I've recently decided to remove all of my stories from this site and redo alot of them, and this is the first post of a New idea i've been working on. I'm not overly sure where i'm going to take it or even if its worth continuing but the idea of Caoimhe and Kerrianne won't leave me alone so i've had to write them down.

You pronounce Caoimhe as Keeva sometimes Kweevah depending on where in Ireland your from.

Caoimhe pushed angrily through the crowds of people separating her from Kerrianne Larkin Telford who had somehow managed to get away from her since they entered the international departure terminal of Belfast airport.

After finally passing through a huge group of babbling American tourists Caoimhe managed to catch up to the young woman grabbing onto the back of Kerrianne's battered army rucksack. "Kerri, for gods sake wait a minute would ya"

Kerrianne spun round to face the older girl who was holding onto her. The two of them looked as different as chalk and cheese. Caoimhe was as light as Kerrianne was dark. With typically fiery red Irish hair and sparkling green eyes. She was also a good bit taller than Kerrianne and a fair bit stronger. Even so Kerrianne just stuck her chin out glaring up at Caoimhe. "Ye can't stop me doing this Caoimhe"

Caoimhe sighed and let go of her, "I ain't trying to stop ye, just trying to talk to ye a minute"

Kerrianne got that stubborn unmovable expression on her pretty face, the same one her ma Fiona Larkin often wore. Caoimhe wasn't an idiot she'd been Kerrianne's friend since the younger girl was in diapers. Then as she'd grown Caoimhe's role had evolved until one day still a young teenager she'd pulled a gun on the idiot who'd dared to threaten Kerrianne. She'd pulled the trigger and ever since her simple role as friend had changed to friend and bodyguard. So she knew instantly that there was no getting around that look. "Ye really gonna do this, ain't ye?" she asked softly.

"Aye" Kerrianne said, putting her hand on Caoimhe's arm. "I'm going. You don't have to follow me though Caoimhe"

Caoimhe snorted "course I do. Ye know full well ye ma would cut my head off if I let ye go alone"

Kerrianne smiled suddenly "guess ye coming then"

"Aye" Caoimhe agreed. "But if this goes bad Kerri, it ain't falling on my head"

"It won't" Kerrianne insisted. She looked over her shoulder at the last minute ticket desk before switching her gaze back to Caoimhe. "I'm still a minor Caoimhe"

"Bloody fucking hell," Caoimhe swore harshly. She stood silently for a few more minutes before finally holding her hand out "passport" she snapped. Kerrianne handed it over wisely staying silent.

As Caoimhe watched her credit card slide through the operator's machine she got a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach. This was not going to go well, of that she was sure. Caoimhe wasn't sure what Kerrianne expected to find in America, well apart from her father. Chibs though wasn't necessarily the man that Kerrianne was hoping to find. Caoimhe had learnt things about the so-called Son's of Anarchy Redwood original charter. They made some of the SAMBEL members look like pussys and sugar plum fairies.

Kerrianne though was obviously unbelievably excited. The 17-year-old girl was unable to sit still through the whole 2-hour wait in the departure gate, and then twitched and jerked through the whole flight. By the end of which Caoimhe was ready to kill herself. The nightmare continued though as the two of them bypassed baggage, seen as neither girl had brought more than a rucksack full of clothes, IPods and cell phones, and headed for the taxi rank.

Kerrianne finally calmed down in the taxi ride from the airport towards Charming. The closer they got the more silent she became until for the final hour she barely said two words. Caoimhe flinched as when they pulled up outside a garage the taxi driver reeled off a huge number and she handed over the right amount of dollars.

"Come on then kid" Caoimhe muttered as the two of them got out of the car.

"I'm not a kid," Kerrianne mumbled as she stared at her feet, "plus yer not that much older than me"

Caoimhe just grinned and put her arm round Kerrianne's shoulders. "Having second thoughts are we?" Kerrianne didn't answer just continued to stare at her doc martin clad feet. "Kerri, look at me" Caoimhe demanded, forcing the younger girl to look up at her. "Ye just dragged me half way round the world, I haven't slept in 36 hours, I'm in fucking America and now ye want to back out" Caoimhe shook her head "ain't gonna happen. I'm gonna be right behind ye whatever happens but yer bloody well gonna move ye stubborn ass feet in a direction that takes them towards that garage"

"What if he…." Kerrianne didn't finished her sentence but Caoimhe knew what she was getting at. "Won't happen Kerri. The man gave up everything to keep you safe"

Kerrianne nodded and finally gave Caoimhe a small smile "lets go then"

Caoimhe grinned back as she linked her fingers with Kerrianne's, they walked into the lot of the garage and Caoimhe said quietly "and if he does piss ye off I managed to get me PM through security so I can blow out his knee caps"

Kerrianne snorted in mirth as the two girls reached the door to the office. "Try to maybe reign in the violence for a bit alright? First impressions an all"

Caoimhe just smirked and shrugged her shoulders "Can try, but I ain't making any promises" she pushed open the door to the office and dragged Kerrianne in behind her.

Gemma looked up as the noise of two girls voices reached her. They were entering the office and her curiosity instantly spiked. Both of them were young, the red head was older but even so, not much more than mid 20's. The two of them were staring straight at Gemma. The darker skinned one reminded her of someone but she couldn't place whom. She also looked sweet, harmless and generally girl next door. The red head though, she had steel in her spine and a look in her eyes that said she'd do whatever it took to get what she wanted.

"Can I help you both?"

"We're looking for a mechanic" the elder said, the unmistakable twang of an Irish accent hit Gemma and suddenly she knew who the darker girl was. Kerrianne. Chib's daughter. Gemma got up from her chair and watched as the red head grabbed Kerrianne's arm and pulled her back and few steps, putting her own body in front of Kerrianne's. Interesting.

"I'm Gemma Morrow" Gemma offered. "I think I know who you want"

"Ye do, do ye" Red answered. "and how do ye know that?"

Gemma pointed at the younger girl "I'm guessing that's Kerrianne. Chib's girl" when neither girl answered she knew she'd gotten it right. "So who then are you?"

Red stayed silent for a few moments before finally she said "me name's Caoimhe"

"Is he here?" Kerrianne asked, finally speaking.

Gemma stared down at her, she looked a lot like Fiona now that Gemma had placed the facial features. She had parts of Chib's in her though as well. The idea of saying no and sending the two of them on their way did enter Gemma's mind. After all she doubted the two of them had informed Fiona where they were going which meant very soon the IRA would be infesting Charming looking for them. Which was something the sons didn't need. She took one more look at Kerrianne's hopeful face though and she couldn't do it. So instead she nodded "He's here. Wait outside I'll get him"

"Go on Kerri" Red said giving the girl a little push, she turned back to Gemma. Wiser than the younger girl. "her da or not I get any inkling of a problem, I got no reservations in using this, Gemma Morrow"

Gemma looked down at the handgun the girl had pulled from the back of her denim shorts. "get that thing through airport security all on your own did you?"

Red just grinned "I got mad skills"

"no doubt" Gemma said before motioning outside "go protect your charge, I'll get Chibs"

Red nodded and replaced the gun in the back of her shorts, pulling her loose shirt over it before walking out of the office to find Kerrianne. Gemma stood for a few more minutes. She could be a big problem, if she really wasn't scared of using that gun, and it didn't seem to Gemma that she had much of a fear of the weapon. She'd require some serious watching. But first things first, sighing she went to find Chibs.

Caoimhe sat on the edge of the picnic table, her feet set on the bench. Kerrianne was sat on the bench her hand wrapped around Caoimhe's calf. "What did ye say to Gemma?"

"Nothing she didn't expect I'm sure" Caoimhe answered. Gently running a hand over Kerrianne's hair. "that woman reminds me of yer ma. Steel running through her veins"

Kerrianne looked up at her. "like you as well"

Caoimhe didn't get to answer as from the depths of the garage a tall man emerged. Caoimhe nodded her head in the direction of the doors making Kerrianne turn her head once more. The man came closer slowly. Caoimhe managed to make out dark hair sprinkled with grey at the fronts, eyes as dark as Kerrianne's and those distinctive facial scars before he had stopped a few feet from the picnic bench.

"Kerri" he whispered.

When Kerrianne didn't move Caoimhe unlatched her hand from her calf and pushed her shoulders making her stand and stumble a few paces closer to her da. "Aye" she whispered quietly. "yer Fillip Telford"

The man nodded quickly and in almost slow motion the two of them moved towards each other and embraced. Caoimhe stood up and from her vantage point on the bench she could see the figures of at least 5 other men watching the scene from behind Chibs. They all wore the same leather cuts and had varying patches on the cuts. Bikers. Sons. The redwood original charter in all its glory.

Kerrianne pulled away from her da and turned back to Caoimhe making Chibs look at her as well. His eyes narrowed obviously trying to place her before finally they flew open in shock. Caoimhe would only have been about 10 when he was exiled but even so he'd apparently recognised her. She jumped down from the bench and walked up to Kerrianne and Chibs.

"Caoimhe? Ciaragain's lass?"

She nodded briefly "Aye. Hello Fillip. Or Chibs now right?"

"Jaysus girl, ye grew up"

Caoimhe just shrugged. Before pointing behind him at the bikers stood watching. "I reckon ye brothers are getting antsy"

Chibs beckoned them all forward and quickly introduced them all to Kerrianne. She was gathered into hugs from all of them, Caoimhe just stood taking in all the names. The short curly haired one was Bobby, mohawked and laughing was Juice, tall and bearded was Opie, dark eyes and menacing was Tig, blonde god was Jax and cigar smoking was the president Clay. Kerrianne was visibly overwhelmed and struggling to reign herself in, because as soon as Jax released her she stumbled back to stand slightly behind Caoimhe, her hand slipping into hers. All eyes were suddenly locked onto Caoimhe as Chibs waved towards her.

"This is Caoimhe Ciaragain. One o' Kerrianne's friends"

The guys all nodded at her apart from Tig who squinted a few times then said "kemfa, what kinda Irish bitch names that?"

Caoimhe's lip curled up as Kerrianne gulped and pulled at Caoimhe's hand that had been inching towards her PM. "Its pronounced Kee-va" she took a step towards Tig and raked her gaze up and down him. "I know it's kind o' difficult for back wood retards to manage"

Kerrianne sighed from behind her, there went first impressions. Tig's face went through some rapid shifts before he finally realised he'd been insulted and then he went bright red making to jump at her. Caoimhe had her hand pulled from Kerrianne's and the PM out of her shorts and pointed at Tig's forehead all before the other's had had time to blink. Silence descended on the lot. "I don't think so" she said softly.

"Caoimhe, don't" Kerrianne said softly, pulling at her arm. "we ain't here to make enemies"

Caoimhe took a deep breath and stared around at the sons all of who were apparently in shock that a girl could hold a gun. "I don't like him Kerri"

"Feelings mutual crazy ass bitch" Tig grunted making Caoimhe glare and pull the safety off the gun. "I'd say ye weren't in a good position to be insulting me more"

"Caoimhe" Chibs finally said stepping forward "Where'd ye get that piece lass?"

Caoimhe looked over at Chibs briefly. "ye don't really think Jimmy O would leave her without protection do ye" Chibs flinched briefly at the mention of Jimmy O. Caoimhe agreed, he wasn't her favourite person either. "Jaysus" Chibs said softly "how'd ye get mixed up with him Caoimhe"

Caoimhe just shook her head "don't think it's a good time for stories at the minute. If I put this down, ye think ye can reign in yer guard dog?"

The sons nodded and Caoimhe slowly lowered the PM. Tig was still red but he managed to restrain himself as Caoimhe put the gun back in her shorts once more. Kerrianne moved forwards once more. "Caoimhe looks out for me. Saved me life more times than I can count. No one hurts her"

"No one would dream of it luv" Chibs said carefully before looking over at Caoimhe "just keep it holstered around here alright?"

Caoimhe looked over at the assembled sons once more. "I don't have a problem with any of ye so long as no one touches Kerri"

"Alright fine" Clay snapped throwing his cigar butt to the floor. "Sorted, everyone keeps their hands to themselves and no one gets hurt"

"Come on luv" Chibs said wrapping an arm round Kerrianne's shoulders. "we've got a lot to talk about"

The two of them walked off towards the garage, Kerrianne turning to look over at Caoimhe. "Caoimhe?"

Caoimhe just shook her head "I'll stay out here for now Kerri, I'll come find ye in a while"

Kerrianne nodded and over her head Chibs smiled before the two of them disappeared. Caoimhe sighed and sat back down on the picnic table. This was going to be interesting.

"You smoke?"

Caoimhe looked up at the question. She'd laid down on top of the picnic table, staring up at the blue sky trying to not fall asleep, and the voice had startled her. The tall man with a beard, Opie was stood there. Caoimhe pushed herself up so she was sitting once more. "not usually" she answered.

Opie smiled and handed her one from the box, Caoimhe took it and quickly lit up from the lighter he clicked on. Cupping the flame and inhaling. "thanks"

"no problem" Opie took one of the other smokes out of the packet and sat down on the bench by Caoimhe's feet. They sat in silence for a good while, both enjoying the nicotine rush. Until Opie said "Tig, he tends to speak without thinking. Don't normally mean to insult people"

Caoimhe threw the end of her cigarette to the floor. "I tend to react badly to new people"

Opie looked over at her, unlike Kerrianne who when she was sat on the bench had to practically crane her neck up to see Caoimhe's face, Opie was at a similar level to her. He smiled "won't say it wasn't nice to see him stopped by a woman"

Caoimhe's eyes narrowed "got something against a woman being able to protect herself Opie?"

He shook his head "no. Just ain't usual around here"

Caoimhe sighed "no, ain't really usual around Belfast either"

"That's where your from? Belfast?"

Caoimhe nodded "mostly"

"Your IRA?"

Caoimhe looked over at him, steadily holding his eyes before answering him hedging "and if I were?" she looked around the lot and even though she saw no one watching she got the feeling that there were eyes on her from all directions. Something clicked in her head "ye sent over to gather intelligence were ye?"

Opie had the good grace to drop his eyes from hers before he answered "can't blame us for being suspicious"

Caoimhe surprised both of them by laughing "no, guess ye can't" she slipped off the picnic table to the floor, going to go and find Kerrianne. "I've been part of the true IRA since before I can remember, am I IRA, I don't know" Opie didn't answer continued to stare over at her. "Thanks for the smoke" Caoimhe added before walking away to find Kerrianne.