November 2007

Sara was in the kitchen making breakfast when her brother wandered in sleepily. He was shirtless and she noticed that he had gotten some new tattoos while she was gone. He hadn't mentioned that. They used to tell each other everything. Had they really drifted that much in the last few months?

He fumbled with a mug and the coffee machine a few moments before slumping onto one of the stools at the breakfast bar.

"Long night?" She asked lightly, stirring the eggs in the pan, knowing full-well that he had been at a clubhouse party until the early hours of the morning. He grumbled some response and she smiled to herself at his reaction. Neither of the Harris children were morning people—especially hungover.

She plated some of the eggs and tossed a piece of toast on the plate before setting it before her brother and plating her own food. She took a seat beside him. They ate in relative silence and she could tell that eating was waking him up some as he made small talk. Finally she took a deep breath and asked the question that had been on her mind for the last few days.

"So what's your plan, Jase?" She asked, studying him closely. He paused mid-sip of coffee before slowly lowering his mug.

"What do you mean?" He questioned, clearly dodging the question. She gave him a pointed look and he rolled his blue eyes.

"Once everything here is tied up, where are you going to go?" She clarified.

"Where am I going to go? Or where are we going to go?" He shot back.

"You know I haven't decided what I'm doing."

"God, Sare. What is it about this shitty little town that's got you so hung up?" He asked in annoyance.

"I don't just mean Charming, Jason. I mean I might stay here, I might move somewhere else completely. I don't know yet."

"And somehow I'm supposed to know what I'm doing? Real hypocritical, Sara." He grumbled.

"Stop being a jerk. I know you have an idea at least about what you are going to do. Can't we just talk about this like rational adults? We never talk anymore. I have no idea what's going on in your head." She probed, her patience running thin. He huffed as his thumb traced the edge of the mug. They sat in silence for a moment. Sara knew if she just gave him some time to gather his thoughts he would let her in.

"I'm thinking Reno." He finally answered, not meeting her eyes. If he had, he would have seen surprise. She was sure he would at least stay in California. Jason was a Cali boy through-and-through.

"Okay." She said slowly, wrapping her brain around the idea that her brother might leave the state.

"I want you to come with me." He added after a moment, eyes finally meeting hers.

"Jason… What am I going to do in Nevada?" She asked feeling lost at the mere thought.

"Prostitution is legal there so me and the guys were thinking about setting up another house, if it's cool with the Reno guys. They already have a hand in that business so we have a lot we could bring to the table." He responded with a hopeful look and her stomach sank.

"I'm not running another brothel for you guys." She answered with finality, a burning anger bubbling in her stomach. "You guys need to find someone else."

"Sara-" He started.

"No, Jason! I'm done with that." She wasn't sure where all of her rage was suddenly coming from. "I have a goddamn college degree, and I'd really like to use it for once. So you guys can go to Reno and run girls, but I'm out." He looked at her like she had grown another head.

"What the hell, Sara? It's never been an issue before."

"Yes it was! It was an issue, and I guess it's my own damn fault for never saying anything."

"Well, I think you are being a little selfish right now. This is your family asking you for help, and we help family. You know that." He pointed out and she groaned loudly in frustration, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes as she formed her thoughts. She heard the shrill ring of her phone but she couldn't bring herself to lower her hands. She was absolutely reeling at the prospect of having to start and run another brothel. It had been a pain in the ass the first time around.

"What the fuck?" Jason hissed. She removed her hands and saw him holding her phone as it rang. She leaned over and one look at the screen made her blood run cold.

"Shit…" She groaned, trying to snatch her phone from his grip. The screen was lit up with the picture she had taken a two weeks prior of herself and Happy in bed, his name flashing across the top of the screen as it rang.

Happy tapped his foot while the phone rang. His bag was packed and he was ready to head out, he just needed to know if he needed to head South to SB to escort Sara to Charming or if he was heading North to Tacoma. They needed an extra body to help with a gun shipment and it had been a while since he had touched base with his main charter. Stopping to get Sara would add an extra day delay to him getting to Washington, and Lee was waiting to hear what the plan was. He hadn't given too much detail to his Prez about helping Sara, simply glazing over it as a favor for SAMCRO and the president had accepted his reasoning.

The call connected and he opened his mouth to speak but paused when he heard a scuffle on the other end and Sara's muffled voice in the background, "Jason, give me my phone!" followed by a masculine "Shut the fuck up, Sare" which he could only presume was her brother.

"Hello?" Happy gruffly asked when he heard breathing on the other end.

"The fuck do you think you are?" Jason asked harshly and Happy took a deep breath, knowing immediately what this was about. He had no fucking clue how Jason found out, but the man knew that Hap was fucking his sister.

"Hello? I'm fucking talk to you." Jason spat into the line. "Are you fucking my sister?"

"That's between me and her." Happy rasped, trying to be calm about the whole thing. He couldn't blame the guy; no man was particularly keen on Happy being the guy fucking their sister.

"Fuck you, you piece of shit. I welcomed you into my home. You fuck her under my roof?" Happy distantly could hear Sara begging Jason to stop and give her phone back. Happy bit back some cocky retort about having, in fact, fucked her multiple times under his roof. This wasn't some pissing contest, this was her family.

"Listen, man, I can come down there if you want to settle this with fists but what happens between me and your sister is our business regardless of that outcome." Happy offered gruffly, knowing on instinct alone that he would beat the shit out of the younger man if it came to blows.

"That's where you are wrong. There ain't nothing going on with you and my sister anymore. You can go fuck yourself."

"Watch your mouth, kid." Happy responded darkly, a threat lacing the edges of his voice. "Put Sara on the phone."

"Don't tell me what t—"

"Not asking." Happy growled. "I can either talk to her on the phone, or I can drive down there and talk to her in person." Jason mumbled something that Hap didn't catch before hearing the phone switch hands.

"Hap?" She asked tentatively.

"You okay, little girl?"

"Yea… just feeling stupid." She breathed quietly and he could hear her moving before hearing a door close quietly. She must have gone in her room.

"How'd he find out?" Hap asked curious.

"You called. Remember when I took that picture a couple weeks ago? I set it as your call picture."

"Fucking Christ, Sare." He breathed, staring skyward.

"I know, I know. It was stupid. I wasn't thinking." She apologized, her voice cracking.

"It ain't a big deal." He responded, shrugging off her brother's disapproval; wasn't the first angry brother who had threatened him to defend a sister's honor.

"He wants me to go to Reno with him." She stated quietly. Happy froze in his tracks. Nevada? He did some quick math in his head on how far away Reno was. Happy rarely ever went through their neck of the woods. Sometimes if they were running guns South and were low on guys, he would go on a protection run but those were few and far between.

"You going then?" He asked, kicking a rock.

"I… I don't know. I wasn't going to, but now that he knows about us he is furious and it might just be easier to go to Reno than have him be furious." She sighed. Happy scoffed.

"He's a grown man. He can handle his shit without his sister. If he can't, he shouldn't be wearing that kutte." Happy reasoned, trying keep his voice level. He didn't want to make it seem like he needed her to stay in California and he certainly wasn't going to come off as desperate.

"I just… I don't know what to do." She answered hopelessly. Happy made a hum of acknowledgement.

"You want me to come down and deal with your brother?" He offered.

"You mean like kill him?" She asked, alarmed. He barked out a laugh.

"Wasn't going to, but if you want me to I can manage it. I was just gonna put him in his place."

"He's just running his mouth at me." She dismissed.

"Maybe so, but he's disrespecting the shit outta me in the process."

"He outranks you." She pointed out.

"For what? Like a week more? I got more years in the club than him and I got SAMTAC and SAMCRO backing me." He shot back. It was her turn to hum in response.

"No I think I can handle it." She stated with a dramatic sigh. "Thank you though." She added.

"So what are you going to do?" He asked, chewing his lip absently.

"I don't know. I guess I'll let him cool off and try to reason with him and see where shit falls. You should head back to Charming."

"Tacoma." He corrected.

"What?" He heard the confusion in her voice.

"I'm heading to Tacoma for a while. Gotta take care of some shit up there." He clarified.

"Oh… okay." She responded awkwardly, shaken by the reminder he wasn't SAMCRO.

"Call Juice if you need someone for help." He offered. "Aight girl, I gotta hit the road. You gonna be okay there?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Let me know when you get to Tacoma?"

"Sure." He rasped not likely the sudden itching beneath his skin at the domestic request. It didn't mean anything. They were… friends. Friends checked in with each other like that, right?

"Sorry for stirring shit up."

"'Sfine. Later." He hung up after she said goodbye and headed back into his ma's house to get his bag and hit the road. Part of him was relieved that her brother knew, it wasn't like he was embarrassed and he didn't like sneaking around. That being said, he also didn't like people sticking their noses in his business and he was sure all of SAMDINO would know by the end of the day. It wasn't like Sara was his Old Lady. It was just casual.

Sara emerged from her bedroom after ending the phone call and found Jason sitting on the couch with a beer. She glanced at the clock but didn't dare say anything about the early time of day. She had thrown him for a loop. The man deserved a drink. She nervously sat in the recliner near him.

"How long you been fucking him?" Jason asked quietly. She shrugged, uncomfortable talking about her sex life with her brother.

"Couple weeks. A little after I got to Charming I guess." She answered candidly. She owed him the truth. He was just trying to be a big brother and look out for her.

"I fucking asked you if you were fucking anyone when I came up there."

"No, you asked if I was fucking the Prospects. He's a member." She answered with a small cough to hide her grin. Jason rolled his eyes and mumbled something about 'fucking semantics'.

"What about Ryan?"

"What about Ryan?" She snapped harshly, hating that he was throwing her fiancé in her face. "He ended things with me, not the other way around. Am I just supposed to sit around and be a spinster for the rest of my days?"

"No but you could at least show a little goddamn respect and act like you took some time before jumping into bed with the next enforcer that showed you any attention."

"Fuck you." She snapped with an eye roll. "I don't have a thing for enforcers."

"Bullshit. You're a danger-whore and you know it. You've always been into the baddest guy on the block, don't even fucking deny it." Jason argued and Sara sighed, picking at her nails. He wasn't wrong, as much as she wanted him to be.

"How's he feel about fucking someone's Old Lady?" Jason asked bluntly.

"I'm not an Old Lady." She corrected.

"You've still got the ink; still counts in my book."

"Well, I've never asked him, and it's never come up." She huffed in exasperation.

"You guys serious?"

"No." She scoffed. "We are just having fun."

"He why you want to go back to Charming?"

"No. He's SAMTAC." She clarified and Jason rolled his eyes at the obvious statement.

"Yes I know, but he spends a lot of time in Charming." Jason retorted, seeing straight through her dodge.

"He does. But no, he's not the reason I like Charming. I just like Charming. I like the club there, and I like the people and the town. I don't know… it feels like it could be home."

"You have a home."

"Yea, and you're leaving so what's the point." She responded rationally.

He huffed and they sat in silence for a moment.

"I don't like him."

"That's fine. Neither do I sometimes." Sara joked, trying to lighten the mood. Jason shot her a sour look. "Look, you don't have to like him; most people don't... It's not like we are engaged or anything. We are just messing around."

"How old is he?" Jason asked curious. A small blush crept up her cheeks.

"Thirty-six."

"Christ, Sara. You really have a type, don't you?" He answered wryly, running a hand over his face. She felt her brother studying her for a moment as she chewed on her nails.

"He make you happy?" He finally asked. She paused before shrugging.

"He doesn't make me unhappy. I mean I like spending time with him. I think he's at least good for me for right now. He… pushes me to be stronger; make decisions for myself; live my life and all that… shit." She answered quietly. "Look, he's not Ryan. I know that; I'm not trying to replace him. But Hap helps me forget that my life fell apart around me. He helps me feel alive again." Her brother watched her with kind eyes, knowing how hard the last year had been for her. She had lost nearly everything and still was making sacrifices on behalf of the club. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was her.

"You love him?" Jason asked warily and Sara snorted and rolled her eyes.

"No. No way. We are just friends. Some days we aren't even that. I annoy the shit out of him and he's so fucking frustrating." Jason nodded silently, absorbing all of the information his sister was giving him.

"You know I just want you to be happy, right?" He added absently, taking a long drink from his beer. She nodded in acknowledgement. A small gasp escaped her lips at his next words.

"You should move to Charming."

A/N: Gasp! Two updates in one day, and Jason telling her to move to Charming. Thoughts? Feelings?