Author's Note: So, this story has been taking up space in my brain lately. I know that I have another SOA story up already that needs attention, but recently, I have been really into Happy. So, I decided to make a story for him. I hope that you enjoy it and I'll update as often as I can. I'm not sure how well it will go but we shall see. The beginning might be a little slow and short chapters, but I'm working on making them longer until the actual story line. Happy reading!

Chapter 1

I drove my black 1967 Chevy Impala through my hometown of Charming, California. It all looked the same as when I was last here, and that was ten years ago. I pulled over on the street in front of the only auto repair shop in town. As I turned the car off, I took a deep breath to cool my nerves and slow my racing heart. I got out, and then stopped in front of the gates.

I watched the mechanics work around the lot for a moment, trying to see if there was anyone that I recognized. Before I knew it, I was standing in the middle of the lot, staring up at the reaper on the clubhouse building. I took deep breaths to keep the tears at bay. I was unprepared for the emotions that came with seeing that symbol.

"Hey," a voice called near me. I turned to see a Puerto Rican male wearing a mechanics shirt. I noticed a Sons of Anarchy kutt over his shirt, but I didn't recognize him.

'Must be new,' I thought.

"You, okay?" he asked after a moment with concern.

I smiled a little at him and cleared my throat. "Yeah, I'm okay. Just looking around."

He gave me a skeptical look but smiled anyway. He stuck his hand out to me. "I'm Juice."

"Savannah," I replied, shaking his hand. "Most just call me Sav. I assume that Juice is a nickname as well?"

He chuckled and nodded his head. "I'm not exactly fond of my full name."

"What is it?" I asked curiously. "If you don't mind me asking?"

Juice looked at me for a moment before shrugging. "Juan Carlos Ortiz," he answered quietly.

"I don't think it sounds that bad," I smiled at him.

Juice chuckled again and cleared his throat with a slight blush. "Can I, uh, help you with anything?"

"Do you know if Gemma Teller is around?" I questioned. "Or Piney or Opie Winston?"

He looked at me with suspicion now. "Maybe. Is there a reason that you need them?"

I smiled appreciatively at him. "Good to know you keep them safe," I voiced, and he looked at me confused. "Just tell them Savannah Winston is here."

I watched with a knowing smile as his eyes widened at me. "I'll be right back," he muttered shakily before he started to quickly walk away to the clubhouse.

"I'll be right here!" I called out to him and went back to looking at the reaper on the wall.

*Coming Home*

*Everybody's POV*

The other Sons were getting ready to head into church while Gemma was looking over the bar. The Friday night party was coming up and she wanted to be well stocked for the party. Juice came running in, looking like he had just seen a ghost.

"You're late Juicy," Chibs said with disappointment in his tone.

"There's a girl outside," he explained out of breath. "She said that she was looking Gemma, Piney, and Opie."

"Tell her to get lost," Piney growled gruffly from the bar. "You know that. So, why are you telling us?"

Juice took a deep breath, getting ready for the shock. "She said her name was Savannah Winston."

The room went still for a moment before Opie went straight up to Juice and towered over him. "What does she look like?"

"Shoulder blade length reddish brown hair, light brown eyes, and about 5'10"," he listed off.

Opie looked over his shoulder at his father before bolting to the door with the others right behind him. "Where is she?" he called over his shoulder.

"Out front!" came the reply.

They all ran out with the door slamming open and they saw a tall woman with red-brown hair touching the side of the building tenderly.

*Coming Home*

*Savannah's POV*

I was touching the reaper on the building, remembering all the times that I had wanted that same thing on my back. I had finally gotten John Teller to really consider it, and he was gonna talk to my dad about it. However, my mom intercepted and screwed that all up. A door slammed open, and I turned towards the noise. My breath caught in my throat at seeing my twin brother looking at me in shock.

There were others behind him, but I didn't really notice. He was still a giant, like I remembered. He had a beard now though. I gave him a watery smile as tears filled my eyes. "Hey there Sasquatch," I called, my voice breaking with emotion.

My voice seemed to break the spell that was over him, because he came barreling towards me. Opie wrapped his big arms around me in a crushing hug, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as the tears broke free. He held on tighter as I cried into his shoulder.

"I can't believe it's you sis," he whispered in my ear. I just laughed a little as he let go of me. Opie still kept me close as he looked me over. I relished his overprotectiveness. I'm sure that soon it will get old, but for now, I love it.

An older man with an oxygen tank stepped up slowly next to Opie. I looked at him as the tears welled up again. "Hi Daddy," I choked out. "I know that you're not on for—"

I was cut off by my dad, Piney, pulling me to him and crushing me in a hug. He put his hand to the back of my head and held me close. "You're here," he whispered as his voice broke. "I thought that I'd never see you again. I missed you."

"I missed you too Pop," I whispered back, trying to hold in the tears.

That was when the others came to give me hugs. The next person to hug me was Gemma. Gemma was the only one that I would go to when I would have a fight with my mother. She was like another mom to me and was always there when I needed to talk to someone. She gave me a tight hug while sniffling, trying to keep the tears in. Pulling back with her hands on my shoulders, she looked me up and down. "You've grown into a beautiful woman Savannah," she commented with a firm voice.

I could tell that she was trying to hold in her emotions. The Queen of SAMCRO had to be strong in front of everyone. "You're still as beautiful as ever Mama Gemma," I said with another watery smile.

A man with wild black hair and bright blue eyes came over and picked me up in a hug. I recognized him instantly. "Tiggy!" I exclaimed with a laugh. "You don't have to pick me up!"

"Sorry Savy!" he laughed back at me. "I just missed you so much!"

Tig was like my crazy uncle, but a fun crazy uncle. He was the one who taught me how to shoot a gun, and how to throw darts as well. Tig was my Uncle Tiggy and we just clicked.

"Well, I missed you too, but you need to put me down!" I laughed as he sat me down on my feet. "Still the same old Tig it seems."

"Why would I change?" he asked with a serious curiosity that made everyone laugh.

Bobby Elvis was next. Bobby was another one of my uncles. He taught me how to play the guitar, how to sing, and would help me out with my math homework. He gave me a bear hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You've been sorely missed, baby girl," he said.

"I missed all of you crazy bikers a lot more," I whispered to him as I squeezed him in our hug. I smiled at him as we pulled back. When we let go, a young man with short blonde hair and baby blue eyes smiled at me as he came over. My smile got wider as I recognized those eyes. "Jackson Teller."

"Little Sav," he greeted with a smile and pulled me in for a tight hug. I squeezed him back just as hard. Jax was both Opie and my best friend growing up and we were rather close. He was like another brother to me and was just as protective of me as Opie was.

The last one to hug me was Clay Morrow. Clay was like another father to me and even taught me how to drive a cage and a motorcycle. He gave me a giant grin and giant bear hug. It helped to ground me and keep me from crying all over again.

"It's good to see you kid," he whispered, then backed away to point at the members that I didn't know. "You already met Juice. This is Kyle and Chibs. Then in the back there is Happy from Tacoma."

Kyle had buzzed short hair and brown eyes. He stood tall and confident with his kutt. The only thing was that he seemed too confident and was giving me a once over. His presence put me on edge a little bit.

Chibs was a different story. He had black, neck length, slicked back hair and kind chocolate brown eyes. He had scars on his cheeks that I tried not to stare at. I had no room to talk about scars. Chibs gave me a small smile and nod in greeting. His presence gave me a sense of calm that I appreciated.

Then there was Happy in the back. He was tall with a shaved head and dark eyes. I could also see a few tattoos on his dark tan skin that looked good on him. He exuded danger and had a blank face as he looked at me. I was drawn to those dark eyes, and I could see that there was curiosity in their depths.

During introductions, Opie had wrapped his arm around my back to settle at my right waist, and my Pop still had his hand on my left shoulder. Both of them seemed to not want to let me go, as well as make sure that I was actually there and not a ghost. "Sorry if I came at a bad time," I told them.

"Not a problem," Clay waved off. "We're just glad that you're here. Piney, Ope, you're both excused from church."

"No go," I insisted, and both of them turned ready to argue. "Go. I'll still be here when you get done. I still need a place to crash."

Opie and my father conceded reluctantly and moved to follow the rest of the club towards the clubhouse. Gemma came over to wrap her arm around my shoulders and guided me to the office of the auto shop. "We have a lot to talk about baby girl," she informed me.

I gulped lightly. Those words always meant trouble coming from the Queen of SAMCRO, Gemma Teller-Morrow.

*Coming Home*

I sat in one of the dorm rooms in the clubhouse, unpacking my bags. It was decided that I would stay in the dorm until I found a place to stay, and I had a job with TM as a mechanic. I learned from Gemma that all the guys thought that I had run away ten years ago. I had to scoff inwardly at that information. 'If only it was that simple,' I thought bitterly.

I took out my Beretta M9 from my bag and placed it under my pillow along with my favorite knife. The rest of the bag was shoved under the bed so that no one would find it. I wasn't ready to explain where I had been and what I had been doing for the past ten years to anyone. Opie and Pop seemed to understand and didn't push me to talk about it. Gemma was the only one that needed more convincing. She wanted answers and she would never give up on it.

There was a knock at the door that jolted me out of my thoughts. I went to open the door, not surprised to find Opie on the other side. I smiled softly at him. "What's up brother?"

He gave me a broad smile. "There's someone outside that wants to see you."

I raised an eyebrow at that but nodded, and after locking the door, followed him down the hallway. Opie wrapped an arm around my shoulders again, and I could tell that he would be touchy for a while. For the time being, I would let him do what he wanted if it made him feel better. As we came to the front of the clubhouse, I noticed a pretty young woman with shoulder length brown hair and big brown eyes standing there looking confused, before her eyes widened when they landed on me.

"Donna, look who finally came home," Opie announced to her, squeezing my shoulders.

I gave her a wide grin. "Hey there Donna."

She nodded to me with wet eyes and pulled me in for a tight hug. We held onto each other for a minute. When she pulled back, she had her hands on my shoulders. "It's good to finally see you again Savannah! I'm so glad that you're home now. Don't you ever do that again."

My cheeks started to hurt with how much I was smiling. "I think that I can manage that. I'm not going anywhere. And thank you so much for taking care of my brother. I know that he can be a handful."

There came a scoff from behind us, and we turned around to see my giant brother looking offended. We both looked back to each other and burst into giggles. Donna pulled me back into another bone crushing hug. For such a small woman, she was really strong. Donna and I were really close growing up, along with Tara. She was like a sister to me, and never failed to make me laugh when I was feeling down or had a fight with my mom. I could always count on Donna growing up.

"Well, brother, you're gonna be double teamed now," Tig joked with a laugh and a slap to his back.

I turned around to see Tig standing next to Opie with a goofy grin. Opie turned to me with brown eyes that were full of love. He smiled softly at me. "I don't think that I'll mind that," he muttered.

Donna pulled my attention back to her with her hands on my shoulders. "We need to get together for lunch," she said with enthusiasm. "Oh, this is going to be so good having you back in town."

I could only laugh lightly at her. "Slow down Donna. I just got back, and it seems like you're trying to plan out the next few months."

Donna pouted at me. "We have ten years to catch up on," she muttered, and I froze.

I had to remind myself that it had been just as long for everyone else as it had been for me. My face softened and I gave her a gentle smile while taking her hands in mine. "I promise that we will catch up Donna," I told her. "I can promise you that I'm not going to go away again. I'm staying in Charming."

"You won't leave again?" Donna asked in a small voice, looking unsure about what I said.

"I swear that I'm not going anywhere," I assured her. "No more disappearing, I swear."

And I would do everything I could to keep my promise to her and to stay in my hometown. Nothing would take me away again.