through Charming once a year. It seemed as if the entire town gathered the week it was there, and in all truthfulness, they probably did. So it was no surprise for the Sons of Anarchy, and the Nordics to happen to be there with their families on the same day. Happy hadn't wanted to go, carnivals weren't his thing, but they sold beer, and the clubhouse was dead.
Carly walked with her hand in Aaron's laughing with the small group of Nords and their girlfriends they were with. Her breathing stopped as they walked past a large group of Sons. Happy's dark brown eyes found hers as if they were magnets, drawn to her. She was so locked in; she didn't notice Aaron watching her, or Aaron's friend Joseph watching Ellie.
Aaron's brow furrowed, as he watched what he was sure was the love of his life stare at the Tacoma Killer. She knew more than he wanted her to about his business. She knew the Nords cooked meth and sold pussy, and he knew she didn't like it. He had made it very clear to her that leaving him knowing what she knew was a very dangerous and stupid idea. It had killed him to do it, but it killed him more to think about her leaving.
Carly had begun to think of herself as a prisoner of sorts. She knew she couldn't leave, so she chose to look the other way and do her best to ignore what was going on around her. She rationalized that it could be worse, Aaron showered her with love. He told her daily that she meant everything to him. As long as she wasn't directly involved in anything, she could deal with it.
After a few hours Aaron and Carly peeled off from the group and headed home. As they were walking out she heard Lyla and Opie calling out for Ellie, but thought nothing of it.
Lyla and Opie hadn't taken their eyes off Ellie for more than 5 minutes, but they hadn't been able to find her for the past 30, and were starting to become frantic. The rest of the Sons combed the fairgrounds, interrogating patrons and workers. After they were sure that they had combed the entire fair, they spread out to the woods around the area. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when Half-Sack yelled that he found her, and they met at the front entrance.
Half-Sack walked up holding Ellie delicately; she looked like a broken doll, beaten and barely conscious. Lyla burst into tears, and only remained on her feet because Gemma held her. Opie ran to scoop up his daughter, taking her to Lyla's car and driving away to get her to the hospital.
SOASOASOASOA
The Sons held church next morning, before opening the shop. Every face was stone as Opie told them what the doctors at the hospital told him. "Some bastard… raped my little girl, beat her all to hell." He choked out, inches from tears. "She can't remember anything."
"We will take care of this brother. We all think of Ellie as our own daughter, and we will find the scumbag that did this, and make him pay." Clay promised him as the others nodded in agreement. "Do I even need to take a vote?" He asked the other members. His question was met with a chorus of 'hell no's.
"I appreciate it." Opie told them. "I want to be the one to finish him."
"That I can promise." Clay assured him. "Shops closed today, only pick ups and drop offs. Today, you spread out around this town and you find out who the fuck did this." He ordered the club.
"The place was crawling with Nords, might be a good starting point." Jax suggested to the group.
Happy knew where his first stop was going to be. He hopped on his bike and made a beeline for Hudson Gymnastics.
Carly was working out with her elite gymnasts, the girls whose whole lives were gymnastics. At the gym 6 days a week, and home schooled, just like Carly when she was their age. Her attention turned to the front door that was thrown open, and Happy stormed in, pointing at her and walking into her office.
She sighed, and thought about leaving him in there to cool his heels, but the last thing she needed was for him to cause any more of a scene in front of the parents that invested thousands of dollars into the gym.
She closed the door behind her, noticing that Happy had sat in her chair, his boots on her desk. "Interested in the exciting world of Gymnastics?" She asked him, leaning against the door.
"I'm only asking you this once." Happy told her, getting out of his seat and approaching her like a lion stalking his prey. "Which one of the Nordic scum raped Ellie?"
"What?" She asked him, flabbergasted. "Ellie? My Ellie?"
"Opie's Ellie." He corrected putting his hands on either side of her head and leaning towards her. "Some piece of shit beat and raped her last night at Fun Town."
"Why would I know anything?" She asked him, still processing what he told her.
"I bet you hear all kinds of interesting shit hanging around that disease." He whispered before banging his hand against the door, making her jump. "Who the fuck did this?"
"I don't know!" She insisted again staring at him desperately. His eyes searched hers; he could spot a lie a mile away. He knew she didn't know anything.
He pulled away and grabbed the door knob, when she put her hand over his to stop him. "I'll try to find something out." She promised him.
He nodded, expecting nothing from the promise, and yanked the door open, walking out.
Carly didn't expect anything from her promise either. After all, ignoring the terrible things she saw was working for her. Keeping her happy, keeping her safe. So when she sat on the couch with Aaron, drinking beers with some of his friends and watching the game, when they started talking business she began to tune them out, as usual, until Joseph said, "I had fun last night."
"Carnival's are kinda kiddy shit." Aaron said. "Give me poker over that any day."
"Yeah, but kiddy shit is full of kiddies. Little blonde girls especially." Joseph said licking his lips.
Carly's heart began beating furiously as Aaron laughed at him. "You can keep that shit man, I like my women to hit puberty. Did ya have fun at least?"
"Fuck yeah man, so tight and a fighter too, had to smack her around for a while."
Carly felt like she was going to be sick. These weren't just good men who did bad things. These were sick sadistic men, who did terrible things. "Baby I don't feel great, I think I'm gonna go back to my place and lay down."
"Want me to come with you?" Aaron asked her, putting a hand on her knee concern creasing his face.
"No that's ok, it's just cramps… time of the month stuff." She said, knowing he wouldn't ask questions, or want to come by later for a late night hookup. "I'll see you tomorrow?" She asked him with a smile.
"Of course." He told her, running his hand through her hair and kissing her lightly.
Carly clenched the steering wheel while the thoughts raced through her head. She couldn't just stand by and let that piece of shit get away with it, but ratting on him could very well mean her death. She thought about going to the police, but she knew that the Nords knew enough people in the justice system and the prisons that Joseph would have a short, easy sentence and then he would be back, and his face would haunt Ellie every day, until the Sons got to him.
She had to make a decision. Go straight down the road to her house, or turn right towards Teller-Morrow. She said a prayer to herself, and turned right.
Sam Crow was gathered back in the clubhouse except for Opie who went back to the hospital to be with his daughter. Every lead was a bust; every path was a dead end. They had no way of knowing who hurt the little girl.
When Carly walked into the Sam Crow clubhouse, she immediately felt tense. She could feel every eye on her as she stood in the doorway.
"What the fuck do you want?" Chibs asked from his stool.
Carly cleared her throat, "Happy…" she said nervously. "I need to talk to Happy."
She saw Happy stand up and walk towards her, pushing the door behind her open and walking outside, Carly trailing behind him.
"Got something to tell me?" he growled, once he sat on the picnic table and lit a cigarette.
Carly took a shaky breath. "I know who did it." She said quietly, tears threatening to spill. Happy watched her fall apart in front of him, but said nothing. "I don't know what to do, if I tell you, and they find out, I'm fucking dead. If I don't, I'm no better than them. I just… I can't think about that poor little girl, they were laughing about it!" She babbled tears tracing lines down her cheeks.
Happy stood up and put his hands on her arms gently, rubbing his thumbs along her soft skin. "No one's gonna hurt you. I won't let it happen." He promised her. She dropped her head onto his chest, and he put his hand on her neck, his shirt becoming damp with her tears.
Carly composed herself and pulled away, taking a deep breath. "Joseph Carlile. Sick bastard, I guess he… he likes little blonde girls."
Happy watched her, softening his gaze. He wanted to help her out of her situation, but she did it to herself. Carly nodded, and turned back to her car. "Thanks." Happy said, softly enough that she wasn't quite sure if she heard him.
Happy walked back into clubhouse, and over to Juice who was making out with a Crow Eater in a corner. Happy slapped him in the back of the head. "Need you to look someone up."
Juice pulled out his computer and inputted the name Happy gave him. "Holy shit, he's got a laundry list of improper conduct with kids."
"That's our guy." Happy told him, going over to Clay.
"This sudden break in the case has anything to do with Tridi's girl coming in here?" Clay asked him.
"Nope." Happy told him with a face that told Clay that it did, but needed to stay a secret.
SOASOASOASOA
Not wanting the Nords to put two and two together about how they figured it out, Sam Crow waited until the next night to ambush Joseph. He was at the Hairy Dog with most of the other Nords as they usually did. Carly and Aaron were sitting at a table drinking beers, when the front and back doors flew open with timed precision and the Sons of Anarchy swarmed the place.
"Get down!" Clay yelled at the patrons. Aaron grabbed Carly's arm when they jumped up, pushing her behind him like a human shield. "I said get down!" Clay yelled again as Happy pointed his rifle at Aaron. Carly pulled Aaron to the ground with her. She was shaking, not from the ambush, but from the fear of being found out as a rat.
"It's ok baby." Aaron reassured her, as they both laid on their stomachs. He took her hand squeezing it comfortingly, watching the Sons walk through the crowd and pulling Joseph up by the collar of his shirt.
Opie walked up to the man being held by Bobby and Tig, and punched him. "Rape my little girl you piece of shit?" He growled at him. "We're gonna have a fun night."
The Sons filed out with the damned man, leaving Happy and Juice to make sure they weren't immediately followed. Aaron watched Happy stare at Carly like a piece of meat and jumped up, getting nose to nose with him. "Leave my girl alone you piece of shit." Aaron warned him, pulling his 9 mm out of the waistband of his pants.
"Got a death wish whitey?" Happy asked him dangerously.
"Aaron! Stop!" Carly yelled, jumping up herself. She grabbed the back of Aaron's shirt and pulled at it, trying to separate the two.
"Let go." He said over his shoulder, not taking his eyes off of Happy.
"Aaron please." Carly pleaded, grabbing his arm. He threw his arm back trying to shake her off, and his elbow caught her eye, hitting her hard. She let go and stumbled back, her hand covering her eye trying to stop the pain.
Aaron realized what he did and flew to her side apologizing frantically while Happy and Juice slipped out the front door.
SOASOASOASOA
Happy saw Carly and Aaron the next day, getting lunch at the diner by Teller-Morrow, and she was sporting a mean shiner. Happy found Aaron later in the day, walking to his car from the Hairy Dog, and ambushed him, throwing him to the ground.
He threw 2 punches, one to each of Aaron's eyes. "Just remember Nazi, anything you do to her, I'll do twice as bad to you." Happy warned him, kicking him in the ribs and hopping on his bike, riding off.
A/N- PLEASE REVIEW! BY CONFRONTING AARON ABOUT THE BLACK EYE, HE MIGHT BE PUTTING HIMSELF, THE CLUB, AND EVEN CARLY IN DANGER. REVIEWS MAKE ME UPDATE FASTER.