Over Before It Began
A/N: This is my very first SOA fic, so be kind with the reviews. This is set in season 1, I own Mallory and no one else. This story is just for fun, I just started watching the show a little over a week ago. Reviews are welcome and appreciated, I love to hear input, especially with this being my first SOA fic. First chapter is just an introduction chapter it will pick up in chapter 2.
Blurb: When a young girl has just about lost all hope, she runs into someone who says can help her, Gemma. With that being said, it's not smooth sailing for the young woman. Having lost almost all of her family, and no job, she works at the shop to save up money and seems to find trouble. Intimidated by the crew, she keeps to herself until she learns one of them seems to watch over her...
Chapter 1:
Sitting outside of a store with just the clothes on her back, and a jar filled with maybe a few dollars in coins. An older woman with long, thinning grey hair smiled at everyone who passed by her, even those that didn't put any money into her jar.
It was a bright and sunny filled day. Walking outside of the super market a younger woman, early twenties came out and slipped a five-dollar bill in the older woman's hands. "Do something useful with it." The young woman didn't have much money of her own to spare, but she did try to see the good in all people. She knew that it was the right thing to do.
The woman had long, wavy chocolate colored hair. Maybe 5'4, an average figure, she was not going to reach maximum density anytime soon, and you weren't able to see her rib bones. She had dark greens eyes, and earth toned eye makeup covering her eyelid and black mascara justifying her long eyelashes. Having a plain white t-shirt and dark denim jeans on and a pair of shoes, she wasn't overall to girlish, rather tomboy. She held on to a black hooded sweatshirt over one of her arms as she continued to walk.
As she kept walking she saw a few men to the left of her on some motorcycles, she was waiting for the crosswalk sign so she could cross the street. "How ya doin' sweet thing?" She heard one of them shout to her.
She giggled and just waved, she saw that he had crazy black curly hair, but other than that she couldn't see anything else. Seconds later the light turned green and the crosswalk indicator flashed for her to cross the street. She blew the man a kiss as she heard a couple catcalls. She shook her head and said, "Boys." While laughing to herself.
Picking up a cup of coffee at the local coffee shop, the girl, Mallory was next in line when she saw a slim older woman who had dropped her wallet on the ground. "Oh? Ma'am?" Mallory said as she walked over to pick up the object and handed it to the woman.
The older woman had blonde highlights and medium toned brown hair. "Oh my, thanks so much sweetie." She looked at the young woman and said, "Sit down, I will buy you a cup of coffee."
"Oh, no." Mallory tossed her hand to the side, as if waving away the thought of having a stranger pay for her drink. "Thanks though."
"No, no really honey, sit down, it's the least I can do." The woman pointed to herself and said, "I'm Gemma, nice to meet you-"
"Mallory." She smiled and took a seat, she figured this woman was not going to give up and it was just easier to let Gemma pay for the drink.
"What ya havin' honey?"
"Just a cup of coffee." Mallory smiled, "Thanks Gemma." Watching the woman go back to the counter and a minute later came back with a drink and handed it to the young brunette. "Thanks again."
Gemma sat down, asking first to make sure Mallory was okay with it. After receiving a nod, the older woman did sit down and started to talk. "Where ya from honey? I don't think I have seen you around, ya new to these parts?"
Mallory took a sip of her drink before answering. "Kind of, had to look into a house, the last of my relatives died. Well I have some on the other side of the country, but I'm not close to them." She chuckled, "Don't think they know my name, yeah, but my brother just died, didn't talk to him much."
"Oh God, I'm sorry." Gemma gasped, "Are you staying here then?"
"I'm going to try; brother's house was foreclosed. He was older than me, about 10 years, so we never really got to know each other." She explained, "Saw him maybe a handful of times, and talked to him once a year, if that." Mallory felt bad that she was explaining all of her issues to this stranger of a woman, nice woman, but still a stranger.
Gemma had a good heart; sometimes she didn't always show it. Though when she did, she really did. The women talked for over an hour, when Mallory looked at her cell phone and realized how long it's been. Not like she really had anywhere to go, but she didn't want to have Gemma hear her whole life story. Mallory tended to wear her heart on her sleeves, it was something that she really needed to work on.
"No boyfriend?" Gemma questioned, "A pretty thing like you, ya gotta have a man." She smiled.
"Nope not for a while, I went to school and just became a vet tech, gotta try to find a rinky-dink job to pay for a place and then as soon as I get on my feet, hopefully in a year or two I can work at a vet clinic." Mallory grinned.
"Well, hey, the place I was telling you about, it's also a clubhouse where a bunch of the mechanics sleep at…" Gemma started, "Just something until you get on your feet. Free of charge, trust me honey it's not the best place, but hey, it's something." Just as Mallory didn't know what to say and what not too, Gemma was more cautious of what to say, "I could use some help with calling customers and running errands and some tidying up around there."
Mallory was astonished by what she just heard, things were sounding like they would turn out just fine. "Oh my, Gemma, that's amazing!" She walked over across from the table and gave the woman a tight hug. "Are you sure?" She tugged away for a second, but Gemma pulled her closer.
"Of course honey, I'm going there now. I will show you the place first, that way you have been warned, and you can run if ya want too."
Mallory smiled and followed Gemma out of the building and to the parking lot along the back of the store. Gemma did tell her that the men there were in a motorcycle club, just a bunch of guys who loved Harley's and just cars in general.
Gemma had a good feeling about this girl, and she didn't ever warm up to people this fast, she was feeling relieved. As they got in Gemma's black Escalade they buckled up and headed for the shop. Mallory didn't want to ask about how much she would get paid, that would be rude, but she did need to know.
"I will pay you ever week." Gemma announced, "We will start with $500 a week, and then after a few weeks we will up it to, hmm like $800 a week?"
Mallory's mouth was about the touch the floor of the car. That was a lot of money a week. That sounded a little to good to be true, but she shook that thought out of her head real quickly. Maybe the shop was that busy? She shouldn't make assumptions or anything, after all she needed the money.
"Oh my God Gemma!" She nearly squealed.
Gemma lit up a smoke and smiled at the passenger, "We are always busy, we make pretty good money." Was all that she had to say. "I like you honey, and I don't warm up to people, especially women fast, but you, you and I felt just clicked.