I'm baaaaaaack:D Okay so this chapter goes a little slow but this gives you a glimpse into Emilia's love for Hap. I love flashbacks, so look for a lot of them in coming chapters. Happy is truely being a jerk, but you get to see his softer side too. It doens't come out very often;)

"Nomad?

Jax froze lighter in mid strike as he stared at Happy. "You sure about this bro?"

Hap nodded " My mom's real sick. She's in a home in Bakerfield. Nomad gives me a chance to see her more."

" There's always a place for you at that table man." CLay said, pushing out of his chair and clapping Happy on the back. He gave him a ghost of a smile, and turned wordlessly walking out of the clubhouse. He slipped his sunglasses on as he swung a leg over his bik. He stopped suddenly when he heard the familiar rumble of a shiny black Mustang.

Emilia rolled into the TM parking lot, music full blast her mind on one thing.

Happy.

She wasn't quite sure how she was going to face him after what had just happened, but she knew she had to figure something out, because the chances of him being at the garage were good. She just didn't understand. She wasn't a kid anmore. It wasn't like it had been before.

*Flashback*

Happy rolled his sore muscles as he got off his bike. From the outside hewas sure that he looked like a sight. Covered in smears of blood and dirt, but he didn't give a damn what anyone thought. He found Jax waiting for him at the door and nodded.

"It's done."

"Good. Clay will be back shortly with the boys from Vegas. Go clean yourself up man."

Hap stalked through the clubhouse, completely aware of the whispers and comments around him. He zeroed in one a girl. She was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, long dark hair in kinky curls, blue eyes as wide as can be as she took in his bloody t-shirt. He offered her a half smile.

"Are you hurt?"

"Nah kid." he gazed at her for a few moments. He knew she could see right threw him, and he kept his features smooth, as he opened the front of his cut to show her he was free of bullet holes. She breathed a visible sigh of relief but he could feel her eyes on him as he walked away. He undressed slowly, ignoring the burning of the deep knife wound as he pulled his shirt over his head and crankedd the shower to hot. He stood letting the stinging spray roll down his body, loosening his sore muscles.

Suddenly a pair of cold hands wrapped around his mid section and he turned half expecting to kill someone when he found Emilia standing in front of him. Naked.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" He sputtered at her, pushing away. She hung her head ashamed.

"Please Happy...I lo-"

He cut her of with a hand and pointed "Out."

Sher seemed to hesitate for a minute and then slipped wordlessly out of the shower. He angrily turned the shower head, wrenching it so hard he nearly ripped it form the wall. He stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel wrapping it firmly around his waist and turning to face her, his gaze merderous.

She was standing leaned against the sink towel wrapped around her, expression wavering somewhere between hurt and anxiety.

"Hap-"

"This shit cannot happen anymore Emilia. Your thirteen fucking years old."

"I'm not a child!" She raged stomping her foot. Her eyes widened and anger clouded them, her pupils narrowing to near slits.

"You ARE Emilia! You ARE a child." He bellowed at her. His muscles twitched under his tatts, writing in the dim bathroom lighting, his dark eyes black with rage. He breathed heavily, the planes of his chest rising and falling harshly as he stared a hole in her.

Hot tears sprung to her eyes, and she hurried out of the bathroom.

Hap stood staring for a moment at the spot she had just been standing at, mind whirling in a thousand directions.

He punched the mirror, enjoying the satisfying crunch of flesh against glass and the loud crash as shards exploded off the wall and clinked over the sink and the floor, sending sprays of glittering light across the ceiling.

He was so fucked.

Hap rid himself of the memory as he watched her slip out of the car. There was something ethereal about the way she moved across the lot, her long hair spilling in silky strands across her shoulders looking almost blue as it caught the sunlight filtering through the thick grey clouds. She wasn't decked in the stripper heels or too tight clothes like the sweetbutts or Crow Eaters that hung around, but simple in tight dark skinny jeans a white v-neck, and her favorite black converse Happy himself had gotten her for her birthday. She shuffle through the paperwork absently, glancing up and stopping dead when she spotted him. SHe opened and closed her mouth several times before hurrying past him into the office.

Emilia took a shuddering breath as she set the paperwork on the cluttered desk with shaky hands.

"Hey."

Emilia let out a yelp and spun wildly on the spot, swinging her arm and nearly slugging Jax in the nose. He held hius hands up and stepped back

"Jesus Christ." He looked at her, eyebrows raised "What the hell?"

"Oh damn Jax...Sorry I-"

"Are you alright?You been acting weird as shit all goddamn day Em. This isn't like you." He took a step forward, leaning down to her level and peering at her. She backed up" Are you sick or something, your face is all red."

"Yeah." She pounced on the idea "I've been feeling off all day. I'm going home getting some ya." She bolted out of the office, eyes trained on the ground. Jax watched her retreating form and shook his head

Women.

Emilia sat alone in the empty clunhouse, English homework sprawled out in front of her. She heard the dorr open and absently glanced up expecting to see Bobby or TIg but felt her mouth go dry when she found Killa standing in front of her instead. She gulped.

He tucked his shades inside his cut and placed his hands on his hips, eyes never leaving hers.

"Yes?" She asked innocently, tilting her chin up in challenge knowing he could see right through her bullshit exterior.

" I wanted you to hear this from me, rather than someone else." He paused for a moment, and an unusually confused look came across his face. "I'm goin Nomad."

Emilia's heart stopped for a fraction of a moment, and cold dread seeped through her. Nomad? Was he fucking insane?

Members of the Nomad charter weren't attached to any one charter because they were the Death Squad of the MC world. She had no delusions of what Hap was, but this was the Reaper materialized. He became blurry in front of her as thick sloppy tears threatened to spill from her eyes.

"Guess it's been coming?" She questioned, crossing her arms over her chest to stop her heart from flying out. He sighed

"Emilia. It's for the best darlin'. I can't be here with shit the way it is. Your not supposed to get wrapped up in this club bullshit. Now don't start with that." He said, scowling deeply as she began to break down, her whole body trembling. Without waiting for her to protest he pulled her into a vice grip hug. "It's not like I ain't ever comin back. I'll just be away for a while. Give you some time...Your not ready for this shit Emilia. I won't let you become and Old Lady at 18. Be a kid for a change." He released her and wiped the tears away. He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, his lips resting there for a moment and despite his mind screaming in protest he pulled them away.

He walked quickly out the door, shutting it loudly behind him the echo splitting the silence. She clutched at her heart.

"Bye."