"Feel it comin' in the air
Hear the screams from everywhere
I'm addicted to the thrill
It's a dangerous love affair
Can't be scared when it goes down
Got a problem, tell me now
Only thing that's on my mind
Is who's gonna run this town tonight..."

For some odd reason, Happy had taken Jax's threat to heart. He knew he wasn't good for her. He had tried to stay as far away from her as he could and it was driving him fucking crazy. It was almost like his negligence had pushed her right back into Juice's arms. He noticed she was always with him and things had gone back to normal. It was like nothing had ever happened between them, but every time they locked eyes they could feel something pulling them together. He always shoved it off, drowning the feelings in alcohol and bad pussy. He hated seeing her with him. It didn't look right. She didn't look happy with him, especially after what he did to her. He didn't want her with anyone else.

When Happy walked out of the garage, Harlie was stepping out her car. He caught her eye for a brief second, catching the blush on her cheeks.

"Hey.." He said as Harlie stepped over to him, running a hand through her hair. She felt relief flood over her with that one word.

"Hi.." She said quietly, looking up at him.

"How ya been, doll?" His finger came up and brushed across her cheek. She loved it when did that. It was only a small motion, but it meant a lot to her.

"Good, I guess.." She shrugged. "Swamped with homework all the time."

"How's Juice?" He crossed his arms. He didn't want to admit it, but he was jealous.

"Ask him." She sighed.

"You're with him all the time." His voice was dead calm. This scared her.

"No, actually.. He's at Cara-Cara all the time. As usual." She put her hands on her hips, glaring up at him.

The silence between them was awkward this time. "So.. I guess I'll see ya later?"

"Sure." Happy shrugged.

"I'll be back after school." She touched his arm.

"Yeah.." He nodded. 'Damnit,' he thought. He wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing her deeply.

Harlie gasped, her hands on his chest. She clenched his shirt in her hands. The kiss was rough and possessive, but gentle. When he pulled away, she whimpered.

"See ya later, babe." He pulled on his T-M shirt and walked off.

At lunch, Harlie and Sierra were sitting outside at one of the picnic tables. Harlie was picking at her half-eaten piece of pizza. She wasn't really feeling talkative. Her mind was on what happened this morning. He kissed her. And called her babe. None of the others guys had ever really called her babe.

"Hello?" This brought Harlie out of her thoughts. "Did you hear me?"

"What? Yeah. Sorry." Harlie tossed the piece of pizza in the trash, sighing.

"Are you alright?" Sierra took a sip of her soda.

"Oh, yeah. Long morning." Harlie swished around the last little bit of soda left in the can.

"Wanna talk about it?" Her friend packed up her homework.

"Nah, I can't. Club shit." She heard the rumble of Harley's in the distance. She looked over at the fence seeing Clay, Tig, and Happy go by. She saw Tig quickly check out the future Crow Eater's that stood watching the go by. "Sluts.." She stopped at the end of the block.

Happy slid his glasses off for a quick second and looked over at her. He nodded, waving.

She waved back, getting a wave from Clay to walk over there.

"Be right back." She jogged over to them. "Need somethin'?"

"You headin' to the garage after school?"

"Yeah. Where else would I go? I gotta run some errands first, though." She blushed, biting her bottom lip when Happy looked back at her.

"I might need you in the garage today. I gotta some shit to do today."

Harlie was signaled back to class when the bell rang. "You got it. Love you."

"You too.." Clay cut his bike back on and pulled off.

"Who was that?" Sierra grinned.

"My dad and a few of the others." She shrugged.

"What did they want?" She grabbed her book bag.

"Dad just said he needed me to help him in the garage today." Harlie pulled her hair up.

"Mind if I stop by?" She smirked.

"Stay away from Tig." Harlie laughed. "Trust me, you don't wanna know where all his dick's been."

"So I can't just stare at him?" She pouted.

"Good luck with that." Harlie shook her head.

Weston pulled up outside the church, climbing out with Polly Zobelle.

"Hey, Daddy." She ran up to her father, wrapping her arm around him.

"Hello, sweetheart." He leaned down to kiss her cheek. "How'd we do?" He asked Weston.

"It's all set." Weston nodded.

She smiled ghoulishly. "The van's in place."

"Good." Zobelle smirked.

"Hey, babe.." Happy walked into the office and closed the door.

Harlie jumped, dropping the folders in her hand."Shit.."

"I got it.." He touched her shoulder, picking the folders up off the floor.

"T-Thanks.." She took them from his hand, placing them in the open file cabinet.

"You alright?" He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You scared me.." She turned to face him.

"I'm sorry," Happy said, his voice was husky.

"Hap-.." She started as he pushed her back against the filing cabinet, kissing her roughly. The kiss was intense and full of pent up lust. They both needed it so bad. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He sucked and nibbled on her bottom lip, his hands gripping her waist. They slowly slid up the back of her shirt, his fingertips running along her spine. She shivered, pulling away. "Wow.." She mumbled.

Happy chuckled, pecking her lips. "We should get back to work.."

"Y-Yeah.." She blushed, pulling her shirt back down. She watched him leave, following a few minutes later.

She sat down at the picnic table beside Gemma. "Hey, grandma." She grinned.

"Hey, little shithead." Gemma laughed, wrapping her arm Harlie's shoulder.

"How's my baby doin'?" She leaned on her shoulder.

"Growin' too fast." Gemma sighed.

"He's a beautiful boy." She smiled.

"That he is." Gemma lit a cigarette.

"You two taklin' about me?" Jax grinned, sitting down beside Harlie.

"Ha, you wish." She kissed his cheek.

"Hey, Harlie.. Can I talk to you for a minute?" Jax asked, motioning away from the table.

"Yeah.." She hopped down off the table. "What's up?"

"What's going on with you and Hap?" He raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

"What are you talkin' about?" She crossed her arms.

"I see the way he looks at you, Harlie. Now tell me what's going on." Jax said firmly.

"There's nothing going on, Jax!" She snapped. Oh, shit. Maybe the guys weren't as blind as she thought.

"Bullshit.. Was that why he was shoving his tongue down your throat a few minutes ago?" Damnit.

Just as Harlie was about to respond, the sound of an explosion jerked them away from their conversation. She turned around just in time to see Chibs hit the ground. "Chibs!" She yelled, rushing to him. "Oh, god.. No! Jax, get Tara! No Chibs.." Tears poured down her cheeks.

All the guys gathered around. Opie tried pulling Harlie away from him. "You gotta move.. Tara's gotta get to him."

"Call 911!" She shouted at Juice.

"Harlie, are these the same people who attacked you?" Tara asked, sitting down beside her.

"Who else could it be?" Harlie wiped her eyes on her shirt sleeve.

"What?" Gemma snapped her head up. "You were attacked, baby? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"I wasn't just attacked.." She whispered. "I.. I was raped."She choked out. "T-They wanted me to give my dad a message.."

"Oh, god!" Gemma gasped, wrapping her arms around Harlie.

"You need to tell them, Harlie.. Maybe if you woulda told before this wou-.."

"This is not on me!" Harlie cried.

"Maybe you should go.." Gemma said, looking up at Tara. "I can take care of her."

"T-This is my fault.." Harlie sobbed.

"No, baby.." Gemma rubbed her back, frowning.

"I gotta tell them, Gemma.. I have to. First me, then Otto, now Chibs.." She just shook her head.

"You know what's gonna happen if you do. It's not a good idea right now, sweetheart. If you tell them now, Clay's gonna go in blind and bad shit is gonna happen." Gemma stroked her hair gently.

"Bad shit's already happened.." Harlie mumbled.

"Unser's gettin' his home address." Clay said, lighting a cigar.

"You really think Zobelle is sitting in his Barcalounger waiting for us to swing by?" Bobby glanced down the table at Clay.

"Why should he hide?" Clay looked down at the cigar between his fingers. "Asshole thinks he's protected on every level."

"He is." Juice pointed out, a look of disgust on his face.

"Probably riding four deep. Weston, skinhead crew." Opie said, never taking his eyes off the table.

"Then we ride five deep." Tig shrugged.

"Yeah, and what's the plan? Roll up on him in broad daylight and cut his head off?" Bobby looked around at all the guys.

"Okay.." Happy nodded, a smirk in his voice.

"You know I don't give a shit what the plan is!" Clay snapped. "I am tired of sitting here playing 'what happens if?' Zobelle tried to kill two of us in the last twelve hours! This charter doesn't wait any longer! We kill him!" He yelled. Everyone around the table nodded. "Do I need to take a vote?" He sighed irritably, storming away from the table.

When the guys left that chapel, Juice went looking for Harlie. He found her sitting outside on the table by herself, just staring over at the van. "Hey, you alright?" He sat down beside her, lighting a cigarette.

"Just worried about Chibs.." Harlie shrugged. She was mostly wondering why he was talking to her. She leaned her head on her knees.

"We're gonna take care of it. Immediate retaliation." Juice sighed.

"I got a bad feeling about this. Somethin' ain't right." She looked up at him.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Yeah, no kidding."

"Promise me you'll be careful?" She frowned. "Dad's so pissed he can barely see the whole picture."

Juice leaned in, pecking her lips.

Harlie saw Happy watching across the lot. "Juice, don't." She pushed him away.

"I guess I'll see ya later.." He sighed, noticing her eyes glancing towards Happy. "He's not right for you, Harlie.."

"And you are?" She rolled her eyes. "I'm not in the mood for your shit."

"Whatever.." He looked her up and down before walking off.

"He givin' ya trouble, doll?" Happy stepped over to her.

"No, he's fine.." She felt her heart rate pick up. His black t-shirt was tight and she could see his muscles move as he walked.

"I'm about to head out for a ride, wanna go?" He handed her his helmet.

"Sure. Let me tell my mom." She started for the clubhouse.

"I told her I was gonna take you home." He gently grabbed her arm.

"Oh.. Alright." Harlie smiled slightly as they walked over to his bike.

"You ready, babe?" He asked, feeling her climb on the back.

"Where are we goin'?" She wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his shoulder. The reaper on his back of his cut was somehow comforting. She always wondered what it would be like to ride with Happy. She felt so right with her arms around him. She'd never felt this way around Juice.

"Wherever you wanna go." He revved up the bike and pulled out of the lot.

Gemma watched from the entrance of the clubhouse, nodding her head. In her head, she understood Harlie needed someone who knew would kill for her and that was Happy's job. She needed someone to make her feel protected. She just hoped Harlie was careful. SAMCRO women had a way of turning men inside out.

AN: Sorry if this one isn't all that great, the last few days have been pretty crazy. And, I'm getting around to spicing the Happy action, don't worry. ;) I love all your reviews!