Disclaimer: I do not own anything that doesn't have my name written next to it in pretty pink pen. I don't even own my horse Tig…that's how broke I am. I only claim ownership on Asher Hayden, Sarah Stevenson and anyone else that you do not recognise.

Summary: She went to the shut the door but paused, smiling slightly to herself despite the glare from the girl on her knees in front of the biker. "You do realise this is a twelve year olds birthday party?" It started at a twelve year olds birthday party in a Tacoma backyard ten years ago. Happy/OC

Thank you all so much for the reviews! I feel so loved. Here's a bit of Asher/Happy goodness for the day. I will try to follow the events of Season 2 as best as possible in the next few chapters so the next chapter will be set in Service. But until then...Enjoy!

Stylized Violence – choreographed violence used in film and television to portray the illusion of real violence.


Chapter Fifty-Three – Perfect

Your strength is lightening striking down
You sway
Gently in the breeze
In between my dreams
It kind of makes me nervous
In my dreams
You were perfect
When I woke up
You were perfect
Even when you run
You're still worth it
Here and now
The moments perfect

-Vanessa Amorosi

Tacoma WA
April 2008

Sometime during the night, Happy woke up on the musty couch, with Asher curled up in his side and a crick in his neck. It took a minute to work out how he'd gotten there before he realised they'd fallen asleep. Not caring if he woke her up he climbed off the couch, hearing a groan from the girl as he lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Putting her down on the quilt he took a moment to inspect her in the dim light.

The furrowed brow as she slept and the way she instantly curled herself up into a ball seemed to be out of habit. A habit, he realised she'd gotten into since leaving Tacoma last. Since she'd bailed.

Six weeks ago he'd wanted to kill her and now here he was, completely understanding the sacrifice she'd made. She'd wanted to keep him out of jail so she'd stayed away. And now…well now she was knocked up and he was going to jail. And this time it had nothing to do with her, but his own loyalty to the club. Again, the club would pull them apart.

Pulling off his cut and kicking off his boots, he crawled across the bed and pulled her into him, his nose burying into her hair.

They were still like that when he woke up again, except her body was stretched out along his and his hands were resting over her stomach. Her hair was in his face, the sweet smell of vanilla was all around him but he didn't move. He'd have to go to Charming today. Chances were this was the last time that they'd be in Tacoma together for a long time. It was probably for the best. Shit always got hard when they were in Tacoma, at least Charming was a fresh start, or as fresh as it could be.

"You're staring." Her voice was croaky as she turned over in his arms, her hips grinding up against his. "I can feel it."

"What else can you feel baby girl?" He growled, getting harder as she pressed up against him.

"Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Sometimes the dramatic shift in her personalities scared him, but right now, he was happy for it. He didn't handle sobbing, sad Asher very well having not had much experience with her. But flirty, horny Asher, well he knew that bitch like the back of his hand.

"It ain't no roll of quarters, hooker." He pushed his hand up over her thigh, the fabric of his hoodie being pushed up to her hips and his fingers found the hem of her panties.

"Hmm. Cute." As soon as she opened her mouth, he pressed his lips down on hers hard, rolling them so that he was lying on top of her. He ran a hand down her thigh and pulled her leg around his hips, grinding into her before going back to the task at hand, pushing up his hoodie up her stomach and over her head, leaving her there in the lacy panties and nothing else.


Seven weeks, that's how long it had been since he'd touched her. It felt like years as his calloused hands ran up her sides and over her breasts, before his mouth pulled away from hers and his tongue followed the same path his hands had taken. Asher felt her body shudder as his teeth raked over the scar on her stomach. Her hands ran over his head, before she fisted them in the sheets at the heat of his breath on her leg as his fingers looped in her panties and pulled them down her legs. She had no delusions that he didn't get off on the idea of him being fully clothed while she was underneath him naked and desperate.

"Hap." She groaned when his teeth sank into her thigh and she gripped the sheets tighter as he licked over the bitemark. The things that man could do with his tongue. As if reading her thoughts he put his talents to good use, his tongue driving straight into her centre, making her yelp. Throwing her head back into the pillows she let him do ask he pleased, whimpering when he pulled away before she'd come. "Wha-" Her words were cut off when he thrust two of his fingers deep inside her, lifting her hips off the mattress. "Oh my god."

The serious look on his face told her that it was taking a lot of self control not to just fuck her. He was just as wound up as her.

"I want you, Hap." She gasped and he thrust deeper with his fingers, "Please." He pulled his hand away and Asher quickly reached for his jeans, undoing the buckle and releasing his hard on from the confines of his jeans. She palmed him, wrapping her hand tightly around him and squeezing only to have her hand batted away.

So impatient.

Asher wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and fisted her hands in the fabric of his t-shirt bracing herself for him. And she was glad she did because when he thrusted into her, she was pushed deeper into the mattress. He growled as he pulled out and entered her again, driving deep. She held on for as long as she could, but it didn't take long for him to reduce her to a shaking moaning mess, having to wrap her arms around his neck so that she could stay connected to him as he finished.

"Fuck."

Yeah. She had to smile as the word left his lips in a low growl and she fell flat on the bed, letting him fall on top of her, enjoying the way his weight rested on her before he sat up and pulled off his shirt and finished shucking off his jeans. Asher lifted the covers and crawled under them, waiting for him to join her. Lying there on their backs, his eyes closed, Asher watched his chest rise and fall under tattooed skin before she let herself drift off to sleep again.


It was her stomach that woke her up the next time and she flew from the bed, sliding to her knees and throwing up into the toilet. Holding her hair back she waited until her stomach was settled before flushing and turning around to the shower. It was time she got up anyway, she decided, starting the water and waiting for the hot water to kick in before climbing under the water and letting the water pelt down around her, rinsing and spitting a few times before she started to lather the shampoo through her hair.

When she got out she found Happy walking down the hall in her direction, naked and looking for a shower by the look of it.

"I'll cook you some breakfast." She said as he passed and pressed a kiss to her lips.

"Get cooking woman." He growled, slapping her on the ass as he went.

"Ass!" Asher called after him but smiled and headed towards the kitchen.

When he was showered and back in last nights clothes, Happy sat down at the kitchen bench and watched Asher pour him a mug of coffee and turn back to the stove.

"So you gunna head off?"

"Yeah, got shit to do in Charming today." Asher nodded and turned over the steak in the pan. Having not really eaten for the last few days, there had been no food in the fridge so she'd had to raid the freezer, finding a few ingredients. "I gotta organise a house so you'll 'ave to stay here a few days." She nodded, smiling slightly. "When you get there, don't fuck around in Charming alone aight?"

"Charming's not that big." Asher muttered and heard Happy slam down his coffee mug but she ignored him. This shit wasn't going fly with her. "I can hold my own."

"Look, we got fuckin' white hate prowlin' around town. You're like fuckin' nazi bait." Blonde haired and blue eyed, Asher could understand his concern.

"Okay."

"I'll call you with the details." Sliding some toast, steak and gravy she'd managed to whip up, onto his plate she placed it in front of him. "Come here." He gestured her around with his hand and Asher walked around to his side of the bench, letting him pull her onto his lap like he used to when they were in Seattle. "Eat." He ordered, holding a piece of toast up to her. Rolling her eyes, Asher took it from him and bit into it. "And you're gunna start fuckin' eating again. I ain't fucking a skeleton."

"Nice." She muttered through a mouthful of toast as the cell on the counter buzzed. "Guess that's your cue." She said holding it out to him and he flipped it open and Asher slid off his knee.

"Aight. I'll be there." He hung up after a minute and put the phone down, picking up a piece of toast and putting the empty plate in the sink. "Gotta roll." He said and Asher nodded, following him to the door. "I'll call you." He implored once his boots and cut were on and he was outside.

"Okay." He leant down and pulled her up to meet his lips before he was heading towards his bike again, shoving the piece of toast in his mouth as he put the helmet on his head and started the bike. Asher leant on the doorframe as he rode off back into Tacoma before heading inside. She had a lot of phonecalls to make.


Charming CA
April 2008

"Hi, I'm Asher Hayden." She said to the receptionist at the hospital. "I have an appointment with the Chief of staff."

"Just take a seat." The receptionist said and pointed to the empty waiting area, which was a lot different to the waiting room downstairs. Asher sat down and leant back into the chair. So this was St Thomas', Charmings only hospital, where she'd applied to get a transfer.

After leaving Happy nearly eight weeks ago, she'd forgotten to cancel the applications she'd made to St Thomas' and Sacramento Base. She hadn't really been in the frame of mind to think about where her career was going. But when she'd gone back to Seattle and started organising her move, she'd realised she still had the transfer in motion. So yesterday morning when he'd called and said he had the house under contract, she'd decided she might as well be employed in Charming. It wouldn't take much to quit Seattle. They'd known she was leaving so it was just expected. She was kind of thankful that she'd been so forgetful and not cancelled all the plans she'd made originally.

"Miss Hayden?" A lady in a grey skirt suit stepped out of the office and Asher took a deep breath before walking in.

Half an hour later, Asher had five months permanent work. She'd expressed that she'd have to stop working eventually and had finally had to confess out loud to someone besides Happy or Spanner that she was pregnant. The lady had smiled, congratulated her, asked her where her husband worked where Asher had had to vaguely tell her that he was a travelling salesman, before letting her know that they could work through that after her probation of three months was up.

Walking out of the hospital she felt a bit better. Sarah was meant to be coming out soon, she'd wanted to stay with her parents a bit longer and Asher realised she'd probably have to get her enrolled for the last few months of school otherwise she'd have to repeat.

Shit.

Knowing that Happy was busy and couldn't take her to her new home yet, she decided she might as well organise Sarahs schooling. She was half tempted to let her stay in Seattle in her flat and finish out the year, but Sarah had seemed okay with changing schools even if it was towards the end. It didn't stop Asher feeling incredibly guilty though. Three months was all she had left. That wasn't much time to make lifelong friends, not that Asher had any from highschool. But before that, she actually had to get Sarah into high school. And the best way for her to do that was in person.

She was texting Sarah as she walked down the hallway of Charming High. It had been easier than she'd expected. She reached for the large front door only to have someone open it for her and hold it open.

"Ma'am." Said an older man who had a shaven head and a white short sleeved button up shirt on, his collar exposing a number of nazi paraphernalia.

"Thanks." She said, lowering her gaze and trying not to make too much of an impression. She knew Happy was right. She was nazi bait. She'd proven enough times that men had trouble forgetting her, let alone ones that like blonde hair and blue eyes.

"You have yourself a nice day." She didn't say anything, just kept walking, going halfway around the corner to make sure he wasn't watching her before doubling back to the Camaro when she was sure he was gone.

The ringing of her cell started up before she left and she pressed the call button and held it to her ear as she pulled on her seatbelt.

"Hello?"

"Saw your car in town." Happys gravelly voice said down the line and she smiled.

"Yeah. I'm at the high school."

"Removalists here with all your shit, and your dog." Asher smirked. It had taken a bit of convincing to get the removalist to let Grumpy come down with them, mainly because he was a massive pitbull, but her neighbour Janice had put the dog in the back of the truck and warned them not to open it until either Happy or her met them.

"Whats the address?" She jotted the address down on her hand with a pen from the dash and said goodbye to Happy, hanging up and starting the car.


The scene in front of her when she parked in front of the house was enough to put a smile on her face. There, parked in the driveway was the removalist truck, the door up as two men in overalls stood in front of it, not game enough to move towards the truck where the huge brindle pitbull was guarding all the furniture in the truck, prowling back and forth in front of her belongings. Climbing out of the car Asher walked over, looking around for Happy.

"Hi." She said sweetly and the two men turned to look at her.

"You Miss Hayden?"

"Yeah…sorry about the dog." She said gesturing to Grumpy but not ordering him to heel.

"Your ah…the guy said you were the only one that the dog wouldn't attack." Asher rolled her eyes. That was bullshit. Grumpy adored Happy, hence the name.

"Grumpy." Asher whistled and the dog perked his ears up at her before bounding off the back of the truck, making both men jump out of the way as he trotted over to Asher and sat at her feet. Asher squatted down. She'd missed the huge dog. "Heya boy." She said rubbing his ears before standing back up and walking over to the truck as the men unloaded boxes and she held out her hands to take one only to have it lifted out of her arms before she could even take any of the weight.

"You're in charge of supervising." Happy ordered and Asher stepped back, rolling her eyes.

"Good to see you too." She muttered before walking over to the quaint little house with the front porch that led to a screen door that covered another heavy wooden red door. Pushing it open she looked around. It was small, three bedroom, but there was a large enough kitchen with a counter and room for a table as well as an ensuite in the main bedroom.

"It alright?" Happy walked in, dropping the box on the ground and Asher winced, praying that it hadn't been one with the plates in it.

"It's nice, thanks." He nodded and Grumpy made himself comfortable in the corner of the kitchen near the back door. "Dog likes it."

"Where do you want this?" He asked, gesturing to the box at his feet and Asher pointed to the empty kitchen.

"I'll unpack in there." He nodded and went in, dropping the box again before walking out again. Deciding to make herself busy, Asher ripped open the lid sighing when she saw the plates all wrapped in bubble wrap. She pulled them out and unwrapped them, inspecting them for damage as she went, Happy and the two removalists bringing in boxes to her. It was a lot different to the last time he'd helped her move, when there'd been three Sons to do most of the work. The memory brought back a pang of sadness at the thought of Pete. She didn't even realise she'd stopped moving until she felt a large ringed hand take the glass she'd been unwrapping out of her hand.

"Hey." He pulled her around to face her and his hand was under her chin. "You aight?"

"Sorry, zoned out I guess." She gave him a small smile of reassurance and hoped that he took the hint that she didn't want to talk about it. She saw him take a deep breath before he levelled with her.

"You got a problem, you come to me- got it?" She nodded. It was almost enough to bring up the issue of their status- whether this was an Old Man order or not. But by the serious look on his face she decided against it. She could wait- it wasn't like she was going to have to go to the Clubhouse anytime soon.

"Promise." She said quietly and he nodded.

"Aight. They're bringing the bed in, go tell 'em where you want it." She took the orders without a fight and went over to direct the men who were manoeuvring her bed through the narrow door down the hall.


A few hours later they were finished. Walking out the front door of the house with her cheque book, Asher pulled out a pen to write the payment out when the younger one of the two men shook his head.

"It's been sorted out, darling." Asher rose an eyebrow and smirked.

Fucking typical.

"Thank you." They nodded then left, not saying another word. She wondered just how much money Happy had given them to get in and get out as quickly as possible. Walking back into the house she went to the kitchen where there were still two unopened boxes and opened the one that said 'bedroom' rummaging around in it until she found what she was looking for. Once she had it, she walked down the hall to her bedroom to find the Tacoma Killer stretched out on her bed.

"What'cha got there?" He asked when he saw her.

"This," She held her hands up, "is Eddie." The pig shaped piggy bank she'd had since she was seven was one of the only things she still had from her childhood. "It seems he's back in use." Happy didn't say anything about it just lay his head back down on his folded arms as Asher put the piggy bank on the cupboard that had been moved in. "How long have I got you for?" She asked, crawling up his body and making herself comfortable in his side.

"Gotta get back there tomorrow morning."

"So I take it your going to be living here with me?"

"I'm not fuckin' payin' rent on a house I ain't living in." he growled and Asher smirked.

"Good."


A/N: Well what did you think?