Homecoming//Sons of Anarchy//Happy Lowman

Confessions

There she stood in all her glory. She was cleaned up with fresh clothes and the color back into her skin. She wore a tank top to let her bandaged arm breath. How did she get in here? The door was locked and he had the only key. Then he remembered that she is a pickpocket and probably knows how to lockpick as well. She was looking up at him with concern. She didn't like what she saw. He was disheveled and dare she say broken?

Sure whenever you looked at Happy he didn't scream 'i'm a lovable and happy person!' but what he looked like right now said 'i've lost the will to function and i want to give up' she knew it was because of her. She would be stupid to think otherwise. But she wasn't gonna let this break him. She was gonna protect him from this life. Now she wasn't gonna make him leave the club but she wasn't gonna abandon him.

She had him sit on the toilet as she grabbed a rag and got it wet with some warm water. Silently she took his hand in hers and started to clean his hands. She almost smiled at the deja vu she was feeling. She was sure to be gentle because he was probably still in some sort of shock. She definitely wasn't an expert on how his mind worked and how he functioned but she was gonna take a few chances. Maybe break down some walls.

After cleaning and bandaging his hands she got a new wet rag and started wiping off the dried blood. Starting with his arms she gently wiped the blood off. She took in the details of all the tattoos he had. She wasn't gonna lie, she had a weakness for guys with sleeves. After cleaning up his arms she got yet another rag and started on his face. As the blood was wiped away she was able to see what the past few days did to him.

Her main priority was taking care of him and getting him back to the same Happy she loves. She didn't want to break the comfortable silence but she had to. She spoke in a quiet, caring tone. "Why don't you get a shower, i'll get you out some clothes to sleep in and then i'll bring you up some food. The boys said you hadn't left the room in days." Happy didn't say anything so she took that as a yes. She kissed his head and left him in the bathroom. When she heard the shower running she got him a pair of sweatpants and boxers setting them on the bed then went downstairs to find him something to eat.

When she emerged in the bar area all the guys ambushed her with questions. All of them pertaining to Happy. They were worried about him but truth be told all were to scared to approach him. Milo started to get frustrated with all of them. All she wanted to do is get food and get back to Happy. After a few minutes of questions to which she answered none, she had enough. "Hey! All of you back the fuck up before i shoot all of you! I'm busy at the moment and i will talk to you in the morning."

Everyone sort of scattered after that. Well everyone except for Piney. She had just gotten out of the hospital so she needed to take care of herself. "Milo i think you should take care of yourself before dealing with Happy. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself. You were just shot. Your health is more important than his pity party." Piney knew he was being a hard ass but Milo has a habit of putting others above herself.

The bar went quiet as she slapped him. It echoed loud throughout the building. After having an intense staredown she went to the kitchen, got some food, and may her way back to Happy's room. She knocked quietly before entering so she didn't catch him off guard. He was sitting on the bed freshly showered in the clothes she had laid out for him. Sitting down next to him she held out the food but he didn't move. Setting the food on the nightstand she stood in front of him and took his face in her hands and made him look at her.

"I don't know what's going through your head right now. I can't even begin to act like i know how you think or process or cope with things. But-" he ripped his head away from her hands and stood up causing her to stumble back. He chuckled but his face was dark. He started pacing back and forth.

"No! You don't know! You will never know how i think or cope with things! You were not supposed to leave the lot without somebody! Without me! You were reckless and almost got killed in the process! But you know who's conscience that would have been on?! Mine!" he pushed her against the wall gripping her shoulders tightly but mindful of her arm. "I would have lived everyday knowing no matter what i did it wasn't good enough! God dammit Milo!" his voice got softer as the anger started to subside. "What if i lost you? What about your brother, Jax, your pa? You can't come into someones life make them care then check out."

His words brought tears to her eyes. She never imagined him to feel like this. He was so angry, so scared and confused. It hurt her seeing him like this. She slowly reached out and caressed his cheek. He slowly started to lean in but instead of kissing her he kissed her forehead before bringing her into a tight hug. A hug that at the moment told each other everything they needed to know. That they were gonna protect each other. Till the death if they have to.