Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Full credit goes to Kurt Sutter and the amazing writing team. This is NOT based on any real life events or people and is completely a work of fiction.
It was a brisk day in late February, in the small town of Charming, California. A light breeze shaking the trees and heavy overcast created an eerie atmosphere. Everyone was busy at work, or doing their everyday errands. All except for Gemma Teller, she was on a secret trip to "Kikks & Tom's Tatts" the only tattoo and piercer anyone in SAMCRO went to. It was three days before the big 20 years with Clay. She wanted something special, not to mention permanent.
"How you doing Tommy" Gemma grinned, pulling him into a tight hug.
"Life's good babe. You're looking good." Tommy spoke grasping her hands.
"Coming up on the 20 year with Clay!" She bit her lip. Then glanced over to see a cute redhead in the back.
Tommy followed her gaze. "New, real good girl, very talented."
"She planning on living in Charming?" Gemma scanned the girl. Early 20's, dyed red hair, full sleeve, nice rack. Sure to be a hit with the guys.
"Gizelle!" Tommy spoke. "Come here, there's someone you should meet."
She got up and walked over. Wondering who this woman was, very pretty in a harsh sort of way. Mid forties maybe?
"So Gem… If it's all good with you, I'll leave you with her." He questioned.
Gemma smirked, perfect opportunity to get her introductions. "Young, biker type, and moving to Charming? Hell it's my duty to check this shit out." Gemma replied as if Gizelle wasn't in the room.
She lead Gemma to the chair. "What's your name darling?" Gemma spoke with authority.
The girl lightly laughed to herself, she should make her regret it, but Gemma felt a connection to the cute girl and let it slide.
"It's Gizelle, but I go by Ezzy." She replied.
"Gemma. So… I hear you're planning on moving to Charming." The biker queen stated flatly.
"Thats the plan. I've traveled a lot recently, and I think Charming is the place to land." Ezzy questioned why the woman was so curious about her.
"You're probably wondering why I need to know so much." Gemma grinned.
"Yeah I guess I am." She chanced a crooked smirk.
"My husband is the president of a motorcycle club called the Sons of Anarchy. We have a lot of pull in the small town. And you seem to be the biker type." She spoke each word with power, emphasizing the details, to get her point across.
"That's not something you hear everyday." Ezzy laughed. "So what can I do for you. In the tattoo or piercing industry anyways?"
"A wedding band sort of thing. Clay on the back side of my ring finger & our anniversary on the inside." Gemma awed at the thought, she wanted him on her permanently, he was the love of her life.
"Anniversary?"
"20 years"
"Wow. I guess I don't have to warn you that it is permanent then." Ezzy pried, she wanted to see what gave this woman such power. "Oh and what's the date?"
"February 28th, 1988. So… sweetheart. Yah got boyfriend?" Gemma needed to know everything.
"Naw. I've dated but the world is full of douchebags." She giggled.
"That it is." Gemma agreed. "So… Ezzy, what kinda stuff you into?"
"Umm… well obviously I love body modification. Art is my passion. And I do have a love of Harleys." She replied truthfully, needing to see the reaction.
"You're gonna be a hit in my town."
"So which writing style?" Ezzy attempted to get the conversation off of herself.
"The last one." Gemma motioned to a clear, slanted script, not too feminine, but still intimate.
"Good choice. So you're very interested in me. Why?" She dared.
'The balls on this bitch.' Gemma thought. "When new pussy comes into my town it's my job to find where you stand. Croweater? Outcast? Old-Lady?"
"What else you wanna know?"
"Where do you come from?" She asked.
"Colorado. The fabulous city of Denver." Ezzy replied sarcastically. "I was being drowned by my
'classy' family. Both parents lived shit ass lives but still thought they were better than the rest of the world."
"Yeah I get that." Gemma noticed just how much this young girl reminded her of herself.
They continued silently. After the tattoo was finished. They walked up to the front.
Gemma payed, with a discount of course. "When are you moving?"
"The 1st." Ezzy replied honestly.
"Find me when you move darling." Gemma turned and walked to the door. "One last question. How old are you?"
"I'll be 22 in April." Ezzy smiled.
The biker queen walked out and got into her caddy. Ezzy admired her power and swagger. She was truly the queen of the town.
Next stop was target. Tattoo concealer, lotion, and some groceries. The trip was quick, in a nd out. Gemma concealed her tattoo and put her ring back on. She chance Clay seeing it until their anniversary night.
When she got home she put the groceries away and checked her meatloaf. She then went upstairs to clean up, and fix her hair and makeup.
She pulled up to Teller-Morrow about 20 minutes later. She strutted over to the garage where she saw Jax and Clay working. All eyes were on the queen. In a skin tight black tee, boobs popping out, tight jeans, and black pumps she had every guy fearing a public chubby.
Gemma walked up to her son and gave him a tight hug. "Hey" she grinned.
Then on to Clay. He wiped the grease off of his hands. "Hey baby!" . She said nothing, just walked up placing her hands on his face and kissing him. Passionately.
The guys all clapped and cheered at the king and queen. "Get it Clay" Chibs exclaimed in his accent.
"You lucky son of a bitch." Tig replied sarcastically.
"Lets leave early?" Clay suggested, excited by his wifes forwardness.
"I believe we still have some plans to make for the 28th." She slyly commented. 'What on earth was he planning?'
Clay followed her home on his bike. He walked in first and was greeted by the overwhelming smell of meatloaf.
"You made dinner!" He said with a fakely surprised face. He walked up and placed his hands on Gemma's hips, pulling her into him.
"So are you gonna tell me what we're doing for our anniversary?" She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"We're gonna get outta this shit hole tomorrow night!" He smirked, this was gonna be perfect.
Gemma attempted to fight off her smile by chewing on her cheeks. She wrapped her arms over his shoulders, and her legs around his waist. "Your amazing." She slurred into his ear.
Clay carried his wife to their bed. Where they spent an hour making love.
Ezzy parked her black ford F-250 in the hotel lot. All though, she had many skins after the beautiful queen of bikers, that was all she could think about. Most people judged her with one look, due to her style and body mods. But this woman knew she would be a hit with her friends and family. What kinda shit would this bring?
Outlaw bikers? That she had never dealt with, sure she never really understood or respected the law. She was always the odd one out, was never popular, didn't have the perfect high school experience. This was mostly because, by kindergarten she knew who she was, and what she wanted to do with her life.
She was what her parents hated and judged. Thinking tattoos and piercings ment drugs, crime and violence. For Ezzy, it was never that, it was art, decorating her body. But her parents didn't get it, they didn't remove the judgement, they just moved her in it. And she couldn't care less.
Ezzy had left at 18 and never looked back. She had been through Miami, San Francisco, and Chicago, she was done with big cities and decided to give Charming one year. With Gemma Teller, came hope. Hope for friends, hope for family, and hope for finally fitting in. But with Gemma Teller, also came fear.