A/N: To everyone who has read this before and wondered what happened, I completely spaced about keeping my summary K rated. Obviously the term 'shitting' isn't K rated, so the admins pulled the story and froze my account for a week. I'll be putting the chapters back up and updating soon now that I'm done with school. Sorry everyone!
Clay Morrow was fairly sure that if there was a God, He was shitting on him. There was just way too much going on for Him not to be. Three months ago it had all been so peaceful, and within the span of a few weeks' time everything had gone to hell. Three months ago SAMCRO had gotten a new addition—a patch over from the Belfast chapter in Ireland. The kid, Aedan Callaghan, had been getting tired of Ireland, and particularly Jimmy O's sway over the chapter, and had asked to be transferred. Clay didn't have any qualms about accepting the kid—the president of the Belfast chapter had only good things to say about him. He'd only recently fully patched over, and had spent the past three years prospecting, an unusually long time in Clay's opinion. But he'd learned everything he needed to, and was good with cars to boot. Clay knew he'd fit in, and after Aedan had gotten the vote from his charter, he'd patched over. There had been a brief issue over his sister—someone who had regularly hung around the charter in Ireland—who he had wanted to join him in California. She, however, had apparently been dating some boy from town and hadn't wanted to leave 'her boys'. So, Aedan had come alone, and fit in surprisingly well. All the boys enjoyed his company, and Chibs had been more than pleased to see a familiar face from home. With the patching over of Aedan, however, had come way more complications than Clay had been willing to deal with.
Aedan had been on his first real job with SAMCRO. He, Tig, Chibs and Bobby had been in charge of breaking into a safe house just on the edge of town. Someone had agreed to testify in the case that the feds were trying to make against the club for dealing arms. Unfortunately, that had meant tracking down who it was, where they were being kept, the works. The club had managed to track the guy to a safe house, and had gotten in without any trouble. The guards and one agent that had been guarding the place were unconscious, tied up in the front room. Alex, the guy who'd ratted on them and had previously worked for the Real IRA, found himself in a nasty predicament—tied to a chair, four big bikers threatening his life unless he promised not to testify. Midway through threatening him, something caught Bobby's attention. He pulled Chibs to the side, whispering to him and pointing towards the front door. The Scotsman glanced over, pulling his mask down, gun out, and nodded.
"Something wrong?" Aedan questioned, Bobby shaking his head.
"Nah, just figured it'd be a good idea to have someone at the front door, just in case."
Aedan didn't push the issue, and the remaining three went back to questioning the guy.
Chibs, however, walked silently into the front room, wary of the possibility that Bobby had been right and someone else was in the house. What he saw, however, was not what he'd been expecting. Standing in the doorway, black mask pushed up atop their head, was a young woman. Her skin was fair, auburn hair braided down her back, and she held a gun in one of her gloved hands. She wore all black, and her eyes were fixed on the three people unconscious on the floor. When she glanced up, it looked like was about to scream. Her eyes, an impossibly bright shade of the deepest green Chibs had seen, locked onto him. Neither of them spoke, but she quickly turned to the door, shut it and locked it. She clicked the safety of her gun on, setting it onto the side table, pulled her mask off and extracted what looked to be a satellite phone from her pocket. Typing a number in quickly, she put the phone to her ear, waiting for whomever she was calling to answer. When they did, she spoke quickly, and Chibs almost gaped when he heard the familiar Irish accent that coated her words.
"Michael, I need ye tah do me a favor…no questions asked, just do it…alright?"
She waited for him to reply, before taking a slow breath, "Go into my room and look under the bed. There should be a black duffel…got it? Good, don't look inside. Go across the street…"
Once more, she paused, waiting for the man, Michael, to reach his destination, "Knock three times on Mr. Faegan's door. When he opens up, tell him what I say word for word."
Another pause before, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. She'll see you in another life…got it? Good. Just give it to him; he'll know what to do."
The woman fell silent again, listening once more, longer than before, "Michael, I can't tell yeh, and I probably won't see yeh again. Just know that I love yeh like a brother…stay with the boys, and ye'll be safe…goodbye."
Chibs wasn't sure whether he should shoot the woman or question her, but all he could do was stare at her as she put the phone to her ear again, "Hello Mr. Faegan…yah, it's time…I dunno, but whatever yer thinking, Jimmy wants me dead…no, there aint nobody here, no gun runners anyways. He fuckin' set me up is what…no, Aedan can't find out I'm here, it'll just put him at risk…"
She remained silent for a minute, listening carefully to whatever this Mr. Faegan was telling her, before letting out a shaky breath, "I know…just, tell Nathan that I love him, and that he has to move on. He can't wait for me, or come find me, he needs to find someone—what?"
The color drained from the woman's face in an instant, eyes widening and liquid forming around the rims of the deep green orbs, "I…understand…prolly just Jimmy tyin' up loose ends…I…I have to go. Thank yeh for everything…I'll see yeh in another life."
When the call ended, she dropped the phone to the ground, picked up the gun, flicked the safety off and shot it several times. That had gotten the boys attention, just in time for her to look up at Chibs.
"I ain't here to hurt yeh…just let me be on my way. I never saw nothin', I swear," she said quietly, setting the gun down again and holding her hands up. Bobby, Tig and Aedan rushed into the room, the Sergeant-at-arms speaking first.
"What the fuck is going on? And who the hell is she?"
It was Aedan, however, who answered their questions, "Holy Mary, mother of God…sis? What the hell are yeh doing all the way out here?"
The girl's head snapped to Aedan, eyes widening again as she took a step backwards, "Aedan? Fuck…yeh weren't supposed to see me. Yeh can't know I'm here," she muttered, their new member walking over and grabbing her shoulders, forcing her to calm down as he muttered to her in Gaelic.
The two talked quietly, Chibs only picking up bits of their conversation, grateful that he understood the language. Bobby and Tig just looked lost, until the two separated. She looked sad, tired, defeated, and he seemed torn between joy and sorrow.
"We better finish up and go back…Clay'll want to know about this."
And so there they sat, all the members gathered around the table, Aedan picking at his nails while they sat in silence, trying to decide what to do. From what he'd said, his sister, Ailis, had been friends with all the SAMBEL members, and had known Jimmy O and his crew for a long while, as they all had. Jimmy had sent her stateside to deal with someone he'd claimed was a threat to the business deal between the Real IRA and the Sons of Anarchy. Loyal to the club, and their mother chapter, she'd immediately agreed—what choice did she have anyways? Saying no to Jimmy O was a death wish, and everyone knew it. When she'd arrived, however, she had quickly realized that he'd sent her into a trap. One lonely girl with a .38 handgun against three armed and well trained guards was a death warrant. She'd wasted no time having her emergency bag—packed with forged documents and all sorts of goodies—dragged from her house and sent over. But now they had to decide what to do with the girl. She posed a definite threat to the club—if Jimmy O wanted her dead, then there must be some reason. Harboring her was a danger…but at the same time, she was an innocent young woman. Aedan had made it clear that if she went, he would go too. His sister, also his twin, was not going to go anywhere unprotected, and if he was the only one willing to keep an eye out on her, then he'd do whatever necessary—even leave SAMCRO and the Sons for good.
"All in favor?" Clay said, watching as every single member raised their hand.
"Alright…tell your sister she can stay."