A/N: I do not own anything about Sons of Anarchy. It belongs completely to Kurt Sutter, and I am just so glad to be allowed to play in the wonderful world he created.

Chapter Ten

Charlie huffed when she heard a motorcycle behind her. She continued walking, keeping her eyes straight ahead as the bike slowed down beside her. The engine cut off and she looked over at Happy who stayed seated.

"Really? They sent you?"

"Couldn't have you shoot the VP, doctor, or SAA." Happy said quietly as he took off his sunglasses and looked at her. "Get on the fucking bike."

"No."

"You realize you're acting like a child."

Charlie gritted her teeth and took a step towards him. "Do you realize that my father just called me a whore? In front of most of the club, no less?"

Happy shrugged. "So what? If you're a whore, own it."

Charlie took both hands and shoved him on the chest. Happy let himself fall back a little, but he stayed on the bike. "I'm not a fucking whore! I've slept with three people since I was seventeen, for heaven's sake. You people sleep with three women a night, and that's being conservative!"

Happy was silent for a moment, and then he said, "So, actually, you're not a whore - you're a prude."

Charlie groaned in frustration and stomped her foot. "No, I'm not! I just really like the sex with Tully, and it's hard to get that with someone else. He meets certain… criteria."

Happy raised an eyebrow. "He's a peckerwood with a fucked up haircut. That's your thing?"

Charlie shook her head and sighed. "If I get on the bike, can we drop this?"

"No, I'm interested now. Is this what Chibs was talkin' about the other night? About you liking it if I hit you? You some kind of rough sex freak?"

Charlie glared at him. "You do realize that you and Tig are freakier than anything I could ever be into, right?"

"Well yeah, but people expect it from us. You're Opie's sweet little sister. I mean, you obviously have some series issues when it comes to the people you chose to fuck, but I didn't peg you for a sexual deviant." Happy grinned at her, and Charlie realized that this was the first time she had seen him smile. He was actually kind of handsome when he smiled.

Charlie felt her cheeks heat up and she bit the inside of her cheek. "Okay, I am not a sexual deviant. I just have certain preferences when it comes to enjoying sex, alright? Can we go now?"

Happy shrugged. "Sure, we can go. Don't think this is a free ride, though. Chibs was talking about steaks earlier, so I guess I'm staying for dinner." Happy handed her his helmet.

Charlie snapped on the helmet and swung her leg over the bike, placing her hands on his shoulders as she pressed against his back. She whispered in his ear, "What? You don't want a blowjob as payment?" She felt Happy's shoulders tighten under his kutte and she sat down, grinning at the obvious tension in his neck. "I can put a crow eater to shame."

Happy cleared his throat and hoisted the bike off its kickstand. "Don't see how. You've only had sex with three guys."

Charlie laughed. "You don't have to have sex to suck a dick, Happy. I'm sure you've had your dick sucked plenty of times without fucking the crow eater that gave it to you."

Happy just grunted and started the bike, and Charlie lifted her feet onto the pegs as he started down the road. Charlie laughed to herself quietly as the tension in Happy's shoulders didn't recede. Okay, so you did kind of act like a whore there, Charlie-girl, she thought to herself. But everyone's calling you one, so why not embrace it? They pulled up to Chibs' house and saw that Juice and Chibs' bikes were already parked out front. Charlie climbed off the bike and pulled the helmet off, handing it to Happy who set it on the seat after he got off. Happy followed Charlie into the house where they found Juice carrying two beers out the back door into the backyard.

"We whole?" He asked, looking Happy and Charlie up and down.

"Yeah. All good." Happy said as he went to the fridge to get himself a beer.

Charlie and Happy followed Juice outside and saw Chibs lighting the charcoal grill. Juice popped the top on a beer and handed it to Chibs, who took it and looked over at Charlie.

"Ye alrigh', sweetheart? Tha' was pretty tough back there."

Charlie shrugged her shoulders and walked over to him, kissing him on the cheek, and then taking his beer. She took a few sips and handed it back to him. "I'd go fuck Tully right now if I hadn't promised Ope that I would find someone else to help with my needs."

Juice, who had just taken a large gulp of his beer, spit it out and started coughing. Happy slapped him on the back hard, and Charlie grinned. "Sorry, Juicey."

Chibs chuckled and said to them, "Why don' you and Hap head over to the buildin' and pull out some o' the chairs I 'ave in there."

Happy and Juice headed off across the backyard to Chibs' storage building. "So, I've been thinking. I want to start running again and I want to start eating healthy. Well, healthier… You know, pudging out is not in my game plan."

Chibs laughed and looked over at her. "Yer not pudgy, lass. Ye look fine."

"Yeah, well, if I eat pizza and beer every night, I will be. I don't have the benefit if beating Mayans and other bad guys to a pulp for exercise like you guys." When Juice and Happy were within earshot, for Juice's benefit, Charlie added, "And since I can't get my exercise with Tully anymore, I need to find other ways to stay in shape." Juice stumbled and dropped the two Adirondack chairs he was carrying. He looked at her with wide eyes, and Charlie hoped that he hadn't broken the chairs. Happy snorted quietly and shook his head slightly as he set his two chairs on the ground and pulled them apart. Charlie shot him a smile and headed into the kitchen to grab the steaks and herself a beer. So now you and Happy are friends? She asked herself as she pulled the steaks and a beer out of the fridge. I guess it's better than hating each other's guts and threating to shoot one another. Charlie shrugged to herself and carried the steaks outside.

Charlie was washing the dishes at the sink later that night when Happy came into the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge.

"Grab me one?" Charlie asked as she rinsed a plate and put it in the dish drainer.

Happy popped the top on one beer and set it beside the sink, then opened his own, took a sip, and picked up a towel to start drying the dishes. Charlie glanced over at him but didn't comment.

"Chibs and Juice watching TV?" Charlie asked as she handed Happy a cup to dry.

Hap nodded. "Juice is probably going to sleep on your couch tonight."

Charlie smiled to herself. "You're welcome to stay too. I'll make Chibs drag his ass down the hall to his bed so you can sleep in the recliner." Charlie pulled the stopper out from the drain as she rinsed the last plate and handed it to Happy to dry.

"I'm good." Happy said as he finished drying the plate and started to put them away.

Charlie picked up her beer, hopped up onto the counter, situated herself, and took a sip of her beer. "So, you going to live in the dorm at the clubhouse?"

Happy finished putting up the dishes and leaned back against the counter beside her, drinking his beer slowly. "I've actually got my eye on a house less than a mile down the road. Nice place; got a pool."

Charlie jerked her head to look over at Happy. "A pool? Shit, you need to buy this place, Happy! I need access to a pool!"

Happy let out a small laughed and shook his head. "If I buy the house, you can clean the pool for unlimited access. Deal?"

Charlie put her hand out, Happy took it in his, and they shook on it. "Deal."

Chibs shuffled into the kitchen and looked at the two. "What? Are ye two best buddies now?" He asked as he opened the freezer and pulled out the birthday cake ice cream that Juice had picked out. Charlie stuck her tongue out at him and reached behind her to get him a bowl. She handed it to Chibs, who said, "Ye best be careful. I might jus' cut that damn thing out while ye're sleeping. It might stop tha snoring." He pulled a spoon out from a drawer and started shoveling ice cream into his bowl.

"I do not snore!" Charlie exclaimed, staring at him with her mouth open.

Happy laughed, and Chibs licked his spoon before pointing it at Charlie. "Ye snore, lass. Ye shake the fuckin' house." He put the lid on the ice cream and put it back in the freezer, and then picked up his bowl of ice cream and headed back into the living room.

"I was going to tell you that you're my best friend, Chibs!" Charlie yelled after him. "But I changed my mind now."

Charlie and Happy heard Chibs chuckle from the living room, but he didn't reply. Happy drained his beer bottle and put it in the trash, then walked to the kitchen table and picked up his kutte, which he had laid across the back of one of the chairs. Charlie jumped down from the counter and followed Happy into the living room. Juice was spread out on the couch fast asleep, and Chibs was eating his ice cream in the recliner with the television turned to the History Channel.

"See ye tomorrow, brother." Chibs said, looking over at Happy as he headed towards the front door.

"See you, brother." Happy opened the door, then turned back with a small smirk. "Try and get some sleep through all the noise."

Charlie scowled, but then laughed. "Be careful, Happy. I don't know what the updated status is with everything, but you are riding alone."

Happy locked eyes with Chibs, who shrugged slightly and nodded.

"We're good." Happy said, pulling his keys out from his pocket. "Chibs'll fill you in." Happy left and shut the door behind him, and Charlie whirled around to look at Chibs.

"What's going on?" She asked, staring Chibs down.

Chibs sighed and took a bite of his ice cream. "Can't a man eat his ice cream and watch a documentary in his own living room in peace?"

Charlie glared at him and kicked the recliner. "No, not when he has me as a roommate. Spill."

"We're in the process of getting rid of Zobelle. We've done some digging' – well, Tully as well, and got some information tha' will help wit' tha'. The problem is we're pretty sure that the Mayans ordered a hit on Clay an' Darby, an' we don' want ta have ta fight two wars right now. We've got Sons coming in from the other charters, but we need Tully and his men, badly. We don' have much cash on hand, and we don' have a good gun stock right now." Chibs finished his explanation and took another bite of his ice cream, and Charlie giggled.

"You're so fucking nonchalant, do you know that?" Charlie kept giggling, and she couldn't stop. She was a little buzzed, but nowhere near drunk, and she didn't know why she couldn't stop. "There was a hit on Clay, and we're going to have two wars in Charming, and Tully is your backup, and people are going to die, and you're just sitting there, eating your ice cream like it's no big deal." Charlie was full out laughing by now, and she had woken Juice up, who was looking around confused. Charlie squatted on the floor, then fell onto her knees, continuing to laugh, tears streaming down her face. Chibs climbed out of the recliner, set his bowl down on the side table, and kneeled in front of her.

Chibs grabbed Charlie by her shoulders and looked at her, saying, "Are ye alrigh', lass?"

Charlie nodded, trying to control her laughter. She took a few deep breaths and got control of the laughter, only laughing occasionally. "It's just… been a rough few days, Chibs. And today my dad called me a whore, and he truly believes it, I think." Charlie wiped a few tears from her face and laughed. "And now ATF wants my ass, and we're about to be in two wars, and I was kidnapped. And, son of a bitch, if I really don't need a good lay!"

Chibs let out a bark of laughter, and Juice squirmed on the couch uncomfortably. Chibs hugged Charlie, then stood up and pulled her onto her feet. "I think it's time fer bed, lass. Ye need sleep. Everythin' will be alrigh'. No one is dyin', and yer da will come around. As fer the sex, there are plenty of candidates that aren't Tully, so try that avenue, okay?"

Charlie nodded and allowed Chibs to lead her down the hallway to her bedroom. He kissed her forehead, gave her another hug, and then left the room, closing the door behind him. Charlie kicked off her cowboy boots and socks, then changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, then climbed into bed. A few more tears leaked out of her eyes, and she wiped them away angrily before she took a deep breath and relaxed, falling into a deep sleep.