Sons of Anarchy - Angel of Death

Previously...

Stevie's breath caught at the sight of Happy getting ready for sleep. It seemed so natural, their kuttes hanging together on the wall, their boots side by side below. She spat in the sink and rinsed, trying not to let herself get to emotional over the whole thing. This was new territory for the two of them, she didn't want to fuck it up. Happy joined her in the bathroom, beginning his nightly ritual as she washed her face. Once she was finished, Stevie moved to the bed. She pulled back the covers and settled down, laying on her back.

"You still want a smoke?" Happy rasped, turning off the bathroom light. He slid under the covers, "Stevie?" He asked, smoothing a hand down her arm. She snored softly in response. He chuckled to himself and settled down, wrapping his arms around her.

She stirred a little, "Happy?" She asked, her voice thick with sleep.

"Yeah." He answered, kissing her temple.

"Mmmm." She hummed in response, her head pillowed on his shoulder. "Me, too."


Chapter 7: You Got Another Thing Coming

The Welcome To Charming sign didn't come soon enough for Stevie. They left at 6am and only stopped for gas. She was completely on edge. She wasn't sure how the club would react to her and Hap together without all this new drama. Now with a fresh tragedy, she wasn't sure how to navigate club life, let alone her love life.

"More like, Welcome to Hell." Stevie scoffed.

Happy chuckled darkly giving her a nod. She was right. This wasn't going to be pretty. He piloted the truck back to Unser's warehouse,m finding Juice and Tig sitting in the tow truck just outside the fenced lot. Tig rode Happy's bike over so he could ride it back to the clubhouse. Once they had the truck parked and locked up, Stevie carried her and Happy's bags over to the tow truck.

"What's up, Bitches?" Stevie greeted the men as they jumped down from the truck. Tig pulled her in for a fierce hug after hugging Hap hello.

"So glad you're in one piece, doll." He squeezed before letting her go. He had a haunted look to his eyes and he was holding her extra tight.

"Me too, Tig." Stevie murmured, she shared a look with Hap over Tig's shoulder. Something had Trager a little off balance.

Juice swooped in next. "Welcome home, Stevie." He wrapped her up in a bear hug as well. She handed him their bags while Hap went over to his motorcycle.

"You can ride with us, Stevie." Juice offered after stashing their bags, opening the passenger door. He turned to find her sliding on behind Happy, strapping on Hap's helmet.

"Guess that answers that." Tig scoffed. He'd hoped that Hap and Stevie worked things out. He didn't expect them to work out quite like that.

Juice shook his head, "He doesn't even have a bitch seat!" They watched as Stevie scooted up close, her knees hugging Hap's thighs, hands settling on his hips like it was most natural thing in the world.

Happy nodded at them as he rolled out of the lot into the street. He roared off towards the clubhouse, Stevie letting loose a whoop as he opened up the throttle.

"Guess she's as crazy as they say." Tig chuckled driving back to Teller-Morrow.

Juice scoffed, "Crazier, bro." He was definitely more than a little miffed over Stevie getting cozy with Happy. He and Stevie had bonded over their love for technology when she first joined SAMCRO. She helped him

"Aww, Juicy." Tig cooed, pinching Juice's cheek. "Don't get butt hurt over this." He laughed. " They might just be friends." He shrugged, "They did just ride in a truck for ten hours. I'd ride bitch just to get some air."

Juice rolled his eyes. He knew what he saw. The way Stevie settled behind Hap did not say friendship. He shifted in his seat, staring out the passenger side window, "Sure, yeah, maybe."

Happy pulled into the clubhouse and backed in his bike to line up with the others. Looked like they had a full clubhouse tonight. Stevie slid off the bike, handing Hap his helmet. Juice came over with their bags and the four bikers entered the clubhouse.

Stevie was first struck by how silent the place was for how many people were milling about. Redwood's clubhouse was at least twice the size of Tacoma. Somehow it felt smaller, she could feel the walls closing in as she caught sight of the assembled reaper crew. Clay came forward and wrapped her up in a bear hug.

"Welcome home, Stevie." Clay murmured. He looked ragged, like he hadn't gotten enough sleep. Rightfully so, the bastard.

Stevie bit her lip to keep her rage in check, letting her eyes water a little to pass it off as grief. "Thanks, Clay." She sighed.

Then Chibs wrapped her up in a hug. "Good to see you're still in one piece, lass." He drawled, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek.

"Yeah, Hap played nice." She chuckled, finding Happy had come up behind her.

"That's not what you said last night." Hap rasped, his eyes glittering with amusement.

The men all looked to Stevie. She could feel a blush creeping up her cheekbones. "What was that, Killa?" She asked, cocking an eyebrow, taking the beer Half Sack offered her. She nodded her thanks.

Hap's lips twitched. "Something about me being a fucking tease-"

"Asshole." Stevie spat around the mouth of her beer bottle, elbowing him in the ribs.

The men all shared a quiet laugh.

"You guys find the safe house?" She asked, getting right down to business.

Juice stepped forward, "Yep." He winked, handing her a piece of paper.

"Great." Stevie sighed. "I'm gonna grab a shower and rest my eyes for a bit." She yawned. "I'll head out around 9 and scope the place out, let you know how many are in the house." She raised her beer in farewell and continued on towards the dorms.

"Sounds like a plan." Clay nodded, turning towards the other arrival. "Hap," He handed him a beer. "Transfer go okay?" He asked, eyeing the new patches on Happy's kutte.

Happy nodded, "Yeah." He glanced down at his chest. "The guys understand."

"So, you and Stevie," Clay pressed, "You come to an understanding?"

Happy's mouth twitched. "You could say that." He took a long drag.

"You fuck her?" Tig asked, throwing his arm around Juice's shoulders. All the men were on the edge of their stools for his answer. Jax had been wrong, but Tig was hoping he'd reap in more cash if he was right.

Hap gave them a single nod. "Yeah." He wiped his mouth, trying to figure out how to slip away with Stevie's dignity intact.

"Told you," Juice mumbled, taking a swig of beer. Tig play punched him in the arm.

"Good for you, Hap." Chibs chimed in, slapping him good naturedly on the back. "Now, I know she's our sister in arms but Jesus, boy." He sighed. "You gotta tell us something."

"I don't fuck and tell." Hap shrugged. The men all groaned in protest.

"Oi! C'mon Happy." Chibs chided, throwing his arm around his shoulders. "She a hellcat in the sack, yeah?"

He thought for a moment how to pacify his brothers and not have Stevie throttle him later. "You know the picnic table outside Tacoma?" Hap rasped, earning nods from most of the members as they pictured it. It took a moment for his admission to sink in.

"Shite!" Chibs exclaimed, "Really?" His eyebrows shot clear up to his hairline.

Happy just smirked in confirmation, polishing off his beer. You'd think he'd admitted to fucking her right there on the bar or something.

"Fuck," Tig sighed, "That's hot." Juice just shook his head. Clay slid off his bar stool in search of his old lady.

"Aye." Chibs agreed, turning towards the bar. "Sack, get this man anotha beer, wouldja?"


Stevie opened her dorm room door to find the room just as she left it. She was slowly making the room her own over the last few weeks, going as far as to rip up the carpet and steam clean the hardwood underneath. Her oriental rug from Indian Hills was a welcome addition to the hard surface. The record player her father gave her for her thirteenth birthday, just before her sister died, sat on the chest of drawers. A picture of her father on his motorcycle with her mother riding bitch, sat next to it. She picked it up and studied it for a moment.

"Miss ya Pops." She murmured, brushing her fingertips over his face. "Any ideas on how to expose a hit gone bad?" The picture didn't answer. "Yeah, me either." She shrugged setting the picture back down.

She stripped off her kutte and boots, placing them neatly by the door. After emptying her go bag and restocking it with clean clothes, she placed it in the closet, ready for the next time duty called. A hot shower had her name written all over it. She stripped off the rest of her clothes as she went, tossing them in the hamper outside the door.


Happy was able to slip away from the gathering at the bar after another beer. He wanted to make sure Stevie had calmed down a little. She was so on edge their entire trip back, the little he did get out of her were just one word answers. A stark contrast from their time in Tacoma. Granted she'd been shit faced drunk for most of their conversation, but communication was communication.

He knocked on her dorm door, leaning his ear on the surface to see if she was in the shower or not. He didn't hear any movement, so he tried the knob. Unlocked. Odd. He pushed the door opened and was overwhelmed with her scent. The room was clean, tidy, almost obsessive compulsively so. He closed the door, plunging the room into complete darkness.

Stevie felt the bed dip and reached for her gun. She'd been on high alert the moment she heard the door click shut, she'd forgotten to lock the damn thing. She sat up and in one swift movement had her gun cocked and resting against her intruder's temple. "Freeze, asshole." She ordered through clenched teeth.

"Easy, baby." Happy rasped, freezing like she asked.

"Jesus, Hap." She groaned, releasing the hammer on her gun. "I could have killed you, dumbass." She chided, stashing the piece back under her pillow. She flopped back down on the bed. "I'm not up for a booty call, Hap."

He grunted in response, and she heard the distinct, thud, thud of his boots hitting the hardwood. The whisper of leather and clink, clink of his belt buckle told her he'd stripped down. The bed dipped again and he laid down beside her.

"You okay, kid?" He asked after a few moments, turning on his side to face her.

Stevie let loose the breath she'd forgotten she was holding. "For the most part."

Hap scoffed, "That's loaded." He leaned up on his elbow to press kisses to her collarbone, his hand smoothing down her side to her hip.

"Yep." Stevie replied with a soft smile. She opened her eyes to find Happy's nose very close to hers. After blinking a few times, her eyes adjusted to the darkness. His eyes were troubled, teeth worrying his bottom lip. "Awww, Hap." She sighed, "Don't worry about me. I'm just over thinking things."

"You think it was a club mistake." Well, nothing did get past the killer.

"You don't?" Stevie countered, sitting up, sliding back to rest against the headboard. She leaned over to find her stash in the nightstand. She pulled out a joint and felt around for her lighter. "Shit." She swore, not locating it quickly. Happy smirked, leaning over the bed to the nightstand where he'd stashed his lighter and wallet. He flicked it open, letting the single flame illuminate the darkness between them. Stevie sighed, "Thanks." She leaned close and lit her joint. She took a hit and offered it to him. He accepted and slid up to sit next to her.

"Tig found something in Ope's truck." Happy offered, passing the joint back.

"He must have." Stevie sighed, "Didn't feel the need to share that little piece of information, we me. Oh, no way." She clenched her fist. "Did they forget I'd been grilled by the bitch?" Hap told them all the stuff Stahl drudged up when he returned to the clubhouse without her. "I knew what she was after! She wanted to bring this club down from the inside out, even if it meant burning it to the ground."

"Clay likes to play things close to the chest." Happy agreed.

They lapsed into silence, fragrant smoke filling the room.

"You really think Tig did this?" Hap rasped, his voice barely audible, but his tone was unmistakably deadly.

Stevie took a hit, holding it for a moment, "Yeah," She let the smoke go, putting out the bud. "I do." Hap just nodded once, dragging a palm down his face. "C'mon, Killa." She sighed, sliding back down on the bed, pulling him with her. "Let's get some shut eye." She hummed as he wrapped his arms around her, pillowing her head on his shoulder, fingers playing with her hair.


"We've got four bogies inside, including the witness." Stevie spoke into the phone. She sat on the rise of land just beyond the house with her night vision scope. "You want me to take 'em out?" She asked.

"Naw," Tig answered. "Where's the fun in that?" He sighed, "Just stay close in case we need your assistance, doll."

"Aye, aye, Cap'n." Stevie murmured, flipping the phone closed. She watched as Chibs and Hap lured the two agents outside to their car, bopping them over the head. After securing them in the trunk of their car, Hap took one of their radios and placed it on the now empty chair on the porch. Then all three men crept around back of the house. Once they were in position, Chibs pressed the other radio to make the radio on the porch go off, drawing the third agent, a woman outside.

"Fuck." Stevie swore. The witness finally turned towards Stevie's scope. The witness was a woman, and from the looks of it, a really young one. After hurriedly disassembling her rifle, she crept down the hill only to run smack dab into Jax. "What the hell?" She screamed in a whisper. Jax just put a finger to his lips, waiting for the scuffle inside to die down.

Jax leaned close, "Info about the witness just came out." He explained as they jogged around back. "The witness is a-"

"Young girl." Stevie finished for him. "Hence my charge down the hill, VP." She gave him a lopsided grin. Jax's brow furrowed. "What? It's been a hot second since I had to identify heat sigs on a scope, alright?" She rolled her eyes, motioning to the house, "C'mon, let's stop ol' Tigger from making a mistake."


"I could do this bro," Hap offered as Tig hesitated to kill the witness. They didn't know the snitch was a fucking teenage girl. Didn't make a difference, the club needed her dead, didn't matter she wouldn't see her eighteenth birthday.

The backdoor flew open and Jax rushed into the room, Stevie close on his heels. She locked eyes with Hap across the room and his breath caught. Her hair was pulled back from her face, jeans and kutte dusty from laying out on the ground and her eyes were on fire. She was pissed, he could tell. Good thing she didn't hear him offer to off the poor girl. Shit, that would have made things between them a hell of a lot more complicated.

Jax started to argue with Tig. The VP wanted to simply let the girl go? There was no way the feds wouldn't find her again, and get her better protection. Hell, this time they might just record her confession and sent her off halfway across the planet before Juice could track her down again. Stevie rocked back on her heels. The VP was definitely going soft, one more reason she was glad she wasn't able to have kids. Having a family to look after definitely made this life more complex. She knew that killing a teenage girl didn't sit right with these men. Hell, it didn't really sit right with her either, but they needed to get their man back and get the ATF monkey off their back.

Jax ordered everyone out, the men hesitated, not wanting to leave a job undone. Stevie stepped forward and before she let the gravity of her actions sink in, she put her gun to the girl's temple and whispered. "Wrong place, wrong time, kid." She glanced over and found Hap watching her, his eyes widening with understanding. She let out a breath and pulled the trigger, the thrill of the kill rushing through her veins.

"Jesus Christ!" Jax swore at sound of the silencer, whirling around to find Stevie catching the girl as she fell, dead, from the chair. Once the girl was laid out on the floor, she brushed past the three SAMCRO men, who stood gaping at her, to the bedroom to grab a blanket to wrap the body in.

Hap was already in the bedroom, yanking the cover off the bed. Once back in the kitchen, they made short work of wrapping the girl up and carrying her out to the van, not a drop of blood was left thanks to the clean shot, and the head covering she wore.

When they returned, Chibs was waiting just outside the door. Hap went through first, and Chibs stopped Stevie from going in after him.

He stared at her for a moment, his grip relaxing an inch on her forearm."Ya didn't have to do that, love." He sighed, cigarette dangling out of his mouth.

Stevie took her arm back, and just stared at the Scot. She was a patched member, doing what needed to be done. Why would he question what was necessary? Were the men of SAMCRO just a bunch of pussies with dicks? She smirked, then leaned in, murmuring in his ear, "I'm fucked up beyond repair, Scotty." She pulled back, patting his leather clad chest, "Don't try to fix me." She stepped back, "You can take my bike back, I'll hitch a ride with Hap in the van to clean up the mess." She sighed, tossing him her helmet. "You wreck 'er, I wreck you." Then she turned towards the van, "Bus is leaving, Hap!" She announced over her shoulder as she wrenched open the driver's door.

Happy appeared in the doorway, ski mask in hand. Chibs slung his arm around Hap's shoulders. "That is one mad lass, Hap." He puffed on his cigarette. "Definitely keeps ya on your toes, eh?" He smirked, as Hap stepped out from under his embrace.

"You could say that," He rasped, making his way over to the van. He nodded at the Scot before opening the passenger side door and sliding inside.

Chibs shook his head. He was pretty sure Tig and Jax were beating each other to death inside. Shit was definitely He was going to have to break it up so they could get the hell of out of here. They didn't need to be here when the agents came to. He headed back inside to corral his brothers and get back to the clubhouse.


Stevie jammed the van into gear and pulled out onto the main road, heading towards Chigger Woods, the infamous SOA burial ground. She rolled down the windows and cranked the local classic rock station, humming along to the Judas Priest track, Living After Midnight. She glanced at the clock, 11:59. How appropriate.

Happy lit a cigarette and took a long drag. Stevie reached over and snatched it from his fingers. She took a drag and passed it back, holding the smoke for a moment before letting it go out the window. He stared at her for a moment before he took another drag on the cigarette, trying to get the image of her blowing the girl away out of his mind. She was doing a damn good job of hiding it, but he could tell the kill affected her.

The drive into the woods didn't take too long. Stevie pulled the van to a stop and jumped out. Hap followed, helping her carry the body deeper into the woods. Once they had found a spot, Stevie returned with two shovels.

They dug in silence. After about an hour, they had a hole deep enough. After settling the girl in the ground, Stevie crouched at the edge of the pit. "Sorry you had to go like that, kid." She sighed, "Rest in peace." She straightened up and glanced over at Hap. He was watching her like a hawk, toothpick twirling between his lips.

They filled the hole in about thirty minutes, dirt always went back in faster than it came out. Hap decided he wouldn't push her to talk. He didn't want to be another Jacob. The last thing he wanted her to think was that he thought there was something wrong with her. There wasn't, at least not to him.

The ride back to the clubhouse was almost equally as silent. Halfway home, Stevie cracked. "You're disappointed."

Hap shook his head, "No."

"Angry?" Stevie tried, glancing over at him, pulling out her smokes.

"Nope." Hap answered again, taking a drag of his cigarette.

Stevie ground her teeth together. "Then what is it?" She demanded, her voice louder than she meant it to be. "Sorry," She mumbled, swallowing hard and running a shaky hand through her pony tail.

Happy sighed, studying the woman in the passenger seat for a moment before putting his eyes back on the deserted highway. "No, I'm sorry."

"W-what?" Stevie sputtered, sitting up straighter.

Happy tossed his spent cigarette, "We were a bunch of pussies tonight."

Stevie's lips twitched. "Damn straight." She sighed, pressing her fingertips to her temples. "Fuck, I didn't think it all the way through, though."

"No kidding." Hap smirked. "Jax is never gonna be able to live this down." He was half joking. The VP was definitely pushing boundaries and asserting his rank when he didn't have the right to do so.

"Seriously though, Hap." Stevie sighed, "How bad did I screw up?"

Hap let out a breath through his nose. She did stand up to the VP. Granted, Jax was making a stupid decision, but he did outrank her. "We voted. The witness is dead. End of story."

Stevie scoffed, "Yeah, right." She shook her head. "You and I both know Jax won't-"

"He will." Hap cut her off, pulling the van into the lot of TM. "I won't let him hold this against you."

Stevie waved him off, "I can tell Jax to shove it up his shiny 'Prince of Charming' ass, all by myself." She winked and pushed open her door, sliding out onto the pavement.

Happy chuckled. That definitely went better than he thought. He hoped she didn't feel guilty for the kill. Of course, the girl's age sucked. It was stupid, but for the good of the club, it had to be done. Tig volunteering to off the girl, further confirmed Stevie's theory. Tig had killed Donna by mistake when he went to take out Opie on Clay's order.

Shit was really about to hit the fan.


Dearest Readers,

You Got Another Thing Comin' - Judas Priest - love the guitar riff on this track. Larger than life, bad to the bone vibe, perfect for Stevie's first official kill for the Sons.

I'm currently working on getting us through season 3 to where the boys take a 14 month hiatus in Stockton. That right now is my end game. Of course I want to take Stevie through the whole series, but we'll see where my life is once we've accomplished this goal. Plus, I've got my 'Gangsta' fic in progress for Luke Cage, as well as my Supernatural fic on hiatus that I would really like to get back to.

Thank you for all the favorites/follows. I'm blown away at the response to this work. As always, I would love to hear from you, click that lovely review button!

xoxo

Lumora The White