A/N: This is more of a filler chapter, showing Marissa's first week in Charming and how she starts to settle in with everyone. It also has more insight to her and Happy's "casual" relationship.

Marissa sat on the floor of her new living room that looked like the aftermath of a tornado. She was concentrating on the task in front of her when she heard a knock on the door. Figuring it was either Tara who was supposed to be on her way or Juice who was coming over to set up her entertainment system, she didn't hesitate to tell who every it was to come in.

"Letting people in your home without knowing who it is may not be the smartest thing to do around here." Marissa looked up to see Happy standing in front of her. He was dressed in a white t-shirt, dark baggy jeans that hung low on his hips and his infamous cut. She smirked before reaching next to her and holding up her 45 Glock.

"I'm prepared." Marissa answered with an air of confidence. Happy looked down at the woman. He was amazed how she could make loud Elmo pajamas and matching socks look sexy. "So what's up?" Marissa looked up at him.

"Just checking up on you."

"There have been no major changes in my life since I seen you yesterday."

"I could leave." Happy pointed towards the door.

"No, I apologize. I'm just frustrated, no need for me to take it out on you. Please…sit down. Do you want a beer?" Happy declined the beer but did sit down on the loveseat. "This is my first house, even if I am renting and I want it to be a certain way. I have this vision in my head and I can't really put it together in reality and it's just a bit of a pain in the ass."

Happy looked at the various empty photo frames in front of her. She seemed to be going through pictures trying to decide which ones she wanted to put in what frame. He looked around and admitted the little touches she made to the three bedroom home was a massive improvement. The walls were painted a dark grey which seemed to contrast nicely with her deep red furniture. Sitting in the middle of the loveseat, couch and singular seat was a glass table with grey legs. Happy noticed that most of the pictures she was going through were black and white shots as if those were the only ones she wanted in the living room.

"So how have you been?" Marissa asked while still thumbing through photos and putting them in various piles.

"The same I was when you asked yesterday." Marissa looked up and gave him a playful glare.

"Smartass." Throwing down the pictures, she stood up. "Hey, can you do me a favor? I have a mirror I want to put on that wall and you are tall enough to do that." She pointed to a large mirror that was surrounded in grey, black and red tile. Happy got up and prepared to help her. She was adorable as she seemed to look for the perfect place before directing him on where it went. Once he was done putting in the last nail, she looked up and thanked him.

Happy figured it was her eyes that did him in. Those big hazel eyes surrounded by long thick lashes were going to be the fucking death of him. Before he could stop himself, he pulled Marissa closer and brought her head towards him. Just as there lips were getting ready to meet, they heard the front door open and Marissa quickly jumped back.

"Hello?" Tara asked as she walked in the living room with Abel in a car seat. She stopped in her tracks at the sight in front of her. "Oh, hey Happy."

"Hey Tara. I gotta head back to the garage."

"Thanks Happy for the mirror." Marissa answered sincerely. Happy simply nodded and walked around Tara to head to the front door. Once they heard the door shut, Marissa pointed a finger at Tara.

"Don't even fucking say it." Tara placed a hand on her hip but remained quiet. One fuck my ass.

"So you fucked her." Was the statement, rather than question that Happy heard when he was tying up his work boots. He looked up from his bed to see Jax leaning on the doorway with a knowing smirk on his face.

"What makes you say that?" Happy asked, refusing to give in to Jax's smirk.

"Tara mentioned it."

"So you and Tara lie in bed and discuss my sex life?" Happy stood up and grabbed his shirt before buttoning it up over his muscular chest. Jax laughed at his friend.

"Don't flatter yourself asshole. It was just something that came up."

"My ass." Happy growled as he walked past the VP and headed downstairs, Jax quickly on his heels. Before they reached the front door, Happy abruptly turned around and looked at the blonde man.

"Is this the part where you tell me that she's Tara's best friend and I better not hurt her or some other bullshit? Because it's nothing serious, it was just one fuck. Tell Tara that I have no intention of corrupting her best friend and sending her running for the hills so she can stop worrying."

Jax thought back to the conversation he had with Tara the night before. She said that Marissa was not the type of girl to turn into mush over some dude; she was too strong for that. Tara had said that Marissa had not been in a real relationship in years. She always seemed to search out guys that she couldn't get attached to so that she could end it quickly and move on. However, Tara also mentioned that Marissa's outburst when telling them about sleeping with Happy was a sign that it might end being more than a one time deal.

"Nah bro, I ain't going to give you any lecture as long as there is not a need to give one. You're grown and so is Rissa. Like I said, Tara just happened to mention it." Walking towards the garage, Jax couldn't help but agree with his old lady's words. Yeah, there is definitely something there.

"TARA!" Marissa yelled as she walked in Tara and Jax's house. She walked into the living room and stopped dead in her tracks. Sitting down watching TV were Opie, Jax, Chibs and Happy. Jesus, he's fucking EVERYWHERE.

She said hello to everyone and grabbed Abel from Jax, placing a kiss on the little boy's cheek as she spoke to him. She was standing there in a pair of tight yoga pants, tank top, sneakers and her long hair was pulled into a side braid. Tara appeared from the back bedroom still dressed in her scrubs being that she just got off work.

"Go find some workout gear."

"For what?" Marissa rolled her eyes and looked down at Abel.

"For someone that went to med school, your mommy is a little slow." Tara rolled her eyes as Marissa addressed her again. "Because it's normally what people wear to work out. I finally found a damn gym in this town and they are having a Zumba class tonight and I want to check it out."

"What the hell is Zumba?" Jax asked from his position on the couch.

"It's this new workout class that teaches you different dances and being as though I have yet to find a club around here that allows me to shake my ass; I figured the class is the next best thing." When Tara shot her an odd look, Marissa sighed impatiently. "Look chick, I have been knee deep in boxes for the past four days. I need to do something so can you please get your ass in the bedroom, put on some clothes and let's go."

Tara turned around cussing Marissa out the whole time. The doctor threw up her middle finger when Marissa yelled. "Some exercising out of the bedroom is good for your health." The boys laughed before turning back to the game on television.

"Why are we here again?" Marissa asked as she stepped out of the Cutlass and looked around.

"Because we are picking up Gemma so we can all go out to lunch. Gemma caught a ride here with Chibs so that she could go over some shit with Luanne." Marissa looked around at the various porn stars standing outside of Caracara. Some were smoking, others were on their cell phone, but all of them seemed to be wearing next to nothing.

"Can't we just call her and tell her to bring her ass outside?" Tara pulled Marissa's hand and dragged her to the door.

"I don't like this place anymore than you do, but you got a sense of how Gemma is. The woman loves to talk so if we don't drag her out, we will be waiting forever."

Marissa took in the porn studio with a mixture of fascination and disgust. It was surprisingly clean for a place that was filled with cum. She watched Luanne bark orders in between talking to Gemma. She looked towards Chibs and Juice sitting on a couch and looking at a sex scene playing out in front of them. Juice even had the nerve to be eating a bag of chips like he was sitting in his living room.

Tara and Marissa took a seat on the couch after Gemma spotted them and lifted her finger up to imply that she was wrapping up and would be ready shortly. Marissa raised an eyebrow at the two men.

"We're just checking on our investment, love." Marissa snorted at Chibs.

"I'm sure." She knew that she shouldn't but she couldn't stop herself from watching the porn in front of her. She glanced over at Tara who seemed to be having the same battle. It was like a train wreck: you didn't really want to stop and stare, but you just could not help yourself.

Tara turned her head to the side at the scene playing out in front of the group. "That does not look comfortable."

"Trust me it's not." Chibs, Juice and Tara all turned to look at Marissa.

"You're on crack!" Marissa exclaimed as she took a sip of her beer addressing the man sitting with her at the table. "Plain and simple, it is the only explanation for that shit you just said."

Tig glared at her while Clay smirked, utterly amused by this heated debate. "You are out of your fucking mind, you know that right? I can't believe that you would even say that to me. You do not have a fucking leg to stand on when it comes to this issue."

"What the hell is going on?" Opie asked Jax as he walked up to the tail end of the conversation. Tara frowned while giving a small wave to Kenny who had came into the clubhouse with his father.

"Trust me; you do not want to know." Everyone turned back toward to Marissa when she spoke up.

"I don't have a leg to stand on? That's it; Clay, give this man a piss test because he is clearly stoned. Only a crack head would say that Cyclops was better than Gambit."

"Cyclops could shoot shit out of his eyes."

"Who can't even turn it on and off, making him wear stupid glasses at all times like a moron. Gambit, on the other hand, could kill you with a playing card. A playing card? Do you even realize how bad ass that is?"

"Cyclops married Jean Grey who was like the hottest chick there."

"He couldn't even keep her happy; she kept running back to Wolverine. Besides, Rouge was way hotter than Jean Grey. Not the movie version that was a kid, but the cartoon version with the red hair and the southern accent. The only female cartoon character that was hotter than that was Jessica Rabbit."

"Are you shitting me right now?" Tig threw his arms up in frustration.

"Are they seriously fighting about the X-Men?" Tara looked at Opie.

"I told you that you didn't want to know."

"It seems we meet again." Marissa looked up from her the two items in her items. She had been standing in the bathroom aisle of Wal-Mart for the past twenty minutes debating between dolphins and fish for her blue bathroom.

"Oh right, you're that cop I saw a couple weeks ago." Marissa responded before glancing back at the shower curtains.

"David Hale."

"Marissa Ramirez."

"I've never seen you before you came to pick up Gemma." Marissa bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from sighing loudly.

"I just moved here from Chicago. I'm a friend of Tara's." Marissa stated in a flat tone, hoping that Hale got the hint and went the fuck on with his day.

"Since you are new here, let me offer you a piece of advice: stay away from SAMCRO. They are dangerous and involving yourself with them could not end well for you."

"From what I saw they are just a motorcycle club that enjoys booze, bikes and bitches. That hardly makes them deadly. Thanks for the warning but I'm more than capable of making my own decisions."

"Marissa?" Marissa shut her eyes before turning to look behind her. She let out a big smile when she saw who had called her name. She had never been so happy to see Lyla. She accepted a hug from the woman before turning back to Hale.

"Are we done here?"

"Just….heed my warning." Hale said before walked away. Lyla spoke the woman.

"How's the house coming along?" Marissa finally decided on the dolphin shower curtain and threw it in the cart. She then started to look for accessories as she answered Lyla.

"It's a big fucking headache but I'm making progress. The living room is the only thing that is completely finished and I believe that's only because Juice was in charge of setting my entertainment system so he made sure the living room was done, allowing him to play games at my house. How are you?"

"Good. Just here to pick up some things for my son, Piper. He has a school project and there is list of shit that he needs. Marissa, can I ask you a question?"

Lyla looked at Marissa before asking. Things have started to heat up between Lyla and Opie. They had yet to have sex, but he did kiss her which seemed to be major progress. She knew that Marissa wasn't an old lady but she was Tara's best friend so Lyla was hoping she might be able to help.

"Sure. What's up?"

"My….profession, does it bother you? I saw you at Caracara the other day and you looked disgusted."

"Porn doesn't bother me; watching it up closely does. As far as what you do, trust me when I tell you that I don't have room to pass judgment. You have to do what needs to be done to pay the bills and I'm not one to knock a hustle. I will say this though: you seem to be able to know how to hit the off button. You carry yourself a lot better than a lot of these bitches I have seen. You do your job but when you walk out of that place, you are not a porn star. You are simply a single mother with a major crush on a biker. Let that be the thing that defines you, not anything else."

Lyla couldn't stop herself. She launched her arms around Marissa. Marissa returned the hug and smiled at the tiny woman.

"Give me your number. Once the house is done, you can come over for drinks and some girl talk."

"Hey Gem?" Gemma looked up from her paperwork when she heard her name. Marissa waved at Kip who had dropped something on the desk before walking outside.

"Hey baby. What's up? I thought you weren't going to start working til Monday."

"I'm not here to work, well at least not do any work here. Do you think one of the guys can loan me a pickup truck for a few hours? I'll leave my car here and pick it back it up when I drop the truck off."

"Do you need any help with something?"

"No. I just want to pick up a few things and I know it's not going to fit in Coyote." Gemma stood up and started to walk towards the garage.

"Sure thing baby. Let's go talk to the guys to see what one you can use." The two women were standing in the back of the garage as the guys worked. Gemma scanned the room looking for Clay but Marissa's eyes seemed to be focused on Happy. More specifically, she was focused on the bleach blonde, silicone filled chick standing next to him. The chick seemed to be trying to get Happy's attention as he was changing a tire. Marissa felt a sense rage fill her insides.

I am NOT jealous. I do NOT get jealous and I certainly don't get jealous when it comes to a one night stand. I will remain calm and collected. I will be no means, kill this fake bitch and drop her body off in a ditch. I will not kick Happy's balls into his throat for entertaining this bitch.

She looked over at an open tool box just as Gemma went over to talk to Clay. She could hear the various conversations that were taking place around her but it was one particular voice that caused her to pay attention.

"Wow you seem to really know what you're doing. I've always had a question: what's the difference between a wrench and a screwdriver?

Did this bitch really? Marissa asked herself. In a move that shocked her and pissed her off at the same time, Marissa picked up a torque wrench and threw it clear across the garage.

"OW!" Everyone stopped to stare at the outburst as the torque wrench hit the sweet butt's shoulder before hitting the floor with a clank. Slowly Marissa noticed that she had 9 sets of eyes staring at her.

"Sorry." Marissa said in a tone that was anything but apologetic. "What? It slipped out of my hand. Besides, she wanted to know the difference between a wrench and a screwdriver, so I figured I would help out."

Gemma handed her a set of keys and told her that it was for the white Ford pickup and Marissa walked out of the garage, not once looking back.

Happy turned his motorcycle off but made no attempt to get off. Instead he leaned back and took in the view in front of him. After Marissa's outburst, the guys sat and talked amongst themselves about what could have made her do that, to which Gemma replied that they all couldn't be "that fucking stupid" before heading back in the office.

A few hours later, Marissa had returned the truck. She walked in the office to talk to Gemma but she didn't acknowledge anyone else as she walked across the lot and got in her car. Now Happy was sitting in her driveway watching her mow the lawn. That must have been what she wanted the truck for.

She was working on the lawn wearing nothing but a bikini top and shorts. She had her IPod hooked to her ears and she seemed to be in complete concentration. Once she had finished the front yard, she looked up and saw Happy relaxing on his bike.

"Hey." Marissa spoke as she motioned for him to follow her back in the house.

"You mow your own lawn? When did you ever need to do that living in an apartment?" Marissa rolled her eyes.

"I didn't always live in that apartment. I did have a yard once."

"Why didn't you tell Gemma that you needed help? I'm sure she would have sent the prospect over to do that for you." Marissa glanced out the kitchen window where she had been washing her hands at the sink. She looked over the yard that was even and green. It looked great in the August sun.

"Because I didn't need help. There is no sense in getting someone to do the work that I can do myself." Marissa handed Happy a beer out the fridge before grabbing herself a can of Diet Coke and going in the living room.

"What's with the wood?" Happy pointed to the wood pieces leaning against her wall.

"I'm turning one of the bedrooms into a relaxation room."

"A what?"

"It's sort of like a play room but decorated more for my style. The wood is so that I can make shelves to place all of my books." Marissa set her can down on the coaster. "What are you doing here Happy?"

"What was your issue with the crow eater? Why did you throw something at her?:

Because her pushing her boobs in your face was pissing me off. Marissa thought to herself but that was not going to be the answer she gave Hap.

"Call it the inner feminist in me. Nothing pisses me off than a woman who acts like she doesn't know the difference between a wrench and spatula. It doesn't make them cute, which they are trying to be. Instead it makes them pathetic and stupid." Marissa stood and lifted her arms above her.

"If you are not doing anything you can hang out here. I'm going to jump in the shower and then order some takeout if your hungry. My kitchen is not done yet so I won't be cooking for awhile." She handed him the remote and walked away. Marissa figured if he was there when she got out the shower, then she would order enough food for two. If not, then she was no better or worse than before.

Happy turned on the television and was mindlessly flipping through channels. He heard the shower turn on but he tried to ignore it. He had a feeling that the wrench incident was more about him than some damn feminist bullshit. But why would she feel any type of way? She was the one that gave that "casual sex" speech.

Happy let his mind wander for a minute. He thought about the hot water cascading down Marissa's body hitting each and every curve. He imagined her hair wet running down her back. As he was thinking, he felt the tightness in his pants. Standing up he walked to the front door and locked it. He did not want anyone to walk in unannounced. He walked towards the bathroom and heard her singing softly to herself.

Happy shed his clothing and thought about how he was going to approach the situation. Her shower curtain was dark so he knew that she couldn't see him. He grabbed the curtain and pulled it back. Marissa looked at him briefly.

If she was surprised at seeing him standing in front of stark naked, she didn't show it. Instead she just moved to the side, allowing him to come in. He pushed her on the tiled wall and ran a hand over her body. His hands stopped at a tattoo on her right hip. He didn't remember that a few days ago but then again he hadn't really taken the time to analyze her body. The tattoo looked some sort of zodiac sign and he traced it with his finger.

He looked down at Marissa, who had remained quiet, just allowing her eyes to follow his hands. Knowing that was probably a stupid idea, Happy pulled her closer and it wasn't long before he had lit her insides on fire.