Hi readers :) This is my first posted fan fic on the site. I am going to try to update it every week at the very least, maybe if i get on a roll twice a week or more often. Just depends on where I am at with the story. Please know that this story is based on the characters of SOA (which obviously, I do NOT own!) and no specific timeline. You will find out as we go along what has happened, what has not. Cam is young yes, but remember that she grew up in a different world than most kids, so she is mature for her age.
**UPDATE**
I did review my story and the few PMs i got that discussed Cams age and how you want to keep enjoying my story but are uncomfortable with the fact that she was a minor. I want this Fic to be sucessful and enjoyed by everyone, but dont want to compromise where I was going with my story too much, there for have tweaked the story a LITTLE bit to age Cam a little differently. Unfortuantly, if it is still a problem for you that she is techinally a teen ager, then my story is probably not going to be one you want to continue reading, but please hang in there, re read the first two chapters as some details have changed. Thanks 3 (For my purpose, Hap is in his early 30s) love yall!
Cambree Lockery spread her papers out at the bar. As tired as she was, there was no way she was going to lay on the dingy plaid couch that had graced the Sons Clubhouse for the last 20 years or so. She had been at the party last night, and she had seen what had happened on that very couch. No thank you.
Now that Cam was 18 her uncle Chibs allowed her to come for the Friday night clubhouse parties. He told her she was going to eventually figure out what kind of things happened at the club anyway, its better now, when he can keep a watchful eye on her, then when she was older and considered free game to the Sons who weren't aware he would slit their throats, ear to ear, for even glancing at Cam.
Cam was no stranger to the SONS. She had grown up in SAMTAC with her father, Chibs' best friend. The League and the Sons were having a particularly bad time, and 3 of the white supremists rolled into Cambrees house on a cold December morning when she was 11, killing her mother and her father, SAMTACS SAA, only to spare her, leaving her with a message to bring to the mother charter of the sons. Stop dealing guns to color. Stop involving other charters, and get into bed with the League of American Nationalists. More of an order, than an option. But sons did not take orders.
Hap had been the one to find her. Cold, in her pajamas, wandering around, confused as hell outside the Redwood Club House. It was 5 in the morning, and Cam was covered in blood. The bastards had driven her there and dropped her off just outside their gates before sunrise. Hap was notorious for not sleeping and had stepped outside for some air and a cigarette. He noticed everything, so it was only a few seconds between walking outside, and taking giant fast strides towards Cam. She had looked familiar, but he had not seen her since she was 6 or so, his last stint in Tacoma State Penn, he had stopped by the clubhouse before turning himself in.
Neither Hap, nor Cam, or the rest of the SONS even liked to think back to that day Cam showed up. It was a cold distant memory that changed Cambrees life forever. The funerals for Cams parents came and went, the orders from LOAN of course, went ignored. Life seemed to fall back into place pretty quickly, since the SONS were used to dealing with struggle and loss. Immediatly, Chibs had stepped up to take care of Cam, moving her into his home, she was his godchild, practically his niece, and he still loomed over her in limitless protection mode. She was SAMCROs princess.
7 years later and Cam was a favorite of everyone at the clubhouse. She was sweet, smart and just the right amount of bad ass biker chick. She spent most of her time in school about to graduate Charming High, but couldn't wait to get out. School was tedious to Cam. She felt at place within SAMCRO and didn't put much thought into what school could give her in life, she was already naturally bright anyway. She had a few friends in school and most of the guys were trying to date her, which made most of the other girls hate her, and brand her the "biker slut".
Cambree heard the bikes pulling up outside and quickly jumped from her seat at the bar. She wanted to get a quick peek through the windows before anyone could realize she was watching. As soon as he pulled in, she saw him. It wasn't even voluntary, its as if her body was immediately drawn to him. She watched as he dismounted his bike, slow but with purpose. She watched his tattoos and sweaty skin reflect the mid afternoon sun. Cam felt her stomach tighten and slammed the shades back down as she walked away.
"Stupid..You are being so STUPID Cam! You are and 18 year old practical virgin...you KNOW Hap aint gunna want you!" She cursed herself as she slunk back over to her books and papers strewn across the bar and decided to clean up before the boys came in.
Hap had seen her through the window, because Hap saw everything. He saw her face scrunch up in annoyance before storming away from the window. From the second he laid eyes on her 11 year old self he had felt like a pitbull, in fear of nothing, with no limits to protect this little girl. As the years past and she grew into a women, those feelings started to change and morph into something else. Something Hap did not even want to acknowledge. She was a just a kid. 18 is to young and Chibs…Chibs would kill him, as would most of the Redwood Charter. Legal or not, Cam was SAMCRO's little princess, the only little girl to grow up in the ranks. Cambree had always been special to Hap, they had a bond noone would imagine could come out of the club enforcer. How could a man they called the Killah have such a soft spot for Cam when she was a little girl? WAS being the important word here, Cam was far from a little girl now a days. Lighting up a cigarette, he spared one more backwards glance towards the window…hoping to see her, unsuccessful, he stomped off towards TMs garage.