The siblings walked into the clubhouse together when Beck stopped short. A burly figure wearing a beanie stood by the pool table, his back to the door the two had entered through. Jax was about to call out to him when Beck poked his arm and put a finger to her lips. She padded up to the figure and once close enough, jumped on to his back.
"What the shit!" Opie exclaimed grabbing the arms wrapped around his neck. Beck and Jax cracked up at his exclamation. Opie spun around to face Jax. Jax grinned at his brother and shook his head, pointing to his sister who was now wrapping her legs around Opie's torso. Ope caught a glimpse of the brunette on his back and smiled as well.
"Bend it Beckham." Opie laughed as Beck hopped down and walked around to his side. He had been the first one to give her that nickname after watching a movie of a similar title with the Tellers in high school. A few of the other brothers had picked it up as well and many teased her about it. Even other charters had heard about it during some runs. He took her into a bear hug, lifting her feet off the ground. "We've missed you around here. How was school?" Once her feet were back on the ground, Beck ran a hand through her hair and sighed.
"Hard. But good. I've missed you guys too. How're the kids?" Jax had told her about Donna and she didn't want to dredge that pain up. It was still so recent.
"They're good. Pop is taking care of them for now but they'll be around for the party tonight. They've gotten so big, you won't believe it." Beck had always liked hearing Opie talk about his kids. They made him happy and she liked to see that.
Meanwhile, Juice came in behind Jax and saw Beck.
"Beck!" he exclaimed, a huge smile crossing his face. Beck turned from Opie and smiled back.
"Juice! It's so good to see you. Jax told me you got patched in."
"Yeah. Now someone else gets to clean the toilets." Juice laughed.
"New prospect? Cool. I'll have to meet him later. Look I'd love to stay but if we're doing a party, I need to go feed Pele." When the guys looked confused she added, "my cat. I'll be back in less than an hour."
Beck patted Juice's shoulder on her way out and began her walk back home. The house she had bought was only a few blocks from T-M. She had gotten it for a steal because it was in pretty terrible shape and the owners were desperate to get away from SAMCRO after hotwiring one of the bikes and subsequently crashing it. Less than two blocks from T-M and a short siren sounded behind Beck. A Ford Bronco with the Charming PD logo on its door pulled up next to her.
"Beck Teller back in Charming. I don't believe it." David Hale sat behind the wheel, smirking at the youngest Teller. Beck smiled at Hale.
"Heya David. How's it going?" she replied, leaning toward his car window.
"Pretty well. You want a ride? I'm off the clock."
"That would be great. Thanks." Beck walked around the front of the car and hopped into the passenger seat.
"So where's home now?" Hale asked as he started moving forward.
"A few blocks straight. One story, blue, mostly dead yard. You can't miss it."
"I know you've probably already been asked this, but how was school?"
"It was good. Lots of work, but worth it. I've got a job in Sacramento so I can still live here." She paused and turned to look at him. "But look at you. Deputy now. That's impressive David."
"Thanks. Unser's still clinging to his role as Chief. I don't know for how much longer. The cancer's getting to him, not that he wants anyone to know that." Beck nodded thoughtfully. Unser was a friend of SAMCRO but still a good chief. Hale hated the Sons, but she had always gotten along with him. He was the most reliable person the club knew. Which meant that when she was younger, he'd been asked to babysit her a few times, when the club was busy or there was a party that she couldn't go to. And while he was by no means unbiased, she could ask him about the club and get a relatively honest answer.
"I heard there's an ATF agent in town." Hale paled at this and nodded.
"Yeah. She's a real bitch. We can talk about that later though. This is supposed to be a good day." Hale pulled up in front of the house Beck had described. "Looks like this is you."
"You can come in if you want. It's kind of a mess, but if you don't mind, I don't." Beck offered.
"I would, but I've got a meeting with my brother unfortunately. You know I would rather come in but, what Jacob says goes around here." David sighed. Beck smiled sympathetically and hopped out of the car.
"Well then good luck with that. We should get lunch sometime."
"Sounds good. See you round Beck."
"See ya David." Beck waved as she walked up to the house and unlocked the front door. Pele yowled at her from the kitchen. "I know buddy I know." She set the keys by the door and walked through to the kitchen. Pele was standing on the counter-top next to the sink, pawing at the cabinet door that he knew held his food. "Get down from there you little asshole." Beck grumbled, sliding him to the side so she could get his food out. With a satisfied chirp, the black cat hopped down and sat next to his bowl. Beck filled the bowl and put the food away.
"Okay buddy. I'll be back tonight. Don't break anything," she instructed the cat before heading back out of the house. A car sat in the driveway now. Her mother, SAMCRO's queen, leaned against the front door.
"Hey baby. Want a ride back? The boys are itching for you to come back. They're ready to start the party." Gemma smiled at her daughter.
"I've only been gone 15 minutes." Beck sighed.
"Patience is a virtue honey. One that bikers tend to lack."
"Gee I hadn't noticed." Beck retorted sarcastically, opening the passenger door.
Gemma smiled and slid back into the driver's seat. Once settled, they drove back to T-M, Beck getting the details about the party. It was a no croweater, no fighting, minimal booze party. As they pulled into T-M, Beck noticed a long row of bikes parked in the lot.
"They've all missed you Beck." Gemma told her as she parked the car.
"I know. I've missed them too."
