Yay! Finally I've put this up. Everyone thank fleurinka24 for messaging me to remind me!
Warnings for probable violence, foul language, and possible sexual encounters.
Disclaimer: I don't own SOA or anything that you recognize. I'm just playing with them.
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"Ma! Yer home!"
A five year old boy with pitch black hair ran up to his mother and hugged her around the legs, then started to laugh when she scooped him up and started to rain kisses on his face.
"Hey baby, how was your day?" Destery Teller asked her son as she walked further into the flat, shutting the door behind her.
"Liam showed meh how ta make spit bubbles!" the young boy explained excitedly with his usual undertones of an Irish accent.
The young mother groaned and carried her son into the kitchen where her friend Liam was standing in front of the stove with a beer in his hand. Having heard the boy tell his mother what they had done, the man shook his head and sighed.
"'ey, boyo. Yer not supposed ta be tellin' yer mum what us mens be gettin' up ta!"
The five year old looked properly abashed as he was set back down on his feet by his mother who was giving Liam an unamused look. It didn't seem to faze the Irishman though and he simply pulled a plate of food from the microwave and handed it over to Destery. She looked down at the plate and wrinkled her nose at its contents, but started to pick at it anyways.
"Fish and chips again. That's only the third time this week, Liam. Don't you know how to cook anything else?"
"I watch yer son for ya because we be friends. I'm not yer cook though, girlie. I didn't have ta make ye that a' all," Liam said as he tossed the empty bottle in his hand across the kitchen and into the garbage bin.
"You're supposed to take care of my son, not teach him bad habits," Destery replied before placing the plate on the counter and moving out to the living room, where she sat down with her son and started to colour with him. They talked a little more about what the little boy had done that day until the mother declared it was bath time, then bed time and the groaning child was forced to comply. After being splashed and reading an Irish fairytale about Leprechauns, Destery finally managed to get the boy to sleep and went out to sit on the stairs in front of her apartment with Liam.
"Heyo Des," he greeted as she sat down next to him, holding out his half-finished beer. Wrinkling her nose at the thought, Destery muttered about needing something stronger than beer. Liam smirked and as always, pulled out a bottle of Irish whiskey that he had between his feet. After watching her take a long drink from it and cough a little he asked, "So Des, what could be so bad we be needin' to gulp whiskey like a'that?"
"IRA members came to my office today," she muttered quietly and smiled faintly at the fearful look on her friend's face, "Said to quit my job and leave Ireland or they were coming for me."
"Sounds like we gotta get ya outta Ireland then," Liam cursed before standing up, pulling her with him.
Destery followed him with an amused smile as he started to dig for a screwdriver and before he could start taking the vents off the walls to get to their hidden money, she put a hand on his arm. "Liam, I have nowhere to go now. I'd rather put it in my will that you are to be given custody of my son and any money I have saved up then to try and start over again."
Liam sighed and gave her a look that she couldn't quite decipher, but went to put the tool away before going to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. Shaking her head at the mess that was her life, Destery went to her own room and slipped into bed.
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In Charming, California a phone started to ring in the office of Teller-Morrow, which was picked up by the Queen of SAMCRO, Gemma Teller herself.
"Teller-Morrow Automotive, Gemma speaking, what do you want?"
There was a pause over the line before a clearly Irish voice started to speak, "Yer daughter is here in Ireland. Bein' threatened by the IRA. I can't get her ta leave and she is content to by bloody by them."
After cursing all things Irish and the Teller blood running through the veins of her children, Gemma calmed enough to get the address out of the voice over the phone. Once she had copied it down and read it back to him, the caller hung up and Gemma walked out to the garage and whistled loudly to get everyone's attention. Once she had all the Sons who were there staring at her, she focused her attention on Happy.
"Well boys, the IRA are threatening my only daughter, who's living in Ireland, not twenty miles from SAMBEL's headquarters. Which of you assholes are going to go save her and my grandbaby?
Unsurprisingly, Happy was the first to drop the tools in his hand and head to the clubhouse to get changed, but Jax was right behind him, dragging Juice along as well.
"Juice you better go book some tickets on the next flight to Ireland, or I'm gonna kick your skinny ass."
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Okay, so I apologize. I've had this chapter written out for a while but haven't posted it. Between moving, college, and a new job, I hadn't gotten around to it. But a PM from fleurinka24 this morning got my attention and I came back to post it. I completely rewrote the entire chapter and changed a ton of things, which means this is unbeta'd and all mistakes are mine.
