Daughter of Anarchy
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
tell the world I'm coming home
Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday
I know my kingdom awaits and they've forgiven my mistakes...
~Coming Home, Diddy-Dirty Money
Chapter 1: Prince Binky Moose-a-Moose Andrew Gregory Leroy Trager
Harley's POV:
I rolled down the window of the black Ford Explorer and sighed. I looked at my twin brother through the rear-view mirror. His face was sad, but he forced a smile, trying to make me feel better.
Yeah, like that would happen.
Our mom died a week ago. My brother, Sage, was doing a hell of a lot better with this than I was. Well, maybe he was just trying to be the tough older brother... Older brother by 5 minutes, that is. Sage never let me forget he was older than me.
But, back on track.
Mom got in a car accident on the first week of June. I suppose that it would have been easier on me if she had died instantly, you know... if she didn't have to suffer. But she died 3 days later... it killed me inside, to watch her die. Sure, we may have irritated each other, and got into fights, but she was my mom. Mom's are a daughter's best friend, right?
Now, since Sage and I weren't 18 yet, we were going to live with my dad in Charming, California. It was a lot smaller in comparison to Los Angeles... Mom, Sage, and I lived in a huge beach house, just off the beach. It was perfect. The grass was so soft, and you could run out into the backyard and off into the sand. Sage and I shared a room... we didn't have the classic brother and sister relationship. Like fighting every ten seconds about shit that didn't matter. We were besties. Our room was amazing, it had a rounded glass ceiling, and white walls with band posters plastered all over the place. We used to lay on the floor at night and look at the stars and try to find constellations. Our room went out onto a huge balcony/terrace.
I wiped the tear that slid down my cheek and stuck my head slightly down the window, breathing in the warm California air.
We turned by a sign. 'Charming- 2.5 miles away!'
I snorted, and Mrs. Baker, or Mrs. Boobs, as Sage and I called her behind her back, looked at me.
"Oh, it's nothing Mrs. B... I just don't get why they put an exclamation point. Its not that exciting... it's just Charming. I'd rather it be 2,500 miles, not 2.5." I said.
"Are you not excited about going to live with your father?" She asked.
"No, no. I love my Dad... it's just... he was never really around when me and Sage-"
"Sage and I" Mrs. B corrected me. She treated us like we were five.
"He was never around when Sage and I were growing up. We saw him, what, maybe 5 times a year from when we were 5 to, what, fourteen? Right, Sage?"
Sage nodded and made a popping sound with his lips, making me giggle.
He always knew how to make me feel better.
"And don't get me wrong, Dad rocks... but... I guess I- I mean, we, wish he would have been around more often." I shrugged.
"Yeah that, or he could have gotten us motorcycles when we turned 16." Sage scoffed.
"Sage!" I scolded. "I don't think you can legally own a motorcycle until your 18."
"Oh , poppycock, Harley! That's just some dumb lie Dad fed you to keep his little girl off motorcycles until you were older. Can't say I blame him, you were- oops- I mean, are, the tiniest girl your age I've ever met."
"Hey! I gained four pounds and grew two whole inches since then!" I said defensively.
"Sure you did." Sage rolled his eyes.
"I did..." I whispered under my breath.
"Did not!" Sage argued back.
"Damn you, and your Vulcan hearing!" I laughed.
Mrs. B wanted to say something, but held her tongue. I made it very clear to her that it was not her place to tell me whether or not I could swear.
As we approached the 22.8 square mile town at a speed of exactly 52 MPH, the familiar sign I saw only once when Sage and I were 6.
Welcome to Charming! "Our Name Says it all!"
I snorted even louder then I did at the sign 2.5 miles away.
Yeah... A biker club called 'Sons of Anarchy' sure was charming.
I sighed. I needed to stop being such a pessimist. I liked having a tough dad. I actually loved it. It made me feel protected. I knew he'd kick anyone in the face if they pissed around with me. I pushed my bangs back off my forehead, only to have them fall back into my eyes.
Sage must have sensed my feelings, because a little stuffed moose was placed on my lap.
"Binky will make you feel better." He winked. I giggled half-halfheartedly. Binky was my favorite stuffed animal...
The story of Binky brings us to the Motorcycle Club I had mentioned... you see, my dad was in this club. Part of the reason he and mom split up. Dad wanted to be in the club, Mom wanted him home, Dad wasn't happy, Mom filed for divorce... She got complete custody, Dad came to visit... the whole shameal. Sage and I visited dad once, and only once, here in Charming. Most of the time we would just go camping in the Appalachians... but, we came to visit him.
I was more nervous than a baby chick surrounded by savage, hungry coyotes that hadn't eaten in weeks. I don't remember her very clearly, I only knew her for a week, but her name was Gemma, if I recall correctly, and she bought me this little stuffed moose at a gift store. I fell in love with it, and never was seen without it. Sage named him Prince Binky Moose-a-Moose Andrew Gregory Leroy Trager, Binky for short, since I couldn't come up with anything creative enough.
We drove down the quiet street... it was nice, just like any other California Suburb, Houses that were almost identical, side by side, each with a defining quality to them. I smiled to myself as a little boy and little girl played in a slip-n-slide. Oh, how that brought back memories.
We slowly pulled into the small driveway of the dark green house, with white shutters, and a small little front porch. Dad's eyes lit up when he saw me through the front windshield. It had been 3 years. 3 whole years since I last saw him.
I looked back at Sage, who gave me an encouraging thumbs up. I grabbed my black backpack with the various band patches, ranging from My Chemical Romance, to Smashing Pumpkins, and held on to Binky with all my strength, and opened the SUV's door.
The sun was bright and hot against my skin. I grumbled. I forgot sunscreen today, and the last thing I needed was a god-damned sunburn.
Sage and I walked up the porch steps to greet our beaming dad.
"Harley! Sage!" He said, loudly and happily, as he wrapped us both in a hug.
"Hi Dad." We said in unison.
"My god, Harley... you've changed so much since you were 14..." Dad said in disbelief.
"Well, I am 17." I laughed.
"Very true, very true." He nodded, and laughed as well. "Well, why don't you guys drop your stuff in the living room and we'll head to the club house, so you can meet the boys!" He clapped his hands once.
I groaned.
"NO! You never said anything about meeting people. I hate people." I complained.
"Oh, grow a pair, Harley!" Sage yelled at me. Of course he was excited about meeting bikers. He had biker blood running through his veins. I suppose I did too, but like Sage said... I was lazy.
"Fine. But if any of them irritate me, I. am. Out." I said, poking Sage with each of the last three words.
I heard dad laugh as I walked into the small house.
I silently thanked the heavens he had central A/C. You'd have to be a fuck tard not to have it here in good ol' Cali. I tossed my suitcases on the couch, and stuffed Binky into my backpack, slinging it over my shoulder.
I walked back out onto the porch, only to find a very familiar face. I may not have remembered everyone here, but I knew this guy.
Chibs.
I also knew that Chibs had a daughter, who was exactly 3 months younger than me, and I knew that we hit it off.
And when I say we hit it off, I mean, we were fucking soul mate best friends. I kicked myself in the ass everyday for not staying in touch with her.
I smiled widely.
"Hi, Chibs." I greeted the tall, dark-haired Scottish man.
"Jesus Christ! Is that you Harley? My god, Tig, that lass over there couldn't possibly be lil' Harley! Why, last time I checked, she was only 6 years old." Chibs crossed his arms. I laughed.
"No, its me, Chibs. I promise." I laughed.
"Well, I never woulda thought you'd grow up to be this beautiful! What with your dad bein'... you know... your dad..." He trailed off, and Dad punched him in the arm.
"Dad isn't that bad, Chibs." I laughed again. I hadn't laughed this hard in a week.
Chibs shrugged. He turned around and I let a sharp breath go out. I always had a teensy crush on Chibs. I was always a little bad ass when I was little, and I always went for the Europeans. But it was only a cute little girl crush, not a big enough one to make me lose sleep at night and cry all the time. That would have been a little weird.
I let a little whoop out as I saw that there was no car that we would be driving to their... Club House. I giggled... Club House.
Yeah, real manly, guys.
I laughed very loud, and without a single sad bone in my body when we arrived where we were going. I loved motorcycles. I remembered when Sage "borrowed" our neighbor's bike and went for a joy ride. Thank god the Andersen's didn't press charges. We woulda been in the shitter for sure.
"Well, here we are." Dad looked over his shoulder at me.
"Wow, nice. I was expecting a pink tree house, with fluffy bunnies painted on the side." I teased my tough-guy dad.
He snorted, and I got off the bike. He put the kick stand down and followed me into the club house. I grabbed Sage's hand nervously.
"Hey, Tig... you better watch Half-Sack around your daughter. She sure is a beauty, and it would be a shame to let him near such a beautiful young lass." I heard Chibs whisper to my Dad.
Half-Sack? What the hell kind of name is Half-Sack? I scoffed internally. I was anxious to meet this 'Half-Sack'.
Sage opened the door for me, and there were various people scattered about. Most of them were playing pool, some were sitting at the bar. I immediately recognized Gemma. She was a little younger when I first met her, I could tell she aged slightly, but she was still beautiful as ever. I recognized Jax, her son... the rest? Not so much.
"Oh, Fuck me running!" Sage yelled.
"Sage!" I yelled at him. "What the fuck was that for?"
"Oh, sorry Harley... Stubbed my toe..." He apologized.
I let out an exasperated sigh and let go of his hand.
"Alright! Listen up!" Dad tried to get everyone's attention over the music and talking. Dad couldn't seem to get their attention. I sighed and grabbed a one of the pool sticks from one of the people I didn't recognize... He had shorter blonde hair, and scruffy facial hair... But anyways, I grabbed the pool stick from him, and started banging it on the pool table.
"Everybody shut the fuck up!" I screamed, and everyone stopped dead in their tracks. I let out a huff. "Thank you." I rolled my eyes.
I roughly handed the pool stick back to the unknown blonde, and his eyes almost popped out of his pretty face.
"Thank you, Harley... for that..." My dad thanked me, a slightly confused look on his face. "Everyone, this is Harley and Sage, My daughter and son." He introduced us.
"Oh my god!" Gemma hopped up from her seat and wrapped her arms around me. "I don't know if you remember me or not, but I'm Gemma! I bought you that little stuffed moose that you named that really long name... what was it?" She asked.
"No, of course I remember you!" I unzipped the bag, revealing Binky. "His name is Prince Binky Moose-a-Moose Andrew Gregory Leroy Trager." I said matter-of-factual.
I looked around at everyone's faces... they're faces literally screamed 'What the hell is WRONG with this chick?'... all except one. The blonde I stole the pool stick from. He had a smile on his face, arms crossed and was gently shaking his head.
"I was six." I rolled my eyes.
A guy with tattoos on the side of his head shook his head, and chuckled.
"I like it. But why Prince?" He asked.
"Oh, I didn't name him. Sage did. But we both went through a prince phase." I laughed.
"I can understand that. I think everyone goes through one of those." He nodded.
"Phase?" Sage snorted. "I still love Prince. The man can play guitar."
I giggled evilly. Sage's eyebrows raised.
"Tell the story. I fuckin' dare you, small one."
I shook my head.
"My name is Juice." The tattooed guy reached out a hand to me.
"Harley, obviously." I laughed.
"Very biker name, tiny one."
"Duh. Have you met my dad? At all?" I rolled my eyes.
"Sarcastic, Sexy, Biker name, Small, yet tough? I like you." He nodded approvingly.
I smiled triumphantly.
"I don't know if you remember me or not, but I'm J-"
"Jax. I remember. You remember, Sage?" I asked my brother.
"Yup." Sage nodded, and waved.
"I'm Happy." A very large-muscled man with smiley-face tattoos nodded at me.
"Wow. Giant Biker, Whimsical tattoos and nickname. Contradictions. Nice." I nodded back.
"I'm Opie." A very lumber-jack looking man with a huge beard nodded his head at Sage and I.
"Nice Beard." I said.
"Impressive, eh?" He smiled.
"Well, you're saying that to someone who may just be ZZ top's biggest fan... So compared to them, no. If they didn't exist, yes." I said.
"I respect that." He nodded, seeming surprised I knew who ZZ top was.
"I'm Piney, Opie's dad." An old guy with oxygen tubes in his nose,while smoking a joint, greeted me with a smile.
"Hi," Me and Sage said in unison. Twins, right?
"I'm Clay, Gemma's Husband, and Jax's step dad, and I'm the president of the club." An older guy shook our hands.
"I'm Bobby." An oldish guy with black and grey hair winked.
"Hi..." We said in unison again.
I turned to the only person who hadn't introduced himself. The scruffy blonde. He had to have been Half-Sack.
"Hi. I'm Half-Sack.." He greeted us. I internally threw up a rainbow. He was so unbelievably, indescribably hot. It made me want to fall over and scooch on the floor in circles, gibbering in the speech us girls did whenever there was a super hottie in the room.
Chibs knew me very well. He may have only known me personally for a week, but Dad probably filled him in on everything. And if he knew this Half-Sack as well as I think he did, he figured Half-Sack would like me.
I felt like the 'Awwww Yeaaahhh' meme at that moment.
Everyone went back to doing what they were doing before I interrupted, and Juice waved me over to the pool table.
"How much money do you have, tiny one?" He asked.
"I beg your fucking pardon?" I asked, slightly irritated.
Half-Sack laughed. "For betting, Harley."
"Oh... I dont know.. like... 5 bucks?" I shrugged.
"5 Bucks? Didn't you used live in one of those big ol' beach houses in Santa Monica?
"No, Los Angeles actually, and yes, I did, but that doesn't mean I have all the fucking money in the world. My mom did though. And by the way, I didn't used to live there, Sage and I get the house when we're 18."
"Well, Miss Know-it-All. How much money does Sage have?" Juice asked.
"Like, 59 cents and a gummy bear." I snorted.
"Excuse Moi, Mrs. Harley Trager," Sage said from across the room. "I happen to have 60 cents and two gummy bears."
I laughed, and apologized for my completely inaccurate estimation.
"Well, if you want, why don't you and I team up and you can throw in your 5 dollars with my 50, and we'll split it up when we win." Half-Sack winked at me.
I nodded and giggled evilly, giving him a high five.
"You good at pool, Harley?" Juice asked me.
I snorted. "You wouldn't have to ask me that if you knew my Mom. She was the queen."
"That she was!" Dad called from across the room.
"What was your mom like? You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.." Half-Sack asked.
"No, I don't mind. She was really short and petite like me, she had blonde hair though. I guess the main things I inherited from mom was that, my epic pool skittles, my love for trampolines and puppies, and deep seated hatred for ostriches and emus."
"And clumsiness, don't forget clumsiness!" Sage called from across the room.
"And you inherited her lady parts, bitch!" I called back.
He opened his mouth to shoot back a comeback, but closed it. Smart boy.
"She was a little naggy, I suppose, but all moms are sometimes, I guess. She never really held us back from things though, we weren't very sheltered. She was very cool." I smiled.
"She sounds it. So she was basically you with blonde hair? I mean, you obviously didn't get your smoking looks from your dad." Juice laughed.
"Oh, definitely not. All I got from him was his hair, eyes, and love for bikes." I laughed. "But that's basically mom for you." I laughed, and we continued the pool game. Half-Sack and I won, obviously, and he dubbed me sexiest pool player alive, and, much to my dismay, I learned why they called him Half-Sack.
Oh yes, and it wasn't just a verbal explanation. Half-Sack dropped his pants and showed it to me and Sage. Sage thought it was awesome, and I hid behind Jax. It wasn't as disfigured at I imagined, I just didn't like to be flashed. Maybe blame my brother for that. All through child-hood, all he ever fucking did was flash and moon me. I always told myself all brothers were that weird. I knew I was lying to myself, but I'd rather have an interesting brother than a boring ass jock for a brother.
We left the Club around 2:30, and I gave Juice, Jax and Gemma each a hug goodbye. I looked back at Half-Sack, who gave me a smile and a tiny wave good-bye and winked. I waved back lamely and walked out with Sage by my side.
Sage and I began to do our "special walk" that we referred to as the Kangaroo Prance. Dad was obviously so proud of his son and daughter, prancing about. I laughed out loud and told dad to get a sense of humor.
Sage had to carry me inside, since I wasn't good at staying up late. Sage and I had to share a room and bed since there was only one guest room. Nothing out of the ordinary, we were used to that. He placed Binky in between us, making me giggle. I had had my doubts about coming here, but I soon realized they were ridiculous. I was gonna be just fine.
A/N: WOOO! First chapter of our SOA fanfic.. Wee liikee. :D Cant wait to write more xD Feel free to review the crap out of it, or we WILL find you. ~ Miki and Racheydee :D