Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

Waging Wars (Happy x Reader)

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All heads turned as the shiny black Mercedes G-Class truck pulled into the compound. It wasn't every day that a car this expensive rolled in. I scanned the area, pausing to take in all the faces sitting outside the clubhouse. There was a blond that I would bet my life was Teller, but I couldn't know for sure unless he looked up. Everyone else was someone I didn't recognize from my days as an Old Lady. I guess things had changed. More than I had originally though.

I advanced forward, turning my gaze to the shop. A tall kid, with thick glasses and a blank cut pushed off his stool and began making his way towards me. Turning off the radio, I rolled down my window. I waited until he approached and he greeted me with a welcoming smile. It was jarring. You wouldn't expect a kid, wearing a cut no less, to seem this friendly.

With his bright smile, he addressed me, "How can I help you ma'am?"

I fought the cringe at his use of the word ma'am. I didn't look that old, did I? I know I'd gone and cleaned up my act, but that didn't mean I still wasn't me. I was still a Charming girl at heart. I scratched at the phantom itch on my thigh. The movement caused me to glance down at my outfit. The smart pantsuit suddenly seemed over the top; a farce. Why did I come back here again? Who was this woman I was pretending to be? I sighed, and glanced back at the kid.

"I'm looking for Happy. Happy Lowman?" To say the kid was shocked may have been an understatement. The kid's eye brows rocketed into his hair line and I came up with the lamest excuse I could think of on the spot, "He – uh – did some work on a car for me, a few years ago. I just wanted him to take a look at this one for me."

Without much else to say, he shrugged and turned. I spotted the Prospect rocker on the back of his cut and nodded. Of course. They always had the Prospects doing their dirty work around the shop. I pushed the car into park, and waited. I stared at the line of Harley's, all parked in their specific spots. I forced myself not to examine the details of each one. I figured I'd still be able to identify his without any issues. Unless he started driving a new model. I glanced back to the clubhouse doors, seeing that blond head snap up when the Prospect approached him. He stood, leaning over and my eyes locked in on the baby blue ones staring at me. My intuition was right. It was Jax.

Something close to frustration, maybe even distrust flashed over his face before he gave a curt shake of his head. I deflated visibly at the answer. I knew exactly what the prospect had asked. Happy wasn't here. The prospect spun around and began his walk towards me. In a moment of self-consciousness, I lifted my hand to my hair and tucked it behind my right ear. I forced myself from letting my eyes fall to my feet. I found myself questioning my decision to come back, again. My sight glazed over as I tried to figure out where to go from here. There was a slight movement in my line of sight and it shook me out of my daze.

Jax reached out and grabbed the prospect by the shoulder. With our gazes meeting again, he tossed his cigarette onto the floor and inclined his head in my direction, before speaking to the prospect. The kid stopped walking over and Jackson brushed past him, towards. I tilted my head in question. What was Jax doing? I crossed my arms, squeezing them to my chest and waited for him to reach me.

"Didn't think I'd see you back in this little town ever again." Jax's voice lifted quietly in the small distance between us.

I shrugged. I didn't have an answer for him. I couldn't explain to myself why I felt compelled to come back, but here I was.

"Hap's not here right now." Jax informed. I nodded, shifting to turn but Jax's hand on my upper arm stopped me. I stared down at his hand, reading the SONS rings on his fingers. Tears began to well in my eyes and I blinked them away before he noticed. When I looked up, Jax's mouth was turned down in a sympathetic frown. I swore to myself. So much for hiding the tears.