Sons of Anarchy Imagines Part 2

Marry the Next Guy - Happy

Description: Jax's sister is at the clubhouse, being chided for being a spinster when Happy returns after a kill.

"It's a Thursday night and you're sitting here drinking instead of out trying to meet guys," my mother chided me. I'd been raised to take her place as the SAMCRO Queen, so I don't know where else she thought I should be meeting guys.

"What do you want me to do Ma? Marry the next guy who walks through the door?"

She scoffed as I downed what was left in my beer.

"You're 25." She reminded me.

"And that's only considered spinster age in Charming," I replied.

"I'm just saying," she said. "Clay's hands only have so much time left in them. If he's stepping down I need to know there will be a strong woman around here."

"Well I won't be marrying Jax so I won't ever be the President's old lady," I said. "But I don't plan on leaving unless you keep pestering me about this."

She chided me, calling me by my full government name, something she only did to upset me more when we were fighting.

"Look, Ma, I can't just marry some random guy because it would make you feel better," I said.

The door to the clubhouse opened and Happy walked in. He was covered in blood and the anger he was feeling was still radiating off him. I stepped around the bar and grabbed him a beer, popping the top off quickly. The noise caught his attention and his deadly glare turned to me.

As we held eye contact, the tension visibly left his shoulders. I broke eye contact long enough to step back around the bar as he walked over. He didn't say anything as he took the beer from my hand.

Most people wouldn't make eye contact with him when he was calm. If he was this angry everyone gave him a wide berth and avoided eye contact but me. He doesn't scare me. He wouldn't hurt me for no reason and I've never given him a reason to.

"Apartment's open," I said. "Go shower."

He just nodded and walked down the hallway, fresh beer still in his hand. The rest of the guys were still in church, waiting for him I assume.

"Marry him," my mother started the second Happy was out of earshot.

I turned my own glare on her. "I was kidding about marrying the next guy who walked through the door."

"You need to-." I cut her off.

"I'm going home. I don't need this shit."

She yelled my government name again as I tried to walk away from her. I got outside and saw Happy's bike. I froze in my steps. I don't know what the psycho killer did over the course of the last few hours, but it looked like his bike paid the price. It was covered in blood and many parts of it were busted.

My mother yelled my government name again and it must've gotten the attention of the guys in church.

"Ma, lay off her," Jax said as he walked up to the door. Our mother was standing in the door of the clubhouse and I was outside, still floored at the shape Happy's bike was in.

The two spoke faintly for a few moments as I walked around Happy's bike, surveying the damage.

I walked over to the garage, using my keys to unlock the office. I rounded up cleaning supplies as quickly as I could and returned to Happy's bike. I risked being murdered for this, but I knew my way around a Harley and had helped clean my fair share of them. I started to clean the blood off Happy's bike as a few guys came out to see what all the commotion had been about. Most of them were terrified of my mother, but Jax and Clay liked to try to tell her what to do. I took advantage of that when I could.

I was working on scrubbing the bike still when Happy walked out.

"Who the hell is touching my bike?" He growled.

"It's just (Y/N)," Jax said. "We've got church man."

Happy grunted, a clear sign he was annoyed with the VP, but turned around and followed him inside.

"Are you trying to get killed?" My mother asked as she walked over to me. Jax had returned to church so now I could be the center of her attention again.

"I'm trying to keep the enforcer out of jail Ma," I said. "I don't know what he did tonight, but his bike was covered in blood. The cops roll by and see that and he's done for."

She was silent as I finished the section I was working on cleaning. It was a bit difficult to clean it in the dark, but I couldn't risk turning the floodlights on and having Hale drive by.

I moved where I was sitting and continued working as my mother turned on her heels and walked back inside. The clicking sound they made on the blacktop dissipated and I relaxed in the silence. I occasionally used a flashlight to check on how clean I was getting it when I was sure no one would drive by the lot. Other than that I worked in the quiet and the dark for about fifteen minutes longer before Happy walked outside.

"What are you doing?" He snapped. His voice intimidates most people but after listening to Gemma and Clay fight for years, it takes a lot to scare me.

"Saving your ass," I said, looking up at him with a smirk.

He huffed a little.

"I'm just getting the blood off it Hap. Can't have the enforcer getting arrested. And I figured you'd be more okay with me doing this than if I had a prospect do it."

He nodded. He didn't like other people touching his bike, me included.

"Thank you," he said.

"Anything to help."

He walked back inside and I finished cleaning his bike. As I was taking care of the cleaning supplies, Happy returned, two beers in hand, and handed me one.

"Thank you, again," he said.

I just nodded a little before taking a sip of the beer.

"What's Gemma's issue today?" He asked.

"She's on the war path that I'm not married," I said with a bit of a smile. Honestly sometimes it was just fun to piss my mom off.

"She said something to me about marrying you," he said.

I scoffed. "Of course she did."

"You got something against me?"

"No," I said. "And I'm the only one who wouldn't catch a bullet with their brain for touching your bike."

He nodded.

"Besides you could do a lot worse than me," I said.

"So could you."

I nodded in agreement. There had been some real winners that I dated in high school. All of them had been to piss off Gemma and Clay.

"We could go out sometime," Happy said.

"Is that you asking me on a date?" I asked.

"That's me telling you we're going on a date. Tomorrow. I'll pick you up at 7:00."

I glared at him for all of three seconds before nodding. I could definitely do worse than dating Happy.