Remember I'm not following the story lines of the show so some people who are dead or not in the show often are in this story and some who are often in it are never in my story.
Enya sat on top of a picnic table outside the SAMCRO saying goodbye to her godfather. He had his arm around her shoulders while she was turned into him, eyes full of tears that she would not allow to fall.
"You look after my ma Mick, she's all a mess with worrying about me and I don't want her doing anything daft." She sniffed and stood up, "you tell her Filip Telford is looking after me and she has nothing to worry about."
"En, I think the fact Telford is looking after you worries her more than the bloody UVF finding you. She knows as well as the rest of bloody Belfast you had an infatuation with him before he left to come here. Don't go getting all attracts to him, as your ma always say.."
"It will all end in tears," Enya finished blushing at the mention of her school girl crush on Chibs.
"Och you heard Chibs, he still thinks I'm that little girl who followed him around Belfast with pig tales," she sighed, "he has no interest in me, ma doesn't need worry."
"Aye, just watch yourself girl, your here to keep safe not get into trouble. Check yourself around these guys, when it comes to many things rules are just like with the Belfast chapter but around here you're not the princess of the Army, the name Clark means nothing here." Kissing her on the forehead he walked toward the truck and got in, "the prepay is with Clay, call your Ma as often as you can and call me if you have troubles."
As Enya watched her godfather drive away she was joined by Chibs. "You alright love?"
"Aye," she turned to him and took a deep breath, "I've never left Ireland before, if I wasn't in Northern Ireland I was in the Republic this is all very new and hard."
"Come on girl, all the boys are wanting to meet you, they are all wanting to get to know the 'gun girl'," as she walked in front of him he gave her a little chick in the butt causing her to squeal and do a little skip.
As she walked into the clubhouse she did what she had always been told to do, locate everybody in the room. There were a number of people, a few men wearing cuts standing around a pool table, a few more on sofas surrounded by women dressed in very little and a number of other men scattered about the room also with women. At a table near the bar sat three women who were all sizing her up. Not knowing the women's role and realising that their clothing was much different to the other women Enya avoided eye contact with them remembering that she was the outsider. Back home in Belfast she would have stared them down knowing that she held the power.
"To be honest I can't be arsed introducing to everyone, the girls you don't need to know except the three at that table, their Old Ladies. Same rules apply here as SAMBEL, Old Ladies get your respect and if the boy is wearing a cut then so does he. If anyone gives you trouble let me know yeah," he seemed eager to go join the boys so she nodded and headed to the bar giving the Old Ladies a polite nod as she went.
She pulled up a stool next to the blond she knew as Jax and asked for a beer, "you over 21?" Jax teased.
She smiled at him, "well over, I tuned twenty-five a few weeks ago." She laughed at his surprised look, "I know I don't look that old, good gene I guess," she shrugged.
"You should go over and sit with my mum and the other Old Ladies, I mean, I know you're not an Old Lady but you sure as hell don't look like a croweater or a sweetbutt." He pointed at the table where the three women sat and then to the women on the sofas.
She took in what they were wearing, if they had jeans on they were tight and had skimpy tops on, if they had tops on that covered more skin then they wore shot shots or miniskirts some wore skimpy tops with skimpy bottoms. She assessed her own clothes, baggy jeans and an oversized shirt, not exactly party clothes.
"Yeah, guess I'm a wee underdressed huh. When you're coming into a country illegally on a boat you tend to dress down."
"Ah, don't worry about it darling, you look fine. Come on I'll introduce you to the women," he picked up his beer in one hand and her hand with the other leading her over to the Old Lady table.
"Enya, this is my mother, Clay's old lady, Layla, she's with Opie who is over at the bar and that right there is Tara my Old Lady. Play nice," he warned them all as he pulled out a seat for Enya before heading back to Opie.
"Can I get you guys anything before I sit down?" Enya asked surprising the other women.
All three said "no" in varies forms so Enya took her seat in between Tara and Gemma putting her beer on the table.
"Chib's little Irish Rose huh?" said Gemma, "he's mentioned you a few times, probably more than he mentions Fiona and the kid to be honest."
This news surprised Enya but she acted as though it didn't, "I use to annoy the shit out of him back in the day, I was only about fourteen when he left. He was forced to spend a lot of time with me, keep me out of trouble. Guess he doesn't like to talk about Fi and Keri much, guess he misses them."
"What brings you state side?" asked Tara in an effort to break an awkward silence that had hit the table as Gemma eyed the new comer.
"Got into a bit of trouble with gardi, finally found myself on the UKs terrorist list much to me Ma's horror, she doesn't trust that the Army can keep me out of sight so here I am." Enya shrugged hoping her poker face was enough to fool the old ladies.
Gemma lend towards her, "watch who you tell that story to sweety. My boys in the club, they obviously know we have Army connections but its privileged information. Not all old ladies know that shit and the croweaters sure as shit don't."
Enya nodded to show she understood before Gemma got up and left the table. "She can be scary as hell," said Tara and Layla nodded in agreement, "but once she knows you, once you earn her trust she will treat you better." Then both Tara and Layla left the table as well and it was clear that Tara's words applied to how all of them would treat her.
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