I don't own the SOA cast. Sadly. All I own are my own characters, Esther, Everett and Jack. I don't own Simply Red either, and Happy still doesn't care to know the correct name of the singer. I don't own Dr Phil, Tony Robbins, I really don't own much at all...

Happy knew she wouldn't. Instead, she ran from behind him, hunched over and ready to tackle Happy. She would never gather the body strength to actually pull it off, Happy had over a foot of height and possibly over sixty pounds, she couldn't weight a feather over a buck twenty five, she was just five foot one, and what held her down was her C cup and her ass. A smile played on his face as her little shoulder rammed into his stomach, he stumbled back a few steps, but otherwise held his own, she had a grunt, took a step back and tried again, it felt good. It felt right.

-Get down, God dammit!

She resolved to doing what she always did best when mad at him, physically bust his balls with a knee. He dropped the gun in his pain, before backhanding her, she literally flew backwards from the force he put in it. He hadn't meant to hit her this hard, yet, but she was this much smaller, and he lost the habit of fighting fair with her. She tumbled over the couch and into the wooden coffee table, breaking it into pieces from her weight. She didn't move from a second, her face blank, Jack hadn't moved. He looked pretty stunned from the start of their struggle.

But then, she shook a bit, and a rapturous smirk reached her lips, as her eyes rolled his way. His balls were literally pulsating from her knee, she always had more lower body strength than upper. She slowly sat down, the smile still hung on her lips, she dusted her arms, before flipping to her knees and raising to her feet.

-Esther?
-Yeah, that's it, babe.

He cleared his throat, cocked his head and scratched behind his ear, smiling at her.

-Bring it on.

She had a guttural and animalistic growl as she flashed forward, used the couch seat and backrest as a launching pad, all claws out towards him, a ravenous look on her face, it had to be forever since she had settled a score this way, and it was slowly coming back this way. Now he had to harness himself to fight back enough to keep the upper hand, but not enough to seriously harm her, yet. Serious harm would be for later.

Her nails dug into his neck, one of her foot caught against the top of his belt, as she was still raging loudly, he had a few steps back and sideways to slam her back into the bookcase filled with movies, CD's and books alike, a lot of them fell down when he slammed a second time, she rasped a grunt, lost her footing, but quickly maneuvered to try and bring him down with her, one hand still firmly clasped at the skin on the side of his neck, it felt warm, she had drawn first blood, exquisite.

There was no way she was bringing him down on her own, he willingly followed her fall, stopping short of her making contact with the ground, only to be caught short with a sharp knee to the gut, she growled again, and took her teeth to the bridge of his nose to bite it off, it barely scraped against that he was shoving her back with all of his strength, bitch was a biter, he'd forgotten that. His force was such that she lost her grip at his neck, it was a sharp pain. It would leave a really nice scratch.

She stumbled back, and when she tried to launch herself towards him again, she slipped on a CD that was on the floor, and flattened to the ground, he knew she would be so insulted, that didn't stop his raspy, whole-hearted laugh, the CD flew back, he saw Mark Huckner on the top of the case, she had tripped on that stupid Simply Red CD! That was even funnier! And the pure look of astonishment on her face was priceless, her pretty lips puckered in a "oh!" that didn't roll out of her throat.

He stumbled back from his laughing, holding his ribs, as she rose to her feet, looking absolutely pissed, she gathered her dignity to brush her hair back, took a deep breath, eyes closed and face like marble. He was going to get it bad, for laughing so hard at her slipping and falling and knocking her chin to the floor on that stupid-ass Simply Red CD.

She reached to her mouth, and wiped, leaving a beautiful smear of her own blood across her cheek, she wiped her hand on her shirt, did she bite her lip? Or her tongue? He would only know if she said something, and right now, she was beyond talking.

He opened his mouth to say something, maybe a little something that would fire her up, a mention of past make-up sex and how great it was, when a book flew his way. he dodged the first one, saw it fly an inch in front of his nose, DR. Phil, The Life Strategies workbook or something, before he could look to dodge the next one, it his him square in the temple, he stumbled back, received another to the chest, that third one was lighter than the first one that hit him, his hands instinctively fumbled to catch it as it fell to the ground, he managed to shield the fifth book that flew his way with the one he caught, a glance down, he couldn't help but smirk, he had gotten her this one. Tony Robbins' Awaken the Giant Within. He instinctively dodge whatever book was next, before swinging the Tony Robbins book into her stomach, flat. She had a loud "oof!", that read on her face, maybe he had swung it a tad too hard, but she was tough. And she would stop tossing her stupid self-help books at his head. He tossed the one he was holding aside, realizing he was puffing from being out of breath, and she wasn't moving, leaning against the TV stand.

After a moment, a very brief moment, she had that very carnal smile of hers, it was full on, now. No more looking at one another while catching breaths, no more fooling around with half strength and restrain. She would manage to hurt him. Either by scratching, biting, punching, slapping, kicking or pulling.

He flew backwards under her assault, he had forgotten the couch, shit! Rule number one of fighting with Esther, ALWAYS be aware of your surroundings, at ALL TIME. He tumbled backwards, his feet flew up and clocked her under the chin as he was turning his head back to try and manage his fall, she had a surprised hoot, a moan of pain, he had not meant that at all, but it worked, she would recover soon enough, but he had about three to five seconds of peace to manage his tumble.

No. She was already climbing the back of the couch, he turned his head left, and saw Jack still standing there, tough he now had his hands covering his mouth, and shock reading over his face. Total give-away that Esther had never fought his weak ass in such an aggressive manner.

His head hit the floor a lot harder than it should have, thanks to Esther that was now half-straddling him, hands pressing on his forehead and a look of determination to knock him unconscious on her face. She lifted and lowered his head twice more before he threw a left, his weak arm, his right grabbed her by the shoulder to hold her in place as he clocked her jaw twice before trying to sit up, it was a little difficult with her extra weight on top of him. She turned her head, spit towards the broken table, it was red of blood, he registered in his ear a little "toc", rolled his eyes up to see one of her tooth bouncing from the table towards the window, he turned his eyes her way, and winced to braced himself for the headbutt she was motioning into.

Tough little bitch, her skull was thick. He heard the horrible sound of his nose breaking, he had to let go of her shoulder to cover his nose just in case she would headbutt him a second time, he wouldn't put it past her. With his other hand, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from him, before rolling away from her in the other direction, she started wailing fists at his back, or maybe she was holding something, right now he was overwhelmed at the pain shooting from his nose, and she couldn't really do any real damage to his back, even if she was holding something.

When she straddled his back and grabbed the back of his head, he bucked back as suddenly and violently as he could, to toss her off from him, she fell with another one of her hoots, got on her feet faster than he did, she grabbed hold of his belt and his neck, he managed to open his eyes just so to know to shut them right away and bring his arms in front of his face to break the contact this window was about to have with his face as she sent him clean through.

But his fall was nothing like the rehearsed, gracious fall out of the window they depict in movies. His chest was badly scratched, the hem of his shirt caught in a big shard and his feet caught on the window sill, causing him to tumble out of the house ass over head into one of her trimmed bushes.

He decided to lay there for a minute, catch on, gather himself back. He heard their voices inside of the house.

"Terra, are you ok?"
"I'd kill for a cigarette. And a beer. God, I haven't missed that asshole by a long shot."
"Come here. You're bleeding."
"It's probably his blood."

He exhaled longly, before checking on his nose, God dammit, he had definitively forgotten some things. Selective memory was one nasty bitch. Esther was a lot feistier than his memories of her.

He pulled himself from the bushes, pulled his shirt towards him, it ripped loudly, Jax ran his way from around the corner, before literally choking in his laughter of Happy having been chucked out the window by his five foot one ex.

-Are you done?
-Aha, aha, aha! Aha! Holy shit, she's beasting on your ass, brother!
-Shut the fuck up.

But instead of listening, Jax let himself fall backwards on the hood of the Accord, holding his ribs, Happy decided to deal with his ass later, he peeked inside of the house, opening his eyes as much as the pulsating in his nose allowed him to. Fucking heartbeat made it throb.

By the door frame leading to the kitchen, Jack was holding Esther by the shoulder, he was wiping at her face with a wet rag. His lips seemed to be moving, he looked Happy's way when he heard some glass falling, of course Happy would get back in for more. There would be two ways this fight would end. Makeup sex, or one of them buried in the back yard.

He felt tired as he tossed a leg over the window frame to go back in for more. Esther had that advantage over him, she probably spent most of her afternoon sleeping in preparation of being up for half of the night singing karaoke. He had barely slept last night, and had been on his bike for most of the afternoon.

What made him swing his other leg over to fully go in was her tic. That shiver she had while her head involuntarily crooked to the right in a tremor that lasted a few seconds. Almost as if she was trying to crack her neck. Jack looked up at him, there was a clear warning in his eyes to get his ass back out before she got to him again, it made him cackle. And he wondered how much of him she had told her husband.

-Come on, bitch.

Her walk was a bit hunched, he wondered why, it's not like she needed the extra swing, she was already pretty low to the ground. It's when her fists balled up together came into view that he knew he was screwed. He had underestimated her, probably had went too easy on her. She had a throaty, and very sexy grunt from the effort and strength she put into her fists, arousing.

The balled up fists hit him straight in the mouth, close enough to his throbbing nose to send him in a world of pain, he let himself fall backwards as his head flew back from the impact, he dropped to the ground, holding his face, as she let out a rageful scream, she kicked him in the rib.

-Asshole! You broke my wrist!
-Bitch! You broke your own wrist with my face. Ah! You broke my nose!
-You broke my window!
-You used my face to break your own window!
-That's it. You're dead!

It sounded like she slipped as she walked towards the book case, his eyes hurt, he still forced one open to see her struggling with cocking his gun between her thighs, her wrist was indeed broken, it was bruised and lumpy, she was holding that arm under her chest. He heard the click, and her footsteps getting closer, tough she carefully stayed out of reach if he had decided to kick one of his feet her way. He wouldn't. That balled up fist to the mouth was the coup de grâce, he wanted no more of her pint-sized fury.

He heard another gun, rolled his eye up, Jax was done laughing and rolling around the hood of the Accord, obviously, he was now pointing a gun Happy had no clue he had, straight at Esther's head.

-Shoot him and I shoot you.
-Dude. Since when do I give a shit? I grew up in Charming, remember?
-I really don't want to shoot you, Esther. I hate shooting people I went to high school with.
-Then pick him up, and go. And don't let him come back.
-Mommy?

The gun flew over him, Jax caught it, he rolled his eye down and his head towards Jack, who was already heading down the hallway, one hand raised straight back as if to stop anyone from moving, Esther was trying to hide from her daughter behind the couch. She had a busted lip, and a big bruise on her lip. And Jack was getting the kid back in her room, with a story of cops and robbers. That story really wasn't far off from reality.

-But is mommy ok?
-I'm ok, Evie-Lovie. I beat down the thief.
-Yay, mom!

Jax had another snort, before breaking down in laughter as Happy raised a fist and flipped a bird in his direction. Thanks for all the moral support, asshole. Jack closed the door, at least that's the indication his ears gave him, his nose was bleeding all down his face and on his neck.

-You need to go, Happy. I already can't afford to replace everything we've broken so far. Don't come back.

She had a short scoff, as he closed his eyes, he couldn't bear looking at her anymore. Beautiful, venomous bitch.

-I couldn't afford keeping you around then, with the explosions, and the gunfights, and the car chases, I still can't afford to have you around.

Another scoff, this one followed by a tremor in her breathing.

-And I definitely do not want this Samcro, everything-is-going-to-hell-and-let's-just-shoot-out-our-problems bullshit around my house and my two kids. You guys can find out that I can turn into Gemma, when it's time to defend my family. But you know? It's my fault, Hap. Growing up Charming, I always had to go for the baddest boy available. I should have listened to my mother, and not get knocked up by the spawn of Satan. "It's gonna be fine, baby. We're at peace with the Mayans, and the Niners are laying low. I promise, it's gonna be nothing but sunny skies ahead."

He held on to his scoff, her impersonations of him were always pretty spot on. When she spoke again, it was with her own voice.

-Two weeks after you told me that, I was held at gunpoint by what's his face from the Calaveras. The mistake I made was sticking it out with you. I should have left them, because a month later, you were in the slammer, and I was guilty by association.

"I'm pregnant. I'm sorry. I can't." He rolled over, rose to his feet and waited for a second to be steady, he couldn't open his eyes at all, anymore. When he could again, tough, he was coming back, to murder her, murder that gash slowly. If he could keep her alive under torture for nine years, he would, just so she would know the world of pain he's been in.

Once he reaches the door, he tries to push it, tries looking for the lock, he's got so much built-up frustration that he could shoot at it. But Jax has his gun, and he can't do much but try and slam into it, until Esther shoves him out of the way, he hears the lock click. She's right there, beside him. He reach is instinctive, he grabs her by the hair. He hears the clanging to the metal door, can't help but smirk, she probably just braced for having her face smashed into the screen door. Not what he has in mind.

His mouth hurts as it crashed against hers, she's held firmly in place, unless she's willing to have a large bald spot at the back of her head, she won't be going anywhere.

His surprise is complete as she cups his neck and pushes her tongue in his mouth, to give into -maybe a bit too easily- a fiercely passionate kiss. The kind of loving she was the only ever female to give him. None of his ex-girlfriends had ever kissed him like Esther could.

She breaks the kiss first, and hisses at him to leave and never come back. Who the hell is she kidding? Probably only herself, everyone else knows he'll come back as soon as he can see anything. He's pushed out of the house, he hears the grate clack behind him, and lock, the wooden door slam. Jax's voice is near him, close enough to be of assistance, far enough not to be in his way.

-You're ok, brother?
-I'm ok? Crazy bitch broke her wrist trying to send a bone fragment into my brain to kill me.

Jax had a short snort of a laughter, before grabbing his arm to bring him to the van. He couldn't even sit right now. His rib hurt, his whole head hurt, all he wants is to lay down.

-Hotel or hospital?
-Hotel.

He's asleep before Jax even gets there. And no one would ever dare waking his ass up, not even to get him into a comfortable bed.

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