Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or anything else associated with the franchise. All that beautiful goodness comes from its creator. Thank you
March 13th 2002
The sun was shining high in the sky and the temperature was off the charts in Charming for the current time of year. Jax Teller was leaning under the hood of an old 85 Chevy, his sleeves rolled up due to the excess heat in the garage. With sweat pouring down his face Jax leaned back to wipe his forehead when he caught sight of a new 2002 Jeep Wrangler pulling into the yard.
With a raised eyebrow Jax glanced over to see Opie Winston's feet sticking out from under the cab. Jax whistled to grab his attention, "Yo Ope, check it out."
Opie rolled himself out from under the car sitting up to stare in the direction Jax was looking. The pair watched as the jeep parked and the door was kicked open by long legs wearing black pumps. The legs led into a short pair of blue jean shorts followed immediately by a tight fitting black tank top.
The guys stared enjoying the view, admiring the tight toned body from afar. They watched as the woman slammed the door shut and spun around on her heels in their direction. Her chest length chocolate hair falling in waves swirled around her petite frame as she reached up to brush a few strands from her face. She started walking forwards finally looking up so they could see her face.
"Fuck," was the only word to fall from Opie's mouth.
The woman strutted forward a bright smile spreading across her lips, her hazel eyes full of delight. She raced towards him letting out a squeal, "Opie!"
Opie jumped to his feet just as the tiny 5'4 foot woman leapt forward in the air into Opie's waiting arms. All her limbs wrapped around his muscular frame in a death grip that almost made him wheeze. He quickly slid his arms around her trying to offset the amount of dead weight she had thrown on him. Once he was able to manage the new edition on his tall frame he hugged her against his.
"Clary," he whispered affectionately against the top of her head.
The pair hugged tightly for a moment before Opie lowered the woman back down to her feet. The second she was on the ground she turned to Jax holding her arms up.
"Jackson!" the petite woman shouted.
Jax grinned pulling her in for a hug, "Ahhh Little Winston."
Clary Winston laughed jabbing Jax in his ribs with her fingers making him flinch. She looked at her cousin and his best friend with a dazzling smile that would put any model to shame, "How've you been boys? Miss me?"
"Always," Jax replied with his most flirtatious grin.
Opie immediately growled, "Dude!"
Clary's silvery laughter rang out around them as she punched Jax in the arm earning a small OW. She rolled her eyes at his whimper, "Pussy."
The door to the club house was pushed open as Tig, Kyle and Chibs made their way out to the patio. Tig came to a halt when he caught sight of the hot young piece of ass talking to Jax and Opie. He had stopped so suddenly that Chibs bumped into him making the Scottish man curse, "The 'ell brother."
Tig reached back tapping Chibs in the chest to catch his attention before pointing forward. Chibs looked up following the direction Tig was pointing to see a young beautiful woman leaning against the Chevy the young guys were working on.
"Oh…." Chibs muttered as all three men stared in appreciation from the picnic tables.
They continued watching as Opie draped a long arm around the woman's shoulder making her smile. Tig stepped forward rising and cupping his hands together to call out, "Hey you two get back to work. Y'all can get your dicks sucked later."
The group in the garage turned to look towards Tig with surprised expressions. Clary heard Opie growl next to her and she quickly raised her hand placing it on Opie's arm to silence him. Opie looked down at Clary with a raised eyebrow which she responded with a wink and sly smile.
Clary strode forward, walking passed Jackson and heading towards the three men wearing the SOA kuttes. She approached Tig with a seductive sway to her hips that made the men before her groan in desire. Coming to a stop right in front of Tig she looked up, staring him straight in the eyes, "So does that mean you're first?"
"Oh, you bet baby," Tig groaned.
She stood before him smiling and as he started to reach up to grab her hand to lead her away the feeling of a cold metal against his throat made him stop. The knife pressed forward putting pressure against his neck and Tig raised his hands slowly in surrender. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see the hard face of Piney Winston glaring at him.
Piney kept his knife pressed to Tig's throat while throwing a glare at Chibs and Kyle who stood a few inches back with surprised faces. Piney grabbed Tig by his sleeve with his knife still raised, "You and everyone else…."
"No one fucking touches her." Piney growled.
Tig bowed his head in understanding away from the direction of the blade, "Alright old man, calm down."
Piney lowered his hand closing the knife in the process before turning towards Clary. His eyes brighten and he smiled as he raised his arms.
"Piney!" Clary squealed taking a few steps forward into Piney's embrace.
Tig, Chibs and Kyle watched from the side with confusion. Piney leaned back holding Clary at an arm's distance away and stared at her with a large smile, "Look at you Clara, all grown up."
Clary beamed up at him, "Well that does tend to happen."
Piney laughed pulling her back in for another hug as the door to the clubhouse opened again this time for Clay, Gemma and Bobby. Gemma halted in place when she caught sight of Clary, standing there blinking in surprise.
It took only a split second for Gemma to come to her senses before she was marching forward. Piney barely had time to get out the way before Gemma was shoving him aside to throw her arms around the younger woman.
"Welcome home baby girl!" Gemma announced hugging her fiercely.
Clary returned the hug with just as much enthusiasm while leaning into Gemma's motherly embrace. The two hugged for a bit longer before breaking apart as Gemma reached up to brush Clary's hair away from her face.
"Look at you, prettier than your momma," Gemma smiled cupping Clary's chin, "Like a young Gene Tierney."
"Don't see how that's possible." Clary blushed looking Gemma in the eye thanks to the added length of her heels.
Both women turned as Clay approached them, Clary stepped forward bowing her head in respect, "Clay."
"Welcome back," Clay grinned bending down to hug her.
Clary returned the hug before stepping away and turning towards Bobby, "Elvis!"
Bobby chuckled meeting her halfway for a hug; he squeezed her so tightly she let out a little squeak. The three other members continued standing to the side wondering exactly who the new comer was. As Jax and Opie approached, Clary turned towards the group of people with her arm still linked around Bobby's shoulder, while he had his arm draped around her waist.
Jax stepped up next to Clary and began pointing at the men she didn't know.
"The blonde is Kyle," Jax announced pointing and Clary watched as the blonde man waved after being acknowledged.
"The Scot, his name is Chibs," Jax continued. Clary made eye contact with the Scottish man and winked at him as she puckered her lips for a second.
"And for last is the creepy fucker, Tig." Jax finished gesturing at the man from earlier.
Jax turned towards the other SOA members, "And this gentlemen, is Clary Winston."
The three men blinked at the name in surprise as Jax continued, "She's Opie's cousin, Piney's niece."
Tig whispered an oh fuck under his breath as Chibs glanced sideways at him. Neither could believe this hot piece of ass was going to be off limits.
"Come on over here and have a seat," Piney piped in walking over to one of the outside tables.
Clary walked over sliding onto the opposite side with Gemma right behind her. Clary smiled at her before turning to look at Piney a deep look of sadness creeping into her eyes, "Dad passed away."
"What?" Piney whispered.
"Oh baby, Piney I'm so sorry." Gemma also whispered reaching over to place her hands on top of Clary's.
Clary grasped Gemma's hands for a moment before staring at the devastated look on her uncle's face feeling terrible for the news she had to deliver. Leaning over she grabbed Piney's hand squeezing it softly, "Cancer, four months ago."
"Fuck," Piney leaned back rubbing his hand over his chin taking in the fact his brother was dead.
Clary continued squeezing his hand, "The last few months. It was tough, but he was ready in the end."
Piney was nodding before looking her in the eye, "Did he suffer?"
"No, he went quickly." Clary replied softly reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her face.
"Shit kid, I'm sorry you had to go through with that all alone." Piney sighed holding her hand.
Clary smiled leaning towards him over the table, "It's alright Uncle Piney, I spent the last few months taking care of him. I had my time to say goodbye."
"Last few months?" Piney repeated looking at her questionably, "You would have had to leave the service to do that."
"Yes sir. Discharged seven months ago," Clary replied.
Tig looked over at Chibs and Kyle in surprise before asking out loud, "What service?"
Clary turned towards the three men she had been recently introduced to, "Military four years."
"Four years in the military," Chibs repeated before continuing, "Doing what?"
Clary smiled slyly at him and the others, "Oh you know woman stuff."
"Like nurse or computer shit?" Kyle asked.
Clary nodded, "Something like that."
"They let you out to take care of your dad?" Clay asked.
"Yes, sir," Clary nodded.
Piney who had been sitting silently for the last bit of conversation turned towards Clary in concern, "What are you going to do now kid?"
Clary leaned a bit into the table as she addressed the others "I used most of the inheritance Dad left me to buy a house over on Hill Street."
Opie blinked at the mention of his street pondering for a second before it clicked, "Wait you bought old Fallow's place? That house they've been remodeling the last three months?"
Clary smiled brightly as she stared up at her cousin, "I wanted it be a surprise."
"Fuck it certainly is," Opie replied.
"What about a job?" Piney questioned out loud, "You got something set up?"
Clary smiled at her uncle and cousin, "Actually yeah. I got a job at an auctioning place that does work all over the world."
"Auctioning?" Bobby chimed in, "Like one of those people that have to shout out bids?"
Tig leaned around Bobby with a creepy grin, "Those people have to be real loud."
"Oh I can be very loud." Clary responded with a wink.
Tig groaned, dozens of dirty images running through his mind of the little minx. Clay stared at Tig noticing the far off look in his eye and quickly stepped forward, "Alright alright."
"Did you say all over the world?" Clay continued changing the direction of the conversation.
Clary nodded, "An LA company; has a lot of fancy clients that only request the best. It pays a pretty penny so nothing to worry about."
"But LA is like five hours away," Kyle commented.
"Fly out of Oakland or San Jose. An hour flight no big deal, then out to the rest of the world." Clary retorted.
Piney's eyes lit up knowing Clary meant to stay in Charming, "Well we're really happy you came here."
"Well this is a cause for celebration," Clay announced as Gemma leaned over giving Clary a hug, "Kyle, go grab some beers."
As Kyle turned to walk back into the clubhouse Clary turned her head over her shoulder, "Actually, a bourbon, neat, for me if you have any."
Kyle paused for a brief second before nodding, "Yes, ma'am."
The men around her broke out in a rowdy conversation shoving each other as Kyle delivered them beers. He walked over setting her glass down on the table as Opie slid onto the bench opposite of her. He glanced at Clary giving her a smile that she knew was probably rare for him to give someone. Taking a sip of his beer he cleared his throat, "You'll have to come by the house to meet Donna and the kids. She will be happy to have another girl to talk too."
"I can't wait to finally meet her Ope. I still feel terrible for missing your wedding." Clary replied sipping her drink.
"Hey, you were stuck over in Afghanistan, that's a good of excuse if any." Ope grinned.
Clary returned the smile, "Yeah I guess."
The sound of car doors opening and closing made Clary leaned to the side to see some girls and some other men climbing out of cars heading for the club house. She was watching intently as the bikers greeted the arriving ladies when she felt Gemma slide closer towards her.
"These guys will use any excuse to drown themselves in beer and pussy." Gemma chuckled as she lit a cigarette.
Clary downed her bourbon and set the glass back down on the table, "Well I'm extremely happy to be able to give them a reason."
"Come on sweetheart I'll show you around, make sure you have the right introductions." Gemma announced climbing to her feet pulling Clary along.
Clary smiled down at Piney and Ope who were staring up at her. Piney grinned raising his beer, "Go meet the family kid."
With those words from Piney she followed Gemma into the world that belonged to the Sons of Anarchy.
Clary looked into her bathroom mirror checking to make sure the knee length lilac sundress she had on looked right. Leaning forward she peered into the mirror seeing that the barely there makeup she had put on was still presentable. Positive that her appearance was perfect she walked into her bedroom to sit on the bed so she could slide the white wedges onto her feet.
Once her shoes were secured she headed down the hallway into the kitchen to grab the homemade apple pie she had made that morning. She had the older kitchen remodeled from its early nineties décor of oak cabinets to a more sleek modern grey. The old wooden counter tops had been replaced with a white gradient making the kitchen look much more luxurious. Picking up her precious cargo she walked out of the kitchen to the front door. Pulling it open with one hand she slipped out letting it fall shut behind her before turning to lock the door.
After locking up she crossed her small porch of the beige ranch house heading down the brick walkway to the street passing the picket fence turning once again to head down the sidewalk. She walked the quarter mile to Opie's house growing more and more nervous as she approached.
It was noon when she reached Opie's driveway and she stopped staring at his home taking a deep breath. She could do this; she could present herself as a normal loving human being for a few hours. Hell she had been a perfectly acceptable person till one am last night when she finally left the party at the clubhouse. She knew it was all about adapting to your surroundings and that was one thing she was exceptionally good at.
"You got this," she whispered to herself.
Rolling her shoulders back to straighten her posture she put on one of her most blinding smiles before heading up Opie's driveway. She walked up to the door ringing the bell while holding the pie up to present it.
She could hear shouting and the sounds of kids squealing from inside. After a few seconds she could hear the lock on the door turn before it flung open revealing Opie.
"Clary," Opie breathed smiling at her as he opened the door further welcoming her into the house.
Clary stepped through the door holding the apple pie up with a smile, "I come bearing gifts, fresh apple pie."
"Thanks," Opie said taking the pie staring at it for moment before looking back up at her, "Doesn't it take hours to make one of these?"
"Only when you make the dough fresh," Clary replied with a smile.
Opie smiled turning from her and Clary inwardly let out a breath of relief when he didn't ask anymore. She didn't want to explain that the dough was freshly made that morning. Neither Opie nor anyone else needed to know that she ran on only fours of sleep or less a night.
"Well come on," Opie called walking from the foyer into the living room.
Clary followed him walking into the living to see a small girl playing with a doll. She stared at her for a moment before Opie voice broke through, "That's Ellie."
The girl looked up smiling at girl for a second before giving her a tiny little wave. As she smiled at her the sound of someone slamming something closed followed by footsteps caused Clary to turn in the direction of the kitchen. A dark haired woman suddenly appeared before her with a rather nervous look on her face. She was just an inch taller than Clary, and she would have been incredibly thin if it wasn't for the 5 month pregnancy belly on her.
"You must be Clara." the woman's sweet voice filled the air.
Clary responded with a warm smile, "And you must be Donna."
Opie watched his wife nod as the two women step towards one another. He kept his eyes on them as Donna moved forward to give Clary a hug whose face filled with a surprise for a moment before she responded to Donna's welcome.
"I'm so excited to finally meet you!" Donna sighed gripping her tightly.
Clary returned the hug before leaning back away from her, "I know you've been waiting forever. And I'm afraid that's my fault."
"Nonsense," Donna breathed with a smile, "You were off taking care of our soldiers."
"Still, it's been a long time coming," Clary responded with a smile, "And at least I brought dessert."
Donna mimicked her smile before turning towards her daughter while cradling her belly, "Ellie come meet your Aunt Clary."
Clary turned to watch the two year Ellie climb wobbly to her feet and stumble forward. Clary dropped to her knees with a smile as she approached.
"Hello there," Clary smiled at the adorable girl before her.
"Hi!" Ellie responded with a toothy grin.
Ellie continued to smile at Clary for a moment before launching forward to give her a hug. Clary wrapped her arms around Ellie squeezing softly as to not hurt her, "Oh little munchkin."
Donna and Opie stood behind them watching Clary hug their daughter. The two of them had always felt like a family, completely at peace in their relationship. They hadn't been aware that anything was missing until they watched Opie's little cousin bond with Ellie. Opie pulled his wife closer to him as he smiled down at her; she smiled up at him briefly before leaning into his chest. Clary's arrival was going to mean big change to their lives.