A/N - Fulfilment of a couple of Happy requests for you guys - enjoy! And let me know if you're still into the Jax thing, I know there a lot of my original readers still here but I'm not sure if your tastes have changed for Happylicious good times instead! :)

This is kind of a shorter one but moving a few little things forward for the next chapter!

"Drink?"

Nina looked up absently and was surprised to see Gemma standing on the other side of the bar. She didn't have a moment to answer before Gemma had put two shot glasses down in front of her and poured generous servings into both before taking one and knocking it back herself. When Nina didn't reach for her own, Gemma took it and slammed it back too.

"Maybe not," she murmured, her eyes rolling over Gemma. The older woman's hair was still perfectly dyed in that black-and-blonde combination, and although she seemed exhausted in her face, her eyes still had the dark sparkle they always did.

"Been a long night," Gemma replied. She rested her hands on the bar, stretching out her back, and Nina could see the sadness etched on her face. Gemma had been such an active part of the Teller boys' life, it seemed that she had probably taken Abel's death just as hard as Tara might have. Nina, in a moment of solidarity, reached across and rested her hand on Gemma's, connecting with her for the briefest of moments before she reached over the bar to get herself a drink.

"You're telling me."

She knocked the cap off her beer and took a swig, closing her eyes and feeling herself flashing back to the night before, dancing in the bar, out of her mind. She shivered a little as she felt ghostly hands on her waist, pulling her back, hips grinding against her…

"Who was your friend?" Gemma asked abruptly, raising an eyebrow. "Last night, the Russian?"

Nina chuckled a little as she fished the crumpled card out of her bag and unfurled it. She smoothed it out on the bar, she hadn't even really thought to look at it after he'd left, despite her desire to piece together what she might have done. "Dmitri Pelekov," she said, reading out the name. Gemma's face fell a little as she heard it and she reached across, snatching the card away as she looked at it. Her eyes flicked to Nina for a moment. "What?" Nina frowned, noticing her reaction. "Something wrong?"

"He's a LA gun-runner," Gemma said. She flicked the card back onto the bar for Nina to take back. "You should destroy that."

The way she suddenly bristled sparked Nina's curiosity and, instead of taking Gemma's advice, she took the card back and folded it into her bag. "He was just sweet, we talked, that's all." Hopefully Gemma hadn't seen any more than just that. "How do you-"

Gemma looked around and lowered her voice as she leaned closer. "Clay, he…" She sighed. "He had been exploring options to get out, that guy…" She pulled a face, her lips growing tight. "Just don't go near him, Nina, he's bad news and we've all had enough of that."

"You and you."

The guard pointed towards Happy and Rat and then jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Jax looked up from his sullen sulk to see Happy jump down from his top bunk, landing on his feet lightly like a cat. He sat up and frowned.

"What about them?" he asked. Not feeling enough power, he took to his feet and crossed his arms, needing to feel that he was regaining some sense of control over the situation. The guard pointed his baton at Jax, warning him to stay back.

"Time to go home," the guy said coldly. "You, we got a few more loose ends, but these two have been cleared."

Jax was about to react when Happy put one hand on him to cool the rage he was sure was about to bubble out. He looked at Rat, and Rat nodded supportively.

"We can stay," he offered, innerly begrudging any further time he might have to wait to get back to Natasha. Jax shook his head, patting Happy's arm.

"Just get me out of here," he replied quietly. "And look after Tara."

It was a simple enough farewell as Happy slapped Jax across the back and started after the guard with Rat. He could feel the eyes following them out, and he glanced back for a moment before he stopped, dwarfing the guard in a brief second and growling, "You get him in solitary and I'll get you whatever you need. Understood?"

The guard swallowed, his eyes popping wide and he nodded fearfully as he saw Rat flex his knuckles. "Done, it's done." Happy gave him a tight, maniacal smile and the guy whimpered as he buzzed the gate for them to collect their belongings and get out. Happy growled with pleasure as he was slipped the envelope containing his rings, and he purred as he put them back onto his fingers before even thinking to change into his own clothes.

"Let's go home," he demanded, looking at Rat. "We got family to get back to."

Tig sat on the couch, his fingertips arched against each other like a church as he stared absently at the floor in front of him. If he'd been able to focus, he could probably just about count how many empty beer bottles surrounded his feet, but he had simply given up on keeping track. Quite frankly, no amount was enough to stop him from wanting to disappear into a big black hole.

Chibs walked out of chapel with Bobby, nodding as they both went to get a drink. It had been a difficult and uncomfortable process to take two of the club's children to the cabin and leave them there at rest until Jax was out, all Bobby really wanted to do was bury them and let it be but Tara had made it very clear they were to wait. Chibs paused as he looked at Tig, unsure what to say, but, with Bobby's encouragement, crossed the club floor to him.

"You alright, brother?"

He squeezed Tig's shoulder and dropped down into the seat beside him. Tig didn't really answer, numb to everyone and everything around him. This, this was all he had. The club, his SAMCRO family… but that was it. No Nina, no Emily, no IRA. It was just him.

"I can call Fawn," Chibs suggested, unsure what else he could do. "Maybe you just need-"

"My daughter here?" Tig laughed darkly as he said it, looking at Chibs with a frown. "Yeah, maybe I do."

Chibs swallowed. "You know I didn't mean that."

"You've still got yours." Tig took another long swig of his drink and stared down again. Chibs wanted to speak but Tig shook his head. "I just need some time. And…" He wrinkled his nose, he needed her. He needed Nina, to hold his hand and tell him that, however hard this was, he'd be okay. All he really wanted was somebody there to support him.

There was an awkward silence that hung between them, Chibs was desperate to ask the question that was impressing upon his head. He scratched at his inner wrist, trying to act nonchalant. "So… Nina just left? Not a word?"

Tig didn't manage to answer before the door flung open and Happy prowled in, looking possessively around. He gave Chibs an infectious smile and clambered over to him, thumping him hard before he looked at Tig with distaste. Whatever was going on, Happy wasn't about to forget the last time he had seen Tig Trager, on top of his girl and snarling his filthy intentions. His lip curled into a snarl.

"Tash?"

Chibs pointed towards the apartment and watched as Happy lumbered across the room, intent on getting in there. Chibs called out after him. "She's still asleep. Don't wake her."

He took the instruction with a nod and tiptoed quietly in. He felt his heart thump faster as he saw Natasha draped out on the bed, one hand beneath her head as she snored softly, and he smiled softly, mostly to himself as he tiptoed over to sit beside her. His hand ran over her hip and down her thigh, refamiliarising himself with her body.

"Missed you," he muttered. He wished she could reply, but, instead, he stretched out beside her and draped an arm around her, careful not to squeeze her too tightly. Nuzzling the back of her neck with his nose, he sighed as he breathed in the smell of her. "You don't know how important you are to me. I…" He closed his eyes. "You're my one, and I'll never let that man out there hurt you again, I swear."