***Thank you to all you gals (and guys if any) that are leaving comments about how excited you are! Literally fueling the fire to this possible love between Lexi and Happy. Keep reading!***

Lexi pushed open the door to the garage office and fell back onto the office sofa.

"You look like shit darlin." Gemma said with a grin.

"I've learned one thing since I've been back at least..." Lexi leaned her head against the wall.

"Oh yea? What's that?" Gemma asked

"I'm getting too old for hangovers." Lexi looked at Gemma and they both started laughing.

Just about that time Jax pushed in the office door and stopped. "Am I interrupting something?" he asked coyly. Gemma stood to embrace him in a hug.

"Of course not baby, what's going on?" She said leaning against the office desk.

"Actually..." he trailed off, turning towards Lexi. "We need you." Lexi raised and eyebrow.

"What for? she asked.

"We need you in church." he opened the door and headed back towards the clubhouse without another word.

Lexi stood and shrugged at Gemma. "Who knows..."

Lexi pushed open the doors to the SAMCRO meeting room "Church" as they called it. All the guys were leaned back in their chairs smoking their cigarettes. Clay, Jax, Tig, Chibs, Juice, Piney, and Happy all turned to look at Lexi as she entered. Happys jaw tightened. She looked fairly well considering the state she was in the night before. Her hair in a tight bun, sunglasses perched ontop of her head. Her maroon cold shoulder top tight on her figure with black skinny jeans rolled perfectly into capris and her classic red converse.

Clay stood and motioned for Lexi to sit down. "I'm sure you're wondering why we asked you in." Clay started taking a puff of his cigar.

Lexi looked around the room, focusing in on her father. "A little" she said nervously.

"We need your help on a run." Jax leaned into the table. Lexi raised her hand in confusion.

"I dont understand how I could possibly help." she furrowed her eyebrows at Jax.

"Opie has shit to take care of with Donna and the kids, we need a certain..." Jax scanned the room looking for the right words. You could tell he was hesitant on what he was trying to say.

"A certain set of skills only you and your brother know." Piney finished for Jax.

"Yea." Jax chuckled and motioned towards Piney. "What he said."

Lexi raised an eyebrow towards her father. "You're okay with this?"

"I don't like it but it's whats best for the club." he leaned back resting his hands on his head.

"This is a bad fucking choice VP. I'm telling you." Happy piped up. His hands were calmly interlaced on the table but Lexi could tell his legs were twitching against the hard laminate floor.

"You don't know this girl Hap. She can bring some serious heat." Clay placed his hand on Lexis shoulder. Happy rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair once more.

"I'll do it." Lexi purposely met eyes with Happy and grinned. His jaw tightened again and shook his head. They both knew it was going to be a long night.

Later that night, Lexi rolled up to the storage lot in the passenger seat of the van. Happy looked over at her with his infamous stern look. "You set the timer and you get your ass back in this van. You understand?" Happy looked furious but concerned all in one.

"Yes DAD." she grinned and pushed open the passenger door. Happy watched as she walked away. He knew this was a terrible idea, her getting involved but he also knew that whatever he said would only push her further into the shit. Happy shook his head trying to throw her out of it. It wasn't working

Lexi held the bomb close to her chest as she crept down behind Jax and Juice. "Follow me" Jax whispered. Jax lead Lexi into the warehouse with Clay. Lexi quickly went to work trying to connect the right fuses to the detonator.

"We've got company." Clay spat moving his flashlight back to Jax and Lexi. "How much longer?"

Lexi looked at Jax with pure fear across her face. "Five minutes? If that?" she wasn't sure how long it would take her but she knew she had to move quick.

"Get the van out of sight and lay low." Clay turned to Tig and he quickly was followed by Chibs as a cover. Clay turned to Jax in frustration. "You, with me."

Lexi could hear men speaking Spanish just outside the door. FUCK she thought to herself, sweat dripping down her face. Lexi wasn't sure where Clay and Jax went. Suddenly she could hear Jax moaning and rambling about something... then, gunshots rang out. Lexi jumped. Tires were squealing then a crash. Dammit! Lexi continued working hoping she was quick enough, then, more gunshots.

Lexi ran outside spotting Jax. "It's done!" she shouted and sprinted towards the gate. Lexi heard even more gunshots but she kept running. She knew the boys would be okay, she just needed to get to that van. Happy revved the engine once he noticed Lexi springing towards him.

"Where is everyone?!" he yelled.

"They're fine! Just go!" Lexi tried to focus her breathing like Opie had taught her. Looking back she saw the raging, angry ball of fire that reached for the sky above her. She hoped Jax and the guys were okay but she knew better than to worry. They were better off fending for themselves than she would have been.

Happy eventually pulled into the TM parking lot and killed the engine. Lexi hopped out and they made their way inside.

"What the hell happend?!" Gemma yelled running towards Lexi with a towel.

"Everything's fine, they're not too far behind us." Happy said heading towards the bar. He picked up a bottle of whisky walked back to Lexi. "You're gonna want this."

Lexi looked confused until Gemma pressed the towel to her outer thigh. "FUCK!" Lexi yelled pulling away.

"Fine?! You call this FINE?! I'm calling Tara." Gemma lead Lexi over to the pool table and Lexi hopped ontop.

Happy shrugged and looked at Lexi. "I told them it was a bad idea." he said calmly handing Lexi the bottle of whisky.

"Go fuck yourself Lowman." Lexi took a swig and glared at Happy.

"I'd rather you do it." Happy smirked and leaned against the wall tucking his hands into his pockets.

Lexi took another swig and looked at her bloody leg. She figured it was just superficial but she knew it was going to need stitches nonetheless. She caught Happys comment but tried to play it off, looking concerned about her leg. "Think I'll have a sweet scar?" she asked making eye contact with Happy.

He grinned and walked towards Lexi. He stopped just shy of touching her but it didn't make a difference. She felt the pull from the heat of his skin. Happy lifted his shirt and pointed to a cluster of tattoos on his stomache. "How many?" he asked

Lexi slowly raise her hand as if to not scare a street dog longing for a home. She carefully ran her hand down Happys side trying her hardest not to show how turned on she was. Her hand rippled with his every ab. He tried not to, but tensed as she hit every one.

"How many happy faces?" he asked again. Lexi looked up and made eye contact with him once more.

"Thirteen." she said sternly. She looked back and forth between his eyes looking for where he was going with the question. "You already told me this Happy. What's your point?"

Just then, Tara walked in, medical bag in hand. "Sorry, am I interrupting?" she dropped her eyes. Almost as a sign of respect for Happy.

He dropped his shirt and stepped back, still not breaking eye contact with Lexi. "No, I was just curious what Lexi's number was." Happy turned towards the door and gave Tara a respectable head nod. Tara set her bag on the table and started in on Lexis leg.

"NINE!" Lexi yelled to the now cracked open door. There was a moment of nothing then the door squeaked open.

"What was that?" he stuck his head in. Lexi looked at him.

"My number is nine." she said again taking yet another shot of whisky.

Happy grinned and took the bottle from Lexi, taking a swig for himself. He placed his hand gently on Lexis cheek and pulled her close, laying a single kiss on her temple. "That's my girl."