"Get up Lowman, you have a visitor," the guard called through the cell bars. Happy titled his head to the side, looking at the guard from his bed. Who would be visiting him? Hell, he had sent a form to his aunt to fill out just in case and hadn't really looked at it thoroughly, just went through the motions. But his aunt should know from experience not to visit. If Chibs or Opie came, they talked to Jax or Clay.

"Move it Lowman or we'll send her home."

That got Happy up. Why would his aunt visit him, did something happen to his ma? Happy racked his brain as he went through the cuffing process before being led out into the visiting area.

It took a moment for his eyes to zero in on her in the crowded space, and he was sure his jaw dropped as he struggled to process the young woman waiting for him. Although he hadn't seen her in years, he would know her anywhere. The guard led him to a table before calling out,

"Ms. Morgan, over here." The young woman smiled and came to the table. She hesitated briefly before sitting, folding her hands in front of her.

"You have 30 minutes," the guard said before backing up to the wall.

Happy stared, waiting for the woman to speak. Watching her gather herself, Happy really looked at her. Her long brown hair tickled the curve of her chest and was lightened with caramel highlights. Her blue eyes still had the innocence and intelligence he remembered. Even though he could only see half of her body, her petite frame held a slight curve to it, no longer just skinny but he still wouldn't put her over 5'1. Time had been good to her, she was a beautiful woman.

"Hi Happy," she finally said gently with a small smile. He cocked his head with a scowl.

"Haven, what the hell are you doing here? How the hell are you even here?" he asked, getting to the point. He watched Haven shrug unfazed by his bluntness.

"I was in the neighborhood," she said with heavy sarcasm. Happy saw her cross her legs as he continued to scowl, at least his ma was ok. If she wasn't, Haven would tell him right away.

"Your tia put me down instead of her on the form, just in case, she said. You must not have paid too much attention to what you were doing or reading. Don't be mad at her!" Haven said, seeing the anger form in Happy's eyes. He huffed but didn't say anything.

"I actually have a question for you." Happy nodded, wondering what question would necessitate her being there in person. "Can I rent your house?" she asked, tapping her fingers on the table. Happy was not expecting that.

"What?" he asked, not sure he heard her right. He was still processing her being there and missing that information in the form. Since when did he miss things like that?

"Can I rent your house? It isn't like you're using it right now."

"No shit. Why do you need to rent it?"

"I need a place to live," Haven replied, her voice slightly exasperated as she cast an eye around the room.

"I thought you were living out east in Baltimore- Johns Hopkins, right?"

"Not anymore," Haven replied crisply, her mouth going into a thin line, her voice hardening. Happy reached out, the fingers that had been tapping finally getting on his nerves, and grabbed her hands. She squeezed, giving him the sweet smile he remembered.

"Out east, just didn't fit. Baltimore is a nice town and all, but it was never home," Haven paused, her eyes dropping as she sucked in her lower lip. "I needed to come home," Haven nearly whispered. Happy tightened his grip on her hands, sensing something else.

"Haven Magdalene, who hurt you?" he rasped, anger creeping into his voice. Haven's head shot up from watching their hands; he only used her middle name when he was in his 'someone hurt my girl, I'm gonna kill them' mood.

She slowly nodded. She had never been able to lie to him. Happy grimaced and fury turned his eyes near black. Haven could see his whole body go rigid. His protectiveness over the young woman was possessive, and dangerous. She squeezed his hands again before speaking.

"It wasn't a guy Happy. It was another woman. Vicious bitch really," Happy's mouth opened in surprise. "Not like that! I was working on a project with her, new process in gene therapy, and she was constantly trying to steal my work. I brought it to the team lead and he kicked her off the project. She went a little crazy," Haven explained.

Happy cocked an eyebrow, silently asking for the whole story. "She came to my apartment, I happened to be out," Haven quickly said seeing the fury back in Happy's eyes, "and broke in and trashed it."

"Fucking gash..." Happy started. At least it wasn't a guy who had tried something with her, he didn't know if he could handle knowing that and be locked up.

"Yeah, called the police. Long story short, she was arrested for breaking and entering and vandalism plus was slapped with a restraining order. Loosen up bear," Haven finished the story shaking their hands with her old nickname for Happy.

Happy loosened his grip but held onto her hands, rubbing circles on the back of them with his thumbs. Part of him couldn't believe that she was here nor the reason why, if he let her go he might wake up and realize it was a dream.

"Why Charming?" he asked, continuing to watch her, his rage still simmering.

"Well, I took a teaching job at the high school," Happy gave her the 'are you stupid' look. "Don't give me that look. I needed a different challenge and I can still do my own work on the side."

"Haven..." he started but was interrupted.

"5 minutes Lowman," the guard called. Happy growled in frustration.

"Look, we can talk about it more on my next visit. Can I please rent your house?" Haven asked.

"Yeah, rent is what the mortgage is," Happy was thinking logistics quickly, still not sure if he was ok with this. But he had promised to take care of her years ago.

"Go to Teller-Morrow Automotive and ask for Opie. He can get you a key. We will talk about this Haven," his tone brokered no argument. Haven's visit had thrown Happy for all kinds of loops but one thing he did know.

"It's good to see you shorty," he rasped. Haven smiled. Coming from Happy, it was almost an 'I love you'.

"You too, bear. Please be safe and smart," she said. Happy looked at Haven again. Her eyes held all her feelings and Happy could read every one- concern, fear, and affection. He nodded and stood.

"Can I hug you or is that against the rules?" Haven whispered.

Happy smirked. She remembered him being in jail, but was never allowed to visit when she was younger. "Sorry," he replied as the guard came over. Haven pouted and crossed her arms, he tried not to notice that it pushed her breasts up. "See you, be good."

"You too," Haven said and turned, following the direction of the guard back out into the real world.

When Happy got back to his cell, Tig pounced on him. Happy had never had a visitor in the four months they had been inside, and now a woman shows up for him? There was a story there that needed to be told. "Who came to see you?" he asked, rubbing his hands together.

"None of your business," Happy snapped, his mind returning to the visit. Part of the rage he felt was that she had been in trouble and not being around to protect her. He knew when she moved this might happen; it was not doing him any good that it had happened as well as not telling him until now. Turning, he punched the wall and climbed up his bunk. Tig just watched him.

"Same person who sends you letters?" Tig pressed. Happy glared at the man who just grinned.

"None of your business," Happy repeated with a deadly glare. His ma sent him letters and the ones that Haven sent to the house for him came with those.

He knew he would need to make a phone call as soon as possible to Opie. He should have asked Haven how soon she was moving. Growling in frustration, he turned his back to Tig to wait for yard time and access time to the phone.

When the TM office phone rang, Opie was not expecting Happy's deep gravel voice to be on the other line. "What's up brother?" he asked, confused.

"Need a favor. There will be a woman named Haven Morgan coming to T-M, don't know when. She needs the key to my house. Give it to her, she is renting from me, along with all the info on the utilities and shit," Happy explained. Opie shook his head.

"You serious Hap? Who is she?" Opie asked completely thrown by what Happy just told him. Happy ran his hand over his head and looked at the line of men waiting to use the phone.

"Dead serious Ope. She's..." Hap hesitated a moment. How did he explain Haven in a minute? How do you explain someone you knew for their whole life who just came to see you in prison after not seeing them for years? "She's from the neighborhood I grew up in, looked after her. She's moving to Charming and needs a place."

"Ok. I'll watch for her. Need us to do anything else?" Ope asked. He could tell by his tone, and amount of words, that this girl meant a lot to Happy and he would be furious if something happened to her.

"She should be fine, just help her move and shit. Watch out for her," Happy replied. He was on edge with what she told him. With him being able to do nothing, his brothers watching her were the next best thing.

"Got it," Opie replied. Looking out to the lot, he wondered if the woman would come tonight.

"Thanks brother," Happy ended the call. Opie rubbed his beard in thought as Chibs came in the office.

"Everything ok?" he asked, plopping on the couch. They were still working things out on getting the club on track with their new supply and the Russians. With Jax getting shanked his first week inside, it never hurt to be cautious and cautious was exhausting. Opie nodded.

"That was Happy. Called to say a woman name Haven Morgan is coming by for the key to his house and wants us to keep an eye on her. Didn't get anything else. Is it weird that we get this call four months into them being inside?" Opie asked rubbing his beard again.

"Aye, timing is weird. Perhaps he didn't know, but you know Happy. The man is beyond private about parts of his life outside the club," Chibs replied. It was odd, but not threatening if Happy trusted the woman. They would check her out anyways, it never hurt being extra careful with women.

Both looked toward the door when they heard footsteps. Standing in the doorway was a petite brunette in black skinny jeans, ankle boots, and grey v-neck t-shirt. The glasses she wore were black framed and gave her a studious look that enhanced her beauty instead of hiding it. She wore no jewelry, besides her watch, and the barest hint of make-up. She smiled at the men nervously, twisting her fingers.

Haven had opted for her glasses this evening, her contacts bothering her with the change in weather. She thought they made her look younger than she was. Seeing the men in the office staring at her made her more nervous than the guards at Stockton. Clearing her throat, she asked,

"Are one of you Opie? I'm supposed to talk to Opie," her voice hid her nerves and the men smiled. Well, this was not what they expected.

"I'm Opie, this is Chibs, can we see an i.d.?" Opie said, motioning to the Scot as he checked the woman out. She was a lot younger than he expected. She barely looked over 21. Happy said she grew up in his neighborhood, he thought she would be older.

"I'm Dr. Haven Morgan. I'm a friend of Happy's," she reached in her back pocket pulling out her wallet to hand it to Opie. Opie took it, checking it as she turned to Chibs extending her hand.

"Ya look a little on the young side to be a doctor," Chibs said taking her hand. She couldn't be as old as Tara and Tara was on the young side for a surgeon.

"Oh, I'm not that kind of doctor, although I wouldn't need much to finish for my MD. PhD' in biochemistry with an emphasis on genetics. And a Masters in Biology I just completed," Haven replied, wondering why she had introduced herself with her title. Maybe she wanted to impress these men, show them they had nothing to worry about. Both men raised their eyebrows as Opie handed back her license.

"A Phd. and a Masters? Are you a genius or somethin'?" Opie asked. This girl was so far from what he was expecting that he was having trouble picturing Happy as someone who she spent time with.

"Yes. I have an IQ of 190, an eidetic memory and can read 15,000 words a minute. Although true intelligence is hard to quantify. There are people who are street smart who wouldn't score higher than 100 on the IQ scale. Besides those we consider gifted in music or those who have something like Autism but can comprehend and work complex mathematical equations..." Haven stopped at the looks the men were giving her. "I'm sorry. I'm rambling. I was hoping to get the key and directions to Happy's house. I'm really tired," she finished, tucking her hair behind her ears. Opie and Chibs just stared at her. Opie broke the silence first.

"Yeah...you are not who we expected...shit. The key is in the clubhouse and Chibs can take you. I gotta get back to Lyla and the kids," he said moving toward the door.

Haven moved so she could follow the men. Chibs watched the girl as they went into the clubhouse. He watched her survey the room but make no move to engage with anyone. She simply stood with her hands in front of her by the bar. He was trying to figure her out, but she was so unlike the women he normally spent time with, he was drawing a blank.

"So, lass...how do ya know Happy?" Chibs was dying to know. Although quite the girl was beautiful and so far opposite Happy, he was wondering if Happy took care of a problem for her or something.

"I've known Happy my whole life. My family lived next to his," Haven replied. When she didn't continue, Chibs tried a different question.

"What are you doing in Charming?" he asked.

"Job offer. I am going to be teaching chemistry and biology at the high school," Chibs stared at her.

"Don't ya think you're a little overqualified?"

Haven shrugged her shoulders. She knew she was, that she could be making a massive amount of money in the private sector. But money had never interested her. Challenges did and teaching would be a challenge.

"Don't you think kids deserve to be taught by someone who knows their stuff and can tell them how things like chemistry and biology can be applied in the real world? Don't they deserve to be taught by someone who is passionate about what they find interesting and challenging?" she fired back in a hard tone. The glare she sent him reminded Chibs of Happy when he got pissed when people asked him too many questions.

"Aye they do," Chibs looked around wondering what was taking Opie so long. Haven crossed her arms, feeling bad she got heated with the man. He was only curious and these were Happy's friends, it would do her no good to piss them off.

"I'm sorry. It's been a long day. I'm a little out of my comfort zone here. I appreciate you guys doing this. Thank you," Haven said, her voice returning to its normal sweetness and gentleness. Chibs nodded giving her a crooked smile.

"It's ok darlin'. You weren't what we were expectin'. Hap threw us for a loop," Haven laughed at that.

"He does that," she replied smiling back at Chibs. Chibs was about to reply when Opie came back with the key along with a couple of folders.

"Here you go. Hope you get settled," Opie said handing the folders over. Haven surprised him by giving him a brief hug after giving the folders a quick look.

"Thank you, Opie. I know this was unexpected and you guys don't know me, but I'm really appreciative," she said, looking between the two. Opie nodded and headed out.

"Ready darlin'?" Chibs asked. Haven nodded ready to find a bed, she was exhausted.

The ride to Happy's wasn't long, Charming was far smaller than where Haven was used to living. Haven smiled seeing Happy's house. It was a ranch style one story that had a porch. The backyard looked fenced in and the garage was a three door. Somehow, she knew his house would have a porch. Perfect reading spot for later she thought, getting out of her car. Chibs helped her with her bags holding the door open for her.

Going into the house, Haven appreciated the large open floor plan. What could be an office, but was currently empty was to her right. To her left was a dining area that flowed into a kitchen/living area. She saw a nook in the back that led out to the backyard. Moving further into the house she saw where the mudroom with washer and dryer were. To her right was a hallway with five doors. Going down the hall was one bathroom on the left and a small bedroom. Across the hall was another bedroom. One door was a nice size storage closet. The final room was the master that had a good sized bathroom attached to it.

Chibs had watched her move through the house. She seemed to glide and be very comfortable in the neat space. Happy had a few decorations and his furniture was of the comfortable yet functional variety. She returned to where Chibs was on the couch.

"Thanks for escorting me Chibs. Here's my number. I plan on just hanging out the next couple of days and settling in," Chibs stood taking the card she handed him.

"You let us know if you need anything ok?" Haven nodded.

"Then can I get a number or two?" she asked. Chibs smiled and reached out his hand. It took Haven a moment to realize he was asking for her phone. She handed it over and he programmed a few numbers in.

"There ya go hun'. My number, Opie's, and T-M's. Should be all you need. Lock up and have a good night," he said. Haven nodded reaching her arms around his neck.

Chibs embraced her back, having to bend down to do so. She felt tiny in his arms. He realized he could easily pick her up as he took in her smell of fresh citrus; she reminded him of his own daughter, Kerrianne. He didn't know what she was exactly to Happy, but knew his brother's possessive nature over what he considered his. And with this girl, Chibs could understand. She seemed innocent, almost delicate.

"Thank you again," Haven said into his shoulder. Chibs gave her a squeeze before releasing her, glad her nerves were gone around him.

"No problem love," he said with a wink and walked out the door. Haven sighed falling into the couch.

She thought over her day. It went better than she had hoped and she hoped things would continue in that direction. Getting up, she locked the door taking a last walk around the house before heading into the guest bedroom to get ready for bed.