Everything SOA related belongs to Kurt Sutter and FX. I only claim the ownership of Kalissa and everything else that you haven't seen/ heard on TV.


„Leaving so soon, baby?" the man striding next to her asked. "Was Juice not man enough for you, may I help in that department?"

Turning her head, to glance at the smirking Tig, she forced on a polite smile, "I just have to be somewhere."

She was saved by the bell, literally. Her phone started ringing just as Tig began throwing his arm over her shoulders. "Well, it was nice to meet you, but I really have to take this," she ducked and walked on waving with her phone at Tig.

Peering over her shoulder at the clearly baffled biker, she answered her phone, "Hey, now is not a good time."

"Is it over?" Jo asked.

"No, but it will be… Meanwhile don't call me, I'll contact you myself," she ended the call before Jo had the chance to protest.

The walk back to her motel did not take long. After all it was in a shooting proximity, still she felt kind of stupid having to stroll around Charming in the middle of the night. She could have easily just walked into the SAMCROW nest pretending to know someone, but no, she just had to destroy her own car. Idiot, Kalissa rolled eyes at herself.

By the time she got back to her room, it was almost dawn. Standing by the window, she watched the big dark shape, that was the club house she had just visited, in the distance creating shadows on the parking lot. She had had more than one perfect opportunity to end it all. Happy Lowman could have been dead by now… He should have been dead by now. She bit her lower lip, thinking about what it would feel like to slam a bullet inside his bare chest. Right to his cold empty heart.

Falling asleep felt like forever. She couldn't erase the memory of his hands on her, or his crazy black eyes shooting fireballs in her way. Still it was pretty obvious, he had no clue, about who she was, otherwise she would not have gotten out of there in one piece. For the guys of SAMCRO she was just a little lost puppy, not even capable of fighting back, if the situation needed it. That was the exact image she wanted to create in their eyes. While she actually was the enemy, they couldn't even imagine her being one.

When Kalissa finally woke up, it was almost noon. She hopped into shower and while air-drying her hair, put on light make-up. Looking through her suitcase with a growing frown, she eventually pulled out gray skinny-jeans, a yellow tube-top and black leather jacket. Kalissa pulled her wavy hair into a high ponytail at first, but quickly decided against it. Checking her gun and other self-defence accessories hidden in various places, starting from her bag and ending with her boots, she was finally ready, to go on round two.

Walking through the gates of Teller-Morrow, it was all too quiet. Eyeing the line of bikes, she noticed, that Happy's Harley and a few others were missing. For a second an idea of messing with his bike, and tailing him, until he ended up a road-kill, came to her. It could be an easy way of getting to his dead body to rip off her key, before his brotherhood did, but still there were too many what-if's. She needed to be sure about the results of her actions. There was no room for errors, cause once her cover was blown, there was no way of staying in Charming.

Raising her fist to knock on the door, it opened. The blonde girl, to whom she had basically handed Juice last night, stumbled outside. Kalissa stepped to the side to let her through. "You okay?" she asked sounding more ironic, than she intended to.

The girl just glared at her and walked on.

"Really charming," Kalissa snorted quietly. She got in and closed the door behind her. Looking around, she eventually spotted Juice laying on the pool table. Walking over to him, he opened his eyes to look her way.

"Hey there," Kalissa started with a soft smile.

Juice pushed himself up and returned the smile, "Oh hey, where did you disappear last night?"

"I just got so tired and you were occupied anyways, so I walked home," she said looking around to make mental notes about who was there and who was not. Turning her gaze back to him, she added, "And that's why I'm here, I remembered, that you didn't take my info last night."

"Shit, sorry bout' that, hold on for a sec" Juice rose to move to the office to get the paperwork.

Kalissa had situated herself on a barstool, when Juice finally returned. Writing down her information, she couldn't help herself from jumping every time the front door opened. Apparently that didn't go unnoticed by Juice. "You okay?" he asked, looking at her curiously.

"Oh yeah, just a bit jumpy today, didn't get all that much sleep last night," she waved it off.

Juice's phone started ringing. "I'll be right back," he excused himself and walked to the chapel.

He came back with an annoyed look on his face. "I have to go, but I would really like to hang out with you later.. I don't know, would you perhaps wait for me here, it shouldn't take more than an hour," he asked with a goofy smile.

"Mmm, I don't … oh well okay, nothing better to do anyways," she agreed. In her head it was the perfect opportunity to try sneaking herself into Happy's room. Maybe he didn't wear the key around his neck all the time, it might be just laying on his bedside table or something, if he even had one, and waiting for her to come for the rescue. That way she could carry out her plan, more or less like she had originally planned.

"Perfect," Juice's smile got even bigger.

For a second Kalissa felt bad messing with him, he actually seemed like a sweet guy. However, she had a real mission here, and even if one broken biker-heart was the consequence of her actions, then it would still be worth it.

When Juice had left the building, she stood up and made her way to the hallway. Putting her hand on the bathroom door, she looked back to check, whether anyone was paying attention to her. As she didn't see anyone's eyes on her, she let go of the doorknob, and took a few steps back, to open up Happy's door. "Stupid asshole," she muttered realizing the door was already unlocked. She had figured that she would have to break in somehow, but this was all too easy. Checking one more time, to make sure, no-one noticed, where exactly she was heading, she quietly pushed the door open.

Happy's room was dark. A few pieces of furniture, black curtains and not much else. She shut the door behind her and started looking through his stuff. She even looked under his covers. Nothing. "Where would I keep it, if I was a murderous bike-riding bastard?" she scanned the room with her eyes. Kalissa was standing with her back to the door, when she heard it squeak open. Oh shit, she thought, afraid to turn around.

"What the fuck?" a gravelly voice behind her demanded, closing the door with a loud bang.

Recognizing exactly, whose angry voice it was, she again felt the fear creeping up on her. The mere sound of his voice made her shiver and she was not the type of girl to be frightened easily. He just seemed to have that intimidating effect on her. Turning around with a slow movement, she had no idea, what to say. Her mind went blank.

"What the hell are you doing in my room," Happy asked again through gritted teeth.

Taking a small step back, she looked at him with real terror in her eyes, "I was waiting."

One side of his mouth rose a little, as he took a step forward.

"I mean, I was waiting for Juice and since I don't know anyone here, I figured I'd wait in his room or something, not wanting to bother those girls out there. Still I didn't know which one is his, but I did know this one is yours, and also that you were all out, so I thought I'd wait here. I'm so-so sorry," she rambled in one breath.

She couldn't read his expression, he just glared at her. Trying to create as much distance between them as possible, she soon found herself backed against his bed. In her head she was thinking of the quickest way of getting to her gun, if necessary. Kalissa couldn't tell, if he had bought her bullshit about wanting to simply wait inside his room or not.

"So I'll just go, get out of your way.. Sorry again," she forced out the apology and started heading towards the door. She opened the door, but Hap shut it with a quick movement.

"Turn around," he demanded looking her up and down. That was the exact moment she regretted putting on that yellow top, the way it hugged her body didn't leave much for imagination.

"What?" she backlashed, the fear she felt was companied with anger. No way was she going to 'turn around' for him, whatever he meant by that. Forgetting for a moment to act like a shy schoolgirl, she quickly redeemed herself, smiling at him, "I think Juice is looking for me, better go now."

Happy simply ignored her, standing firmly in her way, "No he's not."