Thanks for the reviews and constructive criticism. Anyway, here's chapter three and I hope you enjoy it because I'm typing it at three in the morning and have no energy to actually re-read it. *shrugs* Oh and the disclaimer: we all know none of the characters are mine. :) Good morning
Chapter Three
"Happy!" Gemma's voice called from the office as he walked by, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around to face the club president's old lady, waiting. "Opie and the prospect are bringing in a tow. You have time to look at it?" Gemma asked, walking past him and into her office.
"Sure," Happy replied, knowing that it wasn't really a question. "They almost here?" He inquired.
Gemma looked up from the paper work in her hands. "How the hell would I know that?" Gemma retorted while Happy chose not to respond, walking out of the office and into the garage where Chibs and Bobby were working surprisingly diligently on a BMW that no doubt belonged to Oswald. Jax stood by the door, smoking. Piney was listening to a long-winded explanation from Juice on how to fix his computer. Happy shook his head, knowing that he'd lost Piney a while ago. After all, when Juice got into conversations about anything tech, he quickly lost anybody who was listening.
Looking around, Happy raised his eyebrows, stopping besides Chibs and Bobby. "Where did Kozik and Tig go?" He asked, looking around for his brother. Chibs and Bobby shared a look before shaking their heads in unison.
"They need to get that shit together." Jax commented, walking back into the garage.
"Tig needs to get his head out of his arse and let Kozik patch over." Chibs said.
"Yeah, we definitely need more people, especially people like Koz." Jax commented.
"Tig's too damn stubborn. He needs to move on. It was just a damn dog." Bobby commented, shaking his head.
Happy rolled his eyes. "Why are they fighting over a fucking dog?"
"Because she was mine." Tig said, walking through the garage and into the office, slamming the door behind him. Kozik entered a moment later. "He needs to get over it. We both loved her but-" Kozik began when Happy cut him off.
"It was just a dog." Happy supplied.
Kozik shook his head. "But she's gone now and it was a long time ago."
"And it was just dog." Chibs inserted while Kozik shook his head and leaned over the car to see what Chibs and Bobby were working on.
"Oswald's car?" Jax asked while Chibs and Bobby nodded.
"What did he do to it?" Kozik asked, staring at the inside of the car.
"Irreparable damage." Happy commented while Chibs and Bobby gave him scathing looks. "You can't fix that. The engine's been fried." He said as the tow truck pulled in, beginning to back an ancient Cadillac into the garage.
"What is that thing?" Chibs asked, his eyes on the car.
"Stolen museum artifact?" Juice suggested.
"A road hazard?" Jax said.
"A car that should have died a long time ago." Kozik said, shaking his head. "Someone put it out of its misery."
As the tow truck halted, Happy walked over to help detach it from the truck while Jax whistled, shaking his head, but walked over to help him out. The doors opened and Opie and the prospect slipped out of the truck and walked over. "What is this?" Happy asked, indicating to the car.
"A piece of crap Cadaillac that my grandpa left me." A feminine voice answered for Opie, and Happy focused behind the burly man at the woman standing behind him. She was about 5'6" with long brownish hair, ice blue eyes, and a killer body of long legs, lush curves, and ample breasts. Crossing her arms across her chest, she glared at the car like it deserved nothing less than to spontaneously combust. "It's also the only transportation I've got. So…is it fixable?" She asked, stepping past Opie and looking up at Happy with hope in her eyes.
"I'll take a look." Happy said to the woman who pursed her lips and nodded, looking back at the car accusingly. "Looking at the car like that, ain't gonna help. It's old."
"So are my grandparents and they're completely reliable." She snapped at Happy who just looked at her mutely. For a moment, she stared him, seeming deep in thought before rubbing her hand on the back of her neck. "Okay, they're almost completely reliable, but I fully blame that on the Alzheimer's." The woman said, shrugging her shoulders. "This thing has no excuse."
"How can you just be so…dismissive about your grandparent's having Alzheimer's?" Opie asked, making Happy pause and look up at the man. He understood where Opie was coming from with the question since she'd said it with such a cavalier attitude as if it didn't bother her in the slightest. However, Happy could see that the question had come across in a way that she definitely didn't seem to like.
"They've had Alzheimer's for ten years. It's not going away. It's only getting worse. I've had to live with it a long time. That's how I can be so dismissive. Yes, it's horrible. Yes, I hate going to visit to people who are slowly losing recollection of who they are, but it I dwelled on every horrible thing in my life, I'd be a seriously depressed bitch on suicide watch in a mental hospital. So yes, I'm dismissive. Because sometimes you just have to pick and choose your battles, and I may as well give up on the un-win-able battle." The woman snapped at Opie without even seeming to pause to take a breath. When she was done, she looked around the silent garage to see everyone staring at her before sighing. "I'm just saying."
"That's so fucked up." Jax said to her while she shrugged but nodded.
The woman laughed humorlessly and looked at Jax. "Says the guy in a notorious motorcycle gang with more fucked up rumors than a slutty, cross-dressing high schooler."
"Come on darlin', there's no need to be mean." Jax said, smiling at her while she rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant."
"Yeah, I do." She replied. "But I'm just letting you know that with all the rumors flying around this town about you, it's kind of like the pot calling the kettle black."
Clay walked into the garage just then, looking around at everyone. "Doesn't anybody fucking work?" He asked, making everybody turn back to their work. Jax nodded to the woman who waved goodbye while Miles and Opie scrambled back to the truck. "Where's the other prospect?" Clay asked, looking around for Phil.
Happy looked up. "Cleaning the clubhouse." He said while all the other guys sniggered. Cleaning the clubhouse was never fun, it was a scary task that brought you up close and personal with the lifestyle of the club ranging from unidentifiable stains to weird funky shit sticking to the walls. That's why it was the prospect's job to clean the clubhouse after a party. Clay let a small smile slip onto his face before nodding.
"Try to get some work done. Stop gossiping like a bunch of pussies." Clay said to them while the guys rolled their eyes and the woman hid a smile. Clay walked into the office to see Gemma.
Sighing, Happy stood up, wiping his grease-stained hands on a clothes sitting next to him and glanced at the woman. Taking a deep breath, she straightened and looked at him. "Oh shit, it's not good is it?"
Happy shook his head. "There is so much wrong with this piece of shit, I don't even know where to begin. A lot of shit needs to be replaced, the engine's almost blown, and the motor looks like it could die any second." Happy told the woman.
"You can fix that, right?" The woman asked hopefully.
"Maybe." Happy said.
"Maybe?" She repeated.
"Look, this car is so old that I don't even know if all the parts you need are still being made. Plus, it's in horrible shape." Happy commented.
The woman shrugged. "I'm not exactly a car person." She told him before looking back at Happy. "Give it to me, how long of a life expectancy are we expecting here?"
"A month, maybe two, if you're lucky. I'm surprised it lasted this long." Happy told the woman who grimaced.
"What the hell do you think I should do about it?" The woman asked. Happy hesitated, looking at her face to see that she honestly seemed to want an answer.
"It'll cost you more on repair and upkeep than buying a new car." Happy said.
"Shit," she said, shaking her head. "Can you make it live for another few days without incident?"
Happy looked down at the car uncertainly before looking back at the woman in front of him. "I can try."
"Thank you so much. You have no idea how much this means to me." She said, looking around before glancing at Happy. "Where's the office?" She inquired, and Happy pointed to the door towards the back. "Thanks." She said, moving past him and through the door into the office. Happy watched her walk into the office, shaking his head as she went by. The girl was strange, he'd give her that with a quirky charm that you couldn't truly find in many people. However, the one thing Happy noticed was the fierce, protective side of her lurking just beneath the surface. The side of her that he knew was hiding everything that she didn't want the world to see was undoubtedly the most dangerous part of the woman.
There's your chapter. I have no idea where the story's going at this point. So, if you have any ideas you can just tell me before I make any major plot decisions. Love hearing it. Merci. (I'm a french student. Trying to keep it fresh for next year.) Adios!