Disclaimer: I don't of Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters in the show. It's the property of Kurt Sutter, Sutter Ink and FX.

This does not take place between the two stories. It was in 'Crooked Rain' but I needed to take it out. I takes place after Grace has been with Skip for a while. It messed up the pace in the story and being a big believer in 'Kill You Darlings' I cut it.

I did however think it was great and I also loved that it was with Happy and Lemmy so I worked on it to make it work more or less on its own and thought I'd share it.

I've had some questions about the new cover to this. Yes, It's Grace and Peter.

Kiddo, I have no idea

Happy looked at Lemmy sitting next to him. He took a sip from his coke and then sneezed. For some reason Lemmy tended to sneeze when he drank fizzy drinks but he hated ice cream.

"I like Skip," he said and even if he tried to make it sound like it came out of nowhere, Happy damn well knew that it didn't.

"Good."

"Do you like him?"

"Yes." Lemmy looked up at him with a skeptical look so he tried again. "I like him."

"But you'd like him more if he wasn't with Grace." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Probably." Lemmy was quiet again.

The weekly sessions with Lemmy was very different from the ones with Grace. Grace talked a lot, all the time and Lemmy didn't. It was like sitting next to a kid version of oneself when he sat next to Lemmy. 'Mini-Happy', that's what Grace sometimes called him and Happy liked it.

"If I wanted to become a Son, would you be ok with that?"

"You can be anything you want kid. I'm always on your side." For some reason he would prefer if Lemmy didn't become a Son. He'd want him to have a normal life but just as Grace had been bound to end up with a biker, Lemmy was probably bound to become one.

"Skip and Tiny grew up in the club."

"Yes."

"And Opie and Jax." Lemmy looked up at him again. "Did you know that Jax decided to join after he'd fixed his dad's bike? The panhead that's standing at the club."

"Yeah. I knew that. How did you know?"

"Thomas told me. Skip said he'd always wanted to be a son."

"You asked him?"

"Yeah."

"You two talk a lot?" He had seen them at the clubhouse now and then, in the couch or at the bar, talking. He quite often found them at home in front of the TV, hanging out.

"Sometimes. I like him."

"You told me." Happy lit a smoke. "Why?"

"He's nice and he really likes Grace."

That was very true. The kid really liked Grace. Butt fucking crazy about her was another way to put it and it was a mutual. Happy wondered how long it would take before he'd move to Charming.

"Yeah, he does," he finally answered Lemmy's statement. "He likes her a lot."

They were quiet again for a while and Happy finished the smoke.

"Could we move my room?" Lemmy suddenly said and Happy had to bite his cheeks to not laugh. "To the one next to Grace's."

"Sure you don't want the one we have as the guestroom now?"

"I'd like the one next to Grace."

Happy cleared his throat. This would be awkward. "You know, you could hear her too now."

He did his very best to not laugh but when Lemmy looked at him in horror with a scarlet red face, he couldn't help himself.

"Didn't think about that." He finally said, then he looked even more horrified. "She told you?!"

"Don't give her a hard time about it." He was still red as a tomato and was staring into the ground. He mumbled something but Happy couldn't hear what. "What did you say?"

"I really wished she hadn't."

"Kid, everyone has heard their parents. I know it's horrible and I'm sorry." He put his arm around Lemmy. "And you know it's because I really love your mom."

"You don't say that to her very often."

"No. I don't."

"Why? You tell me and Grace all the time."

"Yeah, but you're my kids. And before the two of you and your mom I haven't told that to that many people at all. I tell your mom when she needs to hear it 'cause it makes her happy. I tell you all the time 'cause kids need to hear it all the time."

"Mom says it to you often."

"I'm like a kid. I need to hear it all the time." Lemmy finally smiled and Happy hugged him. "What else is on your mind? You've been about to tell me something since we got here."

"I asked Grace about Jonah."

Happy liked that Grace and Lemmy was close, that they talked to each other about shit when they didn't want to ask him or Ava. But he wished that they at least let him in on stuff like this.

"What about him?"

"He hurt mom." Happy nodded. "But he never hurt Grace."

"No."

That did depend on how you defined 'hurt'. He'd never hit her but in some ways he'd damaged Grace even worse than Ava. He wasn't sure how to explain that to Lemmy and that was probably not the point anyway.

"Grace said it's because mom is the bravest woman alive. That she'd do anything for us."

"She would." Happy kissed Lemmy's head. "She sure would, Kiddo. Anything." Lemmy looked up at him. "What else did Grace say?"

"She didn't exactly say it but I asked her." He knew that look.

He'd seen it once before on Grace. When she was six years old, sitting on the garage floor with her arms around her knees and asking him he'd killer her father. Even if he'd never talked to Lemmy about what he did, what he was, Lemmy knew.

"If I killed him?" Lemmy nodded. "I did."

"I know." Lemmy moved closer to him. "Grace said she figured it out and that she asked you." Grace was good at that, figuring things out and Lemmy was too.

"Yeah. She did." No matter what happened he would never forget that. Or her hugging him and promising she'd never tell anyone.

"What did she say?"

"That she loved me." Lemmy looked up at him and Happy smiled. "It was the first time she said that."

"She really is crazy," Lemmy laughed. "Michael at my school said I have the hottest big sister of everyone."

"Really?"

Lemmy nodded. "But he also eats his boogers."

"Nice kid."

"Not really. When I want to date do you think you'll be like you were with Grace?"

"Probably not. Got anyone in mind?"

"No!" Lemmy almost yelled with red cheeks. He sure had someone in mind and Happy was very curious about who the girl was. "Just... you know. Wanted to know."

"Why are you asking?"

"Abel's sort of in love with a girl."

If this had been Grace he'd never let her get away with something so pathetic but Grace was a lot easier to get talking than Lemmy. You had to let him get away with things and just keep him talking. He'd fess up eventually.

"Yeah? Anyone we know?" Lemmy shrugged and Happy tried to hide his smile. "It's easier when it's the son."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Your mom says it's because I'm a male chauvinist ass but I think I just want to make sure she's with someone who'll treat her right."

"I just don't... get girls. They're weird."

"You'll never 'get' girls'."

"I won't ever understand them?"

"No. Never. Not even your own daughters."

"That's depressing." Lemmy slumped a bit next to him. "They look at me and giggle."

In Happy's experience that quite often wasn't because they found him funny. "All of them?"

"No, but Alice's friends does"

"Alice?"

"The blond girl with blue eyes in my class."

"Pretty?" Lemmy swallowed and nodded at Happy's question. He had been right, Lemmy did have someone in mind. "So she looks at you with red cheeks and her friends giggle?"

"Yeah." He had big eyes. "How did you know?"

"Think you should ask her on a date."

"I'm ten!"

"Wait a couple of years and then ask her then. Or ask if your friend and her friends can do something. It's easier if it's not just the two of you."

It struck Happy that if this had been Grace talking to him when she was ten he probably wouldn't have been this helpful. Not even back then. On the other hand, if this had been Grace talking to Lemmy she would've said the same thing.

"Did you go on dates when you were ten?"

"You should probably not do what I did with girls, no matter what age you are," he said and then he laughed. "I wasn't very nice."

"Are you now?"

"I'm nice to your mom."

"I know that. I mean with other girls."

It was a very innocent questions since Lemmy wasn't thinking about it the way he was but it still hit a sore spot. He was nice to Ava, now.

"Only girls I bother with are your mom, your sister and the other Old Ladies at the club. The rest I stay away from."

"Why?"

"It's easier that way, Kiddo."

He couldn't really tell Lemmy that any other of the women surrounding the club was just trying to get one of the members into bed. And he would never tell him that he had quite often taken advantage of that. It probably wasn't long until he'd figure that out on his own.

"Cause you don't understand them?"

"Women are trouble, some of them are worth it, some are not. I stay away from those who aren't worth it."

"How do you know who's worth it?"

"That's what you need to learn."

"How do I learn that?"

"Kiddo, I have no idea. I got lucky with your mom."

"Cause Grace pimped her out."

"Not just that but Grace helped. I was lucky that a woman like your mom even gave me a chance." In all honesty he hadn't given her much of an opportunity to get rid of him. He hugged his son. "You'll figure it out. At least figure out enough to get by."

"She's really pretty."

"Alice?" Happy asked and Lemmy nodded. "Talk to her when she's alone, that way you don't have to put up with her giggling friends."

Having dealt with Grace, a girl, made it quite a lot easier to deal with Lemmy. He understood him in another way. His 'Mini-Happy'. They were very much alike. Lemmy was smarter, wicked smart, just like his sister and mom.

"Dad."

"Yes?"

"You're great. I love you."

"Love you too, Kiddo."