Thanks for all the adds and the reviews.

As always there all really appreciated.

Forgot to say in Chapter One that

the lyrics at the beginning of each Chapter

is called Silver Lining and it's by Hurts.

If you havent heard it yet I suggest you give it a

listen. It's a fab song and I feel that it

portrays Happy and Liv's relationship during

this story the best.

Well enough rambling, i'll let you read now

hope you enjoy the new chappy.

Silver Lining

'I won't get left behind

when the walls come tumbling in

I'll keep climbing,

I'll keep climbing'

A Little Help

He looked around the small living space as he followed her into the modest size kitchen. He had seen plenty of clean houses in his time, even cleaned some of his own but that was for completely different reasons, but this house was crazy clean. He wondered if his mere presence made the room dirty. He lingered by the arch way to the kitchen as she headed over to the kettle.

"Can I get you something to drink, tea, coffee, be..."

"I'm good." Placing the kettle back down she turned to give him her full attention. She motioned to the stool on the other side of the breakfast counter. Happy nodded his head and took a seat in the closet chair, he couldn't help himself from giving her fidgeting body the once over.

Her hand was twirling the loose thread on the cuff of her robe around her finger as her eyes darted all over him, probably trying to figure out what he was doing here in her kitchen. She was a bag of nerves and as he caught a peek of the purple, yellowish bruise along her collarbone sneaking from beneath her robe he know understood her edginess The last time he had seen her it was a black eye.

"So, is there something I can do for you?" Happy eyes shot up to meet hers, which had finally settled on him. She sounded as nervous as she looked. He knew his appearance sometimes terrified people usually he preferred it that way, but not this time. He wasn't here to scare her, her boyfriend seemed to be doing a bang up job of that.

"Yeah. I need to know where she is." Happy spoke looking directly into her deep brown eyes, which told him that she knew exactly what she was talking about.

"I don't..." Happy gave a slight shake of his head a 'Don't fuck with me' look written all him. He may not want to scare her but there was noway he was going to let her stand in front of him and lie straight to his face.

Jessica knew the look that was now masking his face, it was a look that sent chills down her spine. And normally after facing that look it was followed through with a back hand across her face or a jab to her ribs. And although she was pretty sure that this situation wasn't going to end up like that she still didn't want to risk it. Pushing herself from the breakfast counter she walked over to the fridge where a notepad of posits were attached and pulled one off before grabbing a pen out of the draw by the sink.

She stepped back over to him and started to write down an address and cell number. Capping the lid back on the pen she looked back up at him, the yellow posit outstretched in front of her. As he went to take it from her he felt her pull it back, his eyes shifted to hers.

"Is she in trouble?"

"No." When he gave her his answer he felt her let go of the posit.

"She's doing good. She's happy, she started dancing again." Jessica didn't miss the darkness grow in the dark eyes across from her. "Not stripping." She practically shouted. Watching his shoulders and face relax ever so slightly she continued to explain. "She's teaching. Just a couple of nights a week. Oh that reminds me."

Turning away from him she grabbed another posit, scribbling another address down and handing it to him once again. "That's her work address. If she's not at home you can usually find her there, she likes to hang out there tells me they serve the best coffee, not that she's bias or anything. She said that she'd take me there..."

Happy smirked at hearing the excitement in her voice as she talked about Liv. It was clear to him that the respect between the two women went both ways.

"Will you say hi to her for me." He noticed a change in her, excitement now overtaken with sadness."I don't get to speak to her as much as I want to."

Happy knew what that meant. She wasn't allowed. The bullet he'd fired to her boyfriends knee for disrespecting a woman his woman obviously hadn't had an effect on him. He was still the cowardly prick who seemed to take some sick pleasure from hurting his girl.

"I gotta go." He announced as he got up from his chair placing the two posits inside his cut. Jessica nodded and started to show him out.

"Don't forget to say hi to her for me." Jessica said as she stood on the porch watching on as he made his way to his bike. Happy nodded over his shoulder as he placed his sunglasses on and straddled his bike before driving off.

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Happy pulled into a lay-by. He didn't want to do this back at the clubhouse. Pulling the posits from the inside of his cut he cut the engine of his Harley and took a moment to look over the information Jessica had given him.

"Fuck." He shouted out loud as he read and re-read the two addresses Jessica had written down. Why did she always do this? She never thinks. Happy thought as he pulled out his prepay.

First he tried her number but nothing, went straight to voicemail. He checked the time on his phone. It was nearly 6, there would be noway he'd have enough time to get there, check on her end up getting into something that was bound to happen and then make it back to Charming in time for the meet with Alvarez that Clay had insisted he wanted him at.

For a split second as he looked down at the address again he thought about bailing on his President but he shook that thought out of his head making it disappear as quickly as it had appeared. He would never bail on his club.

But their was another option.

His thumb lingered over the call button. He knew he could trust him and he would do this favour for him no problem, and that's what he hated. Asking for help wasn't something he liked doing especially in his personal life, it made him feel useless, weak a feeling that Happy was not used to it, not within the club, amongst his brothers or his family, he was the protector the one who made sure everything was right.

As much as his pride was telling him to pocket his phone there was that small part of him that only she managed to trigger that somehow made all logically thinking go out the window.

"Yo." The voice on the other end of the phone answered.

"Hey man."

"What's up?" Kozik ran his hand over his spiky blonde hair as he moved from the booth he was currently sat at with his brothers.

"How far out are ya?"

"Bout four hours. Why? Somethin' going down?" Hap noticed the change in his friends tone.

"Nah. Who's wit you?"

"Lip and Lorca. We're all Tally could spare." He stole a look at his brothers who were laughing about something. "If it's your Mom and Aunt their already at the clu..."

"Ain't bout that bro. But thanks." Happy ran a hand over his 3 day old stubble even though he knew that Kozik wouldn't mind and would completely understand, he still felt awkward, another emotion that didn't sit well with him. "On your way through I need you to make a stop. Check on somethin'."

Happy's request was met with silence, and he knew that without saying anymore that Kozik understood what he was asking. He also knew that his friend, his brother, was not going to speak her name out loud without Happy doing so first.

Since that day six months ago where he left her alone in her apartment, divorce papers on the table he had not uttered her name to single person expect his Ma. He'd been avoiding Tacoma and anyone who knew of her as much as possible. Well until now.

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Happy watched as his President and VP sat at the park bench, Alvarez and his own right hand occupying the seat opposite them.

Standing next to Tig Happy tried to give his full undivided attention to the situation before him but there was a tiny part in the back of his mind that wouldn't stop niggling away. A quick glance at his watch and he was reminded of the fact that Kozik should have called by now or at least text.

Happy was a man who lived by his gut, and 99.9% his gut instinct proved him right, his gut had saved the lives of many his numerous times, it rarely failed him, which was why he wasn't liking this feeling, because his gut was telling him something was off.

Happy was so preoccupied that the normal perceptive hitman missed the fact that Tig had been watching him with an eagle eye. By Tig's count that was the fifth time he had glanced at his watch since they had set off from the Clubhouse. It wasn't like him, but then again something had been a little off with the killah all day. Looking back at his President Tig decided that now wasn't the time.

"Where do you lie?" Clay asked as he stared into the eyes of his enemy.

"They took out of some of ours to. For once ese I think we're on the same side." Clay nodded stealing a quick glance at Jax who also looked pleased with the answer. Clay looked back at Alvarez. "I already have one of my guys getting a location."

"Maybe we shou..." Clay paused mid sentence when the sound of a ringtone broke the tension. Both himself and Jax looked back towards their men, where the annoying and to Clay irritating sound seemed to be coming from.

Happy mentally bitch slapped himself. How had he forgotten to put his prepay on vibrate. Retrieving his cell from the front pocket of his jeans he checked the ID, Great timing as always Koz. He thought as his number flashed across the screen. His eyes left the flashing screen and landed on the sets of his eyes staring at him. Focusing on the most important and disgruntled set, his president, he waited for some sort of instruction on how he was to handle this. A slight flick of the head from Clay and Happy walked away from Tig and flipped open his cell.

"Bout time." Happy spoke furiously into his cell. "Well?"

"Hap, I uh, I..."

"What?"

"I went to her work they said.." Kozik really didn't want to be the one to say this but what other choice did he have. "She never turned in." Immediately Happy senses went on alert.

"She call in?"

"No."

"Takin' a personal day?" As the words left his mouth he didn't believe them but it was better than what the reality could be. The long silence on the other end of the phone also told him that wasn't the truth.

"I went to her apartment Hap, she wasn't there...Hap the table near the door was knocked over, there was glass everywhere.."

"Forced entry?" Happy forced himself to ask. Even though he knew Happy couldn't see him he still shook his head before realising he'd have to speak.

"Nah, no sign of that. Look what do you want me to do? You want me to ask around see if anyone heard..." Happy looked over his shoulder when he heard movement behind him. The meet was obviously over and judging by the look Clay was giving him he wasn't best please with his interruption.

"Nah, you should head to Charming, I'll sort it."

"Hap what if..."

"I said I'd sort it." Happy bit as he slammed his cell shut and pocketed it back in his jeans.

Walking over to his bike and the rest of his brothers, Happy tried to ignore the looks he was getting. They were obviously waiting for an answer but Happy was hoping he could get away without giving one or having to lie.

"All done, sorry if we kept you." Sarcasm dripped off every word Clay spoke.

"Won't happen again."

"Better not." Clay warned as he turned over the engine of his bike.

This was just great Clay was already pissed at him how was he going to react when he'd have to tell him he needed a few days.