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A/N: This is another chapter that is mostly to get to know Alice, but next chapter the story takes of properly. A huge thank you for the reviews, favs and alerts!

Chapter 2: Our Way To Fall

Two days later Happy was at his aunt's house, partly to visit and partly to check out her basement and attic. As he was walking down the stairs he heard the doorbell and came down just as Mona opened the door and saw Alice, with a basket of tomatoes in her arms.

"Please take these, Vivica keeps giving them to me and I don't really like tomatoes." She handed the basket to Mona and when Mona heard him in the stairs she smiled.

"Oh, Happy, have you met Al?" His aunt said and pointed towards Alice as she was walking towards the kitchen.

"Yes." Had he? And he hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. Crazy bitch!

"Al, is that you?" He heard his mother from the living room. Even his mom seemed to call her Al.

"Yes, it's me!" Alice yelled back but didn't take her eyes of him as she walked by.

"Come and have a look Al!" When Alice was standing just behind the couch his mom pointed at the TV. "Are any of those your type?"

"Vivian, this are re-runs of Dallas, I really don't think you'll find my type of man there."

"I'm just trying to figure out, you need a man."

Alice leaned over the backrest of the sofa and kissed his moms cheek. "I really don't, Vivian. But thank you."

"See you tomorrow night?"

"Of course."

He just looked at her, she was that close to his mom? She smiled at him as she passed him. "See you tomorrow."

Tomorrow? It took Happy a few seconds until he realized that she meant that he'll see her at work. When she was out the door he walked in and sat down next to his mom.

"She's really nice girl. Bit of slut though, thought I'd try to find her a proper man. Her last one was sort of an ass." Happy couldn't believe that his own mom was trying to pimp her out.

"She comes here often?"

"She stays with me as often as possible when Mona is working nights. She reminds me of me when I was young."

Mona was his moms half-sister, she was the result of his grandfather's second marriage to a much younger woman and was just a few years older than Happy. But the statement that Alice reminded his mom of her when she was young took Happy off guard.

"What?"

"I was kind of crazy you know."

"I really don't want to know mom."

No-one wanted to know shit like that about their parents. To him, his mom had always been a kind, extremely patient woman. He quite often felt bad for all the shit he had put her through, and still were putting her through. Telling her he had to do time, again, had been hard. She took it well, shook her head and gave him a kiss, telling him she'd move to her sister and stay there, at least until he got out. He hadn't been there for his mom and to find out that Alice had made him feel... strange, and grateful. It was nice of her, she was butt fucking crazy, but still nice.

His mom leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Are you going to store things here?"

"We might need to."

"Ok. But you need to make sure that someone is here if you do. Mona might be younger than me but we can't defend ourselves."

"You won't be alone mom, I'll make sure of it. I'll try to stay here as much as possible as well." Clay had made that promise, they would never be alone, the prospects would be very familiar with his mom an aunt, and they better show them some fucking respect.

"That would be nice."

Monday morning he got out of his room and got a cup of coffee from Bobby.

"It's really fucking nice to be out." Bobby said and took a sip from his coffee before jamming a muffin into his mouth. "The coffee inside sucks, this is some prime shit."

Half an hour later they were in the garage. Gemma pulled up the car and go out.

"It's nice to see you boys here." She said and kissed Bobby on the cheek. "How are you feeling?"

"Really fucking good, Gem." Tig said, "Nice to have your man home?"

"Oh, yes. Good to have you all home!"

She walked into the office.

"That is one good woman." Bobby said. They all hummed in agreement.

"One in a million." Kozik said.

The tow truck pulled up with a crashed car behind it and Chibs jumped out of the car from the driver seat and on the other side was Alice. Chibs and her were apparently in the middle of a discussion.

"And there's another fine woman." Juice said.

She was wearing jeans, folded up with work boots, a TM shirt, but more a girl model than the once they had, tank top underneath and her hair was tucked into a beanie. It didn't matter, she still looked good.

As they came walking up to the garage they heard parts of the discussion.

"Geez Chibs, are you insane?"

"Just sayin', I don't think it's a bad idea."

"It's a shit idea."

Suddenly they were interrupted by Gemma who opened the door to the office.

"Al! It's that guy on the phone again. Something about his bike."

"What about it?" She sounded annoyed.

"He wanted to talk to you, about what you did with it."

"I fixed it, what else can I say?"

Gemma said something in the phone, nodding, turned around and then back, holding the hand over the phone.

"He insists."

Alice just sighed and walked towards the office.

"Here we go again." Opie said.

"Yup." Kozik agreed.

"What?" Tig asked.

"They keep calling, saying they want to 'discuss' the cars or bikes they had fixed." Opie smiled.

"I saw this guy damaging his bike just down the street, to be able to hand it in." Kozik said and Happy couldn't believe it, they fucked up their bikes? They shouldn't be allowed to have bikes!

"Really, when?" Chibs asked.

"Last week."

"Probably the guy on the phone." Opie said. "He's been very eager."

"Yeah, it's that Honda."

Opie chuckled. "Idiot."

"What the fuck? They break their bikes so she can fix them?" Bobby said.

"Nah, only seen that guy do it."

"Fucking idiots." Jax laughed, "I'm sure she's really impressed with stuff like that."

Clay shrugged. "She's good for business then. Did you do a complete check up on her when she started?"

"Just a basic." Opie said. "We didn't have hacker here." Nodding towards Juice.

"Juice, I want a complete background, official and unofficial."

Happy looked towards the office. Alice was walking back and forth, she looked pretty annoyed. She hung up the phone and on her way out Gemma came walking towards her.

"What did he want?"

"Nothing." Was all she said. "Just some shit about his bike."

"Will he be coming back with it, again?" Gemma smiled.

"Probably, there were some 'strange sounds'." She rolled her eyes. "Dog! Help me with the car behind the tow truck."

"Idiot." Chibs, Opie and Kozik said in one mouth.

"20 bucks says he'll ask her out on a dinner." Kozik continued.

"Think she'll say yes?" Juice asked and the three of them turned their head and looked at him. "No?"

"Definitely not." Chibs said.

"Look at that ass!" Tig said.

"Ok boys, stop ogling the mechanic and get back to work." Clay said.

At lunch the Honda guy came around.

"He's gonna ask to talk to Al, please let him, Clay." Kozik said.

"Why?"

"It really pisses her off, it's hilarious." Opie answered.

Clay walked up to the guy, talked for a few minutes and then he called out "AL! Get over here!"

Suddenly all of them had something to do, quite close to the Honda guy. Al came walking and sighed when she saw him. They were talking for a while about the bike, he was trying to explain the sound that, most likely, didn't exist.

"We'll give you a call when I've gone through it."

"Hrm... so... you'll call then?" The guy asked.

"Someone'll call." She said again and just kept writing on the paper. She tore off the pice that was for the customer and handed it to him. They guy took the paper, carefully folded it while looking at her.

"Anything else?" She said.

"Yeah, I was wondering if..." He drifted off, Happy almost felt sorry for him, his face was scarlet red. But just almost, he also wanted to kick his ass.

"Yes?" She asked, she wasn't even smiling.

"Maybe you would have dinner with me."

Amazingly enough she looked baffled. "Erm, thank you but, I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Oh, hrm, well. If you change your mind you have my number."

"Yes, I do, thank you."

The guy walked off, hanging his shoulders. Alice turned around. "You assholes!"

Opie, Kozik, Chibs and Clay laughed. Happy pretended to be very interested in the car he was standing next to. No point in pissing her off.

"Come on, that was fun!" Kozik said.

"No it wasn't. Poor guy."

"If you felt so sorry for him, you could have just had dinner with him." Opie said. "Considering the amount of money he has spent her he almost deserved it."

"I was just arrested for fucking a guy in the toilet of a bar. I don't do dinners." She said and walked off.

"She's got a point." Tig said.

"It was still funny."

"Bobby, go give her one of you famous cups of coffee, that'll calm her down." Chibs said.

"Oh, she's a coffee girl?" Bobby said.

"Big time." Chibs smiled.

Alice was pissed. She hated when they did that, when Gemma handled the customers she never let them talk to her. She preferred it that way, she wasn't good with people and she didn't have the patience that was needed for the ogling guys.

She looked over at the other guys and noticed Happy, looking at her. He seemed to avoid her and she wasn't really sure why, if it was a general dislike of her or for the same reasons she was avoiding him.

Chibs walked up to her again.

"Like I said, I think it would be a good idea."

"No. I'm not coming here for a Friday party." She was staying away from those. Women were considered free pussy and she wasn't going to put herself through that. Trying to explain that she wasn't willing to fuck anyone who came up to her just cause she happened to be there.

"I think you'd have fun. And we would be happy to have you ."

"Thanks Chibs, I've been to Friday parties at clubs. I admit, it's been a while, but I remember them. I'm not doing that."

Chibs just shrugged, and walked away. She walked up to the Honda, she sat down on it, started it, and just as she expected, there was no strange sound. She turned it off and stood looking at it. What the fuck was she supposed to do with it?

"Clay!"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what to do with this. There's nothing wrong with it." She waved towards the bike.

"Leave it, I'll give him a call and have him pick it up. We'll charge him for half an hour."

"Ok."

During lunch they were all sitting around the picnic tables. She ended up in the same table as Happy. He didn't seem like much of a talker which wasn't a bad thing. That voice was driving her insane, she loved it.

Turned out that Juice was from Queens.

"What area?" Alice asked.

"Ridgewood."

"Oh, that's almost my hoods, well, at least almost Brooklyn."

"It's not Brooklyn!" He said with a firm voice.

"That sounded like a sore spot." Jax said looking at Alice.

"Yeah, it's been some discussions about Ridgewood, it's just on the border between Brooklyn and Queens. It's a touchy subject for some."

"It's fucking Queens." Juice said again. "Where did you live in Brooklyn?"

"Bay Ridge, Lapskaus Boulevard."

"Say what?" Clay looked confused.

"It was a Norwegian area, now it's mostly Asians living there. But mom lived there when she moved to New York. Even if she was Swedish she liked the area."

"You mom's Swedish?"

"Yeah, anyway, we moved to Caroll Gardens later, mom and dad still lives there. Or at least have a house there."

She glanced at Happy, his black eyes were fixated at her and she felt it in her entire body. She was getting nervous about it. She knew herself, he turned her on, and not a little. It was best to just avoid him completely.

In the afternoon Tara pulled into the lot. Alice was on her back under a car and Happy was doing his best to not stare.

He saw Jax walking toward his Old Lady who had Thomas on her arm and holding Abel in her other hand. When Al came out from underneath the car Abel started to run towards her.

"Al!" She gave him a smile that actually made Happy loose his breath. She walked toward Abel, tossed him the air.

"How's the love of my life!" She said and hugged him.

"Secret kiss!" He screamed and pulled off her beanie, her hair fell out, and he picked it up and wrapped it around his own head while pouting his lips at her.

"Lucky fucking kid." Tig said and Happy could only agree. "Seriously Killer, you can't say she's not hot."

"Didn't say she wasn't." He didn't want to talk about it.

"Don't think it's a coincident that some of the crow eaters are redheads all of a sudden."

Happy had noticed that too. In fact, the one giving him head yesterday was a redhead. They both looked at Alice who was still holding Abel in her arms. They were whispering things to each other and then he looked at her with a smile and she gave him a final kiss before letting him down and he ran back to Tara.

It was Friday and Church. Towards the end of the meeting Clay looked at Juice.

"So, give me the full story of our redhead mechanic."

They all turned their heads towards Juice. Clay hadn't orderd it for any other reason than that he really wanted to know her story not for gossip value. It was important to know who they let into the club. He trusted Gemma's word, she was Tara's friend but still. He didn't want any nasty surprises.

Juice started. "Ok, I'll start with the official shit first."

"Sounds good."

"Full name is Alice Vera Sedgwick, she's born November 30th 1982. Father is Alan James Sedgwick, a tattoo artist."

"Hang on, the Alan Sedgwick?" Bobby asked.

"Yes, the Alan Sedgwick." Juice nodded.

"Shit, did you guys know that?"

"Yeah." Opie said. "She mentioned it when we asked about her tattoo."

"Shit." Happy said. "He's really good."

"Any of your ink from him?" Piney asked Happy.

"Yeah. Three of them."

"Back to business gents." Clay said. If they drifted off they could go on forever.

"Eh.." Juice was trying to get back on track. "Mother is Astrid Ingrid Sedgwick, born Persson, As she mentioned earlier she is a native of Sweden." He said the last part with a smile.

"Oh, hence they beauty." Bobby smiled.

"Does she speak Swedish?" Clay looked at Jax.

"Yes, French and some Japanese as well according to Tara."

"Shit." Kozik said, "I didn't know that."

"Keep going Juice."

"One brother, Alex Alan Sedgwick, also a tattoo artist."

"Got one from him as well." Hap said. Clay wasn't surprised, considering the amount of ink Hap had he probably had a tattoo from every fucking artist in the country.

"They are twins by the way."

"Really?" Bobby said.

"Yup, born on the same day. She's been arrested Five times, six times including the one in Bakersfield. We've hear about one of them. But the first time was on the Brooklyn Bridge, in the company of a Mia Henderson 1998, they were both fifteen, very drunk according to the arresting officer and..." He smiled

"And what?" Clay asked

"... flashing themselves to the cars passing buy." He laughed and the rest fell in.

"She was fifteen?" Chibs said.

"Oh yes. The second time also in the company of Mia, June 12th 2000, so she was seventeen, this time though, they were mooning cars and they were on the Golden Gate Bridge."

"Jesus fucking christ!" Opie said and they all laughed.

"Then there's an arrest for Assault, breaking a guy's nose at a bar. According to the statement the guy grabbed her tits, he admitted to that."

"So, boys, keep your hands of her tits." Clay said pointing his finger.

"Definitely" Juice said, "She was 19 and when she was 20 she was arrested for Indecent exposure for the third time, she pressed her bare breasts against the window of a car."

"Shit!" Jax said.

"Your old lady is on that reported as 'present' on the last two."

"She never told you about that?" Chibs said.

"No." Jax kept laughing. "She really is butt fucking crazy."

"Last one is the Halloween incident, we've all heard about that one. Married to Paul Mark Cunningham 10th October 2007, she never changed her name to his, legally separated 9 months ago, she has filed for divorce but he hasn't signed the papers yet. They owned a garage and an apartment together in New York, he bought her shares of both six months ago, and she got a good price. She bought her house from an estate two weeks later."

"Shit, she works fast." Bobby said.

"Yeah, you're going to like this part Bobby, I got a copy of the divorce papers, on the line for how much she's asking for in alimony, guess what she's asking for."

"Considering that she caught the guy in bed with another woman I would guess a massive amount." Kozik said.

"She what?" Tig said.

"Yeah, walked in on him, taking some bitch doggy style." Opie said.

They laughed, ooohhh's and woaw's filling the room.

"Packed up her shit and was in Charming two days later." Jax smiled.

"How much?" Bobby said. Alimony was a sore spot for Bobby, Clay knew that. Juice handed him the paper and Bobby looked at it. "What the fuck!"

"How much?" Tig asked.

"Nothing!"

"What!" Piney asked.

"Tara mentioned that, said that Al didn't want anything since she didn't want anything to do with the guy. Said it was just something that would force her to have contact with him." Jax explained.

"That is one pissed off lady." Clay said.

"Or smart," Tig said. "Bet our exes are just ecstatic about dealing with us on a pretty fucking regular basis."

Clay laughed at that.

"To the more informal info. She's worked at shitloads of places, including a strip club for six months when she was 18."

"Shit? As a stripper." Opie asked.

"Doesn't say, you know anything about that Jax?"

"No. I think that might be before she knew Tara."

"Anyway, that girl Mia worked there at the same time. A number of bars, garages. I called up some of the SOA charters where I knew her dad and brother used to work. The guys in New York naturally knew her quite well but she's been to quite a few."

"And?" This was the part Clay was really interested in.

"Only good things to say. Three of them wanted to know if she would be here for a while since they said she worked magic on bikes. And they were serious, made me promise to call them back."

"Wow!" Tig said.

"She's that good." Chibs said.

"They also said she understood exactly how clubs worked, she hadn't really been apart of it since she was 18 or 19, all of them pointed out that she had never been involved or even fucked any member or even anyone affiliated with the clubs."

"Not one? Ever?" Kozik asked.

"No."

"Pretty fucking impressive if you ask me." Clay said. He really was impressed. She knew what she was doing and had earned the respect from the clubs. Not many women managed to do that without being an old lady.

"Her mom is a famous fashion photographer. I found some of her pictures, worked for all the big fashion magazines."

"You would know." Hap teased him.

"Hey, even you have to know what Vogue is."

"Not really."

"Anyway, she's also done some exhibitions, one specifically famous, called 'family album' which is, well, pictures of the family."

"Of her?"

"Oh yes. A series of them are called 'Birthday pictures'. It's Alice and her brother, one taken every year on their birthday. That's these." Juice tossed a bunch of pictures on the table. "I wrote their age on the back. I just picked out a few of them, mostly when they're in their teens."

Clay picked up the pictures. They were all in black and white. On the one saying four years were two small children standing facing with each other with knitted sweaters, underwear and socks, laughing in excitement the way only small kids can.

Thirteen they also had knitted, white sweaters, Alice was on the guys back, her head on his left shoulder and holding her hand over his right eye.

Fifteen, again with knitted sweaters, white underwear and socks, it was the two of them from the side, him with her back towards her, between her legs, looking into the camera and her screaming into his ear.

Seventeen, was a close up of the two of them looking out of the neck in the same sweater, her hands holding the lining of the neck, looking straight into the camera and him leaning his head on hers.

Twenty was his favorite though, he had the arm of his knitted sweater around her neck and over his head, looking into the camera and her face was really close to his, poking his cheek.

"Shit, she's obviously been beautiful her entire life." Bobby said. "Looks like she's teasing him on every picture."

"These are really fucking good pictures." Jax said.

"You haven't seen the other ones." Juice said with and threw another stack on the table. "These are a mix from different parts of the show."

"Tara told me that Al's mom didn't believe in snapshots, she reenacted the moments afterwards, like fashion photographs." Jax said

"Yeah. I read that."

Happy couldn't take his eyes of the pictures. There was one with only her legs, she was lying on the floor with shiny shoes and a really short dress, she had killer fucking legs.

Another one of her in a black dress, lying on her back on a horse. One with extremely sexy eyes, it looked like she had short hair, lying over a pillow, looking past the camera with her tongue sticking out of her mouth.

The one that really took his breath away was with her hair up, slightly from the side with a thin golden chain around her neck and an almost confused look on her face. Shit! It was fucking ridiculous how hot she was.

"I have a personal favorite though. It's apparently a picture taken as a punishment for her flashing episode on Brooklyn Bridge. A part of the fashion photographs way of remembering moments.."

Happy managed to tear his eyes of the picture and looked at Juice, he had the biggest fucking smile on his face.

"Hang on, she took a topless picture of her fifteen year old daughter?" Piney said who was the first to connect the dots and figure out what Juice was really saying.

"Oh yes." Juice held up the picture. Happy leaned forward to see it.

"Jesus fucking Christ and the donkey he came riding on!" Tig said.

"She's fifteen on that picture!" Jax almost screamed.

Happy couldn't take his eyes of it. She had hair like a 30's movie star, her body towards the right of the picture and she looking to left of the picture, chin upwards, lips slightly separated, clearly defined collarbones and her breast, fuck! Those breasts, not much more that a mouthful with small hard nipples, pointing towards the ceiling. Fifteen and fucking perfect in every way.

Suddenly Clay slammed his hammer into the table, "Ok boys, you do realize that you are drooling over a girl who's fifteen."

"But look at that, she doesn't look fifteen!" Tig said.

"Even so, give me all those pictures. I'm giving them to Gemma for safe keeping." Protests around the table but they handed the pictures to Clay.

"Believe me, there were better pictures."

"If these are spread around the club Juice, I'll have you ass."

"Promise, won't do anything like it."

"Anything else that is not for pure jerk-off value?"

"No, not really."

"Ok, I'm totally ok with her, don't think she'll be any trouble, she's got a good reputation, even if Juice has ruined that with the pictures."

"Not really, they're quite famous. It one of the New York members who tipped me off, he had been to the opening of the exhibition."

"Has she's been in Tacoma?" Happy asked.

"Yeah, just for about two months, while her dad worked there, little over a year ago. You were a Nomad then."

"Ok, anyway, do I need to take it to a vote or can we just agree that she stays here for as long as she please."

No one protested.

The following months Happy felt like he saw her all the fucking time. During the days she was at the garage in tight fucking jeans that were hugging her sexy ass, work boots and a grey short sleeved work shirt. Her unbelievable hair was hidden inside a beanie, he didn't like that, he wanted to see her hair.

During the evenings he knew she was just on the other side of the fence. He sometimes saw her through the kitchen window and sometimes she came by to have a quick word with his mom.

One night he walked into the living room and found his mother in the couch, looking at some fucking zombie-movie.

"What the hell are you watching?"

"28 days later. Alice and I are always watching horror-movies. I really like the ones with zombies."

He looked at his mom, he would never had guessed that she liked shit like that. Then he realized what she had said and turned his eyes over to the other couch. And there she was, as fucking beautiful as ever. He just couldn't escape the bitch! She was lying on her back, one arm behind her head and the other one just under hear breasts, her fucking amazing hair all over the couch, sleeping.

The others seemed to be getting over the way she looked, she was a good mechanic and so natural that they seemed to only view her as the 'bike mechanic'. He couldn't and he didn't know why. He usually didn't like bitches who refused to be bitches and tried to be men. Bitches wore high heals, short skirts and tight tops. They didn't get greasy hands and told a man how to treat his bike, she did that.

Now she was in a t-shirt, jeans and bare feet on his aunts couch, sleeping. He realized that he was staring and turned his eyes to his mom. She just raised her eyebrows and smiled. Another smart fucking bitch, she better not open her mouth!

"Wake her up, tell her she can go home." She said, still with a smile.

"You wake her up."

"Are you gonna ask your sick mom to get up from the couch and do it?"

"Geez." He walked up to the couch and carefully pushed her on her shoulder. "Hey, Al!"

She opened those blazing green eyes and locked them to his. Fuck! It felt like he was hit in the head when she did that.

"Oh, shit, I fell asleep."

"You go home sweetie. Happy is home so I'll be fine."

Al rubbed her eyes and then started to stretch her body, starting with her feet, going up over the legs and the bending her entire back back in an arch finally also stretching the arms. She looked like a fucking cat and he felt himself getting a boner. She finished off by twisting her hair, stuffing it down the back of her t-shirt.

"Ok, we'll watch the end of the movie next time." she smiled. "On the other hand, the ending is not as good as the first half."

"Still want to see the entire film."

"Ok." Alice smiled and gave his mom a kiss on the cheek.

He watched as she walked out the door, waving her hand she said "Sleep tight" and walked out.

Gemma was standing in the office looking at the men and the girl working. They were all talking and laughing. The only one who wasn't engaged in the conversations was, as usual, Happy.

The others had gotten over Al femaleness in a matter of weeks, Happy hadn't, and if Gemma wasn't mistaken, Al kept her eyes on Happy as well. She was good and Gemma didn't think anyone else, including Tara, had noticed those green eyes who kept landing upon the killer. Gemma smiled, she really didn't mind, if anyone could handle him it would be Al, and the other way around as well. A weaker man than that, Al would run him over.

Clay walked through the door.

"Love." He gave her a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, honey."

"What are you plotting?"

"Nothing." He didn't need to know. And she wasn't really plotting, merely looking.

"Don't you try with me, I know that face."

"Just looking."

"At what?"

"The man who obviously didn't get over Al."

"Who?"

"Don't worry about it, it will all be just fine." She said and walked over to him, placing her lips on his. He would just be worried that Happy would get soft and Gemma wasn't worried about that.

"I always worry when you have that face, things tend to get complicated."

"Oh, I think this will turn out just fine."

"I'm just going to have to trust you, right?" Clay said and looked uncomfortable.

Gemma just patted his cheeks, smiling at him.

She turned around just in time to see a Pontiac Firebird turning up on the drive way.