Howdy all! =) I wanted to apologize for the couple week wait on the next chapter but unfortunately pace has picked up in my college classes as mid-terms approach. As my ever supporting boyfriend would say "Laameee". But I wanted to get this out to you because this is going to be a chapter that if I don't get done properly, it could ruin the story. It's going to be mainly Happy's Point of view. I know a few people had kind of an iffy feeling on me doing this but I think, as the writer, it's important to do. I want to make sure Happy comes across the way he is in the Show as well as the way he appears to me when involved with Esme.

The way I invision Happy isn't the way…I don't think it's the way most people see him in the show. He's got a tough outer shell, there is no denying that in any form. He's tough, edgy, unstoppable. He's loyal to the point of death but I think, for me and for any other writer, there is a core that is…not soft but gentler inside of that core. A spot that Esmeralda and his mother reside and I really want to do that justice in this chapter and future ones.

I also agree with Wildviolet76, the time line is kind of splotchy and I'm going to try and correct that.

Speaking of the show, who's loving the new season? I know I am. Can't believe some of the things that have happened so far. My boyfriend actually is really into plots of shows and he constantly pokes holes at SOA's but I defend it and tell him "I'm protecting the club." Ah…let us thank the men who stand by us while we fall in love with the Sons. Lol =). Anyway! I want to thank everyone for their reviews, I love how much you guys are enjoying the story so far. And with that said! Onto the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own any material, characters or _ relating to Sons of Anarchy. The only things I do own is a German Shepherd and a mind…at times.


Happy's POV

He had met her when she was Seven years old, huddled on the stoop of her house in a barely modern sweater. A box of cheerios rested near her, untouched. Her cheeks were red from the California night air. Her eyes gently moving in their sleep as she cuddled her small body into the sweater. His pitch black eyes lifted to the door of the house. No light on. Why wasn't she inside? He glanced back at her and took a step back, ready to leave. He had enough problems. He didn't need to worry about some little girl.

But he did worry. A few days a week, he would pass by the same house. To find her huddled into the small sweater. And as Fall approached, he knew that it was going to get colder. That her body would tremble as the air assaulted her. He sighed, scratching the back of his neck. What the fuck. He growled in his mind before moving towards her.

He woke her, watched as her emerald green eyes widened with fear but he took it with a grain of salt. He demanded her company, practically dragged her to his home and pushed her under his mother's wing. Or..atleast that's what he believed. He would never admit that the small girl was something that clawed her way under his skin.

Something that dug through layer and layer of attitude, rock, and frozen veins and dove into him, sparking a soft light. A soft heat that one would get off of a match. But it was heat he wanted, secretly, to last. He'd allow the match to singe the tips of his fingers to keep it.

She became a constant thing in his home. Almost every day after school, she was there. Her quiet footsteps toeing through the small house. Her blanket, the same one he had given her the first day, wrapped around her shoulders or folded beside her. Her homework resting on her thigh and her pencil annoyingly tapping at her cheek as her eyebrows narrowed in concentration.

He shifted on the harsh bed, wincing as the springs dug into his back. He could still see the look of aggravation that dawned on her face when he neared her, dragging her attention from her studies. He did it often. He wasn't sure why. His mother had different opinions of why he did it as she grew older that. She thought because for years, Happy had been the center of her world. She stared at him with adoration until she entered middle school and then education dragged some of that attention away.

He couldn't deny that in anyway. He couldn't say that wasn't the case but he didn't want it to be. He didn't want to sit there and beg for the attention of some girl. Especially one far too young for him. But as she allowed her attention to drift towards her studies, his attention drifted towards something as well.

1999

He had just turned Twenty, his bike roaring and trembling between his thighs as he rested on it at the stop light. His fingers tapped restlessly on the bars as he sat there until he felt the tap. He nudged forward, glancing over his shoulder to see the sleek black car behind him. The car's bumper resting on his back wheel. The car's driver was a chuckling, grinning teenager.

He snorted to himself. Happy was always able to keep a calm, nonchalant attitude about things but it wasn't a good thing. No one, except a select two people, were able to tell through that attitude. To see that beneath the slight forwarding of his eyebrows that David LaBrava was fully enraged.

He put the stand of his bike down, turning it off as he swung his leg over. He helmet coming off to rest on the seat of the bike before he moved toward the car. His head slightly tilted, a soft tilt to his lips as he tapped on the window of the teenager's car. He peered into it as the window rolled down, catching the scent of weed as well as the sight of the teenage girl in the passenger side. Ah…A ego trip.

He almost felt sorry for him…almost. He waited for the window to be rolled down all the way before he reached in, his strong, calloused hands grasping the front of the kid's shirt and yanking him. The teenager struggled, the girl's screams falling flat to his ears as he yanked the kid through the window. His back slapping onto the pavement of the road. "You think it's funny to hit a dude's bike?" He growled, his voice already reaching it's permenant husky status as he circled the kid like a wolf circling it's prey. "It was an accide- " "Oh. " Happy gave a growl as he lunged then.

His knees straddled the boy as he large first raised and came slamming down. The sound of his fist hitting flesh melded in with the sound of the girl's screams as she yelled for help. His fist continued to go, blood of his own and the boy's covering his knuckles. He wanted to hit a man's bike then he wanted to take a man's fist as well.

He barely heard the roar of bikes as they neared, the boy unconscious on the ground as he was yanked up. His arms held back as the girl covered her boyfriend. Happy spit towards the boy, a small smirk of victory on his face as he was dragged a few paces away. "Let me the fuck go." He growled, yanking free. He spun around, his dark eyes falling on the bikers. "Easy Killer."

His eyes scanned the cut. President. First 9. Redwood Original. His eyes lifted to the age hardened face. Pepper colored hair, eyes covered in sun glasses. More of the same cut covered men stood behind him, staring at the Twenty year old. The older, and seemingly leader by the President sign on his patch, grinned suddenly. "You really fucked that kid up." He spoke, chuckling as the rest of the bikers started as well. The laughter itched at his stomach until a smirk covered his face "Follow us kid." "Not a kid." He corrected him quickly, the smirk dropping from his face. The president raised his eyebrow. "We'll see about that." And they would.

2002

He shifted again in his bed, sighing in aggravation as the springs dug into his back even harder. His cell mate grunted above him at the movement . "Stop fuckin' moving." "Fuck you." Happy snapped back, twisting onto his side to face the wall. The envelope making a crinkling sound beneath his body. Stupid fucking people. He fucking protected her! Have her food, shelter, and warmth while her mother was too busy getting high and laid. But he couldn't contact her? Because he murdered. Murdered for her.

He swallowed hard, attempting to keep down his anger that rose in his throat. Fucking assholes. He gripped the envelope, yanking the letter out. His hand writing was rough, chicken scratch but readable. Just enough so she could read it, understand. But below his writing was a neater, elegant writing.

Mr. LaBrava,

It is necessary to inform you that Esmeralda De'Leon is no longer able to be in contact with you. Any mail forwarded to a minor under the state is directly taken and checked before given over. We find that your contact with her is unsuitable as her guardian. Any mail from you or to you by Ms. De'Leon will not be received. If another letter is sent, It will be my duty to contact the warden of your prison.

Elizabeth Harding

Unsuitable. Esmeralda found him suitable enough. He tossed the enveleop e and note under the cell bed, scratching at his stomach where his newest tattoo was. A happy face. A happy face done for her. A happy face because he was glad he murdered that scumbag for daring to touch her. A happy face because even though he was unsuitable for Esmeralda, he would kill that asshole again to protect her.


I didn't want to go to far into Happy's view. If you all like this one, I may do another when we get farther into it. But I just wanted to show a brief beginning of Happy's view of the entire thing. Why Esmeralda was never able to contact him or Anari. Or Vice Versa. I'm hoping to get another chapter out on either Sunday or Monday but don't hold me to it just incase =). I hope you all enjoyed and remember to review! Reviews are like happy little sugar pills for my muse. Happy sugar pills makes my muse hyper =)

I know this one is shorter than the rest and like I said, Happy's view isn't something I want to go too far into because i don't want to ruin him as a character in case no one likes this. Hopefully i'll get a chapter out sunday or monday to make up for the loss =)