Beauty and the Beast
Clay thought he had escaped having a child, until a girl claiming to be his nineteen year old daughter shows up in Charming. Opie/OC
I Don't own anything SOA
Beginning in season 2
Was I really doing this? Driving half way across the country to talk to this guy, Clay Morrow. After nineteen years of snooping in my mother's thing my grandfather finally let his name slip; Two days after we put my mom in the ground.
"ISABELLA GRACE MORROW! You are acting just like Clarence!" my grandpa shook his head at me as I passed him in the front sitting room, his usual sweet tea in his hand.
"Just like who?" his sentence pulling me out of my straight shot out of the front door.
"He was stubborn too, that's why she left him. He would never change, he would never leave Samcro."
I felt my eyebrows push together as he continued talking.
"Gramp, who are you talking about?"
"You're father Grace, Clarence Morrow,"
That was two weeks ago, you'd be surprised who can be hunted down on the internet with three keywords.
Clarence. Morrow. Samcro.
Without a second thought I was in my car with clothes in the back on the highway out of Georgia and straight on the road to California. What would I say to him when I finally saw him?
"Hey I'm your daughter, Grace, tell me where you've been."
Whatever I'd say I needed to think of it fast.
Other POV
"Who the fuck is ringing the phone at this time of day?" Gemma Morrow muttered as her house phone rang off the hook in the kitchen. She reached in the dark for the light switch trying to light up the room, finally she made her way to the phone.
"This better be good," The dark haired woman almost screamed into the phone, not bothering to say hello.
"Hello, is Clay there?" a southern accent filled the speaker of the telephone.
"Who's asking toots?" Gemma asked the man.
"My name is Andy Anderson.." She snarked at the name, "I have business with Clay, I need to speak with him."
"Look, Clay isn't here, and even if he was he doesn't have business that I don't know about,"
Gemma walked to the wall trying to hang up.
"Wait, I'm Annabelle's father, is this Gemma?"
The name of the woman surprised Gemma, the woman had been the downfall of Clay, and the only reason Clay and she became close was because Anna had left him.
"Anna huh, how is the bitch?" Gemma snarled, becoming more angry by the second.
"She recently passed away," the man took a deep breath. "That is why I'm calling,"
"Why did she leave him something in the will," She interrupted the man, trying to hold in a laugh.
"Yeah, a daughter," This shocked Gemma into silence, a uncommon state for her. "She disappeared two days ago, I think she's on her way there,"
"I'm listening,"
Grace's POV
What was I doing here?
I must be crazy!
Those negative thoughts were the only thing running through my head as I approached the front door of the house bright and early on a Saturday morning.
After a few deep breaths I finally brought my hand up to the dark wood door, knocking; all that could be heard was my heart beating against my rib cage, and my brain beating against my skull trying to escape. I heard feet creaking on the wood floor and instantly took off down the walk way, speeding for my car.
"Hey Toots! Get your ass back here," A deeper woman's voice stopped me. Instantly I turned around towards the house I was running from. A dark haired woman stood in the doorway smoking a cigarette her other hand on her hip. "I was wondering when you'd show up, come here," she called me close walking over to the lounge chairs. "Well at least you're pretty," she muttered looking me up and down when I got close.
"Thanks, I think" I muttered not really knowing what else to day.
"That's a compliment baby," she tapped the chair beside me. I nodded as I set by her.
"How do you know who I am?" I questioned finally catching my bearings.
"You're pops called," she put out one cigarette and lit up another. "He was worried about you,"
"I don't know why I left," I looked down at my hands scraping away my nail polish with the other.
"Because, curiosity always gets the best of us baby girl," she reached out to me, tucking my hair behind my ear like she'd known me my whole life.
"Are you his wife?" I questioned the woman.
"Yes, names Gemma,"
"Mine's Grace," I attempted to smile at the woman.
"He didn't know, that you're mom was pregnant," I nodded my head, I had figured. "Come on, lets get you something to eat," she stood, but I didn't follow. "He's not here sweet heart," she reached her cold hands out to mine pulling me to my feet.
Before I knew what had happened I was fed and laying across her couch covered up.
"Who's this?" I heard a man's voice whisper when I finally came to still stretched across Gemma's living room couch.
"That, Jax is you're new sister!" Gemma's voice whispered back in a tone I had learned wasn't as aggressive as I thought.
"What?" the voice muttered back. "Dad had another kid?"
"No Jax, she's clay, look at her," Gem snapped. "How are you doing Op?" I had kept my eyes closed, hoping to get insight on the woman whose couch I was sleeping on.
"I'm doing," the deepest voice I had ever heard made my eyes shoot open, "It will just take time," his voice was quick and smooth.
"Hey Darling," Gemma spoke as she noticed my eyes had opened.
"Hey," I should have looked at her, I might of even tried, but I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I knew just by looking at the two new men in the room whose voice I had heard, both men were tall, but one towered over the other, everything about him was larger than life. He had a bunch of wet hair hanging out of the bottom of a gray beanie that had seen better days, a matching leather vest to the other man, but somehow his looked better, under the vest his sleeves were a red plaid print. He was like a chic lumber jack if that was possible on such a large frame, but that wasn't the most rememberable part of him, it was the look of sadness stretched across his face it was so plain on his face, it could bring bystanders to tears.
"Did you sleep okay? I would of let you have a room, but you were asleep before I could say anything," I couldn't believe how this woman instantly allowed me into her house, fed me and offered me a place to sleep.
"Yes Ma'am, I slept fine, I was just tired I guess,"
"None of that Ma'am bullshit this isn't Georgia," she raised the sides of her mouth, almost in a smile.
"Yes Ma'am, I mean,"
The two men in the room laughed.
"This is my son Jax," she pointed at the smaller of the two, a long haired blonde man with a baby boy face. "And his friend Opie," she nodded at the lumberjack.
"Hey, I'm Grace," I stood up and adjusted my clothes, "I was just leaving," I smiled at the men, feeling the tears weld behind my eyes.
"You're not going anywhere," Gemma stood in front of me as I attempted to walk out of the living room.
"Coming here was a mistake, I know that now," I tried to smile at Gemma.
"Might have been, but you're not leaving," she put her hands firmly on my shoulders. "You're here for good, we take care of our own,"
"I'm old enough to take care of my self,"
"Nineteen is just barley old enough to not choke on food,"
"I've been doing just fine, haven't choked in years,"
"You haven't even met Clay yet," She pushed me when I tired to move forward.
"All the more reason to go, now we can all pretend nothing happened. I was never here and he can go on with his life,"
"Jax tell her she isn't leaving,"
"Listen, what Gemma wants she gets," the blond just shrugged his shoulders.
Soon the front door flew open and a large mountain of a man filled the doorway. He had gray hair cut into a boxy shape, and an sullen face.
"Clay," Gemma said in the man's direction. I believe it was more for my conformation then hers.
"Who is this?" The man seemed to almost buck up in my direction, like he was expecting trouble. I noted he was also wearing the leather vest.
"It seems all those years ago your dear sweet Annabelle left with more than just you're heart,"
AN: so I haven't written anything in three zillion years, but I've had this idea floating in my head every time I watch SOA.
So this story is going to take place during Season 2 of SOA and somethings are going to be changed, obviously like in most fanfictions.
Also, Opie and Donna didn't have any kids in my little world of imagination.
Let me know what you think, is this even worth continuing?
-LANA