Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or the characters. It's all Kurt Sutter's doing.

I forgot some very important information before the first chapter and when I added it I wrote that it starts after the first episode of the second season, which it doesn't, I'm so sorry. I've added the correct info below and changed it in the first chapter as well

This story takes place during the second season of the show. It stars between the second and third episode and I've taken major liberties with the timeline. I haven't written a story that's based on the show like this before and It's kind of fun. However, I don't want to reinvent the wheel so I'm not going to write the exact scenes unless my OC is in them. I'm kind of assuming that you all have seen the second season, and if you haven't you'll probably be able to follow the story anyway.

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Chapter 2: You should've listened to Gemma

Happy was back at the club house and found most of the Sons standing around the bar.

"Hey, how did it go?" Jax asked and the rest of them looked at him.

"She's running from the kids dad. Jonah something."

"Hey, Hap, found some other stuff on that chick." Juice came walking towards him with his laptop in his hands. "This is some nasty shit."

"What?" Happy asked.

Juice put the computer on the bar and flipped it open. "This dude, Jonah Richardson, she had a restraining order filed against him over six years ago. Since I couldn't find anything on her I did some digging on him instead."

"She said she left when she got pregnant, probably when she got that restraining order."

"He has violated it like six times, beat her up really bad a few of the them."

"Why the fuck isn't he in jail?" Jax asked

"Good lawyer, fuck do I know?" Juice shrugged.

"It's usually like that with domestic abuse." Bobby said. "They can't do anything until the fucker kills the chick. Fucking hopeless."

"Last time he violated it was four months ago, in Washington."

"Washington? She said she moved here from San Francisco."

"She probably lied." Tig said.

"How did she know Jack?" It was Jax asking the question.

"A friend of her parents." Happy explained. "Said he helped her out, to move here and shit."

Gemma and Tara came though the door. Happy had noticed that they had started to get along a lot better the last couple of weeks.

"What are you up to?" Tara asked as she put her arm around Jax.

"Talking about that chick, with the girl who know everything about bikes." Jax explained.

"What about her?"

"She's on the run from some abusive fuck, her girls dad." Juice was keeping his eyes on the screen.

"Jack just said it was one of her ex's." Gemma said. "What did he do to her?"

"More a question of what he didn't do to her." He tapped the keyboard. "These documents are sealed but I got limited access to them. Violating restraining order, assault, aggravated assault, rape, that was the first three years. She hasn't filed any charges the last couple of years as far as I can tell. Probably didn't think there was any point since he was never convicted. Looks like she disappeared before the trial most of the times. He probably threatened her."

Happy felt sick, why the fuck had he grabbed her like that? He looked at the others. He knew these people, they had done some bad shit, not even mentioning what he had done, but this was just... sick. Gemma and Tara looked about as sick as he felt.

"What did she tell you?" Jax looked at him.

"She met him after her parents had died, her brother was on drugs and she was..." he wasn't sure how to finish it.

"... easy prey." Gemma nodded.

"Something like that. Stayed with him for four years and took off when she got pregnant."

"Four years?" Chibs said. "What the fuck?"

"It's hard for these women. And she was alone, she didn't have anyone else and the probably kept her isolated from other friends as well." Tara said in a defensive tone. "I'm quite impressed she managed to leave at all. Took a lot of guts."

"Becoming a mother changes you perspective on a lot of things." Gemma turned her attention back to him. "Where does she live?"

"In one of the apartments on 7th and Park Lane."

"Those dumps?" She looked horrified.

"She probably couldn't afford anything else." Hap shrugged.

"Does she have a job?" Tara asked.

"Said she worked part time at the library."

"You need a masters to do that." She seemed surprised. "Masters in Library science is probably not that many years of education, but even so."

Juice kept clicking on the computer. "Just says she's got one, took it four years ago, doesn't say where though. Probably to protect her."

"That's fucking impressive." Clay said. "Taking a masters with a kid and on the run."

That was fucking impressive. Hap thought about her, standing in front of him with a bat in her hand telling him that she was considering hitting him with it. She didn't come off as a bitch who stayed with a guy who abused her for four years. When he grabbed her, she didn't cry, the only thing she did was asking him not to hurt her kid.

"So what now?" Bobby asked. "Leave her to her faith or try to help her? I know we're not running a fucking charity here but..."

"We can't just 'leave her to her faith'." Gemma looked horrified.

He decided that they needed to know. "She's about to run again."

"Why?"

"Because I came around and asked questions. Guess she thinks it's best she disappears again."

"Clay, we can't let her do that! We can't be the reason she feels the need to run again." Gemma said.

"We keep Charming safe, just like we always have. And she's in Charming." Clay said.

"I hate to be this fucking guy again..." Tig said. "But are we really going let an outsider into our business? Just because we feel sorry for her. I mean... those chicks are pretty fucking common."

"She's got a little girl! There's nothing saying that guy won't kill her and her girl after he rapes her the next time." Gemma was looking angry. Happy thought it was a bit odd. Gemma wasn't usually soft on outside people and he wondered why she was so defensive of this chick.

"Statistic says that's what he's going to do sooner or later." Bobby said.

"We're not going to let her into our business but that doesn't mean we can't keep an eye on her." Clay said. "Hap, did you get to know her?"

"A little." He argued with himself for a while on whether he was going to tell them or not, and finally decided it was easier to tell them. "I told her I was going to teach her to use a gun."

They all turned their eyes to him and looked stunned. He just glared back at them, daring them to comment on it. Finally Chibs opened his mouth.

"She can't use it?"

"She doesn't have one." He answered.

"You're shitting me?" Jax managed to look even more surprised, they all did.

"Why the fuck isn't she packing?" Clay asked.

"Said she didn't want one in the house with the kid."

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Juice said, pretty much summing up what they all felt.

"Good, teach her." Clay said he slammed his hand on the counter to indicate that the discussion was over. Then he took Happy to the side. "See what else you can find out. If anything seems off, I want to know immediately. I want to make sure that this isn't some bullshit or just some girl trying to become an old lady."

"Sure, Prez."

"We've had those before so double eyes, make sure she's ok and that she's not up to something. I'm not in the habit of trusting women. It all seems legit by it's a bit too fucking convenient that she lands on our lot."

"Jack sent her." Happy reminded him. "And Gemma asked me to give her a ride."

Clay just laughed. "You've got a lot to learn about women, Killer. But I'll have Jax talk to Jack to see what he has to say."

Happy just nodded. Gemma motioned to him to come over and he went to see what the Queen wanted.

-o0o-

"Hey, where did you go?" Jax asked Tara when they were about to go to bed later that evening.

"Thinking about that woman. With the kid."

"Ava?"

"Yeah." Jax looked at Tara and knew what she was thinking.

"That couldn't have been you, you know that."

"But it could Jax. It was. I just got out quicker. She was so young when she met that guy, no family, nothing. She had no where to run and she still did it. With a kid, got an education. She's..."

"She's what?"

"I know you guys probably think she's weak..."

"I don't!" He tried to defend himself.

"You just don't get it, how strong she had to be to do those things. To just keep going and take care of a kid."

Jax looked at her, he might not have thought she was weak, but probably not strong either. Tara probably had a point. The kid seemed fine. The mom seemed fine as well. He guessed you would have to be strong if you came out of something like that and still managed to come off as completely normal. And get a kid that seemed completely normal as well.

"I guess so." He put his arms around Tara.

"Why did Hap agree to help her?"

"Beats me." Jax had been wondered the same thing. "He gave her a lift home yesterday. Clay sent him there since she knew him, no idea what happened when he was there. Could just be that nice piece of ass. Don't know."

"Think he'll be nice to her. I mean..." Tara was struggling with the words and Jax gave her a hug to calm her down.

"She talked to him at least, agreed to let him teach her to use a gun."

"She probably didn't dare to say no." Tara laughed. "You know he scares the shit outta me when he looks at me."

"He wouldn't do anything to you. He'd defend you to the death if I asked him to."

"I know, he's just... scary."

"You can trust him, honey."

"Think she can?"

"Yeah, Clay said we were going to keep an eye on her. Happy'll do that."

"I'd like to meet her. And her kid, she seemed wonderful."

"I'm sure you will. I'm mostly surprised about mom's reaction. She seemed ready to shoot that guy herself."

"Yeah..." That was all Tara said, he kissed her and a while later they were both sleeping.

-o0o-

Happy came the next morning, just like he said he would. She had kind of hoped that it was something he would just say and then forget about it. But he didn't, and nine o'clock he was outside her door.

"Do you want some coffee?"

He just shook his head. Such a talker, she thought to herself. Not that it bothered her, she never saw the point in filling the silence with useless chatter.

"Where are we going?" She just wanted to know, since she didn't have a car she wanted to make sure she got back in time to pick up Grace from school.

"You'll see."

'Such a helpful and informative man'. But she picked up her things and locked the door. "How are we getting there then?"

"I got your car."

She walked out and saw her baby! She loved that car, she got up to it and felt herself smiling like an idiot before remembering the tough part. "How much?"

"Nothing." He answered and walked towards the drivers side.

"What! Why?"

"Special deal."

That was a bonus, but she didn't like to owe people anything. "Why?"

"Jack asked for it."

"You're not going to tell me, are you?" He just shook his head and started to open the door. "Hey, what do you think you're doing?"

"I'm driving."

"No way, this is my car!"

"Get in!"

She didn't, she just stood there, arms crossed. He started the car and she still didn't get in. He could drive off for all she cared, that was her fucking car and he was not driving it while she was in it.

He leaned over to the passenger side and opened the door. "Are you coming?"

"I'm driving or I'm going back inside." He stared at her and she just stared back. Finally she explained. "This car is my second baby, I've had it since I was seventeen, it was the last thing my parents bought me. There is no fucking way I'm going to let you drive it with me in it."

He stared at her for a few more minutes, she saw a twitch in the corners of his mouth and then he moved over to the passenger seat. She walked around to the other side with a big smile on her face. Got in and stroked the dashboard. "You ok baby? Did the big bad biker treat you nicely?"

"Are you talking to you car?" He stared at her in disbelief.

"Do you talk to you bike?" He kept looking at her for a while and then just turned his head to the windshield. "Were are we going?"

"We're need to make a stop at Gemma's first. Just drive, I'll tell you were to turn."

"You need to point."

"What?"

"I'm not very good at left and right, you need to point."

She had never been able to keep the two apart, it was a constant source of amusement to her brother. And anger. If she was to give direction their car rides usually ended with him screaming; 'Just fucking point, don't say anything, just point"

"Jesus fucking Christ." She heard Happy mutter next to her, mostly to himself.

Gemma came with two hatboxes full of guns and had her try each and everyone to figure out which one suited her hand the best. Her only requirement was that it had to have a safety and that it wasn't too easy to pull.

"It's going to be though for you, hon', if the trigger is hard."

"I'm not planing on shooting with it very often, or that many times." She was actually planing on hiding it somewhere and then forget that she had it. But she couldn't really say that.

When they got out in to the car again, Happy looked at her. "You do realize that I'm going to make fucking sure you keep that gun handy and not let you just hide it away."

'Bastard', she thought. He picked up on that. "Sure."

It's wasn't like he was going to stay around forever. From the corner of her eye she saw him staring at her, that twitch in the corner of his mouth was there again. She refused to acknowledge it and just kept driving in the direction he had given her. He turned his eyes to the road after a while and the rest of the way they didn't say anything but 'that way' as he pointed.

-o0o-

Happy handed her the gun, it was a small Glock 22. Gemma had said it was a good gun to start with and he kind of agreed. The trigger was a bit too hard as far as he was concerned but he was going to make that very obvious to her.

He had seen the look on her face, she wasn't planning on using it, he was going to make dame sure she was comfortable with it, and that she kept it handy. The 'sure' in the car didn't fool him for one second.

Stubborn bitch! And the stunt with the car. He felt like a bitch sitting next to her when she was driving. How the fuck did a woman like this accept a man beating her for four years? He couldn't even get her inside a god damn car!

He was standing next to her, he pulled out his own gun. "Look at me. It'll be a kick so you need to braise for it. Hold the gun, but not to hard, just with a determined grip. Aim and then take a breath and squeeze the trigger. Don't pull."

He fired a couple of rounds and she looked at the target.

"Do you have a gun with you at all times?"

"Yeah. Your turn."

She held the gun in front of her in completely the wrong way. He walked up to her to correct her stance but when he touched her she flinched. He held up his hands, palms out. Not a smart move to scare a woman with a gun. In this case she would probably shoot herself in foot before thinking about aiming it at him. But even so.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm just going to show you how to position yourself. Ok?"

She looked at him cautiously for a few seconds and then nodded. He found it hard to understand that a women who stared him down over who was going to drive the car completely freaked out when he touched her.

He was standing behind her, his hands on her arms, she was completely stiff. "You need to breathe."

"I'm trying." She said with her jaws clamped shut.

"I won't hurt you, just try to relax." He felt her taking a few deep breaths. "Now focus on the target, just block out everything else, me too, just zoom in on it. And when you are ready, take a deep breath and while letting it out, squeeze the trigger."

She stood there for a few seconds, he felt her taking a deep breath and then she took the shoot. It wasn't to bad.

"I hit it." She leaned forward. "Kind of."

"Good, now you're going to do that over and over again until I say you can stop."

-o0o-

Her right hand were aching so bad she could hardly put the key in the ignition of the car. She saw him looking at her with a smile. That fucking bastard, he seemed to know what she was thinking the entire time.

"Don't!"

"I wasn't going to!" He smiled.

"Yes you were, and just don't!"

"Want me to drive?" She looked at him over the edge of her sunglasses, she had to admit that this was going to be a problem.

"Fuck!" she said and then opened the door. She walked around to the other side and got in on the passenger seat. "If you ever tell anyone I will shoot you."

He just smiled. "You should've listened to Gemma."

He took her to the school and they were leaning towards the car when Grace came running. She caught her in her arms, lifted her up and hugged her tight.

"How was your day?"

"Good, Peter Worthington puked after recess, he ate a worm."

"Charming! Why would he do that?"

"I don't know." She turned towards the car and saw Happy. "Hi, what are you doing here?"

"I helped your mom with something." he answered.

"With what?"

"He just brought me the car, honey." she walked up to him and extended her hand. "I'll drive." She didn't want Grace to wonder why she wasn't driving. If she told him her hand hurt she might think that Happy had done something. He just looked at her but handed her the key.

"Give me a lift to the garage."

"Sure."

She made sure that Grace was buckled up and then started the car. It was still hurting, but she just jammed her jaws shut and try to focus on Grace's chatter about her day instead. She noticed Happy looking at her but he didn't say anything. When they got to the garage she turned towards him.

"So..."

"So?"

"I'm not going to pay you, or them?"

"No."

"For anything?"

She was referring to the gun as well as the car but the crooked smile he gave her made her realize that he was referring to something else when he answered. "No, not this time."

She just plastered a smile on her face, trying to not shudder at the thought of the sexual implication. She didn't like sex, she hadn't actually had sex since she was around eighteen. She was pretty sure sex wasn't supposed to be like the things Jonah had done to her the last years of their so-called relationship.

"Thanks." That was all she said, and then she took off.