Title: Saving the Crow
Summary: A daughter of SAMCRO falls for one of the Nomads. Will she be a good old lady or will she discover she's better off as the lone biker princess?
Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. That comes from the brilliant mind of Kurt Sutter. It is also partially owned/licensed to FX Network.
A/N: No word on how speedy or regular the updates are going to be for this story. I'll post the chapters once I get them written.
For most people, the story is told from beginning to end – making perfect sense. But for Trinity Morrow, things rarely worked out that way. She didn't believe in fairy tales – they just weren't possible in the MC way of life, especially not when your dad threatened your dates with AK-47s. Don't misunderstand the situation; Trinity loved her life and all of the people in it, but she sometimes wondered if there was more out there.
As she sat on her bed, contemplating life, her fingers traced over an old picture of her parents. Her mom had died when she was little, seven or eight years old. They had always been close, so the loss Trinity felt was paramount. If that wasn't bad enough, John Teller, her father's best friend, passed away that same year in a terrible motorcycle accident. 'Dragged one hundred feet and he still lived for three days…..that's one tough son of a bitch.', she mused to herself. Eventually,things evened out a little bit. Her father remarried, ironically enough to John's widow, Gemma. Trinity loved Gemma, and her son Jax, so the combining of the families wasn't a big shock or anything. She's shaken out of her reverie by a knock on the dorm door.
"Yo, little bit – you ready to go? Tigger's about five seconds away from killing our SAA."
"Yeah, Tux, I'll be out in a minute."
Trinity shoved the photo back into her pocket and took one last look around the room. For the past few months, Trinity had been staying with the Tacoma charter, to learn more about being a mechanic – or, that's what her dad had told her at least. After a night of too many drinks, she convinced Vegas, the Tacoma Charter President, to tell her the real reason – the Mayans had been starting some shit down in Charming and her father wanted her to get out of dodge. She was pissed at first. After all, she was 22 years old damnit, and had been able to fire a weapon since she was five. But, being the daddy's girl she was, Trinity let go of the anger and went with the flow. Her father had put the call in a few days ago that it was clear for her to come home, and it had taken those few days for a few SAMCRO boys to get to Tacoma to help with the trip. Trinity put on her leather vest and headed out to the parking lot, meeting up with the others who were making the trip. Koz was joking with Tux and Vegas, and Tig was being…well…Tig.
"Damn shame you aren't making the trip with us, V. It's going to be a hell of a coming home party."
"Kid, I'd love to – but someone has to stay here and make sure the garage keeps running. You give me a call and let me know you got there alright."
"Will do. Catch you later, V."
She said, giving the older man a hug, before walking over to her bike and getting on.
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SOA
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"Goddamned Son of a bitch!"
Happy's shout sounded more like the roar of a lion before it pounced, as he lifted the metal garbage can with ease, tossing it across the parking lot. Most of the guys knew better than to try and stop what most people would describe as a psychotic episode; Jax shook his head slightly, Chibs' eyes were focused on the ground, a few others were taking gentle puffs from their cigarettes. It was the first time since he had began prospecting that Half-Sack could remember being this nervous and shaky.
"Shouldn't we do something before he destroys the shop? Call Clay or something?"
Gemma shook her head gently, taking pity on the prospect for the moment.
"No baby, we just let him go for it. Some guys drink, others fight it out in the ring – Happy likes to fuck shit up. There's only one person in the world that has ever been able to stop him mid-breakdown and Tig just left to pick her up."