AN: Ok there are a few things in this story that make it a little different from the regular cannon, and although I am a huge fan of the cannon story arc, this little bastard wouldn't shut up until I wrote something down. Ok here is where it gets a little different. 1) The majority of Cannon incidences that have occurred up until this point have occurred, but some have changed, I'll mention them here. 2) Pretty much the whole of this story takes place in the future , not like 2300 future but when the Teller boys are older 3) Abel is approx two years older than Thomas, at the beginning of the story Abel is 17 and Thomas about to turn 15. 4) Piney isn't dead he was never killed by Clay [Sorry I just think that his character is awesome] 5) Opie is still with Lyla, she never bailed but gave up the girl on guy aspect of porn until she fell pregnant, never had the abortion. 6) and this will be the big one that people might hate me for, Clay and Gemma didn't kill JT, Clay blames himself for the death of JT because they were out for a ride and got ambushed by Myans, JT took a bullet meant for Clay. 8) At the start of this story its approx ten years since Clay voluntarily stepped down to get surgery on his hands so he could still ride. Ok thats all I can think of for the moment more when they occur. Now on with the story

Story

'Chapter 1'

Abel Teller lay back on the hood of his vintage 63 Mustang parked on a hill on the outskirts of Charming and looked up at the sky, a sigh escaped his seventeen year old lips as he thought with contentment at the way his life was going. He was only a few short months away from being able to patch in as a Prospect with SAMCRO, he had an awesome car, and needless to say knowing who his father and grandfather were, an awesome bike, a midnight black with dark blue trim Harley Davidson Iron 883. He was currently dating the single hottest girl in his high school Tiffany Rodgers, she was dating him because he was pretty good looking himself, at least he thought so, and because his dad was the President of the Sons of Anarchy Redwood Original, Jackson 'Jax' Teller, he grinned thinking about his dad, they were as close as a father and son could be, they shared interests, hobbies, hung out as buddies, and on more than one occasion had been yelled at by Abel's mother and grandmother for indulging in too much beer while watching the game on the TV.

Glancing at his watch he swore quietly to himself, he was going to be late if he didn't move his ass and he still needed to get home to change, Sunday night dinner at Grandma Gemma's was a Teller-Morrow family tradition and this one was all the more important seeing as it was Clay's birthday ,and if one was late, mount Gemma would be on the lookout for blood, or at least an ear, which in Abel and his brother's opinion 'Fucking Hurt' and while there dad would often berate them for their bad language, he would agree with them quietly. He too sometimes got grabbed by the ear too when he irritated his mother, something he did quite a bit. Abel banged on the roof of the car to wake up Thomas who was currently napping in the back seat "Yo Thomas up and at em little bro, were gonna be late if we don't hurry up."

The muffled swearing and groaning indicated that the youngest Teller boy was awake, if not overly happy about it, getting in the front seat Abel waited for Thomas to get in the passenger side before not only revving the powerful engine, but turning up the vintage rock, just to help his brother out with the hangover he had been hiding from his mother for the past day. "Fuck you Abel" grumbled Thomas before he groaned and held a hand over his mouth as his older brother gunned the engine and shot off down the road towards Charming.

"Where the hell are those boys?" Gemma Teller-Morrow grumbled to her daughter-in-law as they stood behind the kitchen table putting the final touches on the salad to accompany the fine roast beef that had been cooking for the last six hours. Gemma glanced at the photo sitting on her mantelpiece; it was the combined Teller-Morrow families in one great big photo. There was a smiling Clay and Gemma sitting at the front, and Gemma was insanely proud about the fact that she had been able to wrangle all the boys in the photo to wear a suit, Clay, Jax, Abel and Thomas all wearing smart black suits with dark blue or black ties, although she hadn't been able to stop all of them from wearing a SOA pin.

She looked at her son's two boys, Abel and Thomas, both of them looked so much like their father, same fair hair, same eyes, even though there was a few years between them there were some differences noticeable, firstly although they had Jax's lean build Abel had the lead on his brother in both height and breadth of shoulder, taking more after some of his birth-mother's side of the family. Thomas had a fair amount of his mother, but even though the two of them came from different mothers, neither of them thought that, and no one that knew them ever thought or said differently, and in both boy's eyes Tara was their mother.

"Looks like they are here Gemma" came the sound of Tara's voice form over near the window, even though she wasn't a big fan of tardiness, or her son's choice of car, but she loved her two boys very much, and just the sight of them brought a smile to her face, especially as the pair had obviously taken a moment to go back to the house and freshen up.

Glancing into the living room Tara felt a small grimace come onto her face, she was looking at one Tiffany Rodgers, her eldest's girlfriend. She was not overly fond of the high school beauty, there was something that just bothered her every time she saw her, which was odd as she was sure that there was nothing that Tiffany had done that should warrant her ire, Jax and the other SAMCRO members she had met all seemed to like her well enough, but then again she was young, hot and quiet stacked so they could be slightly biased, Gemma's voice just behind her brought her out of her musing.

"You know something darlin, that's how I used to look at you when you would come over to see Jax."

Tara turned to her in surprise "No it's true, I thought that no one would ever be good enough for my baby-boy, I am however surprised that I was proven wrong, you turned out to be the best thing that happened to Jax, you and the boys."

Tiffany's loud laughter wrung out from the living room and both of the older women turned to look at her, she was currently talking with a very aged Piney who was lapping up the attention of the young beauty. Tiffany loved being the centre of attention, something that was only helped by what she had on and how she was made up, her long honey coloured hair was done in a simple elegant ponytail, she was wearing a red satiny figure hugging dress that accentuated her curves, the dress itself was so short that it just barely covered here rear, and plunged low enough to mean that she was unable to wear a bra, so her chest was practically on display, and that was a lot of chest for one person.

Abel entered the door with his younger brother a step behind him "Hiya Mom, Grandma, where are the old guys?"

Tara greeted her sons first "Hey boys, they are in the living room, better get in there Abel or they will make a play for your girl." Abel grinned gave his mom and grandma a kiss on the cheek and headed for the living room before the voice of his grandma brought him up short.

"So do either of you to boys have an explanation as to why you are late?"

Both of the Teller boys cringed and looked back at their father's fierce mother and carefully met her glare, although this was nowhere near as angry as they had seen her, and her eyes held a hint of mirth, she was still annoyed.

Tara and Gemma saw the bright spark of mischief enter Abel's eyes a good few seconds before he even opened his mouth.

"Actually the reason we're late is that Thomas had a late one last night with his football buddies, thing he's a little hung-over this morning, what with spending all morning puking and sleeping."

He got out of there the minute Tata and Gemma's voices reached banshee like proportions, giggling like a schoolboy he made his way into the living room where the other side of his family were sitting.

"Whoa what's this? The old dinosaur's are making a move for my girl? Tiff do I need to be worried?" said Abel with a grin as his girlfriend stepped forward into his arms and kissed him soundly, much to the taunting cries of the assembled SAMCRO crew.

"No, you have nothing to worry about baby, these nice gentlemen were just being nice." Tiffany replied hooking her arm around her boyfriends mid section as he pulled her close via her slim waist.

A snort of laughter and a muttered "Gentlemen?" announced Clay's entrance to the room, he moved over and hugged Abel saying "Good to see you kid, wasn't your brother coming with you?"

There were sniggers and snorts around the room as Abel looked a little sheepish for a moment "Yeah he's here, although he's currently getting reamed by your old lady and my mom because he's hung over as all balls today."

Clay's grey bearded face broke into a huge grin as he thought about the joy of someone else being on the 'Gemma Shit-List' aside from himself. "You didn't happen to be about to get in trouble too Abel, then you decided to embrace the better part of valour and drop you little brother in deeper shit and bail?"

"Would I do that" was Abel's far too innocent reply.

"Pfft shit yeah you would" came the reply from Jax Teller himself, he loved that his boys equally and without question, but there was something in his eldest's smart arse attitude that just made him think of himself at that age.

A few hours later when everyone had been fed and watered, or in the case of Piney and Bobby, very well fed and watered, they sat down to give Clay his gifts. He got a gold fob watch from Thomas and Abel; a gift he would be given 'later' from Gemma, the SAMCRO crew had all chipped in and got him a matched set of .44 Python pistols, engraved with images of the Reaper with the SOA patch on the handle everyone laughed when Gemma said that if he didn't behave with them she would take them off him.

Then Abel stood up "Ok if I can have your attention please, that means shut up Uncle Tigg" Tigg mock glared and threw a couch cushion at his 'unnofficial' nephew, both the Teller boys called all the members of the SAMCRO crew 'Uncle' except Piney, he was Grandpa Piney, something he was very touched by.

"I would like to say something to you all about my grandfather. He's always there for you when it counts, he would take a bullet for anyone here, two if he had to. He served his country in Vietnam and has never let a member of this family down since, therefore I have, with the permission of my dad, the ugly one in the corner" people laughed at the indignant expression on Jax's face, as he and his sons looked so much alike, "Mom and Grandma too, I have one more gift for you Grandad, one I hope you will accept."

He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a piece of folded official looking paper and handed it to Clay. Pulling out his glasses the older man read the paper and looked up in surprise "Are you serious about this? You really want this to happen?"

Abel could only nod his head, when it came down to it all the members of this little messed up, dysfunctional, incredibly loving family were all very emotional, and the big patriarch was no different.

Dropping the paper on the table Clay stood up and embraced his grandson tightly, the faint sparkle of tears could be seen in his eyes, when the pair pulled apart and looked at the odd looks from the rest of the room.

Clay slung his arm around the younger mans shoulder, turned and said "Let me introduce to you all Abel Teller-Morrow, looks like my name lives on in the next generation after all boys."

The resounding cheers were probably heard by the neighbours across the street as the family celebrated long into the night, however if any of them had been watching the television, they would have heard the Emergency Broadcast system announce that the rising tension between America and the Chinese-Korean allied states had spilled over and President Graham J Clarke formally said the following words.

"My fellow Americans, like Pearl Harbour today is a day that will live in infamy, today at approximately seven forty five pm Washington time, the United States Government was given an ultimatum by the People's Republic of China and her Korean Allies. The United States was told that due to our 'refusal to comply with their demands that America remove all her troops from South Korea and Nepal that they had no choice but to declare war on the United States'. Fellow citizens it is with the greatest regret that I, as your President, inform you that of right now our nation is at war with the People's Republic of China and North Korea."

Eight Weeks Later:

"Dad it's my decision, it's not yours, it's not mom's and it sure as hell doesn't involve everyone in the goddamn MC. You saw what happened on the news, the Chinese are moving east towards Europe and the Koreans have headed south, they are within freaking spitting distance of making one Korea. You can't stop me dad, I'm packed I'm heading down to San Diego I'm joining the Marines."

It was a strange scene in the Teller household, a family that normally had only the fewest of arguments, and even though all members of said family had big tempers, they were like flash fires, easy to start and easy enough to put out. But this argument going on between Jax and his oldest son had raged for more than two hours.

The previous evening he had told his family of his intention to enlist, needles to say, his parents were less than thrilled by this statement, Thomas had just quietly marvelled at his brother's ability to whether the storm that was Jax and Tara Teller, especially when both of their tempers were consolidated on one source, in this case their seventeen year old son.

That argument had lasted from just after dinner until a long time after midnight, and neither Jax nor Tara's tempers had been cooled by the knowledge that Abel had felt that he had been able to talk to Piney and Clay about his decision and not them. Even though had they been more rational and less angry they would understand that Abel had not wanted to cut them out of the decision, but had wanted to talk to two members of his family that had actually served in the military.

"Abel listen to me, what you are doing is a mistake there is a war on. Jesus Christ do you realise that you could be killed? Is that what you want? Do you want your mother and myself to bury you? You're abandoning this family."

Abel was shocked, in the past he and his dad had endured their fare share of spats, but never had his father attacked him in such a way, unfortunately this only awakened his own considerable temper.

"That's a bit rich coming from you isn't it dad, how many times did I have to come with mom to visit you in prison for one reason or another? I mean I must have seen more of Stockton than any other seventeen year old unless they got sent there. While you were inside who looked after this family? Who sat up at night during the riots last year when you were locked up for six months? Who looked after mom and Thomas, sure as shit wasn't you was it? You hypocritical bastard."

Abel never saw the punch coming, one minute he was yelling at his dad's angry face the next minute his head had snapped back bouncing off the wall behind him, he reacted on instinct and clocked his father with a solid right hook knocking the older man back. But before either of them could continue Tara was between them.

"Stop it, Stop it both of you. Especially you Abel, how dare you say such things about your father, and now you are fighting."

It was easy to see the hurt on Abel's face, but Tara ploughed on, her temper getting the better of her. "If you really feel that way Abel maybe it's better that you do go, but just so you know if you walk out that door then don't come back."

That one sentence shocked Jax out of his anger, he was angry at his son, angry at the situation that seemed to be tearing their family apart, but he didn't want him to leave and not come back, but before he could say anything he heard Abel snarl out "Fine."

Before turning away so that his parents could not see his tears, picked up his duffel back, and slammed the door behind him. A few seconds later Jax and Tara heard the engine on his car start up before the roaring engine sped away down the street. It was then that Tara fell to her knees and wept.

Neither Jax nor Tara spoke to Abel after that, their son had spoken to his grandparents, and Jax had learnt that Clay had actually gone down to San Diego with Abel so that there was someone to bring the car back. And only Thomas, Gemma and Clay had been invited to attend Abel's passing out parade, only they had seen him immediately upon the completion of his training promoted to Private First Class.

Letters from Abel had been few, although welcomed by those that received them, the most notable recipitents were Chibbs, Tigg, Happy, Juice, Piney, Opie and his family Clay and Gemma and Thomas. By this time everyone had heard about the confrontation between Jax and his son, and while they could appreciate his concern and what he said, no one could agree with the way that it was said, even Thomas didn't talk to his parents for some weeks after it had happened.

Practically like Jax had predicted Abel had been sent into combat, more than once, the war was turning out to be long and bloody, and was already being called World War Three, the entire world was at war, and the only concern that the citizens of Charming California had was for one lost Son.

Abel had been gone for just over five years when the day came that Jax, Tara and the rest of the SAMCRO family had been dreading. Jax had come home from Teller-Morrow along with Clay, and Gemma who they had picked up along the way and returned to Jax's home where they were supposed to have a family meal along with Tara and Thomas, when a horrifying sight greeted them, parked outside the front of the home was a U.S.M.C. sedan with a uniformed Corporal inside.

The three rushed inside the house to find a weeping Tara being comforted by a only slightly less crying Thomas, along with a Marine Chaplain. Jax turned at a voice.

"Mr Teller? I am Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Roe, I'm afraid I have some bad news about your son, Sergeant Abel Teller-Morrow. We can't give you all the details as we don't know them ourselves, but your sons unit was operating out of Russia, involved in our offensive against the Chinese invasion. I don't know what happened but your sons CO reported that he is Missing In Action, but in this theatre of conflict that pretty much means Killed In Action."

Placing a hand on Jax's shoulder the Colonel continued "I am so sorry for your loss Mr Teller, your son was a fine Marine, a credit to the Corps and his country he will be missed."

Jax felt Clay's powerful arms grab him as his legs went out from underneath him, as his entire world came crashing down, and all he could see was an image on Abel walking out the door, never to return.

A/N: Ok what did people think? I am open to criticism as long as it is constructive, no flames please. I wrote this as the plot bunny would not leave me alone, and I am a huge fan of SOA, more about Abel in the War next, but beware nothing is as it seems.