{I DO NOT OWN SOA. I only own my OC.}

Gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of her car, Harley took in the area with a silent sigh. Her hands gripped the steering wheel as though she was on a mission. Though she had long since turned the engine off, she began to wish that she had taken that extra turning in order to have a little more time to compose herself. Far from ready to face what she had caused herself, Harley pushed the door open, climbing out and pushed it shut as she turned to look at herself in the tinted windows.

Her hair was a lovely whisky, the colour of fallen leaves browned and sleek with the first rain of autumn. How such a tint could play with the light, peering at the sun through a jar of pine honey. However, she would much rather describe her hair as unruly and unmanageable, but all anyone else saw were the lustrous curls that bounced as she walked. Pulling her sunglasses that had been shading her blue eyes, Harley twisted to the side and ran a hand down the front of her shirt before she scoffed and shook her head, pushing her sunglasses onto the top of her head and making her way towards the building.

The sound of power tools and loud noises filled her ears as she stopped to take a look at the automotive repair shop. Though she tried hard to fight against it, a small smirk fitted her face when she noticed just how little it had changed. She shook her head once more before she turned off towards the right. As she neared the metal door, a low hum filled her as she heard the music being played from inside along with quiet laughter and the sound of chatter.

Wiping her hand on her jeans, Harley gripped the handle and pulled the door open, sliding to the side as a female dressed in two tiny pieces of clothing strutted out without a thank you. "Whore." Harley muttered under her breath as she watched her walk away. Scoffing under her breath, she finally moved through the door and closed it behind her. Taking a deep inhale, her lungs were filled with smoke and alcohol that smelt as though it had never left the air in the years since it had begun.

Harley continued the short walk to the bar and gave the woman behind it a curt smile. The woman behind the bar merely raised a brow as she chewed on the gum in her mouth harshly. "Can I help you?" The woman all but spat out, taping her overly fake nails on the bar in front of her.

"Yeah, I'm looking for Gemma Morrow." Harley told her, tilting her head slightly as she saw the fear that filled her eyes upon hearing the women's name. Harley smirked as she shrugged slightly, trying to seem as though she was unfazed by her bitchy attitude. "You got a name?"

"She's out back checking on a pot that's cooking." She told Harley, her face falling to stone once more as she sighed as though she was bored with the conversation. "I work here, so I'm not obliged to give you my name." Harley fought hard against the laugh that had bubbled up in her throat. "I also don't feel like troubling Gemma with the likes of you. So, run along before I have you thrown out."

Harley nodded slowly, releasing a small sigh as though she was upset with the reaction she had received. Leaning against the bar, Harley motioned for the woman to move closer. She moved forward hesitantly and as she did so, Harley's hand shot out and gripped the back of her neck, forcing her face down onto the table. The woman cried out as a small crack filled the air around the two women.

Harley ignored the curious stares that were now shot between them as she pulled the woman up by her hair, smiling softly at the blood that was on her face before she spoke up once more. "You gonna to listen to me now?" She asked quietly as the woman nodded franticly. "You're going to go back there and get Gemma for me, okay?"

"I can't just tell her to come here because you want her!" She cried out, trying to stop the blood from touching her mouth. "She'll just tell me to get back to work." Harley nodded, knowing she was probably right with that. "Please, I just need a name."

"Oh, you mean the same way I asked you for one?" Harley asked, raising a brow as she released her hair and took a seat on the bar stool. "Tell her, Harley Morrow's here to see her." Harley openly laughed at the look of horror that spread across her face. "You could also just tell her that her daughters here to see her... Up to you, bitch." She was quick to scurry away, gripping her nose as she did so.

Harley watched her leave with a look of content on her face. She still had it. Shaking her head free from her thoughts, she leaned over the bar and reached under it, groping around until her hand landed on a small packet. With a small grin she pulled her hand back and smirked at the salted peanuts. However, just as she opened the packet, she heard a loud bang from out back followed by loud cursing.

Dropping the packet onto the bar, Harley winced as she stood from her stool and forced a smile on her face when her mother came in to view. Gemma Teller Morrow was and would probably always be the strongest woman Harley had ever met. Not only was she Harley's mother, but she had always referred to her mother as her best friend. Someone she always knew she could count on, even when she had made stupid decisions.

Harley grinned softly as her mother came to a standstill, her eyes blown wide as she stared at her daughter for a few moments, soaking in every part of her she could see. Before Harley had a chance so speak, Gemma dashed forward towards her. Harley managed a quick blink before her mother's hand was flying towards her.

The slap was as loud as a clap and stung her face almost as soon as her mother's warm hand touched her cold cheek. It had been an open-handed smack, leaving behind a red welt. Just below Harley's left eye was a small cut where the ring Gemma had been wearing had caught her skin. Harley staggered to the side slightly as she released a hiss and clutched her cheek, her eye beginning to water out of natural instinct. "Ma'!" She exclaimed loudly, turning to face her mother once more as she lowered her hand. "What the hell!"

Gemma didn't respond. She moved forwards once more and gripped her daughter's shoulder's, pulling her into her arms and squeezing her tightly. Harley couldn't help the small smile that filtered her face as she wrapped her arms around her mother in return, squeezing the woman as though her life depended on it.

It was in her mother's arms that Harley realized that she had a lot of explaining to do. She knew her mother was going to be asking questions as long as a script and knew that no matter what had happened during the time they were apart, she would forgive her for ever leaving in the first place. However, she also knew that she had to stick to what she had planned to say, insuring she stuck by it, word for word. Gemma was a woman who could always tell if someone was lying.

"Where in god's name have you been?" Gemma spoke up, releasing her daughter from her arms and grabbing her face, inspecting it as though she thought she would disappear. "You just up and leave without telling anyone? All we're entitled to is a voice mail and a piss ass excuse as to why you're gone? It's been a year, Harley! A year!"

"I know, Ma' I'm sorry." Harley whispered softly, shaking her head as she pulled her face away from Gemma's hands. "I needed to leave and get out of Charming for a while... I'm sorry I didn't tell you where I was going. I'm really sorry." Harley apologized ignoring the stares the two were receiving. "To you and dad..."

Gemma perked up slightly as she looked behind her towards the double doors before she looked towards the clock. "Your dad will be thrilled to see you. You know he was ready to send the boys out to track you down but I had to convince him you were fine... He's gonna want answers, Harl."

Harley nodded, allowing Gemma to pull her to an empty table in order to talk while they waited for church to finish. Harley told her mother where she had been and what she had been doing for the last twelve months, leaving out the part on why she had actually left. It was when she was talking to her mother that Harley realized if she ever found out the truth on why she had left, her heart would break, and she'd surely be casted out of the family.

For forty-seven minutes Harley and Gemma spoke with each other uninterrupted. Though she was ecstatic to finally be back home with her best friend, Harley couldn't help but take worried glances at the large double doors every so often, trying her hardest not to panic upon seeing her father who was still probably angry at her for leaving.

When the doors were finally opened, Harley jumped as Gemma laid a hand on her shoulder, shaking her head with a soft smile as she noticed the anxious look on Harley's face. As the church meeting ended, she watched as familiar faces began to file from the room, laughing and grinning as they did so. Harley couldn't help the grin that took over her own face as she noticed her brother, Jax Teller leaving the room alongside Bobby Munson.

Her grin was wiped from her face, however, when she noticed who walked out after him. Though it had been a year, Harley couldn't help the seething anger that filled her as she looked away before he noticed her. "I thought he was going nomad?" Harley all but hissed to her mother who looked up and rolled her eyes.

"Who, Opie?" She asked as Harley nodded, ducking down as she tried to stay out of view. "Baby, you should know by now that Opie is dedicated to the club. Going nomad was just an excuse to rile the club. You're not still pissed, are you?" She raised a brow as Harley frowned deeply.

"He broke my heart, Ma'." Harley told Gemma, her voice barely above a whisper as she sat back up when she noticed Opie had taken a seat with Jax and a few of the other boys far away from where she sat. "You might be alright with dad sleeping with these crow eaters but I sure as shit don't." Gemma nodded slowly, understanding where she was coming from. "I don't want to talk to him and I don't want to see his fucking face."

Gemma forced back a laugh as she watched her daughter slump in her chair and fold her arms across her chest. She shook her head as she stood up and looked for her husband, waving him over when she had found him. Clay raised a brow as he looked down at Jax who shrugged and continued his talk with Tig Trager.

Harley felt a nudge in her side when Gemma sat back down, nodding towards the figure who was making his way towards them. Harley looked up, catching her father's eyes as his mouth gaped slightly and his pace picked up ever so slightly. "Harley?" He breathed out as she grinned, standing to her feet and letting her father pull her into his arms. "You've got a lot of explaining to do."

She nodded against him, releasing a sigh of contentment as she grinned over his shoulder at Bobby who was looking towards the two with a smile of his own. She was pulled out of her thoughts when she heard a loud, "Fuck off!" Bounce through the clubhouse as Harley pulled away from Clay and snorted as she watched her brother swagger his way towards her. "When you'd get back, Darlin'?" He asked, wrapping one arms around her shoulder.

"This morning..." She told him, pulling away from his hug and brushing a hand over her shirt to brush the imaginary dirt off. "Didn't even know I was gonna come back today... Just felt right."

"Yeah? Well, you should've called and I would've sent an escort out to meet you." Clay told her, taking a seat beside Gemma and resting his arm across the back of the small booth. Harley struggled to hide the eye roll as she shook her head slightly. "Don't have that attitude with me, Harley. You know you're in the wrong and that's the end of that."

Harley merely sighed as she nodded, opening her mouth the reply with something witty before she noticed movement from the corner of her eye. She tilted her head and scoffed as she saw Opie making his way towards them, his eyes blown slightly wide and a smile on his face. "I'm going to go get some air... Forgot how bad this place stank... What with all the fucking bullshit and what not." She spoke out, spinning on her heal and making her way out the door.