1 month later
"That surgery last night went amazing, you really are talented," Margaret Murphy came up beside me while I finished my last chart. I had started working at the hospital about two weeks ago, after inspection of the folder Brogan had given me there conveniently were work visas included for 4 countries.
"I'm alright," I smiled at her and handed the nurse beside me the chart, "I'm heading home," I informed the hospital administrator.
"Of course, thank you for coming in last night on such short notice," she nodded at me before walking away with the nurse. I went and picked my things up from the office Tara and I were sharing before starting towards the staff parking lot. I had been using Gemma's black SUV since she was on house arrest, a California drivers license was also a perk of the folder, it seemed there wasn't much that the IRA hadn't thought of. I quickly checked the cell phone that Chibs had given me before he left two nights ago; He didn't give me to much information on where he, Opie, and Kozik were going but but I knew it had something to do with the Irish, I had been helping out with paperwork at Teller Morrow and had over heard them talking. After seeing nothing new was on the phone I pulled onto the street and towards the garage. It had taken me a few weeks to remember where things were in the town but now I could do it in my sleep; I was pretty sure I had a few times when I was called to surgery in the middle of the night. The boys bikes still weren't back when I pulled into the parking lot, it caused some nerves to run through my body knowing they had been gone this long, but it mostly caused relief, things between Chibs and I had been strange, we were riding that fine line of not knowing exactly what was going on. We were still fooling around but it was different than it had been before, he was taking care of all the club business and I was trying to keep track of everything else.
I got into Gemma's office only to see Piney sitting behind the desk.
"Any word from the guys?" I asked setting into our daily routine.
"Kozik called, they are okay," that was all the information he was going to give, he was old school reaper, he didn't think women should know anything about club life.
"Good," I started sorting through the fax's that had come through since I was gone.
"You look more like her everyday," I looked over and Piney was staring at me like I was a ghost.
"Yah tell me that everyday Piney," I huffed without looking at the older man. No matter how many times I pushed to get information on my mom he wouldn't give me anything I needed. All he would say is that she and Clay were in love and shit got twisted. Nothing more and nothing less every time.
"She was strong," he muttered, "Smart mouthed, something you have seemed to pick up from her."
"We've got a couple of repos that need to be picked up," I flopped the papers down in front of him, "Can you make sure the prospects get it done?"
"Can do, why don't you go get some sleep, I heard you leave this morning,"
"I've got things to do,"
"You were much calmer when Chibs was around, there a reason for that?" Piney gave me a look only an old man could do.
"For someone that doesn't share shit you're noisy," I smirked at him. "I'm going to get a shower, you know how to find me,"
"Fin," a knock on the door jumped me out of my afternoon nap.
"Aye," I yelled to the shut door recognizing the voice.
"Sorry, I didn't know you were asleep," Tara said taking in the sight of me laying across the bed.
"It's fine, how is Jax doing?" I asked knowing she was going to visit him today.
"Fine," she sat beside me on the bed.
"Where is Abel?" I questioned, I knew she didn't go too many places without him.
"Lyla is watching him today, I'm heading to work after this," she started digging in her purse, "I've had these since Jax went to jail, I have been fighting with myself on giving them to you as well, but I know you need to see them," she pulled out a stack of papers and passed them to me.
"What are they?" I gave her a confused look.
"Maureen Ashby sent them home in Jax's bag for him," I looked down at the letters, they were old and the ink was sort of smudgy like they had been folded and unfolded many times. "They are letters from John Teller to her,"
"Why do I need to read them?" I asked her still lost.
"There are some things about your mom," she nodded her head. "Some things about Gemma and Clay," she took a deep breath, "Things I can't know alone,"
"Are you serious?" I quickly looked at her and could tell by her face she was, something in the letters had really rocked her world.
"Very," she nodded her head before standing up, "Read the one on the top first," she didn't say anything else just walked out of the room.
I wasn't sure what else to do but pick up the letter Tara told me to read and start.
My Dearest Moe,
Today I had to choose between what is right and what is easy, something you know I struggle with daily. Today Kelley Fisher, Gemma's best friend approached me, with cuts on her face and a black eye, something a woman that beautiful on the inside and out should never wear. I knew the moment I saw her that those marks came from my V.P. Clay Morrow was beating his girlfriend again, Something we had looked over the other times Kelley had shown the signs. We always knew that Clay was rough with her but we also saw the way she looked at him, she was so in love that we looked over it. She grabbed me at the club house after Clay had left pulling me into our chapel, along with Piney Winston, my best friend. She informed us that she needed our help; she wanted out of Charming. This took both of us by shock, after all these years Kelley had never showed signs of leaving Clay. She asked me to take her along on one of the trips I took, even though she didn't know where I traveled to. We told her she didn't need to run, she could just leave; we wouldn't allow Clay to hurt her again. She argued and said he'd kill her if she left, even if it wasn't by his own hands. She also informed me of my wife and Clay who had been sleeping with each other for months, something I also had known. But since finding your love Maureen, I found I could care less about how Gemma kept warm at night. But what she said next took both of us in shock, she said it wasn't just her that she was trying to keep alive, she was 3 months pregnant with Clay's child and she would not allow it to grow up in the shadow of Clay's rage. It would have been easy to turn her down tell her that she could just leave again, but I looked at her, knowing she was carrying a life and knew I would do what it took to keep her safe. I remembered Kelley holding Thomas while he was sick, keeping Jax occupied the long hours at the hospital and knew I would take the hard road, sneak her out with me and deal with the repercussions from my brothers. Next time I see you Moe, I will not be alone and once again I must ask too much of you, I need you to keep Kelley Fisher safe with you in Ireland until she finds her own way. Know if I don't do this it will weigh heavily on my soul! I can't let a baby fall into the path of Clay Morrow.
I continue to count down the moments until I see you again, the moment when my hearts starts beating again.
Forever Yours,
John Teller
The letter enraged me, Clay Morrow had been beating my mum, I knew the reason she left was bad but I didn't know he had put his hands on her, visibly left marks. I grabbed the letter and started towards the garage.
"Why didn't you tell me?" I slammed the letter down on the desk Piney was sitting at.
"Tell you what?" Piney asked picking up the letter.
"That Clay used to beat the shit out of my MA!" I yelled not caring who was around.
"How do you know?" Piney snapped.
"The letter, from John Teller to Maureen Ashby, you were involved in helping her leave!"
"So what do you want from me darling?"
"The truth!" I slapped my hands on the desk, "I want the damn truth!"
Piney stood up and grabbed his oxygen tank, "You need to leave the past in the past," and he started for the door.
"She loved you! She used to tell me about you all the time!"
"And I loved her too," he turned back to me, "And that's why I didn't tell you, start you on this path, knowing the truth will do nothing but put you in the same place your mother left Charming from in the first place, on the other end of Clay's loaded gun," he turned and left.
I was back in my room reading the letters from JT when another knock banged on my door but this time they didn't wait for me to reply they just threw the door open, Chibs was standing in my doorway with a smile on his face but his eyes told on him, he was exhausted. I slid the pile of letters under my pillow hoping he wouldn't see.
"Your back!" I smiled at him in what I would like to think was a fake but I knew that wasn't true.
"Aye," he came into the room and pulled me up off the bed. "Yah miss me?" he questioned not waiting for a reply before he pulled me into a kiss.
"You've only been gone for a day," I smirked joking with him. I looked him up and down and noticed he didn't look too bad, the only signs of anything happening on him were some rips in his jeans and cuts on his knuckles.
"Come with me," he pulled me without me agreeing.
"Where are we going?" I questioned trying to keep up with his long legs pulling me down the hall.
"I'm taking you on a date,"
"Don't people usually ask when they want to take someone on a date?" I couldn't help but smile again.
"Not my style love," he stopped when we were in the hall beside the chapel and pulled down a ladder in the hall. "To the roof," he nodded his head at the ceiling, a trap door I had never noticed before. Once we were on top of the roof I followed him again to a blanket on the ground.
"You've got to be kidding me," he had candles lit up as well."What are you playing at?"
"Can't I take the lass I like to dinner?" I tried to play off what he said but it felt good, we had never ventured too far out of the bedroom together. We both sat down on the blanket, he was leaning against the ledge of the roof and he pulled me in between his legs so my back was to his stomach. 'Shite's been crazy lately, with the guys in jail,"
I nodded my head, completely content with not talking.
"I don't want you to think your just some lay to me, I just haven't had time to give you the attention you deserve,"
I turned my head to look at him. "I don't like attention," I assured him, "And I've been busy too, starting at the hospital and trying to keep the garage straight,"
"I know love, you're doing a great job,"
"At what? Being Gemma Teller or Maureen Ashby?" I laughed but I was being honest, I was doing my part in keeping SOA running and I wasn't sure why.
"No, at being Finley Fisher," he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
"What are you doing with the Irish?" the question ran out like vomit, "That's where you've been going right?"
"Guns," I quickly turned away from him, not believing that he told me what he had been up too.
"Jimmy is gone, they are still running guns through Cali?"
"Aye, O'Shay has taken over in Jimmy's place," I felt the hair rise on the back of my neck, I had heard of O'Shay through the years he was a high up member in the IRA, he was ruthless and had lots of people willing to die for him, not like the little boys Jimmy had working for him, but full blown IRA members on his pay roll.
"He is worse than Jimmy,"
"Aye," all he did was agree.
"Don't get on his bad side," a smirk spread on his face.
"Oh are you worried now?"
"No," I lied trying to get up only to have him hold me down.
"Sure love," he pulled me closer for what started as a kiss but ended up with us naked on the top of the club house.
AN: I don't own anything SOA. Let me know what you think! The next few chapters are going to be jumping forward in time while the guys are in jail. Are you love this or hating this? What do you think should happen next?