Sometimes the sun was my friend, and sometimes it was my enemy; the morning after Vic's wedding it was definitely the latter of the two. The sun was peaking in through the shades just about blinding me. I knew from the smell of engine oil and sex that I was in the club house; far away from the Indian reservation I remembered being in last.

"Shit," I muttered feeling my head spin, the memory of last nights fight coming to mind, Opie and then finally Putlova and Mike's bodies.

"Morning," Happy's voice surrounded me cocooning me in a way I hadn't known I had missed so much.

"Shh don't talk to me, I'm still mad at you," I muttered putting my head into his ribs to hide the smirk on my face. He popped a black eye open at me as I peaked up at him and his chest bounced as he laughed.

"You didn't seem like it yesterday," he started running a hand up and down my back like he always had.

"Then wasn't the time," I assured him rolling my head off his chest so I could see him better.

"And now is?" he opened both eyes, watching me, waiting on an answer that could either make us or break us.

"It sucked! Your letter..," I began and he gave me a questioning look as his eyes went into the hard black orbs that they usually did, shutting out all emotion, he went to open his mouth but I cut him off, " being left behind so everyone said you dropped me like yesterday's trash,"

"You done?"

"When you left it sucked worse, and then you left me again,"

"Bow.."

"She wasn't your fault," I stopped him again, "Maybe she wasn't mine either, but she grew inside of me, I was supposed to keep her safe, and I didn't," I felt my eyes tear up at the words I never thought I'd say to Happy Lowman, "Because I knew when she was born you'd keep her safe like you always had me,"

"She was too beautiful, I'm not allowed to have something that precious," I couldn't believe his eyes matched mine.

"I didn't look, I couldn't," I tried to suck back the tears I didn't want to fall, "Katie was right, no matter how many years you were in jail, or how many years you would have been in Tachoma I'd be right here waiting for you!" I sat up but kept looking at him his eyes scanning my face as I spoke, "I could of left when you did, but I didn't; I stayed in our house, in Charming, waiting even when I tried to convince myself that I hated you and you'd never come back, I was still waiting,"

"I'm sorry I made you wait so long," he reached out and grabbed my hand interlacing our fingers.

"What do we do now?" I questioned.

"I'm not sure," I felt him shrug and I laid back down keeping our hands laced. Did we go back to how we had been or start all over as a new relationship? There was one thing I knew I needed back or it would never work.

"I don't want to be kept in the dark like the other girls Hap, it's all or nothing with club shit," he didn't respond, "I saw the Russians yesterday,"

"For Jax,"

"You killed a whole clan of Russians for a stabbing?"

"We are going a new way with the club," he shut his eyes and put his other arm over them.

"And Mike?" I knew that Happy had known every move I'd made while they were inside.

"No loose ends," he squeezed my hand tighter, "Besides he deserved to die for the shit you could of gotten mixed up in," I opened my mouth to ask another question but he pulled me up off the bed to straddle his waist. "Enough fucking talking," and our lips crashed together starting our usual dance for dominance and before I could even process what had been said both of us were naked.

"I'm working the day after my wedding," Vic complained from the front desk, the shop was empty today, Roosevelt had stressed out the town when it came to SAMCRO and our shop was included in the town ban. I shook my head at her from my seat, we had been sitting for hours.

"I know, you've almost broken a sweat," I rolled my eyes at her.

"Ope wouldn't own up to the Russians this morning, said they messed in some serious shit," she started picking at her nails, a habit she had developed in high school whenever she was annoyed.

"It was them, for Jax," I confirmed for her, even though I knew she had come to the conclusion herself.

"That is an awful lot of blood for a shanking,"

"Exactly," I agreed.

"Did you see how stressed the guys were when they left?" I knew she was talking about Jax and Ope, who had left in Ope's truck heading out towards the Reservation.

"Something big is happening," I agreed.

"So how was it?" a smirk spread across her face, "I saw you stayed with Happy last night,"

"What do you think they could be up to?" I asked trying to change the subject, I knew it would come up, I saw her face when Happy and I had come out of his bedroom at the club house, he was heading out to Katie's house to finally see her, but I noticed he had left his bike behind and taken Unser's truck from last night with him.

"I think you are changing the subject," I didn't say anything to her, just watched her as she waited for me to give her any bit of information. "If they killed all the Russians, it means they are doing business with someone bigger,"

"But who?" I asked, they were already mixed up with the IRA who could be bigger than that?

"That is up for you to figure out, Opie doesn't tell me shit," she signed at the front door opened up and Tara came flying in.

"We've got to go," she was frantic as she just about ripped our new door off the hinges, "Jax and Opie have been taken,"

"One day, they've been out for one fucking day," Tara was tapping her foot on the ground beside us at the picnic table. "One day," she muttered again. Vic was sitting on the other side tapping her foot as well.

"Didn't they kill all the Russians?" Vic noticed me watching her, the rest of the club was running around the lot trying to figure out the next move, apparently the fire department and sheriff Roosevelt had destroyed the club house but we could only deal with one problem at a time.

"I guess not all of them,"

"How did we get mixed up with the Russians anyways?" Vic asked another question.

"Jimmy O," Tara and I both answered.

"Did Mike let onto anything?"

"I haven't spoken to him since the airport," I didn't add in the part that I had seen Happy loading up his dead body last night. "That security guy handed him that envelope of cash and I left," I knew that kind of cash was never good. I had turned around in the terminal after seeing it and headed straight to my car never turning back and he had never called. My phone started vibrating in my pocket and I left the girls behind as I answered the phone.

"Where are you?" Happy's deep voice brought my nerves down the moment I heard them.

"Club house, are you okay?" I knew he was, he had been in Bakersfield when all this shit went down.

"Yeah, stay there," the line went quiet as he hung up. Finally the bikes in the parking lot started up and left with Clay ahead of the pack.

"Roosevelt is already on my nerves," Vic huffed when I sat down beside her so we could see where Jax, Opie and Happy's bikes were still sitting.

"He hasn't got his bike?" she asked noticing it as well.

"He took Unser's truck," that caused both girls brows to raise in confusion.

"Why would he take a truck to Bakersfield?" Tara questioned trying to put all the pieces together.

"It isn't why, it is what is in it," I informed her, "We know it isn't Russians," we could speak about the situation without looking over our shoulder at TM.

"Guns? Money? Hostages?" Vic knew more than Tara just what exactly the club was capable of, Tara still held hope that they would do the right thing, but Happy was never in a vehicle with a door unless he was doing something more than questionable.

"Why take whatever it is to Katie's?"

"Let me find out," I pulled my phone back out again and dialed up the Bakerfield's most feared Mother.

"It is about time you called," I knew she wasn't smiling but I also knew that look of annoyance wasn't across her face like it usually was, Katie Lowman was more than relieved to see her son after 14 months of incarceration.

"How are you?" I had to make small talk I knew I couldn't out right and ask.

"Why did you call Bowie?" well, I didn't think I could call out right, "My boy okay? He just left about half an hour ago,"

"He's fine, I just spoke to him," I didn't add anything about the rest of the club. "Why did they bring that truck? What is in it?" I saw Gemma leaving her office and walking towards us, so much for subtlety asking the woman.

"Whatever it is, it is wooden cases," she coughed a few times before speaking again, "Big ones, Surfer boy was here with him and the new one,"

"Kozik and Miles?" I asked again, I hadn't seen them this morning now that I thought about it.

"Says they are staying here for a few days," she added without answering my question about the house guests. "They got a call in the middle of lunch, loaded the boxes up again and left,"

"He on his bike or the truck again?" Happy had another bike at his Moms house, one that he used when the club went on longer runs, it was set up for more comfort even though I think Happy could ride his bike for 2 years straight and still be fine.

"No a big liquor truck," Gemma was so close at this point I could see her eyeliner on her top lid.

"Okay, well I was just checking on you," I knew she would understand.

"My boy seemed happy," now she was smiling, that much was for sure.

"Me too," I added before hanging up.

"Who was that?" Gemma asked sitting down on the picnic table.

"Kaite," I informed her, flipping the phone over so the back up only showing. "I was just checking up on her," I repeated again.

"That bitch is to stubborn to die, I don't know why everyone is worried," she scanned the lot as Piney pulled in, "About like that one, I think the reaper came for him years ago,"

"I heard he told him to fuck off," Vic laughed watching her now Father in-law park his bike.

"Yeah, just think about what you've got to look forward with Opie, he's just like his father," Gemma smirked before getting up and walking back towards her office.

"Well what did Katie say?" Tara asked, she could barely wait till Gemma was out of ear shot.

"Big wooden crates," she looked confused. "Guns," Anger coursed through my veins at the realization I was coming to, they were keeping guns hidden at Katie's home, big guns.

"They must of killed the Russians to get the guns," Vic added, "I knew that was to much of a revenge plot for a stabbing,"

"He almost died," Tara snapped.

"Still to much to take out the Russian Mafia, to buck up against that you've got to have something else much larger going on,"

"So the guns are the Russians?" I put the idea out on the table.

"And they need them to impress whoever is new,"

"Jax didn't tell me any of this,"

"Because you didn't ask, he isn't going to come out right with the information, you've got to figure some shit out yourself, you've got to know the questions to ask," Even when Happy and I were together he tried not to make to much fuss over what the club was up to, he'd let me know what he was doing and the important parts of what was going on, but never the nitty gritty. This morning he had said they were going a new way, that was him not lying but not telling the truth at the same time; that is how it would always be with all of them.

"Opie doesn't tell me shit,"

"He's his fathers son," I reminded her.

"Piney won't share any info about the letters either, just says the past needs to stay the past," Tara was still mad at him.

"They only way we are going to find out the whole truth is if one of you knows how to make a time machine,"

"Well, you're a DR. so clearly you are the smartest one," Vic looked over at Tara before the three of us started laughing.

An hour or so later we were still on the picnic table, Gemma had now joined us but she wasn't saying very much, but she was watching Tara closely, a little too close for comfort.

"Thank god," Gem muttered, hearing the bikes in the distance and getting out heading towards the gate, she always had to be the first one they saw, like she had been standing there waiting the whole time. I noticed all three of us rolled our eyes as the guy's bikes pulled in followed by Unser's truck that clearly had the three guys in it. Tara took off running for Jax and Vic wasn't too far behind her as Opie hopped out of the truck; but when the last set of boots hit the pavement out of the truck I couldn't keep my eyes on my friends he was all consuming everything I had, my thoughts, my vision, my skin popped goosebumps.

"Miss me?" his deep voice ran down my back causing the hairs to stand up.

"Did you leave?" I questioned putting a smirk on my face and he mirrored it.

"come on," he put his heavy arm over my shoulder and we followed everyone else into the destroyed club house, the smirk he had worn in quickly left his handsome face. Axe marks covered the walls and every bit of glass was broken, it was almost as bad as the mess Weston had left at our shop. The wall where they had kept the mug shots was completely destroyed and glass and frames were all over the place in front of it, but the most shocking thing was the axe that was currently stuck out of the redwood table in the chapel that was now missing the doors.

"God Hap, this guy isn't playing around," I mumbled following him around, no person of authority had ever bucked up against them like this, to attack the club house, their inner sanctuary; not even Stahl had the balls to do that.

"We aren't either," he growled back, he was tense just like a bull dog ready to pounce, his home had been attacked.

"Hey everybody!" Tara yelled over the murmurs of anger that was echoing through the club house, "We have an announcement," she began digging in her jeans as Jax walked over towards her looking a little confused. She pulled a ring out of her pocket and slipped it on her finger. "We're engaged!" she held her hand up to the room before it erupted with praise.

"Shots!" Tig yelled from behind the bar and the sound of glasses tapping against the bar took over. I got out from under Hap's arm and headed towards Tara as the guys rounded Jax.

"Why didn't you say anything you bitch?" Vic beat me to her and was already questioning her.

"Waiting to see if the Russians killed them didn't seem like a good time," Tara laughed as Vic inspected her ring. I noticed our circle was a little light as Tig handed us some shots. Gemma was sitting on a cut up couch watching us a little too closely.

She already knew something was up with us.

"I'm sure this is just what you both dreamed about after 14 months, spending the night at my house," Katie rolled her eyes at the dinner table, Hap and I had decided to stay over with her, he drove Unser's truck over, which had the guns in them and I drove my car over.

"It definitely was what I had in mind," Kozik was also staying over, he was sitting at the table with us with a plate rounded over of mash potatoes that Katie had prepared with dinner. "Being with my best friend, and Happy," he joked before shoveling in a spoonful.

"How long are you and that other boy staying for?" Katie questioned him rolling her eyes, Koz and Miles were already driving her to drink, but the only problem with her is that it usually wasn't a saying in her world, I think she had been sneaking vodka in the pitcher of lemonade she always toted around with her. Miles had been MIA since we landed, apparently he had some little girlfriend in the city.

"Why are you guys staying here?" I asked, we had already come to the conclusion before but I thought I'd play stupid, at least in front of Koz.

"It's a little crowded at the club house," he replied before eating some more, he had always lied way too easy.

"So you came way out to Bakersfield?" I decided to push a little harder. He only nodded his head but a pair of black eyes narrowed at me, and I quickly took a drink of my water turning my head away from him feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Come on," Hap stood up and grabbed my arm pulling me away from the table before I could question Kozik any further. We headed out the door and the humid air quickly left a film on my exposed arms.

"Where are we going?" he just grunted as he lead us over to my car; somehow he had my keys in his pocket. He didn't say anything as he shoved my seat back further away from the steering wheel and waited for me to get in.

"Usually when you car jack someone you don't take them with you," I smirked over at him watching him fight with the seat belt, his sworn enemy, something he didn't need to fool with on his bike.

"This fucking cage," he muttered and I laughed out loud at him, "You couldn't of got a new one in all these years?"

"No, it's a good car," I rolled my eyes as he turned it on and we backed out of the driveway. "You still haven't told me where we are going,"

"You ask too many questions," he put his sunglasses down over his black eyes and rolled the window down.

"Well you ask them then,"

"Don't have any to ask," he didn't look over at me.

"No because you have someone watching every move I make,"

"Don't flatter yourself, you usually tell on yourself," finally a smirk met his face.

"Why are you keeping guns at Katie's?" I came right out and asked, "Is that why Jax and Opie got taken? You have the Russian's guns?" he let out a very vocal sigh.

"Can't you just let it be?"

"I'm not a member of the Beatles, sorry," I put my feet up on my dashboard, "What happens if you get caught with guns in your house, you just got out,"

"That's why Miles and Kozik are staying," he said like it was the most obvious explanation.

"For how long?"

"Till we get new storage set up," he turned into a parking lot and turned off the car as he parked. "Anything else?" I couldn't find the words to answer when I saw out the windshield.

"Awe Hap," an ice cream stand was in front of us, one he had taken me to before right after my Dad's funeral he had driven me here right after, back then we didn't speak we barely knew each other even after 10 years; but there was something about him, dragging me to his bike and driving me all the way out to Bakersfield that really spoke volumes about him. It was the beginning of our relationship even if neither of us knew it.

"Will you stop asking questions now?" he unbuckled and waited for me at the front of the car.

"You remember?" Call me a bitch but honestly I didn't think that small moment in our past had been that memorable to him.

"I remember everything with you" he crossed his arms as we walked side by side towards the ice cream stand and questions about guns and Russians left my mind.

AN: What do you think? Let me know! I also want to thank everyone who commented and sent me PM over the last year and recently, I really appreciate it it keeps me motivated (okay so maybe I was MIA for a year)

What should happen next?

-Bailey