Description: You get hired at TM as a mechanic and become friends with Happy, who shows up late one night looking for help and for you.

I parked my bike and walked up to the garage, smiling at the fact that there was still a Help Wanted sign in the window. I knocked on the office door and pushed it in quickly.

"Can I help you?" The woman at the desk asked harshly.

"Y'all still hiring?" I asked.

"Yes, but not you sweetheart," she said. "We're hiring mechanics."

"That's what I am," I said. "Five years at a garage back home and a few motorcycles that I built to prove it."

"You ride?" She asked, standing up.

"Yes ma'am," I said.

"Let's get some paperwork filled out and we'll see when we can get ya started," she said. She handed me some papers and I made quick work of them.

A few months later, I was still working for the garage. I was the only girl, but once the guys warmed up to me, it didn't matter.

"Who's the guy that looks pissed at the world?" I asked Half Sack as I worked on a bike with him. There way some guy in a leather kutte who was glaring at everyone like he was planning our murders.

"Happy Lowman," Half Sack said. I nodded a little and we continued working.

"Sack, we need ya," Clay yelled. "You good alone (Y/N)?"

"Don't really have a choice," I responded, moving so I could see him around the bike.

"That bikes the last thing for today then you can head home," he said. I nodded and went back to work on the bike.

When I finished up, I headed into the office to punch out and the guy was sitting there silently as Gemma worked on some paperwork.

"You're the new grease monkey?" Happy asked.

I nodded a little as I ran my hand through my hair. "Somethin like that."

"Names Happy," he said.

"(Y/N)," I said. "It's nice to meet ya." He nodded and I headed out of the garage.

Over the next few weeks, I saw Happy a bunch while I was working. He'd hang around and talk to me as I worked. Sometimes I'd enlist him to hand me tools, claiming that if he was going to be bothering me, he could at least make himself useful.

We'd become pretty good friends. I hadn't asked much about his life with the MC that I knew most of the guys I worked with were in. I figured he'd tell me when he felt it was time. Besides, I had my fair share of secrets too.

About a month after we met, Happy disappeared for a few days. I didn't think anything of it until he showed up at my house at two in the morning.

"I'm really sorry to do this to ya," he said as I let him in. He'd been here a few times for dinner or to hang out, so he headed right for the bathroom. I followed him, knowing he had been pretty beat up.

"What happened?" I asked as I grabbed the first aid kit. He just stared at the wall as I cleaned up his hands. When he didn't flinch at all was the first time it even crossed my mind that maybe the blood wasn't his.

"Get your fucking ass in the shower and concoct a damn good explanation. I'll get your clothes cleaned for tomorrow. I'll bring you some sweats," I said, tossing the first aid kit onto the counter and walking out.

When I returned he was still sitting on the toilet and hadn't moved at all to get into the shower.

"Happy," I said.

"I want to tell you everything, but I need to know you feel the same way I do," he said.

"The hell does that mean?" I asked, going to sit on the edge of the tub.

"I like you, (Y/N)," he said. "I need to-."

"I like you too Happy," I said. "I thought I was making that pretty damn obvious."

"I'll explain then," he said. He started telling me about the MC and eventually got to tonight and a fight that ended with him bashing some guys face off a cinder block wall.

"Happy," I said softly. He grabbed both my hands in his.

"It's a lot. You can be angry," he said. "I would be."

"No. I'm just worried about you," I said. "Why don't you shower and we'll talk more in a bit?"

"Join me?" He asked, looking up at me with a completely straight face.

"Not tonight," I said. He stood up and started to strip his clothes off. I took them and started them in the washer before going to make myself some tea.

I sat down at the kitchen table, staring at my mug and thinking about his life. Was I really ready to take all this on for him? Absolutely yes. Hands down. No questions asked.

"There's my grease monkey," Happy said as he snuck up behind me.

I jumped and instantly started swearing at him. "For fucks sake. Don't do that. You're gonna give me a heart attack."

He chuckled a little and sat down at the table with me. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up.

"I want to be all in with you, Happy," I said. "I just don't know how to do that safely."

"You're safety is my number one priority and no one will ever hurt you," he said.

"You mean that?" I asked. He nodded a little.

"Then I guess it's settled," I said. "I'm going to switch the laundry over and head to bed. I still have to be at TM by 10."

"I'll take the couch," he said.

"No boyfriend of mine is sleeping on the couch," I said. "Go to the bed. I'll be there in a minute."

I headed off to switch the laundry over, thankful the stains had come out the first time.

When I headed to bed, Happy was sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the pictures on my dresser.

"Friends mostly," I said. He nodded and we cuddled up on the bed together.

"Goodnight my grease monkey," he said softly.

"Goodnight Happy."