Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters from the show. They all belong to Kurt Sutter and FX

This is a sequel to "Slanted and Enchanted". It might be possible to read it without having red the first one but I'm guessing it could be confusing. "S & E" followed the storyline from the second and third season. In this one I'm completely ignoring the events of the fourth season and any seasons after that. If anything is confusing, let me know and I'll try to clarify it.

This story takes place more than ten years later and follows Grace. I hope you like it!

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Chapter 1: Sounds like Grace

Skip got off his bike and stretched his back. The ride hadn't been that long but he had worked long hours lately. He was finally in Charming. He had gone there with his president, who was also his dad; Big Al, their sergeant at arms, Sisco and his older brother Tiny.

Halfway there they had been met by the Redwood president Jax, VP Opie and the infamous Happy. They were going to stay in Charming for a while. Partly to pay respect but also to plan for a big run and meet the following spring. It had been decided it was time for it.

Skip had been patched in just six months earlier. Being the son of a president didn't speed up the prospect period or made it any easier but it did grant you some favors once you were patched in. He had been dying to see the original chapter since he was a kid and when this opportunity had presented itself, his dad showed him how proud he was of him by letting him tag along.

Three boys were sitting on a picnic table, two blonds and one with black hair, they looked like they were around ten years old. The two blonds slightly older than the other kid. When they had parked their bikes the kids jumped down, the two blond ones walked up to Jax and the other to Happy.

Skip had met most of the member earlier, Happy as well. He had never really talked to him, Happy wasn't a talkative man and neither was Skip. Everyone knew of him, he was still called the Tacoma Killer even though he'd been in Charming for more than ten years. He didn't say much but when the boy walked up to him he got a genuine smile. It didn't fool Skip for a second, it was a well known fact that getting kids and a wife hadn't soften Happy but it was obvious he had a soft spot for his kid.

"Mom's here." The kid said.

"Where?" Happy said and got of his bike.

"In the clubhouse, with Tara." During the last part he looked over at Jax who nodded. "Something with her car."

Opie and Jax laughed. "Don't get why she doesn't retire that piece of shit." Jax said.

"Stubborn, you know her. She loves that fucking car." Happy said and started to walk towards the clubhouse with his arm around the boy's shoulders.

A black 1969 Karmann Ghia came out from the garage and the girl that stepped out from it made Skip loose his breath. She had long dark hair, lips in a slight smile and those small purky tits that Skip liked. The Motörhead t-shirt practically made her perfect. She nodded towards Jax and Opie.

"Hi, Sunshine! What's up with it?" Jax yelled.

"It's a shit engine, that's what's up with it." She smiled.

"Don't let Ava hear that." Opie said and walked up to her and gave her a hug. Skip knew that Ava was Happy's Old Lady so he assumed that this awesome car was hers.

Skip had to know and turned to Sisco. "Who's she?"

"You don't recognize her?"

"No."

"Grace, Happy's daughter. And she's jailbait so I'd wipe that smirk off my face if I was you." Sisco said with a smile.

Skip took another look at her. She looked over at him and he saw her eyes. He had met her twice before. Once when she was eight and he was thirteen, they hadn't talked much since she was both a girl and a child. Next time she was thirteen and he was eighteen. He had been trying to fix his bike when she had annoyed him by telling him what was wrong with it and what to do. To make her even more annoying, she had been right. He had ignored her the rest of her visit in Rogue River after that.

Happy came out from the Club House holding a woman around her waist. Her, he did recognize, Ava. He had met her as well and both his and his dad loved her. She walked up to the car and Grace.

"How's my baby?"

"She'll live."

"Ok, Grace. I'll see you when you're finished here." She turned to Happy. "Can someone give me a lift?"

"I'll take ya home, Ava" A thick scottish accent said and Skip saw Chibs walking up to Ava.

"Chibs'll take you home." Happy said and gave her a kiss. "Take care of her." He said to Chibs.

"You know it." Chibs smiled and they walked off to a truck standing on the other side of the lot.

Happy waited until she was far away and then turned to Grace. "Any chance I can convince you to fuck it up?" He said, nodding towards the car.

"You know it would break her heart, you would never want to do that to her." she smiled.

"Nah, you're right." He said and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

So that was Grace, Skip thought. He hadn't only met her, he had heard of her. Everyone had. The story of her biological dad, beating up her mom and her, just six years old, running for her life while calling Hap. How she knew more mechanics than than most bikers by the age of eight, started actually working on bikes when she was around ten and working extra on Teller-Morrow since she was fifteen. He had also heard that she had grown up to be pretty, but he hadn't been prepared for this. She wasn't just pretty, she was beautiful. Stunning.

"I'll see you later, dad." She said and got into the car again.

He watched her drive it into the garage and then felt his dad hit his arm.

"Seriously, don't even think about it." Big Al said and Skip realized that he hadn't taken his eyes of her the entire time and shook his head. "I'd hate to explain to your mom why you were killed by another member for having a boner for his daughter." Skip nodded to his dad. Happy would kill him, no doubt about that.

They got into the clubhouse and met the rest of the Redwood Originals. He had met all of them at one time or another, both when they had visited or at gun runs. It was still different to see them here at the first clubhouse when he was a member as well.

A while later they where at the bar, drinking, and the door opened and Grace walked inside. She got up to Happy, sitting at a chair by the bar, and put her arms around his neck from behind and leaned her chin on his shoulder.

"Daaaaaad."

Happy smiled but didn't turn his head. "What do you want, Sugar?"

"Can you give me a lift home, pleeeeaaaasee?" She said and kissed his cheek.

"Girl knows what she's doing." Big Al said and laughed.

"You have no idea." Opie mumbled into his beer, but he smiled.

"Mom needs the car." Happy said, still not looking at her.

"She doesn't start work until lunch tomorrow. I can get it for her before I go to school. Please?" She kept looking at him with begging eyes and then she kissed his cheek again. "Please. I wanna ride with you."

Happy shook his head and laughed. "Fine, but you'll do the explaining to mom when she has a fit."

She let go of Happy and Skip realized that he was staring at her again when her eyes suddenly met his and she smiled. By the time he managed to collect himself she had turned around and was on her way out.

"Sunshine! Are you leaving with my kiss?" He heard a yell from the couch where Bobby was sitting next to a Crow Eater.

She laughed and shook her head before going to him and giving him a kiss on his cheek. "I'll be here early in the morning. Behave Bobby." She said and then she was gone and took Happy with her.

"That girl has got the Tacoma Killer wrapped around her fingers." Sisco laughed.

"That girl has got the entire club wrapped around her fingers." Tig said and shook his head. "But we love her."

"Sunshine?" Tiny asked.

"Bobby! Why do we call Sunshine Sunshine?" Tig yelled.

"She lights up the room when she enters." Bobby said.

"That's why." Tig nodded. "She's our girl and if anyone of you lay a hand on her... I'll hand you over to Happy and enjoy the show."

Skip swallowed but Tiny laughed. "I'm engaged. Might not be as hot as her but she something. How old is she?"

"Seventeen." Jax answered.

"Trouble." Tiny said and Skip noticed his eyes on the girls with very little clothes who were in the couch. "What about those? They seem like a lot less trouble."

"They're up for grabs." Opie answered.

Tiny emptied his beer and walked over to the couch and sat down.

"How old are you?" Jax suddenly asked Skip.

"22, I'll be 23 soon."

"Fucking hell kid. That's some beard you've got."

Skip pointed at his dad. "It's in the genes."

Al laughed and stroked his beard who was all the way down to his chest. "We Owens are hairy men."

"I can tell." Opie laughed.

"Like you're any better, you're the worlds biggest gnome." Jax said with raised eyebrows. "On the other hand, how tall are you?" He turned to Skip.

"6' 5." Skip answered.

"I'm no longer the worlds biggest gnome." Opie seemed very pleased. "He got me by an inch."

Skip knew he was big, both he, his dad and his brother was. There was a reason they called his dad Big Al. And he was taller than him. A blond girls kept serving him drinks and he figured that having sex might take his mind of the girl he shouldn't think about. So he brought her with him to his room at the end of the night.

-o0o-

Grace and Peter were walking to the clubhouse early next morning. She had managed to persuade him to come with her to pick up her mom's car and it was obvious that he was starting to regret it.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." Peter kept nagging.

"You love me, that's why." Grace said and hooked his arm. "You love me soooo much."

"It's those damn eyes." Peter laughed and kissed her cheek. "Could make any man go crazy."

The lot was empty when they walked into it. "Come on. I bet Bobby has baked something."

"Think so? It's early."

"They're going somewhere this morning so most of them should get up early." She walked a little faster. "Besides, he knew I was coming, so he'll bake something."

"Those damn eyes." Peter said and shook his head.

She was right. Bobby was up and had made banana bread. "Morning Sunshine, morning Wormy." He smiled when they walked inside. "How the hell did she put you up to this?"

"Those damn eyes." Peter and Grace said as one and Bobby laughed.

"Puppy dog eyes." He nodded.

"I'm very good at them." Grace said and picked up a piece of bread and put some cream cheese on it.

"Oh, I know. We all do." Bobby turned around. "Coffee?"

Just then one of the Oregon guys came out, pushing a Crow Eater in front of him. He sat down at the table and Bobby offered him breakfast.

"Are you Skip or Tiny?" Grace asked and looked at him. Both brothers kind of looked the same but this was the one with slightly shorter hair and he was a bit more buff. They were both big but this one was... wider, not fat, just wider. And he was not as cute as the other one so she suspected that this was Tiny.

The guy looked at her. "Now I'm offended."

"I know that we've met, but none of you had a beard that time."

He laughed. "Just kidding. I'm Tiny, that's Skip." He said and pointed at his brother who came from the dorms. "I mostly remember you pointing out that our dad had showed you pictures of us and said that we liked bikes like you but weren't as smart as you."

"Sounds like Grace." Peter said and she hit his arm.

"I'm sure I'm still smarter than you." She turned to Skip. "Nice to meet you both." She gave him a smile

"What?" He said and looked confused. He was obviously very hung over and almost fell into the chair next to his brother.

For a second Grace wondered if it would actually hold for his weight. He had longer hair, almost down to his shoulders and it was a mess. He was quite a lot cuter she decided. Just like she remembered. He hadn't really paid attention to her earlier when they met. Probably because she had annoyed him but he had at least noticed her the day before.

"Grace has seen pictures of us, our dad pointed out that we like bikes but we weren't as smart as her."

"What?" Skip still looked confused.

"Evidence A." Grace said and pointed at Skip. "I rest my case."

The others laughed and Skip looked around. "What the fuck are you all talking about?"

"Just shut up and have some coffee. You're only making it worse." Tiny said and handed his brother a cup.

"We need to get going, Pixie Bitch." Peter said and stood up. "Thanks for breakfast." He turned back to Grace. "I'll drive."

"No, please. Let me drive." She looked at him with begging eyes, she knew it would do the trick.

"No way. I agreed to follow here and you'd let me drive back. Only reason I agreed."

"Only reason!" She gasped. "You're breaking my heart! Here I thought you loved me!"

"Don't even try. Give me the keys." He held out his hand towards her

"That's my Wormy." Bobby said and looked at them as if following a tennis match. "Stand up to her, she needs that."

"Wormy?" Tiny asked.

Peter turned to him. "When we were six I ate a worm to impress Grace. They won't let me forget it."

"And puked afterwards." Grace added, she considered it important information.

"Gotta give the kid credit. It worked." Bobby said.

"Sure did, he was so very brave." Grace kissed his cheek. "You can drive. But only cause you followed me here and were such a good sport about it." She glared at Bobby. "And because Bobby butted in, it would have worked if he had just shut up." Then she walked around the table and gave Bobby a kiss as well. "Thank you for breakfast. It was great, as always."

"You're welcome, Sunshine." Bobby hugged her. "Take care of her." He said the last part to Peter.

"Always. I'll defend her with my wormy arms every step of the way." Peter said and flexed his thin arms.

Grace shook her head. "Not sure why I keep you around, you've got spaghetti arms."

"Because you love me, sooo much. And your sense of normal is totally off, Pixie. Look at those guys." He pointed at Tiny and Skip. "Massive, no other guys look like that. No offense." He said the last part to Tiny and Skip.

"None taken." Skip said. He seemed like he was starting to wake up. Very cute, Grace noted once again. Handsome even. Kind of hot.

Her strain of thought about what Skip looked like was interrupter when Peter put his arm around her shoulders and pointed towards the door. "Out there, in the real world. I'm considered a stud, a man's man, a defender." He clenched his fist and looked towards the roof. "I coulda have class. I coulda been... a contender."

"Jesus fucking Christ. It's too early for this." Juice said and shook his head as he walked in. "You two are butt fucking crazy. Go to school."

Grace waved at them and then they took off.

Skip watched Grace leave. "Is that... like.. her boyfriend." It didn't seem likely that a hot girl like her would be with a scrawny kid like that.

"Nah. Peter's been her friend since he at that worm." Bobby said.

"And he's a fag. We let him hang around since Grace loves him to death and It's not like he's come on to any of the sweetbutts or anything." Juice added.

"He's a nice kid." Bobby tried and then he laughed. "He's nice but they're both crazy as hell."

Peter's line "I coulda have class. I coulda been... a contender" Is a Marlon Brando quote from the movie 'On The Waterfront' from 1954.