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


"No?" Jax stared at her in astonishment.

"What's there to talk about? You're as much of a stranger to me right now, as you have been for the last 27 years. "

"Why are you even here then, if you want nothing to do with us?" Jax asked with a confused face.

"The world doesn't exactly revolve around you, darling," Ash snapped.

Not wanting to carry out that conversation any longer, Ashley gave him a fake smile saying "Don't worry, I'll be out of your shiny hair soon enough." She moved past him and followed the sound that was sure coming from the battlefield. As Ash reached her destination she could see Tig and Happy in the boxing ring, cornering each other while bouncing up and down like they were standing on a trampoline. Albeit both of them were looking rather bloody, she could see that they were clearly still having fun.

After watching them for a few more minutes Ashley felt the weight of sleep coming over her. So she made her way back to her room. It had a bed, a dresser, and a full length mirror. And a whole lot of love… If love was the thing that those various posters were trying to present. She washed her face and climbed to bed.

"You didn't see the trophy I got," said a familiar raspy voice. Ashley watched as Happy walked to her bed. "But that's okay, I brought it to you." His voice was so low-pitched that it was a pure pleasure to just listen. Standing there in front of her bed he didn't look annoyed or angry, like he had before. He was almost smiling. But the look on his face was even better than a smile. It was the look of a man who saw something he desired.

"What are you doing here?" she asked with an insecure voice.

"I said I came to show you my trophies, which one do you want to see first?" he answered with a devilish smile. He was giving her a smoldering look Tyra Banks would have been proud of.

"What? Are you drunk?"

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm unconscious."

He moved closer until he was right in front of her. Holding out his trophy he dipped one finger in it. It seemed to be holding something white.

"It's whipped cream, baby. I want to know if it's any good." He said while raising his finger to her lips. She put her hands on his, holding it in place, and without thinking licked the whipped cream off of his fingertip.

Next thing he was pulling her on his lap. Putting his hand gently behind her neck, he slowly pressed his lips on hers. "You taste just like glitter mixed with rock 'n' roll."

There was a ring.

She opened her eyes. Instantly remembering the crazy dream she had had. "Oh god," she almost yelled out in horror.

There was another ring. She patted around on her bed for the stupid phone that was for some reason only good for communicating outside the States and not in it. Two messages.

"Great, what now.." The first one was from Maxim saying 'С Днем Рождения, моя милая девушка'. "Oh no, no, no," she had totally forgotten all about that unfortunate day. The other message was from the only real friend she had, E, saying practically the same thing in Estonian 'Palju õnne, mu hull teine pool. Helista!'.

Her only hope was, that no one here remembered or simply knew about it. Trying not to think off it, Ashley made herself presentable, took a quick shower, put on light make-up and fresh clothes. She had decided on wearing denim shorts, purple top and a black jacket. She stumbled, cause apparently there were people sleeping on the hallway floor, to the club house kitchen, craving for coffee.

She sat down just as Clay came in. "Hey, Ash. Glad you're up. Think we should have that little chat about why you're here now"


Translations:

С Днем Рождения, моя милая девушка- Happy birthday, my sweet girl.

Palju õnne, mu hull teine pool – Happy birthday, my crazy other half. Give me a call!