A/N:
Hello Cute-one's, Thank you for the follows and the favorite. I know it's a little slow but I hope it'll pick up soon. A heads up: SOA is not made by Disney. ;)
Disclaimer- I don't own anything. If I did you could all watch it on primetime TV and I would be called Kurt Sutter.
Making a short stop for some fuel and a quick snooze, it had taken them 2 days to get to Charming. Jack couldn't wait to get away from the leering eyes of Frankie. The guy gave her creeps. Though she wasn't going to complain out loud after Quinn's Carter had packed and moved her entire apartment from state to state.
When the Teller-Morrow lot came into view and she instantly felt like a child coming home after her first year in college. Though in reality it had been a little less than 10 years and shot bi-yearly visits with Donna and Opie didn't really count. Lets face it Gemma was going to rip her a new one.
Slowing down they rolled up to the lot stopping just short of Gates next to Quinn. She looked over and he gave her a short nod.
"Now don't go causing too much trouble. I don't want to have to call Lenny and explain that you got yourself shot or worse." He looked serious and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Yeah, yeah, Best behavior. I get it."
"I mean it Cheeky. No shady business."
"Si papi." Receiving an annoyed glare from the big biker next to her.
He lightly punched her in the arm mumbling a quick 'Shut the fuck up.' before pulling her into a one-armed hug that felt more like a chokehold.
"Anything happens you call me." She nodded to the best of her abilities and he let her go handing her a small burner cell, which she accepted smiling lightly.
"You worry too much Rain." She said looking back at the lot with mixed feelings.
"It's not like I have a fucking have a choice." He grunted, handing her the duffel bag "Now get a move on."
Rolling up to the clubhouse she saw heads turn. Screw Quinn for ditching her and leaving her with fucking Frankie and his leery eyes. Pulling off her helmet her hair fell around her shoulders. Sweet relief she thought as she shook it out and got off of her bob.
"Frankie, you know I love you doll but fucking pull a stunt and I'll put a cap in that thick skull of yours." Sending a sugary sweet smile his way she lifted her luggage and walked into the bar without waiting for a reply.
"Oh I am counting on it darling." She heard him call after her as the door closed behind her.
The bar fell eerily silent. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Jack grunted and through the bag to the floor making it land with a loud thud.
"Where does a girl get a tequila and proper welcome home around here?" She lifted her sunglasses and propped them on top of her head scanning the bar. The sound of shattering glass caught her attention but before she could turn she was enveloped by the heavy smell of cigarettes and booze nearly choking the life out of her.
"Sweetheart what the fuck are you… how… WHO THE FUCK DO I HAVE TO KILL!? HUH!?" She pushed into Piney's huge chest desperate for some air. What was it with big men choking her today? She could see the men in the bar shrink back or divert their looks somewhere other than at her.
"No one old man. Calm the fuck down." He grunted at her, head red and looking ready to pop.
"Let's break out the Tequila and talk." She pushed him back towards the bar.
She didn't know any of the men that where currently in the bar. Where the others at church? But Piney…
A glass was smacked onto the bar in front of her and golden liquid soon followed. She sat down and downed the first shot.
"Not that I am not happy to see you baby girl but why the fuck did you just pop in unannounced?" He took a shot himself and refilled their glasses.
"So Lenny didn't let anyone know I was coming?" He shook his head and her eyebrows raised in surprise. "I didn't come alone though, Frankie Diamonds should be around here somewhere. Quinn made sure I got home just fine."
Piney grunted and gave a curt nod downing another shot. "Quinn's a good man."
She snorted, looking at her glass. "Yeah, yeah."
A comfortable silence settled between them and the door behind her swung open hitting the wall. She turned and saw Jax and Opie strut into the bar speaking in hushed tones.
"Hey what's cookin' good lookin'!? "
They both froze and looked at her before the latter barreled over to her scanning her for what she presumed where any injuries. She internally rolled her eyes. They always expected the worst.
"I am fine big guy." She said handing him her shot glass. He probably needed it more than she did.
Jax strolled over and pulled her into a hug.
"It's good to see you princess." She eyed him and shook her head.
"You knew and you didn't tell him. You son of a bitch."
He chuckled and nodded "Don't let Gemma hear you call her that."
A gruff laugh was heard from behind them "Well it's the truth is it not?"
She grinned and got up walking towards the man who was like an uncle to her.
Clay was standing tall and proud next to a slimy looking Frankie who'm she decided to ignore. She could always rearrange his face later for the looks he had sent her over the last few days.
"Welcome home princess." He pulled her into a short hug and patted her back pushing her towards church.
"Come on let's talk." Nodding she quickly followed the imposing man towards the back room. Gaining questionable glances from some of the patrons and the patches she didn't know.
She was not quite home yet.