Looking around the large parking lot the first thing Adara noticed was the line of bikes. They varied in size, color and design. Blink as she slowly climbed out of the car. The second thing she noticed was the group of men standing at the garage opening on the other side of the lot. The group contained two younger males who looked to be just a few years older than herself. One with blond hair and the other with medium to dark brown, she couldn't tell which from this far away. Another had curly black and was standing next to a man who had short grayish-white. The older man had a cut on like her uncle. She guessed the other three, who wore mechanic shirts, also had matching cuts.
"Bubbala, you comin'?" She turned around to nodded. Walking around the car she came up to her uncle's side, who slipped his arm around her shoulders. "I see you spotted a couple of the guys." He added as they walked up towards the group.
She knew her uncle felt her tense the closer they got to the group of men. She knew he understood though. Bobby was the only man she didn't tense around after that night. Feeling her uncle give her a tight squeeze, they stopped two feet away from the small group. She watched as all five males nodded towards one another. It was the grayish white haired male that locked eyes with her first. Letting her eyes dropped she swept her gaze across the front of his kutt, President. So this is the big cheese, she thought. She raised her gaze back up slowly to meet his.
"That's Clay," he pointed to the President. She gave a tight small smile. "Jax and Opie," pointing to the blond and younger dark haired male before he pointed the last man, "And Tig." Adara sent them all the same tight small smile. "Brothers this is my niece, Adara Munson."
"Nice to meet ya sweetheart, Bobby ain't shut up about you." The blond held out his hand for her to shake. She slowly extended hers for a quick firm shake, before quickly pulling her hand back.
"I hope it wasn't all bad," she spoke softly but had a small teasing tone to her voice. "Dod likes to deny I get my rebellious streak from him."
Letting out a snort of laughter, "Bubbala you get all your bad habits from me." He smirked down at her before turning to look back at his brothers. Both Munson's noted the shock on the older man's faces. "What?" Bobby let his face twist into confusion.
"What the hell is bubbala?" Tig asked as he looked from uncle to niece and back again. "And since when can you speak another language?"
"Bubbala is a term of endearment, like darling, in Yiddish. Dod is Uncle in Hebrew," A tiny smile twisting at her lips as she answered.
"Jewish." Bobby pointed to himself and then Adara. "Required to learn that shit." He rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Come on. I'll show you the club house." Bobby shook his head as she let out a soft giggle. "No, Mickey ain't gonna jump out from behind a wall."
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The group watched as the pair walked off towards the bar. Clay watched as the young girl stayed glued to Bobby's side. She wasn't what they had been expecting. Ever since Bobby had gotten the call from his older sister they had been expecting a train wreck from the teenager. Looking over to his brother, he could tell Tig was thinking similar to him.
"I thought she'd be more messed up," Opie quipped as they watched the pair disappear into the building. "Bobby made it seem like she was on the verge of breakin'."
"That he did." Clay nodded confused like the rest of them.
"Yeah but didn't Bobby say his sister normally blow shit up?" Jax asked as he turned to go back to the car he had been working on. "She probably made Adara sound worse off than she really was." Jax tacked on after a beat or silence.
"Probably right," Clay stated a moment later. "Let Gemma figure that shit out though." Clay shook his head. "Woman thinks we'll freak the girl out worse."
Snorts were let out in response to Clay's statement.
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Looking at the wall of fame Adara grinned at her uncle's picture. His frizzy hair out and going in every direction. Turning she caught sight of an older woman leaning against the bar, a few seats down from where her uncle was standing. Her uncle was behind the bar pouring himself a drink already. Adara rolled her eyes as she moved away from the wall and towards one of the stools in front of the bar. Sliding onto the seat she tossed her uncle her most charming grin and nodded towards the beer he held in his hand.
"Like hell Dare. You're 16. You can wait a few years to start drinkin'," Bobby shook his head before gabbing his beer and moving around the counter. "That's Gemma," he pointed at the older who was a few seats down from her. "I'll be out side. Play nice girls," he added on as he opened the door and left.
Taking a small breath, she moved to look at the older woman. Tilting her head to the side she waited for the other to make the first move.
After a few moments of being silently observed Gemma nodded. "What color you thinkin' about for the room?" Gemma asked as she moved to take the seat next to the young girl.
Blinking in surprise Adara gaped at the other woman for a few seconds. "Umm, I-I haven't really given it much thought yet." She answered softly.
"Well figure that shit out before Saturday. The boys will be painting for us. Need to think about the bathroom too. Figure out the theme you want for that also." Gemma continued to observe the small girl quietly for a few moments.
The girl was small, probably about 5'2 at most in height. The bright emerald depths of her eyes seemed as if they could see into one's soul. Long dark brown wavy hair seemed to stop just a few inches below her shoulders. Slim waist was more pronounced in the semi tight black t-shirt she was wear. Her legs clad in light blue sweat pants, with matching flip-flops.
It was clear that the girl was still hurting. Still had fear speeding through her veins by the way she held herself. Gemma sat back as she watched the girl. Arms wrapped around her waist. Head tilted downward, not enough that she couldn't look at you but enough so she could easily avoid making contact if she wanted. Everything, and Gemma did mean everything, about the girl screamed pain. But the steel in her eyes showed a strength that was etched into the girl that was hidden beneath defense tactics.
"How was the drive?" Gemma asked after she was done studying the young girl. She slide off her stool as she asked and began moving around the bar counter.
"It was alright. It was," Adara paused for a few seconds. "It was nice not to be treated like I was gonna break every five freakin' seconds." Leaning onto the counter she looked over to the wall for a few seconds before looking back at Gemma. "Can I have a drink?" she asked softly.
"Course baby, coke alright?" Gemma asked as she grabbed a can from the cooler that was back there. Setting the can down in front of her, Gemma reached back and grabbed a can for her own self as well. "So who have you met so far?" Gemma asked as she moved around the bar again. Walking over to one of the tables, she took a seat. "Come sit over here baby." She nodded to the seat across from her.
Adara slid off the stool before quickly taking the seat across from Gemma. "Tig, Jax, Opie and Clay," she answered softly.
Gemma nodded before opening her can of soda as well.
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Bobby sighed as he made his way back over to his brother's. He noted that Chibs and Piney seemed to have joined them now too. Walking at a sedate pace, trying to get a grip on the things floating around in his head. He was thankful that Adara hadn't freaked out when Jax had extended his hand. Though tense she didn't seem to be overly afraid of them. She just seemed to be cautious. Letting out a sigh as he joined the group that was now surrounding the car Jax's was working on.
"Bobby," Clay called out in form of greeting. "How ya holdin' up?" asking the question that floated through all their minds.
"'bout as well as anyone can expect. Girl's a bundle of emotions and ain't lettin' any out." Bobby answered as he leaned against the trunk of the four door sedan. "Her mother had me thinkin' I was gonna have to lock up all the silverware in my house." He added with a roll of his eyes.
"So she ain't that bad?" Tig asked as he wiped his hands on a rag before stuffing it into his back pocket.
"She's bad but she ain't gonna off herself," Bobby smiled somewhat relived by announcement that. "She's twitchy around males but not so much that she'll freak out on y'all. Quieter than she used to be."
"That's to be expected though, ain't it?" Jax asked as he looked up from under the hood.
"Yeah it is. Doctor's tell me she's likely to have break downs if she keeps it all bottled up. I told her to talk to Gemma or me. Hell if she got bad told her to grab one of you and talk. Just want her to be able to put this shit behind her one day." Bring a hand up to scrub at his face Bobby let out a sigh. "Don't want her permanently broken by this shit."
"We understand brother. We're here for you, for you both. You need anything, you let us know. Same goes for that girl. She's family. We look out for each other," Clay stated after a moment.
"Appreciate it brothers." Bobby nodded to each of them.
"Well shite. I wanna met ta lass," Chibs announced after a few moments of silence. "She in ta bar?" He turned asking Bobby.
Bobby nodded. "Talkin' to Gemma; I figured give them a minute to talk."
"Give them a few more minutes," Clay stated with finality in his tone. "God knows Gemma will have our heads if we mess up her attempts to put that girl at easy with her."
No one could argue that point with him. His only answer was laughter and really it was the only one he had expected to get.
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After finishing the car he had been working on Jax and the guys made their way into the club house. What they were presented with was something they had never seen before. Gemma was doubled over, tears slipping from her eyes and a deep laughter tumbling from her lips. Freezing they watched as this continued for a few moments before the older woman collected herself.
"Oh baby girl. You're gonna get along with Tig." Gemma happily commented after calming herself down. The older woman flicked her eyes to the group of men that stood a few feet from their table. "Hey baby," Gemma called to Clay who was the first to recover. Walking over he planted a kiss on his wife's lips before smiling softly at Adara.
"Why is she gonna get along with Tig?" Clay asked as he took the seat on the left side of his wife. Bobby grabbed the seat in between Gemma and Adara across from Clay. The rest of the guys took various seats around the table, but no one sat near the small girl who tensed up as they sat around.
"She tellin' you about the pill incident?" Bobby asked as he stole his niece's soda. "Ow," Bobby rubbed at his shoulder. "What?"
"If I can't steel your beer you can't steal my soda." Adara rolled her eyes as she answered. "And no I didn't."
"Pill incident?" Gemma asked raising her eyebrows to look between uncle and niece. "You'll have to tell me that some time baby girl." Gemma let a smile twist at her lips as she turned to look at Clay for a moment before turning to Bobby. "She was just telling me about the carrot cake."
Letting out a snort of amusement Bobby shook his head. "Girl plays dirt," he stated with pride.
"Cake?" Tig asked from the left side of Clay. His face was lit up with excitement. "What did you do to the cake and why would it make you my best friend?"
Adara rolled her eyes before smiling softly at the older man. "It was all Eli's fault. My stupid cousin, ratted me out to my father. He got what was coming to him," she answered with a small shrug.
"Wha' he rat ye out a'out?" Chibs asked as he and Tig leaned forward in their seats. "An' whose cake was it?" He tacked on after a second.
"There was a huge concert that my parents forbid me to go to," she started with a roll of her eyes. "It was a rock concert and it's not like I'm a moron and don't know." Everyone watched as she froze for a few moments before collecting herself. "I went with a group of friends. I knew they wouldn't let shit happen to me. They'd met dod just a couple weeks before when he had come up for a gig."
"Well stupid Eli," She scoffed as she said his name. "Saw me with Damien. Told my parents I had snuck out to go get trashed and sleep with the resident bad boy of our school. I was grounded for the entire summer. So for pay back I backed Eli's favorite carrot cake." They all watched as her eyes seemed to bubble with excitement and her lips twisted into a feral like grin. "I made sure everyone in the family got a piece. Except my Savta, I couldn't let Savta go through something like that. After they ate it Eli mentioned that something tasted different. So I listed the ingredients." Pausing for a moment they simply stared at her, as they waited for her to continue. "I still don't know why everyone rushed to the bathroom when I mention it had laxative mixed into it." Everyone broke out into deep laughter after she finished.
"Savta?" Jax asked, being the first to recover from his laughter.
"It's Hebrew for grandmother. She's the only besides dod that understands I don't want to grow up and be like my mother," Adara answered with a soft smile tinged with sadness.
Tig turned to look at the young girl. "I think you might be my new best friend midget." Standing up, Tig walked over to the bar to grab himself a drink. "Hey mommy what's for lunch?" Tig asked as he opened his beer.
Gemma rolled her eyes at the man's antics. "Okay with the diner?" Gemma asked as she stood up. "Come on baby. You can come with me to get food."
Bobby shook his head as Adara jumped up looking excited. "Don't get too much Dare."
"Too much?" Tig asked as he watched the small girl hold her hand out to Bobby.
"Dare can out eat most of us on a bad day," Bobby answered as he pulled out his wallet, he handed the small girl a few bills. "And on a good day she could out eat all of us. It's why she gets affectionately called the bottomless pit."
"It's not my fault I have a rapid metabolism," Adara grinned as she slipped the money into the left pocket of her sweat pants.
"Yeah, yeah, go on." Bobby waved his hand towards Gemma who had grabbed her bag and had moved towards the exit. "Don't eat it all on the way back Dare." Bobby called before the women disappeared behind the closing door.
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Translations:: dod ~ Uncle, Hebrew.
Savta - Grandmother, Hebrew.
bubbala ~ A term of endearment, darling, Yiddish.
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Reviews are welcomed. This is starting a few years before the start of season 1. I own nothing, but it'd be totally awesome if I did. The show and the awesomeness attached to it belong to Kurt Sutter and the other awesome people who created and work on it. Also if you note anything wrong with my usage or wording of Hebrew, please let me know. I think I'm using it right, but if on the off chance I'm not I'd very much like to correct it. And I don't mean to offend anyone either by doing so. Have a great day or night and thanks for reading.