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My Mother

Wings awoke to a banging on her door; she fell out of bed, and made her way towards the direction the hellish noise was coming from. She opened the door, only to find the prospect on the other side; she guessed he was the only one without a key.
_''Morning'' she said sleepily, as she leaned onto the frame of the door.
_''Morning...'' The nine-teen year old choked out, as he gazed up and down her body. She went to bed in a pair of soft black mini shorts, and a skin gripping blue satin camisole. She didn't notice him; she was drowsy and was badly in need of a cup of coffee. She heard a noise come from behind him, a distinguishable Scottish accent; she smiled as she saw Chibs appear at her doorstep.
_''Mornin' lass, you going to invite us in?'' Chibs said, he was amazingly straightfoward, for ten o'clock in the morning. Wings stepped away from the door and let the two men in, her smile vibrant.
Chibs walked in and pulled out a chair, he slumped down easily, and then looked up at Wings. She walked over to the coffee machine, and pressed the start button.
_''You seem comfy'' she commented, as the smell of fresh coffee filled the room. Chibs laughed,
_''I had to drag your dad away from your mom, one too many times. Your mom always insisted I stayed for coffee.'' Wings smiled, this was the first time, any of the guys had actually talked about her mom, let alone reminisce Chibs pulled the prospect by his shoulder, and sat him down _''C'mon boy, no need to be shy'' he said.
_''So...whad'ya need?'' The blue haired stunner asked, as she pulled out a couple of mugs from the cupboard. Chibs chuckled _''Do we need something, just to come and visit you?''.
_''Nah, just wondered why you didn't call before you set off.''
_''Well, that's why we're here''
_''Huh?'' she asked, as she placed two cups of coffee on the table, and one in her hand.
Chibs pulled something out of his pocket _''This is yours'' he said, placing the pre-paid on the table.
Wings shrugged _''I already have one''
_''This one's for club shit''
She raised her eye-brows,
He sighed _''Happy told me, to give it to you''
She smiled _''Okay then'' she picked the phone up, and put it in the small bowl next to the door.

Happy had been back for three days, and he seemed to be in an alright mood, although she hadn't seen him since last night.
_''He alright?'' she asked Chibs, as she looked towards the prospect. Chibs smirked, _''I think he'd be better, if you didn't have your mother's legs'' he said, and took a sip of his coffee.
_''My mother's legs?''
_''Their never ending, darling.''
_''Ohh, thanks'' she smiled. The way Gemma had told her about her mother, Wings swore the woman was a descendant of Aphrodite. Her long flaming red her, her deep blue eyes, her flawless pale skin, and her freckles. There was always, her freckles.
As they talked, Chibs told her about her about her mother's cooking, habits, hair, eyes, voice, and talents. The woman had a lot of talents, one being singing, another being photography. Wings remembered a box in the basement, probably full of black and white photos, her mother's photos. She had inherited her mother's voice, or so Chibs told her.

Juice looked up into the clear blue sky, waiting for something, waiting for her. And then he heard it, the sound of an approaching Harley. As she entered the lot, white wings on either side of her bike shone in the midday sun. He walked over to her, he had made sure nobody was watching, so he felt what he was about to do was safe. She dismounted, watching him walk over to her, his expression unbelievably cool underneath his dark sunglasses. He had a confidence in him that was pure outlaw; it showed itself in the way he wore his low waited black jeans, a steel chain looped along their side. It clinked as he neared her; she took of her helmet and leaned against her bike, making herself seem as calm as hell. Juice stopped just inches away from her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. He pulled away and placed his forehead on hers, her eyes slowly opened, giving way to deep oceans of blue, he stared into them wondering what was going on behind them.

_''G'day'' she said in a fake Australian accent, he chuckled _''You been reading Tank-Girl?'' he asked, sarcastically. She smiled as her hands found the back of his neck, softly stroking the freshly shaven skin, she placed her lips on his and they slowly sank into each other. They moved in-sync, until they finally needed to come up for breath, as they stood there embracing they heard a door squeak. They immediately pulled apart, and Juice leaned on the side of the bike next to her, Happy walked out of the clubhouse and looked directly at Wings. He placed a hand over his eyes to block the sun,
_''You comin in, girl?'' He shouted over the lot, Wings pulled her fingers through her hair.
_''Yeah, just gimme a sec!'' She shouted back, she was slightly startled by the bald bastard.
_''You better, or you'll burn!' he meant this in a literal sense; she had very pale skin, and had forgot to put on sun cream.
Juice watched this interaction with interest, pondering over a couple of questions in his mind. _''Why'd he just do that?'' he asked the girl next to him, out of pure curiosity, this wasn't typical behavior for Hap.
She shrugged _''You tell me, he never oust to talk''
_''He never started, in the first place''
She smiled _''Guess I'm an acceptation.''

_''Hey Tye!'' Tyler lifted his head up, Tig was calling him from across the bar, Tyler ran over to the man.
_''Yeah?'' he asked, slightly shifting his stance, Tig sighed.
_''You see Wings around?''
Tyler shrugged _''Not since, this morning'' he answered, Tig sighed again, then looked at Happy sitting in the corner of the room, nursing a cup of coffee.
_''Hey Killer!'' Tig shouted over the clubhouse floor, Happy lifted his head up, then looked in Tig's direction. _''You see Wings today?'' he asked, Happy shook his head from side to side. There was silence for a couple of minutes, it was then interrupted by the sound of a bike that was slowly becoming very familiar. Happy had a very small smirk appear on the unseen side of his face, he took a sip of his coffee and slowly made his way towards the front door.

_''You OK?'' Happy asked Wings, he was getting slightly worried about her, she had been looking out the window for the last half hour, still and as calm as hell. Wings shook her head from side to side, she didn't speak, and this was even more worrying to Happy. He waited a minute, for a more insightful response, once he didn't get one he touched her shoulder, she shrugged it off. Out of desperation, he took her hand into his, this made her look at him.
_''I don't know'' she said, Happy sighed
_''Know what?'' he asked,
_''How I can do, this'' she was referring to what she had to do that night, she had to execute a rat from Virginia. He had been running from state to state, for the last couple of months, but eventually the Sons got him. They always got what they wanted, whatever the cost was, they got it.
It was sort of going to be, her...initiation. In a way. Although she had killed before,- four times to be exact-, she couldn't wrap her head around, how; she didn't feel anything, once she pulled the trigger. And tonight, even if she didn't want it, she was going to officially become the clubs newest assassin.
_''How?'' she repeated to Happy, he didn't answer but instead, he picked up her other hand and placed it inside his. He let out a sigh.
_''There's only a few of us, just enough. Don't ask why, you will never get an answer,'' Wings blinked, this didn't sound like Happy, this sounded like something...Steve would say. She threw the thought of the blond haired boy out of her mind, and concentrated on Happy, and his ink.
_''Can you give me my reaper tonight? please Hap, I need it'' Happy nodded quietly,
_''After you've done, what Clay wants''
_''Thanks''

Tyler listened, he listened to the quiet air very eagerly, he was awaiting to hear the shot. But he didn't. He guessed he would, but he didn't.

Jax picked up the small, white piece of fabric, he stroked it in his hand ''MEN OF MEYHEM'' the tag said. It was a tiny bit smaller than his own, because it was made for a smaller cut. Tonight, Wings was finally, going to earn her colors. He walked into the Chapel, and sat down next to his stepfather. After they finished their immediate business, Clay called Wings over to his side, she obeyed his order like a good son. Jax fished out the badge, and handed it over to her. She read the words then looked at him, he looked at her and smiled, she smiled back, then started laughing. Bobby got up, and took the cut of her shoulders, and the badge out of her hands,
_''It'll be done, by the time you need to get home'' he said, Wings hugged him _''Thanks'' she said, her voice happy. She let go, then hugged Jax,
_''Thank you so much'' She repeated, Jax smiled,
_''I know how much, acceptance means to you'' Wings laughed,
_''Not that much, but it feels fantastic when you finally get it''

That night, the blue haired rebel laid in bed. The customized Reaper tattoo, embellished on her arm, shined with pride and glory. She had always wanted somewhere where she belonged, and she had known before she joined, that one of the things the Sons offered. Was, total and complete acceptance, of the person you really are, and they love that person, they loved the real you. And now she loved them, she loved her life, she loved the life, she was no longer the suicidal teenage girl that wished for a home. She now had a home, a family, bothers, a father, and even a lover...

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