…7 YEARS AGO…

Belfast, Ireland 4:23 PM

It was raining, usual for Belfast, the mist soaking the eighteen-year-old Regan as she ran home from school. Her normal routine was to run home, shower, do some homework, and then cover some hours in Maureen's shop with Trinny. It was a bad idea to have the two teenagers together since all they did was giggle and gossip about everything, but Maureen trusted them for some reason. Short leg ran up the steps into her parents house, running right into Sean's back since he was just inside of the door. Luckily enough Sean caught her before she stumbled back out into the rain, hands locking on her arms until she was steady.

Almost every member of the Belfast charter of the Sons of Anarchy were in the house; sitting in chairs, on the kitchen table, counters, the sofa, wherever there was space. It wasn't terribly out of the ordinary for some of the men to be at the McElvy household, but not all of them at once. The sound of her mother sobbing on the couch caught her attention before she could speak, Regan turning toward her mom, Padraic catching her as she did so.

"Your Da crashed, Re…" he whispered into her ear softly, the tone in his voice letting her know her Dad wasn't coming home.

Regan began to sob, fingers clutching her boyfriends new cut and her tears soaked into the soft leather while her sobs shook her petite frame. Her dad, the man who taught her everything about motorcycles and fighting, was gone. And he was never coming back.

"Bastaird salach!" she screamed at McGee, blue eyes filled with fury. "Tell me why me Da had 4 bullet holes in his dead body!"

McGee backed away a few steps just as Sean grabbed hold of the raging brunette. "Re! I dunno what ya mean!" he shook his head.

Regan struggled in Sean's hold until he let her go, stopping short of punching Keith. "You're lying! Da wasn't found on a curve where he could have slipped off the road! He was found on the side of a straight away with four God damned bullets in him!"

"We didn't know, Regan," Sean spoke up, a deep frown ruining his handsome features. "We were told the same things you were. How did you find all of that out."

"I'm eighteen-years-old. I can go to the damned Coronah's office and get the information. Maybe you should do the same fucking thing," Regan growled, giving McGee a hard glare as she left the clubhouse.

…5 YEARS AGO…

Belfast, Ireland 6:04 PM

"Ma!" Regan called while tossing her keys in the bowl by the door followed by her wet boots in the doorway. It had been a long day, between opening Ashby's and bar-tending for the boys in the afternoon, she was ready for a shower and her bed. "Ma!" She hollered again, irritated that her mother wasn't answering her. As she walked through the living room towards her bedroom, she noticed the bathroom door was shut, her mother must have been in there showering, but Regan needed to ask her a question.

"Ma! Seriously!" Regan banged on the door a few times and when there was no answer, she went to open it. Locked. "What the fuck are you DOIN'!?" she yelled, and when there was no yelling from her mother about her mouth, Regan knew something was wrong. She jiggled the door handle a bit before stepping back and kicking the door as hard as she could. It took quite a few hard kicks before the door broke open and Regan just stared. Red stained the floor, the side of the tub, the water…her blue eyes stopped at the sight of her mother's arm on the side of the tub, fingers barely open with a deep gauge in her wrist. Aislinn's beautiful, curly red hair was soaked with the bloody water, her grey eyes shut tight as if she had been struggling when she died. Regan rest her hands over her mouth, tears flowing down her cheeks and into her sweater.

"Oh Ma…" she shook her head, finally letting out a scream that could chill someone to their bones. Regan managed to get her phone from her pocket and immediately called Padraic, only managing a 'Ma's dead' before hanging up. In a matter of minutes, Paddy, McGee, Liam, Sean, and a few other boys stormed into the house. Regan was sitting on the toilet just staring at her mother as she continued to cry. Keith moved into the bathroom, crouching down in front of Regan and softly cupping her cheek. He winced at the dead look to those pretty blue eyes, the corruption of the young woman going to haunt them both for years.

"Come on, Re. Let's get you to Mau's…" he whispered.

Regan didn't fight, didn't argue, she just went away and left her mother there.

…6 MONTHS LATER…

Regan shook her head, fighting with Maureen Ashby with every ounce of her being. "I'm not leavin', Maureen!"

"Regan! If you don't leave, Jimmy will kill you!" She pleaded back at the thick-headed twenty-year-old. This argument had been going on for a good hour at this point as Regan took all of the clothing Maureen was piling into the suitcase back out again.

"Re…you have to leave…" Paddy agreed with Maureen gently.

Angry tears stung Regan's eyes, all sorts of insults flowing from her mouth now until Maureen's hand connected with her right cheek.

"Regan Aisling McElvy. You are to go get your things and leave with Paddy."

And Maureen's words were law.

Notes: Okay, I'm FINALLY getting around to the re-write I am SO SO SO sorry. Thanks everyone for reading!