A/N

Happy new year everyone!

Chapter 1

"This is about war and maybe tomorrow, next month, maybe ten years from now someone wearing a Reaper will cut your heart out." – Bobby

His whole being felt numb, eyes staring into space as the sound of voices spoke in the distance. Everything was pulled out, his vision blurred and his ears clogged as he tried to process what he'd been told. His mother was dead, she'd been murdered on her way home. Found beaten and bloody with a bullet hole in the back of her head. They'd asked him if she'd had any enemies that wanted her dead but he could come up with none, she'd been the kindest person he'd ever known. He heard a heavy sigh from in front of him before someone slumped down on the chair beside him, he glanced at the tired look on the chiefs face. He'd known old man Unser since he and his mother first moved to Charming, he'd helped them settling in properly.

''I made a promise to your mother,'' the Chief began, Caleb sniffed in the smell of cigarettes as he waited for the old man to continue, ''But there are some things that I can't protect you from and maybe it will be for the best.''

''Am I gonna get killed?'' he asked, his greyish-blue eyes staring at the desk across the room. He wouldn't even care of the Chief answered with a simple yes, he had no one left to call family. No one awaited him at home.

The Chief didn't answer him immediately as he instead held out a piece of paper, Caleb frowned as he took the paper. He let his eyes scan over the information, it held all of his information from his own name to his parents' names. He was at a loss for words, staring at his name over and over again without fully managing to believe it.

''You moving here wasn't just a coincident, your mother moved here to find out about your father,'' Unser explained seeming uncomfortable to finally voice the deep secret he'd held onto for so many years, knowing the dangers of finally letting the boy in on his parents affair that led to the death of his mother, ''Your father is John Teller, former president of SAMCRO.''

Everyone in Charming knew about The Sons of Anarchy, a motorcycle club that operates both illegal and legal businesses and their mother charter held home right in Charming. Like almost all the young boys, Caleb had looked up to the bikers and dreamt of one day joining the club as a Prospect. Now he knew why his mother had been so firm in shutting such thoughts out, the list of suspect towards his mothers' murder narrowing down by a lot.

''My mother said I was a Griffin, I guess she lied to keep me safe?'' he felt bitter about the news and the fact that his mother hadn't told him this herself. He could have helped her, could have soothed her worries and gotten them out of town before the accident. He turned his eyes to the Chief, ''It was them, wasn't it?''

''There is no proof,'' the Chief said hurriedly, not like the burning flames in the young males eyes. His inner Teller showing through his disguise, the extreme loyalty towards their own and the will to do anything and everything to protect it.

The words weren't convincing enough, the Chiefs' eyes betraying the truth. Caleb rose from his seat, excusing himself with the lie of needing a smoke. He left the building, his eyes now dry as he set off towards the freaks who'd killed his mother over the fact that their president hadn't been able to hold his penis in his pants. He blamed his birth for his mothers' death, blamed his mother for not having been able to let his fathers' death go. The fact that she'd moved to Charming years after his death, that she'd gotten herself exposed. That she'd died because she'd fallen in love with the wrong man, the fact that his father hadn't kept her safe.

He turned into the lot of the Teller-Morrow automobile shop, eyes instantly landing on the long row of shining harleys. He spat in their direction before making his way over to the garage, the doors were open showing a couple of mechanics working on cars. A particular guy caught his eyes, the male had curly blond hair and was working on a car some way from the others.

Putting on a friendly smile, Caleb reached for the gun that he'd stashed behind his back before swiftly putting it against the mechanics' temple. The mechanic stilled his movements, eyes staring down at the engine as he tried to figure out what was going on. Caleb leaned in closer, eyes staring at the man in front of him, ''Scream and I'll blow your head off.''

''Kid believes me, you don't wanna do this,'' the mechanic stuttered as he finally manages to take in the boys appearance, no more than fifteen or sixteen. He didn't look like a thug, quite the opposite. With the smile on his lips, he looked innocent to a fault, impossible to read.

The words brought an unamused chuckle from Caleb, glock pressing down a little harder as he leaned in close to the mechanic's ear, ''I'm gonna ask you a question and you gonna answer me truthfully, you understand?''

A simple nod, the mechanic glanced towards the door of the clubhouse where the club was slowly making their way out of the building. They paid the mechanics no mind, he had to admit that the kid was good as he had still to get caught.

''Elizabeth Griffin, does it ring any bells?'' his voice was smooth as silk, neither hostile nor friendly. He was calm as a cat preparing to pounce its' prey as if he could pull the trigger at any given second.

''She was the woman in the news this morning,'' the mechanic remembered, she worked in the small coffee shop he liked to buy coffee from. He glanced at the teen, the resemblance was impossible not to notice, ''She was your mother.''

''And your club killed her, the only question is who did it?'' his voice was but a whisper but the impact of the words made the mechanic shiver, he hadn't known the club was behind the gruesome murder.

He knew that his answer wouldn't please the boy but it would be the truth, he had no idéa who'd killed the woman. The glock was still pressed against his temple, the teen wasn't letting his attention roam. He needed to cause a distraction, the kid was still rather short but his muscles were somewhat prominent. But with age and experience, the moment of surprise would make it an easy win. He sucked in a breath, one mistake and he'd get a new hole in his head.

Something moved towards them and Caleb glanced towards the lot, his greyish-blue' taking in the approaching man. The mechanic suddenly moved, arm jutting out to slam against Calebs' hand making him grunt as his arm was shoved away. He held onto the glock but the mechanic had already managed to turn, hand gripping onto his hand to prevent him from aiming as he kicked his feet out from under him. The air was forced out of him as they both hit the ground, Calebs' head slamming against the concrete ground causing dots of black to dull his vision. He groaned as the glock was forced from his hand, his wrists held tightly over his head as the mechanic used his body to hold him down on the ground.

''What the hell's going on!?'' someone suddenly exclaimed followed by the approach of several men, all wearing kuttes as they looked between the mechanic and the teenage boy. The glock laid only a few inches to the side, a man with raven curls picked it up before handing it over to their President.

''He's the son of that woman who got murdered last night,'' the mechanic explained keeping his eyes down on the teenage boy, ''He said it was we who killed her.''

''Jesus Christ, Caleb!'' a familiar voice suddenly exclaimed and they all looked towards the approaching Chief as he hurried towards the scene, they all moved aside to let him through. Caleb glared at the mechanic as he rubbed at his sparting head, Chief Unser quickly stepped between them as he looked the kid over for any other injuries.

''You know this kid?'' the president asked, eying the duo with a raised brow. Now when the glock was out of the way the tension had gone down, they could easily handle an unarmed fifteen-year-old.

Sighing, Unser gripped Calebs' upper arm as he rose to his feet to face the bikers who were all awaiting an explanation, ''I tried to call but there was no answer, there's something I need to confess. I've kept it a secret under the request of his mother but now that she's dead, I have no choice but to break my promise.''

He'd turned his gaze to the blonde biker, the patch Vice President on his kutte. The Chief hesitate to make Caleb roll his eyes. The man waited patiently for the old man to finish but another man stepped forth, he was on the bigger side with an oxygen tank hanging from a seemingly old leather band. He looked at Caleb, slowly stepping forward until he stood in front of the teen. His eyes slowly roamed over his features, ''It's like seeing an old ghost.''

''You know this kid, Piney?'' the blonde asked, confused as he noted the gleam in the old biker's eyes as he looked at the young male.

He chuckled, Caleb frowned as the man named Piney looked towards the VP, ''I knew his father.''

''He's your half-brother,'' the Chief explained, the blond biker looked at him as if he was telling a bad joke but the Chief was dead serious.