Most likely a good idea to read Irish Rose if you haven't all ready.
I'm on a bit of an Irish buzz so thought I would pick up with Enny.
As always I don't own SOA or any of the characters from the show. This is however an original story of my creation with my own main character. It takes place in Charming and incorporates SOA themes but does not fit into any of the series of the show.
She inhaled deeply, tilted her head up slightly and exhaled, watching as the smoke drifted away into nothing. She found herself thinking that she should give up but it wasn't the first time she had thought it and no doubt it wouldn't be the last.
She examined the cigarette and took a final draw before flicking it away.
"For Christ sake would you hurry up, you're worse than a woman," she yelled
"Not all of us can be as good looking as you," he said planting a kiss on her lips and jumping on his bike.
"Aye, I agree, tis a shame really," she climbed on behind him.
They pulled into the club to cheers from varies SAMCRO men and other club associates.
"I said I didn't want a big party," she sighed.
"Aw come on babe, we will be lucky if we ever get to have a wedding party so make the most of it," he told her helping her off.
They had been living a blissful life together in Charming for six months or at least a semi blissful life. For six months she had been free of worry and panic about UVF or IRA but she had been called on multiple times to help out different charters of SOA.
In total she had been out of Ireland for almost eight months but she still thought about her homeland every day. Every now and then she woke up and had to remind herself she was Enny-Marie Tragger living in the United States not Enya Kathleen Clarke of Belfast. One thing she didn't need reminding of was that the man next to her was Chibs Telford.
Since her "death" she had become part of Charming. Anyone who knew her real identity kept quiet either too loyal to the club or too scared of the club. The only person back in Ireland who knew she was really alive was her mother who she still had contact with as often as safety allowed.
Once she was well enough she got a job at the local hair salon as an apprentice hairdresser which, along with money from her father's American saving accounts allowed her and Chibs to buy a small two bedroom house in the same street as Jax and Tara, white picket fence and all. Her boss was a friend of the club and often let her take a lot of time off whenever the club needed her. She was the happiest she had been in a long time. Even Fiona's refusal to divorce Chibs didn't upset her all that much, she had the man she didn't need a piece of paper.
They walked hand in hand into the club house, "fiancé has a much better ring to it than husband anyway. We can be engaged till we die, or until she dies which let's face it, will probably never happen."
"Aye, bloody immortal," he laughed, "we shall live in sin and you will give birth to a hoard of bastards."
She laughed off his mention of having children. It wasn't a subject they had discussed nor was she likely to any time soon. She knew if she had more children she would be a paranoid mess throughout the pregnancy and all through the child's life.
It was a classic SOA party. Trashy girls, horny men and drunken story telling about days of old. She sat on Chibs' lap and observed the room as he talked to Happy, she loved these people and was so happy but still she felt like a little bit of was missing without her Ma.
"You all right babe?" she heard Chibs ask. It was the second time he had asked but the first time she actually heard him.
"Huh? Yeah fine," she smiled
Happy chuckled "you look like you're in another world darling"
"Aye, another country more like," she said retuning her gaze to the room, spotting Juice being tormented by Tig she got up to join them.
"Thought she was over the whole homesick thing?" Happy asked Chibs.
"Aye, comes and goes. Doesn't help that I've had a bit of contact with Belfast lately trying to get Fi to sign the divorce papers. If I try to help her she gets shitty so I just ride out the little mood swings and hope she snaps back quickly."
Happy nodded. He had noticed she had been a bit moody over the last week but had thought it was just her being mad about Fi.
"You know what chicks are like man, can never keep them happy and even when you think they're happy they're most likely not," Happy mused, "speaking of chicks that new croweater looks mighty fine, catch you later brother."
Tig and Enny had become really like brother and sister. They would wrestle and play fight out in the ring and if Chibs wasn't around he was the first one to get defensive of her if needed. Chibs watched them now as Tig and Enny ganged up on Juice, Enny making sure that Juice missed every shot so that Tig would win.
When meeting new people she always introduced Tig as her big brother and he did the same, often calling her Sis. Not long after she had got out of hospital they had got together and created their back story and he had filled her in on everything she needed to know about "their" father.
Chibs couldn't help but smile at how easily she fitted in and how perfect their lives were. He got up and joined them, fouling a shot that Tig was about to take.
"Aww what?" Tig protested
"Thought I would come even out the playing field a bit, old Juicey needs all the help he can get," he said giving her a wink and she gave a cheesy over the top wink back.
Feel free to let me know what you think so far.
xx