Hey all, sorry for the delay to update. I've been having a lot of really bad health issues lately so I've been getting multiple rounds of diagnostic testing. Its been quite the experience getting medical care in a foreign country so I've been distracted and busy and kind of let this story fall to the wayside. However, people seem to still really be enjoying this story so do not fear, it is far from given-up-on. All of you owe a big thank you to LilyEve13 for sending sweet encouraging PMs to remind me that I need to update. :D
As per usual, I do not own any characters from Sons of Anarchy. I own Sara and any other original characters.
November 2007
Sara heard a few whistles from the guys when Happy pulled onto the lot to drop her at her car.
"Great." She grumbled handing him the helmet. He gave her an amused look as he climbed off his bike.
"Not like they didn't know I fucked you before." He pointed out gruffly and she glared at him.
"We didn't sleep together last night though." She pointed out, watching him remove his helmet.
"Not for a lack of want." He shot back and she sucked her teeth in response, knowing he very easily could have fucked her in her vulnerable state. She probably would have begged for it.
"Thanks again." She responded awkwardly and he nodded simply in response.
"Yeah well necrophilia is more Tig's thing anyway." He dismissed as she walked barefoot towards her car. The hot California sun had already baked the asphalt and she cringed as it stung the bottoms of her feet. She opened the door and tossed her clothes to the passenger side before turning to face him.
"Well…" She stated, not sure where to go with it.
"Get home safe." He finished for her and she nodded with a small smile. She climbed in her car and buckled the seat belt, reaching for the door.
"Feel better." He added and closed the door for her, immediately feeling like a fucking idiot. What the fuck what he doing? He watched as she pulled off the lot and made his way towards the clubhouse.
"I have no idea what a beautiful woman like that sees in you." Tig joked as he approached, his face slightly bruised from fighting in the ring the night before.
"Same thing your mom sees... A big brown dick." He joked back, relieved to be in familiar territory. He was able to push the foreign emotions from his mind as the guys teased him mercilessly about Sara.
"So what? You guys like a thing now?" Bobby asked, handing out muffins. Happy took a muffin and shrugged.
"We fucked a few times. Don't mean we're going steady." He shot back.
"Going steady? Jesus, how old are you?" Jax asked with a laugh. Happy glared at him and gave him the finger.
"I'm gonna head down to Bakersfield if that cool." He asked Jax, making sure he wasn't needed for anything.
"Gonna tell your mom about your new girlfriend?" Jax teased with a chuckle but nodded giving his permission.
"New being the operative word. Girl looks like she's barely legal." Bobby ribbed.
"She's twenty-two." Happy defended with a smug smile and shrugged as the guys cackled around him. He excused himself shortly after finishing his muffin to head down to visit his mother.
Sara spent the rest of the day sleeping off the rest of her hangover and thinking heavily on her options. She didn't know when Clay would be telling Jason but she knew it wasn't going to be pretty.
Soon she would need to talk with Bobby about the fate of the girls. Inside, she knew they would end up closing that as well. While it had been lucrative, without the SAMDINO club around to run defense, it wouldn't make sense to keep it open that far away since they saw they fair share of attempted robberies and johns trying to beat on the girls.
With a frustrated sigh she rolled over and checked her phone. There were a few texts from friends down in Berdoo but nothing of interest.
She had told Hap she would only stick around until the club decided what to do with the girls but the thought of going back to her old life made her stomach roll. He was right when he speculated that running a brothel wasn't her dream but she never really had a choice in the matter. Was she supposed to stick around in San Bernardino when the rest of her family went off to join other charters?
The thought of staying there by herself made her cringe. She had never been on her own before. Even now she shared an apartment with her brother, having moved in after Ryan's arrest.
But wouldn't she be alone if she stayed in Charming too? Her thoughts drifted to Hap. She knew he wanted to keep things casual and technically he was Tacoma so he could get called back at any moment, so she tried not to let him factor into her options. He had, however, been the one pushing the hardest to get her to stay. She tried not to read into it.
She had Juice and Half-Sack, both of which she considered friends, and Clay and Gemma had been welcoming. The 909 was a trashy area at best, maybe even a little ghetto compared to whitebread Charming. There was a certain comfort in knowing that she wasn't going to be mugged walking on the street or not hearing gunshot every single night. But Charming was so small compared to her city. Could she really get used to the little town life?
With a sigh she dragged herself out of bed and into the shower, to clean off the residue and shame from the night before. After she finished, she was scrolling through her phone—desperately trying not to text Happy— when she heard the front door slam closed and stomping about.
"I can't believe that stupid bitch is back!" Gemma's voice carried through the house causing Sara to emerge from her room with wet hair.
"What's going on?" Sara asked watching Gemma pace about the room as Clay set down his kutte and wallet.
"Wendy's back." Clay huffed with a shrug. "It's Jax's business, Gem." He stated turning to his wife.
"Listen, that little whore wife of his left him for a fix. Now she thinks she can come in here and reconcile like nothing happened?" Gemma ranted. Sara watched with a crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.
"Is she clean?" Sara asked rationally and Gemma scoffed.
"For now… I have no doubt that junkie bitch will end up dead in a ditch some day with needle hanging out of her arm."
"You gonna be the one to put her there?" Clay joked and Gemma glared at him. Sara didn't miss the fierceness in Gemma's eyes. Whoa. Talk about a mama bear. Clay raised his hands in amused surrender and wandered off to their room.
"You okay, Gem?" Sara asked after a moment. Gemma sighed and leaned on the counter.
"Yeah, baby. I just worry about my boy... I swear he was the worst taste."
"I can relate. Must have to do with growing up in the club." Sara joked.
"About that… I hear a certain killer rolled up with you in his clothes this morning. Have a good night?" Gemma probed with a raised brow. Sara shook her head and Gemma gave her a skeptical look.
"Nothing happened… I swear! Look, I was super drunk and freaking out about the club stuff and he got me out of there before I made a scene. Then he had to drop me off at my car this morning. I was hoping everyone would still be nursing their hangovers but apparently… not so much." She finished with an eye roll.
"You know, I don't know if he's ever brought a girl back to his place." Sara gave Gemma a confused look and the matriarch elaborated, "He normally just fucks 'em in the bathroom." Sara scoffed in response.
"I believe it."
"He must like you." Gemma gossiped with a smirk.
"Don't. Don't you get started on this... It's just casual between us, nothing more." Sara warned. Gemma made a sound of disagreement.
"I'm serious! I'm pretty sure he doesn't even like me that much, he just thinks I'm hot."
"He doesn't like anyone." Gemma pointed out and Sara rolled her eyes in distress. "It was bound to happen. You two were either going to kill each other or fuck each other. Too much tension."
"Oh my god, Gemma. Stop!"
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing. It could even be a good thing. Listen baby, you need to get back on the horse and mend that broken heart of yours, and while he's certainly an interesting choice, you do what you need to do. If he makes it better, then do it and don't look back." Gemma advised before heading off to her bedroom. Sara stood in the kitchen for a while deep in thought before returning to her room to grab her phone and flop onto her bed.
Hey. Thanks again. There. Sent. She chewed her lip nervously waiting for a response. She flicked on the TV absently to distract herself. PING!
Sure. That's it? Frustrated she tossed her phone back on the bed and turned her attention back to the TV, foot tapping. PING!
How u feeling
Better. Napped most of the day.
Gotta learn ur limit girl
You said that earlier
Still true
What're you up to?
Club shit
U
Gotcha. Nothing much. Watching TV. Bored.
What time are you going to be back?
Late
Why
Just wondering
Wanted to see if I could make up 4 being a total mess last night.
Cant tonight
Ok. Maybe some other time?
Sure
"Dude that definitely means she wants your dick." Half Sack stated from his position in the half dug grave in the woods. Happy had been ordered back from Bakersfield a few hours after getting there to come deal with some shit. Naturally that meant bossing around the kid and making him do all the heavy lifting. Hey, if the kid wanted in, he had to pay his dues.
"Keep digging." Tig ordered before turning to Happy, who was seated on a log. "But he's right. She wants go to pound town in the fuck truck." Half Sack laughed from the hole as he shoveled mumbling about how weird Tig was. Happy grunted in response, his phone open in his gloved hands.
"You like this broad?" Tig asked and Happy bristled.
"She's an annoying little bitch." Happy responded and Tig snorted.
"So's my ex-wife. Doesn't mean I didn't like her. At some point. Before she got fat." Tig reflected.
"Not helpful." Happy shot back gruffly.
"I'm just saying it's okay to have feelings for her, brother. She's a good girl." Tig said with a shrug. "Smokin' hot too." He added with glee. "Come on, you gotta give me something—Anything!" Tig begged and Happy smirked. "She a freak? She like it up the ass? Girl looks like she could take a dick any where you wanted to put it." Tig pressed and Happy shook his head.
"Not telling you nothing." Happy stated firmly.
"You know, I respect that." Half Sack stated from the hole, leaning on the shovel. "A lot of guys would brag about it."
"DIG!" Happy and Tig shouted simultaneously.
Sara woke to the sound of her phone pinging.
U awake
I am now. What's up?
Nothing just seeing what ur up to
I'm in bed
Wanna be in bed here Looks like he changed his mind.
Its 3am.
So no? She sighed and rested her head back on the pillow debating her options. Her exhaustion won out.
Some other time. I'm exhausted and shouldn't drive.
I could come get u
I'd fall off your bike.
If u didnt last night you wont 2nite
Sry. I'm too tired for anything anyway
Fair enough She sighed in annoyance with herself
Why don't you tell me what you'd do to me if I was there?
U could just come and find out
That's no fun
U know what would happen
Tell me
Id fuck u like you deserve
And how's that?
Like a bitch She laughed quietly at his response. So sexting wasn't his forte.
You should come over
You sure are persistent
That a yes?
No but good try
I'm falling asleep so I'm gonna go
Good night Happy
Happy sighed and set his phone down, feeling like an idiot. He knew it had been a slim chance to begin with but he couldn't help the disappointment swelling in his chest.
This girl was really starting to get to him. He didn't text. He wasn't some high school boy.
Author Note: Kind of filler but hopefully will tide you over until I can reread my pre-written chapters and proofread them. I'll be away on holiday for the next four days to India. Hope all is well with you guys; I love hearing from you so please review! Thank you _3