Belfast, Ireland - 12:45AM
It was cold, surprisingly not raining, but it was cold as hell. Regan's footsteps were nearly silent as she creeped along the wall that surrounded the Dungloe clubhouse towards the driveway. Maybe approaching the clubhouse from the driveway was a dumb idea, would give her away easier, but that was sort of her plan. There was no way in hell she would ever want to carry out this mission from the IRA yet here she was, acting like she was going to. Standing up straight, she glanced around at the bikes surrounding her to see who all was here and dammit, it seemed like everyone was here. Voices made her jump towards the side of the clubhouse to hide, eyes watching the men climb onto their bikes. One by one they left until there was one bike remaining, hopefully it was her 'targets'.
Now. Or never. With a deep breath, hand on her Glock, Regan crept along the building to the door, walking in as if she owned the place all while keeping a hand by her weapon. Coming around the corner towards the Chapel, everything fell into line like muscle memory. There had been so many times when she was younger that she had gone on trips to this clubhouse as a kid with her dad. Her Uncle was the President, of course she knew this clubhouse well. And he sat in his chair just as she had suspected, as if he were waiting for her to come take care of him.
"Regan? Ah child, I haven't seen you in forever," he smiled but the solemn look on her face made him stop. "What's wrong, ma gra?"
"I'm sorreh, Uncle...I...I have to..." she managed, pulling the Glock from her holster but keeping it pointed at the ground as she spoke to him. "I have no choice." She shook her head and tears flowed already.
He looked from her face to her hand then back again, taking a deep breath. "Re...what're you inta?"
Regan shook her head, "I'm sorry." She lifted her hands and pointed the weapon.
With a gasp, Regan snapped awake and glanced around. The light filling the room was a soft grey since the sun was just barely starting to rise in the East and her skin was sticky with sweat. Three days in Charming so far and every night she had had a nightmare. Maybe it was some kind of omen that she should high tail it out of the town or maybe she was just creating her own nightmares through stressing out over nothing. Sighing at the sight of the clock reading just about 6:30, she slowly dragged herself out of her bed and into the bathroom to shower. She was awake, might as well make herself presentable to head down to Teller-Morrow.
Charming, The Redwood Originals, The First SoA Charter in existence. Quite possibly the most intimidating group of individuals Regan could think of considering the men of Charming were always put through worse hazing than anyone else. It was the mother charter, they had to be tougher. Not to say they were outright disgusting people with no hearts, it was a simple known fact within the Sons of Anarchy community that the men of Redwood were a little more...hardened. And maybe a little more weird.
Whatever the case was, Regan had to go down there and introduce herself because she needed to feel at home. Needed to feel the protection of being around the club members. She needed to feel like she was where she belonged again, and there was only one way to do that. Looking at herself in the mirror, the dark brunette woman finished off her makeup and pulled her hair into a ponytail before deeming herself presentable enough. Jeans were acceptable, right?
Nearly an hour later she rolled into the parking lot of TM in her dark green Jeep, parking in the corner by the gate to stay out of the way. Her eyes rest on the bikes as she passed each one, admiring the artwork and cleanliness of each one. Man, these men really took care of their babies. Approaching the office she caught sight of a dark haired woman with blonde highlights sitting at an older computer, glasses perched on the tip of her nose as she read something on the screen.
Regan cleared her throat softly, hiding her nerves rather well as the woman turned her gaze to look at Regan.
"Can I help you?" Her tone wasn't dripping with sweetness, there was actually some kind of expectation in there it seemed. As if Regan was gonna ask for a job or something.
"Hi, uhm, my name's Regan. McElvy. Me Da was a Son in Belfast and...and I figured it was safest to come here and introduce myself..." Regan bit the inside of her lip as she realized how stupid she sounded at that moment. The woman stood up, towering over Regan's petite five foot tall frame, looking her over before nodding.
"McElvy...the name sounds familiar," she mused softly.
Regan smiled a bit and nodded, feeling a bit relaxed at that. "Yeah, he was the Vice Pres for awhile, before he passed."
The woman nodded once more, taking Regan in before setting her glasses down on the desk behind her. "I'm Gemma, the President's Old Lady."
Gemma Teller-Morrow. So this was the old crow Maureen told her about. Well, that was rather rude, she wasn't exactly a crow or anything, but the stories she had heard about Gemma weren't exactly nice. At least now, she'd have her own chance to make an opinion on Gemma instead of only getting Belfast's version. Gemma was, after all, Queen B of all of SoA, she dated the President of the Home Charter, the damned President of all of SoA.
"It's nice ta meet you, Gemma," Regan smiled now, nodding and shifting her weight some.
"Come on, I'll take you inside to meet the boys. Clay will remember your old man," Gemma nodded, walking out of the office into the lot.
Re sighed, thanking God quickly before turning to follow Gemma towards the clubhouse. Now she actually glanced around the lot, noticing a few men working in the garage, the lot behind the garage as well as the tow truck in the corner. What threw her off a bit was the boxing ring sitting under the overhang in front of the clubhouse. Belfast didn't have a ring, they just had a circle of men. What a weird thing to do. Stepping into the clubhouse brought her cold air and a shiver, and Regan looked around quickly before the talking went quiet.
"Hey boys," Gemma said softly, stepping aside to let Regan walk all the way in. "This is-"
"Re?" The Scottish tilt made her snap her head around, moving to step in front of Gemma to find the familiar face.
"Uncle!" Regan smiled brightly, stepping forward as Chibs got up from his stool so fast it fell backwards. He wrapped her up in a tight hug, pressing kisses to her cheek and forehead as he practically squeezed the air from her lungs. Re took in a deep breath of him, catching the scent of booze, sweat, some kind of cologne and his kutte. Stepping back as Chibs let her go, she looked up at him while he cupped her cheeks to look at her.
"My God, Regan..." he shook his head before turning to the men and hugging Regan to his side. "Boys, this is me GodDaughter, Regan McElvy."
"As in Roban McElvy?" A nearly white haired men stepped up, his oddly strong jawline setting while he waited for an answer. Regan's eyes wandered down to the patches on his kutte, seeing 'President' and realizing she stood in the presence of Clay Morrow.
Bobbing her head in a nod, she smiled a bit, "Yeah, he's me Da."
Clay's eyebrows lifted in surprise before he nodded himself, looking at the men around them. Regan quickly looked them all over, checking for patches as she did. The Sgt. At Arms was a wild-eyed man, which was sort of usual if she thought about it since the job called for someone right on the edge of insanity. Beside him stood a shorter, latino with some stupid looking tattoos on his shaved head, beside him a heavy-set man with some crazy hair himself. The others she didn't really see since she was distracted by Clay talking.
"Roban McElvy was the Vice President of the Belfast Charter, joined up not too long after McGee started the charter," Clay explained.
"Was?" A tall blonde frowned as he questioned the statement, his patch reading 'V. Pres'.
"Yeah," Regan piped up with a sigh and a nod. "Was killed when I was eighteen, so about ten years ago." Chibs' arm tightened around her shoulders a moment since he had been the first person she called after finding out. Obviously he caught onto the fact that it still bothered her.
Chibs stepped forward now, letting go of Regan to grab two beers and nodded to the men. "Now, if ya don't mind, I'm gonna go catch up with me GodDaughter if that's a'right?"
Smiling at Chibs' nonchalant way of speaking, she followed along after giving a little wave back out into the warmth of the day. The pair sat down at one of the picnic tables with their beers where they'd sort of have some privacy, or at least be left alone.
"Where the hell you been, Regan? I thought ye were dead!" Chibs shook his head, perching his sunglasses on the top of his head and took a long pull from his beer.
After the shit went down with Jimmy, Regan made it out of Ireland thanks to Maureen and Padraic, along with the help of a high up IRA member. Everyone just assumed she had passed or had been killed on a mission. Looking to her Uncle before back to her beer, she played with the bottle a bit as she spoke.
"Shet went down in Ireland five years ago. Ma killed herself, I was pulling into the IRA, after I defied Jimmy and didn't complete a task I was given, I was gonna be killed so Maureen and Padraic got me outta the country," she kept her voice low and looked to Chibs once more.
The look on his face was all mixed emotions. She could read anger and confusion for sure, but maybe a touch of sadness was there as well. "IRA? Regan Aisling-"
"Don't chastise me, Uncle Fil," she sighed, knowing that was exactly what was coming form him. "Ye gotta understand. I was not given a choice in the matter, especially with Ma dying. It was join or disappear unwillingly so I joined. And when Jimmy made me his personal bitch toy I got angry and, well, that's why I disappeared. I made my way over here slowly, making sure to lose any trails I may have."
Chibs studied his GodDaughter as she spoke about leaving all while putting puzzle pieces together in his head. There were a lot of things that Regan was leaving out of the discussion but those were all stories for another day. This was the first time they had seen one another since Chibs was forced to leave Ireland and Regan was not about to ruin that.
"Well," he started, sitting up some with a nod. He took a moment to seemingly put his thoughts together before reaching out to take his GodDaughters hand. "I'm glad yer alright, Re. Missed ya something terrible. Ya got a place to stay?"
Regan smiled and nodded, allowing Chibs to hold her hand in both of his for the moment. "I do, yeah. All moved in and settled already. I'm living on Rose Lane by Eighth Street in a rather nice little house if I do say so myself," she laughed at herself, having fallen in love with her comfortable little home.
Chibs bobbed his head in a light nod, "You're pretty close to all of us. I'm a bit of a ways down, but Juice lives right around there, and Jax too. You will never be far from a Son, and you're always welcome here, ya know that."
She nodded and looked down as his fingers traced the tan line of where her ring used to sit. At the frown that crossed his face, she reached into her pocket and pulled the antique ring from her pocket.
"Look familiar, Uncle? I took it off when I got here to avoid questions but..."
Chibs reached out and took the ring, slowly passing it over in his fingers with a genuinely soft smile on his lips. "Been some time since I seen this...I gave it to..." And the realization hit as his head snapped up to look at her. "Paddyboy?"
"Yeah," she nodded and sighed. "Gave it to me before I left but...at this point, he's probably moved on. Got a family of his own and all. I just kept it for the memories, and it's yer Grandmothahs ring so it's precious not just to Paddy, but to me too."
The smile faltered a bit on her lips as she talked about Padraic Telford, Chibs' nephew and her first love. They had had so many plans for their future before all of the shit happened. Marriage, kids, vacations, you name it they had it planned out. Chibs had given Padraic the ring when they were younger, somewhere around sixteen while Regan had been away in the Detention Center for being a misbehaving child. Apparently she meant something to Padraic since he had given it to her before she left. Re thought he would keep it for when he moved onto someone else, but now she could keep it close. It surprised her when Chibs slipped the ring back onto her finger, sliding his thumb over it slowly before looking to her.
"I'm glad you're here, Regan."
"Me too, Uncle. And I'm glad you're here," she giggled, turning her hand to take hold of his and sighed. Thank God she had found her Uncle.
What a good start to being in Charming.
Notes: Thank you guys for reading! This is going to take place being a bit AU all while sticking close to the plot line and rules. I'm not sure as to when this is going to take place but I'm going to guess right around Season 3 before all of the crap goes down with the Irish.
