A/N: here's part two. I hope you enjoy the ending, I think I really like it! Thanks for all the follows so far, I'm glad you're enjoying it!

BLOOD FEUD

Part 2 of 2

Happy had been back in Charming for little more than 24 hours, but it already had him wondering why he even left in the first place. This was his home. The pussy was tight, booze overflowing, and the money solid. Last night had been one of those amazing Friday night parties SAMCRO hosted every week, and Happy had indulged himself.

Saturday, despite the hangover in the morning, had gone by quietly. The weather had been good, and Happy and his brothers had allowed themselves sort of a day off. There was no new hardware from the Irish coming in until later next week, and Laroy had been satisfied with their delivery on Friday. Life was good, and Happy couldn't complain.

The only problem that seemed to have piqued the club's possible interest was Mayan President Marcus Alvarez' recent push out of Oakland, coming closer to the Charming border. Things had been bad between the Mayans and the Sons for years now, but Clay had managed to reach some form of a truce with the club's president. Unfortunately, Alvarez seemed to be no longer interested in keeping a forced stalemate, and that's why Happy was here. If anything happened, the club knew they could count on the Tacoma Killer to do what was necessary to protect their brothers.

Happy, having lived quite comfortably for the last couple months, had been eager to jump in, ready for the thrill of another job for the enforcer. He still had plenty more space available for one of those smiley-faced tattoos on his lower abdomen, already longing for the piercing feeling of needle to skin.

What Happy had not expected was a call at 11PM that same Saturday night, from his mother's neighbour down in Bakersfield. The woman had been calm to explain how his mother had fallen in her house and had broken her hip. When he wanted to chew her out calling him rather than an ambulance, she had been understanding and patient, allowing him to rant on before cutting him off when he threatened to come over there and break her in half. "Happy, you're not listening to me. Your mother is already in the hospital, she will have her hip replacement surgery first thing tomorrow morning. I've got the bills covered, I just wanted to let you know that everything is fine."

That had shut him up all right. After managing to push out a quick 'thanks', he had hung up the phone and decided then and there that he would have to make the drive down south, to Bakersfield. It would only be 3.5 hours, 2.5 if he really really pushed it. It was late, which meant at least the roads would be empty.

"Shit prez, I gotta go. It's my mom, she broke a hip." Happy spoke silently to Clay, not needing anybody else to snoop around in his private stuff. "Of course brother. But take Tig with you, it's not safe out there for a brother alone, with the Mayans pushing up on us." Happy nodded, grateful that Clay was willing to send Tig with him. At least Tig would know to keep his mouth shut.

Not even 10 minutes later, Happy and Tig were on their way, not wasting anymore time. Happy needed to get to his mother, fast. He was silently grateful that his mother had such a caring neighbour. Maria had been there for his mother since the day she moved in. He didn't know why, but he didn't care – his mother was in good hands.

Maria had decided to stay with Aurélia throughout the night, until she would go into surgery. Then she could go home and take a quick shower, so that she was clean by the time the woman would arrive at recovery. The chair in the room wasn't the most comfortable to sleep in, but it was still better than the floor, so eventually, Maria doze off.

She awoke by the sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps coming towards her. The room was poorly light, due to it being night time, but she easily recognized Happy's posture. When he made it to Aurélia's bed, he looked at her, and Maria could tell from the frown on his face he was worried.

"Hey Happy, I wasn't expecting you here." She said drowsily, not registering the frustration present on his face. "How is she?" To the point, she should have remembered. Aurélia might love to hear the sound of her own voice talking, but Happy was the complete opposite.

"She's doing okay. Doctor gave her pain medication, so she was as happy as a whistle afterwards. Tomorrow's surgery is scheduled early, and the doctor said the new femoral head should allow her to move even better than before." Maria said quickly, trying to relieve some of the tension she knew he was feeling. His mother meant a lot to him, she could tell from the way he would treat her. He was patient and kind with her – something she had soon realized took a lot of self-control for the big biker. Happy sensed that Maria wanted to say something else.

"But?" he inquired.

Maria sighed. "There's only one problem. She'll have to go through physical therapy, preferably every day to ensure she'll be able to walk by herself again. Now the doctor said there's a good clinic right here in Bakersfield for rehabilitation, but it's pricey. I checked out the cost, it's reasonable for the service they provide, but I don't have that amount of money Happy. I can pay for the hospital bills, don't fight me on that!" She quickly said when she saw his face, trying to protest to her paying. "She's done a lot for me over the past few years, it's the least I can do. But like I said, I won't be able to help with the clinic, I have my own shit to deal with. It's called the Piute Centre for Rehabilitation, it's a little east and outside of Bakersfield if you want to look it up."

Happy looked at the woman in front of him and nodded once. She had gone above and beyond to care for his mother. "Thanks little girl. Means a lot." Maria simply smiled, "No problem Happy. Your mother's a very special person." The silence that followed was slightly uncomfortable, and suddenly Maria realized Happy wanted some time alone with his mother. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going home and take a shower. I'll see you tomorrow before she goes into surgery."

Happy nodded once more, but his attention had focused on his mother, who was peacefully resting on the hospital bed.

Maria let herself out, but nearly bumped into a man who was waiting outside the hospital room. When she looked up, the man was grinning at her, obviously checking her out. "Hello doll, need a physical?" Tig asked her, without having even looked at her face.

Thinking that his bad boy demeanor had intimidated her, Tig grinned lustfully at the young woman in front of him. That was quite the little lady who just stepped out of the room. When his eyes finally landed on her face, his eyes widened. It couldn't be.

Maria only noticed what he was wearing after she saw his initially lustful eyes turn wide in shock. She did a double take and she turned a little pale as a result. Sons of Anarchy it said on his kutte. By the look on his face, he had also recognized her. What was he doing here? How did he know who she was?

Now that she was thinking about it, Maria thought that the man looked slightly familiar, those piercing blue eyes were quite the feature and she could swear she had seen them before.

They didn't say a word, just stared at each other, the tension and discomfort radiating off of their bodies. Maria knew she would have to be careful how she was going to handle this situation.

"Happy!" Tig yelled, knocking twice on the door with quite some force, while Maria still didn't move. It couldn't be... Only seconds later, with a rather foul look on his face, Happy barged into the hallway. "What. My mother's sleeping in there, asshole."

"Happy, we got ourselves a situation." Tig spoke up, handing the kutte he had apparently been holding back to its rightful owner. Maria's eyes widened even further when Happy put the kutte on, making it look like he was born with it, a sense of authority washing over him. Crap...

"You're a Son?" Maria asked Happy incredulously, not believing what she was seeing right in front of her. Happy nodded, trying not to let his confused state show on his face. "Shit!" Maria breathed barely audible, as she gripped her hair with her hands, not believing the ridiculousness of the situation.

"What's up little girl?" Happy inquired, wanting to know what the fuck was going on right that instant. "That's no little girl, Hap. That's Marcus Alvarez' daughter." Tig spoke up. The look that Happy sent him kinda made him wish he hadn't though. The Killer looked furious.

Happy turned his head back to Maria, who was now ferociously pacing the hallway, from one wall to the other and back as she tried to keep her breathing under control. "Is that true?" He simply asked her, not wanting to know the actual answer. Maria stopped walking, turned to Happy, and slowly nodded her head, misery visible on her face.

"What the fuck? Why didn't you tell me?" Happy barked at her, not believing the ridiculous chances of the situation. Of all the houses in California suited for his mother, he had chosen the one next to the daughter of his club's biggest rival. Maria looked at him, shock and frustration clearly visible on her face. "Because I didn't think it mattered! You never told me what club you were in! Out of all the MC's in California, you belong to the only other 1% club in the state, that just so happens to be my dad's mortal enemy. You didn't tell me jack shit either!" She accused Happy right back, not willing to take the blame for this messed up situation either.

Her father was gonna have her head; unknowingly helping out a Son's family member, agreeing to pay for their medical bills? That would be quite the embarrassment for her father and the club, and someone would have to pay. She could only imagine her brother Esai's reaction to her attempt to do something good. He never forgave her for trying to break with the club and her family, feeling like she'd abandoned him. He would probably think she had done in on purpose, out of spite to hurt the club.

Maria looked at the two men in front of her, wondering how she would ever make this right again. "Is there any chance that we can just... Let it slide? Forget this ever happened and never speak about it again?" She asked with only a little hope in her voice.

Happy looked at her pensively. He could see why she had asked that. His mother had told him a thing or two about the young woman living next to her. She had had a falling out with her family and was now finally free to make her own decisions. She had suffered though, apparently her brother had gotten a little physical with her, and her mother hadn't even tried to defend her but rather had decided to cast her out.

Now Happy understood that this family of hers, had been Marcus' family. She probably couldn't deal with the club and had wanted out. Happy felt no sympathy for her though. He was a firm believer in family, and you stick with family no matter what. But for the sake of his own family, he figured he would do as his mother would want him to. She had always been kind to his family, never passing judgement or asking any questions, so he would grant her this one favour.

"Okay." Happy finally said. Tig looked at the Tacoma Killer as if he had just missed a clean head shot. "But you will leave. This can never be traced back to either of us. You will not come near my mother again or do anything to jeopardize this truce. I'm sorry little girl, but that's how it's gonna have to be."

Maria silently nodded, understanding what he meant and why he had asked that of her. "Ok Happy, I'll make sure to pay the bills, and then I'll be gone. Take care of Mama Aurélia for me, will you? She's gonna need someone now more than ever."

Happy nodded and watched the young woman turn around and leave. She had tried to stay strong, but he could hear her voice break bit by bit, and he could've sworn the first tear fell before she had fully turned around. This didn't sit right with him, he knew his mother loved Maria very much, but he needed to protect the club. If the Mayans would ever found out they had received help from Maria, God only knew how that hot-headed bastard Esai Alvarez would react. Marcus might not have the power to contain his only son and heir, which could lead to a full-blown war. No, this needed to stay a secret at any cost.

Two weeks later, Mama Aurélia moved into the Piute Centre for Rehabilitation, leaving her house in Bakersfield behind for now. When Maria hadn't come back after bringing her to the hospital, she had grilled Happy until he finally told her what happened.

Her first reaction was to give her stubborn son a good scolding; her second one was to console him. She knew he felt guilty enough as is, he hadn't wanted this situation anymore than she did, but she understood why it had been necessary. Aurélia's situation wasn't worth anyone dying over, she knew that, but she was sad nonetheless. The young woman had kept her entertained and young over the years, and now she worried she might start falling behind mentally. Aging wasn't something Aurélia had ever been looking forward to, but now that she was actually going through the process, she hated it even more.

Happy visited his mother as often as he could, but he knew it wasn't enough. The rehabilitation was going fine, and her mother was in a finer physical state than ever, but he could see she was lonely. She tried her best to engage with the other residents of the rehabilitation centre, but he knew she missed the ability to come and go as she pleased.

To Happy's displeasure, his mother's way of getting over Maria was to start flirting with some older man, who was in the centre for a knee replacement. After his dad had left, Happy deemed no man good enough for his loving mother, and he was on the brim of chewing her out over the phone when she finally told him about 'Nicolas'. Thinking his mother was finally really loosing it, Happy went over to the rehabilitation to set Aurélia straight. But as soon as he saw the two sitting together, holding hands and smiling endearingly at each other, none of that mattered to Happy anymore. His mother was finally moving on with her life, and he realized that he should too. So he left that guilt behind him and tread with a new found intensity through life.