Family of Crow

by littlecharmingtown

Known as 'Baby Girl' to most of the members of the club, the daughter to Clay Morrow the president of Sons of Anarchy, her mother the queen of SAMCRO Gemma Teller-Morrow. Faye Rose Morrow grew up in the club alongside her older brother, Jackson Teller. However, she doesn't have much interest in the club as her brother, but she gets mixed in due to her birthright.

14. Chapter 14

The tune of the radio was rather hushed as the two hour drive seemed to be coming to an end as she grew closer to her hometown. Instead of blasting her favorite bands as she did on her way to Fresno, she kept the volume low as her thoughts seemed to be screaming at her on it's own. She could only hear her mother's voice in the back of her mind, telling her of the fighting that went on between her brother and father while she was gone. She wasn't given a reason behind how it turned physical, but she didn't need one seeing as how the animosity between the two had reached an all time high. Which only made her anxious to get home and see it for herself.

When saying her goodbyes in Fresno, Faye struggled to look Josie in the eyes knowing they wouldn't see each other for a while, but she promised to call her after her home settled down. Nora and Dan both promised Faye a place to stay if she ever needed to come back to Fresno and with a hug goodbye, they sent Faye on the road, Dan road behind her until she hit the city limits, once she did he turned back.

Driving back home left Faye with her own thoughts, she debated on whether or not to stay with her mother and father; seeing as she'd already been almost kicked out, she didn't know if her father would welcome her back with open arms. She wondered if he would even care that she was back home, seeing as the last time she'd seen him Faye outed his dirty secrets out in front of the club.

The love she held for her father was deep and rooted from a happy childhood, but the pain of the club life caught up with the president and his daughter's relationship. It was the reason she ran-away in the first place. She was a daddy's girl from the moment she was born and when Faye was old enough, she wanted to be wherever he was and doing whatever he was doing, including being covered in grease or being around the pool table watching them shoot. Even as a six year old Faye wasn't even up to his waist and would trail close behind his big steps.

Her tween years were mostly spent with Gemma as her father went away for almost a year in prison and when Clay came home, she was a thirteen year old girl; she was developing into a woman with learning about her period and having her moody stage. Clay gave her that space, but struggled to deal with her attitude which is why he mostly stayed quiet and let Gemma deal with that.

Things got better once Faye got over that stage of moody early teen years and soon enough, she was sixteen and back to her old self. She tagged along with her father as if she was six years old again, that time he taught her gun safety rather than changing oil. Her father was the reason she was such a good shot in the first place, he taught her.

How had it gotten this bad?

She didn't understand it either, but she knew from the moment Donna's death happened Clay feared the same would've happened to her. His control took over and that's when she pushed him away, the Cherry situation only added fuel to the fire. He was always protective, but he was never as controlling as he was the past few months. It broke her heart knowing he feared the worst could happen to her, but she didn't want that fear to keep her from living the life she wanted.

Which she had gotten a taste of over the past two weeks time, she actually felt as if she was living a life without the patch of her father on her. No one knew who she was, especially Rhett. That was one thing she hated about leaving, she'd told him she would be there when he gets back to Fresno, but she would be missing by next weeks time. She was back to reality, but she had a feeling he wouldn't creep back into her life. With her luck anyway.

The sight of the 'Welcome to Charming' sign was a clear reality check that she was back home, driving the familiar roads rather slower than usual. She was taking her time to head to the clubhouse, but as she did that nothing seemed to have changed which wasn't a surprise to her. Everything was the exact same, even the damn dirt on the street signs.

The sight of the garage as she pulled in caused her heart to skip a beat, almost making her head spin when she put the car in park and sat there for a second. She was contemplating getting out, but with a few deep breaths Faye turned off her jeep and jumped out the driver seat. Her sunglasses covered up her wandering eyes as she looked around the lot, none of the guys were hanging around outside, which left her questioning where they were. It was around four a'clock they had to have been out and with her luck, she could only hope.

"Like I never left," Faye whispered under her breath nervously chewing on her inner cheek, her black leather booties scratched the concrete as she made her way closer to the office. She caught sight of her mother through the doorway and paused in the middle of the lot. Gemma was sitting at the desk staring at the papers gathered in front of her with a joint in hand; Faye knew her mother smoked any given time, but she used a little more when her stress was high. "Shit."

Gemma knew her daughter was due to arrive soon and with that she lit up a joint and took a seat in hopes of easing her nerves. The joint was interlocked between her fingers as she took a hit before exhaling the smoke, a carefree look in her eyes as the man in the garage caught the scent coming from the office. Which left her rolling her eyes and letting the effects of the weed settle in. She hadn't let anyone in on the fact that Faye was coming home, she wouldn't do that until her ass was back on the lot. Her deep brown eyes traveled outside to catch a young woman staring with a look of concern, which caused Gemma to do a double take with her questionable gaze.

It wasn't until she fixed her eyes on the young woman that she noticed it was her daughter standing in the doorway and not some stranger. Gemma rolled the office chair back as the sight of her daughter and with shaky legs she made her way to the door, catching her familiar smile the closer she got. Faye sure had changed in a matter of two weeks and it didn't surprise Gemma one bit, her eyes shifted to the cleavage her daughter showed off, the lace trim of bra edging low cut tank of hers.

At first Faye was hesitant to act first, but the second her mother stepped closer, there wasn't anything holding her back. She stepped into the doorway and wrapped her arms around her mother, holding onto her tightly as the scent of her perfume caused her to laugh with joy. She'd missed her, Faye just hadn't realized how much until now. The sniffle that came from Gemma didn't go unnoticed as Faye pulled away from the embrace, soon wiping away the tears that had fallen from her mothers cheeks.

"Oh, stop it. Don't fuss over me." Gemma muttered attempting to whack her hands away in hopes of attention not being drawn onto them. "I'm fine... just fine," She caught the small chuckle that came from her daughter and admired the young woman. She raised her hand and ran her fingers along Faye's cheek, the light brush of makeup under her fingers. "Especially now that you're here."

Faye chuckled as her mother seemed to brush away the awkward tension that loomed over the lot. "It still looks that same, that's for damn sure."

"Charming's never gonna change, baby. Not by a long shot." Gemma let her eyes wander downward seeing little clothing her daughter wore; the tight jeans hugging her curves perfectly, a slightly revealing maroon top showing off more cleavage along with the lace straps of her bra underneath. "... what's with the tits being out?"

Faye's cheeks turned pink as her mother drew attention to the new outfit of hers, she bit her bottom lip to keep herself from smirking in pride. "You would wear this." She looked at her mother's outfit and almost scoffed at the ensemble she wore, "What's with your tits being out?"

Gemma wore a long sleeve black lace top that revealed her bra underneath, the tight jeans hugging her hips with a silver chained belt wrapped around her waistline. She snickered raising her hand to snatch the sunglasses off the bridge of her daughter's nose, Faye's dark brown eyes meeting hers. "Don't be a smart-ass." She whispered to her before wrapping an arm around her daughter's shoulders to draw her close. "C'mon... let's get you inside before the boys get back."

Faye felt comfort in her mother's touch, which left her following inside office. She was hit by the scent of burnt coffee and gasoline filling her nostrils and that was enough of a reminder that she was back home. Faye took a seat by the window as Gemma took her seat behind the desk, snatching the joint from the ashtray and burning it out. "Where's Jax?"

"He's out at CaraCara with a few of the guys, drama going on with a rival of Luann's. Just trying to clear it up." Gemma wrinkled her nose at the scent of weed aroma in the air, "He should be here soon... Tara as well, said she'd bring Abel."

"Good, I've missed that little guy more than anyone." Faye was on the edge of her seat now at hearing her nephew would be arriving soon, but the thought of seeing her father crawled into the back of her mind, ruining the excitement. "What about Dad?"

"He was out with Tig, running errands." Gemma left her reply simple when it came to Clay, now snatching the burner from the desk and with a small toss scnet it flying into Faye's lap. "Here, I charged up your phone. Thought you'd want to let Josie know you're back in Charming." She watched as Faye was quick to take her phone back with a 'thank you' and quickly flip open the screen.

Faye flipped open the screen to see she had a few texts left unread, but the second an unfamiliar number came up in her inbox she selected to read it first. 'I won.' was left in the new message and immediately she knew who the stranger was. A certain NOMAD seemed to have stood by his word when he won her number with the game of darts. She left her reply blank, for the moment.

While Faye was texting on her phone Gemma couldn't help but notice just how mature her daughter appeared. It wasn't just the outfit or the make up on her face. The natural makeup was a little more dramatic than Gemma had seen on her, the eye makeup a darker shade of brown than usual, her lips were glossy from the lipgloss that had a red pigment and her wavy locks draped over her shoulders.

In two weeks her daughter changed from the teenager and had become a woman, she was witnessing for herself and it scared Gemma shitless. While physically Gemma was reminded of the similarities she shared with her child, it was the fiery look she had in her eyes that brought her back to the runaway Maddox girl, who'd left Charming with a vengeance to escape her parents.

"... you look grown up."

Faye could feel the heavy gaze of her mothers eyes as she messed with her cell phone, hearing her speak made her close the flip phone and slip it into her back pocket. She connected her gaze with mothers eyes and chuckled lightly, hoping to find humor from the comment. "Um... I guess it's the makeup." She saw the stiff nod that her mother gave and fidgeted with the gold rings on her fingers, "I guess I should've worn something different when finally coming home."

"Your dad won't know what to do when he sees you, as for Jax... if you're lucky he's gonna throw a sweatshirt at you." Gemma shrugged her shoulders and tilted her head to the side, curiosity filling her eyes. "They'll just have to get used to it, that's for sure."

They certainly would have to get used to it, because Faye had no intention of covering up anything after learning to feel confident at the hands of Josie's help. She smiled at her mother and nervously began to bounce her knee at the mention of her father, knowing she would be seeing him soon set her on edge and with that came the anxious stomach ache.

"Take a deep breath, baby. You don't have to be nervous."

Her mothers words seemed easier than done as her fingers traced circles along her inner thigh, "I didn't come home for him." She whispered now holding back the tears with a turn of her head. "I just wanna know the truth... that's what I came home, for you."

Faye seemed to have set the tone as to why she was here for Gemma, but for the mother and wife she was Gemma had her reasons of calling her daughter home. She wanted peace in her family and her daughters homecoming would be the start of that beginning. While some topics we're left unsaid between the mother and daughter, Gemma ended the deep tone of conversation once she caught the cutlass pull in.

"You sure you wanna say that when the one you missed the most just got here?"

Tara Knowels was exhausted from the restless night of slumber her son endured, which in terms meant she did as well. She was craving an extra cup of coffee and once arriving to the clubhouse, intended on getting one for herself. She got herself out of the driver seat and got in the backseat to gather up Abel and the diaper bag, she heard the sound of heels scuffing the concrete and believed it was Gemma. She glanced over her shoulder to see a figure standing behind her, now holding the diaper bag out the car door in hopes she would take it and when she did Tara didn't question it.

"If you knew the night this boy gave me, you would be a happy grandma." She chuckled unbuckling the seatbelt of her sons carseat and scooping the little one up in her arms. "I swear, if I could pump coffee in my veins I would." Tara's tired eyes were heavy as she adjusted the baby beanie on his head, hoping he would fall back asleep to allow her to catch some sleep as well.

Faye darted out of the office as fast as her heels let her and the moment Tara hopped in the backseat to get Abel out, she stood by the car door waiting patiently. She watched as Tara held the baby bag out to her and stole a glance as well, but once she realized that the doctor thought she was Gemma she stayed quiet and snatched the baby bag tossing it over her shoulder.

Tara got out of the back of the cutlass with her son, who was still half asleep in her arms, she felt him curl into her chest, giving her the thought of rocking him to sleep once inside the clubhouse. "Ironic that he sleeps as much as..." She turned realizing it wasn't Gemma and when said her name and was almost in shock at seeing her Faye couldn't fight back the laugh. "Faye?"

"Hello to you too, Knowels. If you wanna catch some sleep I'd be happy to take him off your hands." She joked but not long before Tara used her free arm to draw the young woman close into a hug. "Damn... didn't know you missed me that much."

"I can't believe you're here. Your mother said-"

"I said she wasn't coming home for another week because I wasn't betting on her just yet." Gemma made her presence known by walking up behind the two girls as they were locked in embrace, "I asked her to come home this morning."

Tara stepped back from the hug with Abel still in her arms, waking up from the short nap he'd taken from the car ride here and she quickly adjusted Abel in her arms to hand him over to his aunt. "He's missed you, so he'll be glad to coo at you all day."

Faye could tell just how much growing up Abel had done in the past two weeks, his SAMCRO beanie still resting on his head while the jumper he wore matched perfectly. The sleepy eyes met hers as he began to wake up and she couldn't fight the joy bursting through her heart, feeling as he kicked out his legs and raised his arms above his head to stretch. She couldn't believe the little man was almost five months now, how could time have gone by so fast?

"Look at you, those blue eyes sure are cute." Faye whispered to Abel as she placed a kiss on his forehead, "I've missed you little man."

Tara stepped away from cutlass now closing the driver door as Gemma was quick to wrap an arm around her, giving her a hug as a greeting before hearing what Faye had said to her son. She smiled seeing the joy in the smile as she held Abel; it made her happy to know she was home and as the temptation grew to call Jax and inform him.

"Jax said he'd be here soon when I left the house." Tara whispered to Gemma. "I can take Abel back to-"

"No... it's okay, let's just get inside and get comfortable." Gemma placed a hand on her daughter's back now pushing her forward to walk ahead of her as they made their way inside the clubhouse.

Faye was seated on the couches with Abel lying in the crook of her legs, the car key teething toys in hand as she played with the cheerful baby as he cooed up at her and shook the keys with excitement. Her nephew had her full attention, even with the spit bubbles coming from his mouth couldn't get her to lose interest.

Tara and Gemma were watching from the bar with coffee mugs in hand as the cheerful baby's cooing carried out through the clubhouse. The exhaustion in Gemma didn't go unnoticed by the doctor, after enduring last nights screaming match, she'd been worried about the elder woman, knowing the fight she had on her hands today as well.

"You alright?"

"I'm fine, a lot of shit on my mind..." Gemma waved off Tara quickly, not wanting to answer any questions that could lead to what happened yesterday. "just happy she's finally home." Gemma watched over her daughter and grandson, she seemed unfazed by the rumbling of bikes coming from outside the clubhouse.

Tara had a feeling it had to have been Jax judging by the time passed since speaking to him; she stood up from the barstool and made her way to the door to greet whoever was here. She caught Jax and Happy making their way over towards the clubhouse, while Kozik and a few unfamiliar faces waited by the bikes and once seeing the smile on Jax's lips she let out a sight of relief and returned it.

"Hey babe," Jax caught Tara's waist with his arm drawing her close to place a kiss on her lips, "Sorry I had to leave this morning, this shit doing down with Luann has gotten worse." He heard Happy scoff behind him and rolled his eyes, "If I knew drama came with owning a porn business, I would've never done it."

Tara raised an eyebrow at Jax's retrospect and raised a brow, "I could've told you that, but I kept my comments to myself." She shifted her eyes to Happy and gave a smile to the newly SACMRO patch member. "It's good to see you, Happy."

Happy caught Tara's smile from under his sunglasses and nodded his head, "Good to see you too," He turned back to Jax and asked, "We've got enough NOMADS here to have them stay out at CaraCara to watch over shit. We can send them back? Keep it under control."

Jax's eyes traveled across the lot to the line of bikes lined up along the shipping back, Kozik was standing with a few of the NOMADS; he knew he could've sent them out to CaraCara, but he also knew that Bobby, Chibs, and Juice we're out there and that was enough SAMCRO could offer for now. He wanted enough protection here at the clubhouse with all the shit going down in town.

"Nah, let them stay here. We have enough to deal with in town, fresh eyes could be more use here then there." Jax shrugged his shoulders watched as Happy nodded his head, now backing away from him and his old lady to join the NOMADS. He turned back to Tara with a smile; he forgot about all the chaos the club brought the second he looked in her eyes. "Abel inside?" He stepped forward to make his way inside with Tara, but she placed a hand on his chest causing him to pause. "What's wrong?"

The pause in Jax was caused by her touch and she saw the worry strike his eyes. "Nothing's wrong... I just wanted to let you know that Faye's here. She's inside with Abel." She wasn't surprised as his arm released her waist and he left her side.

When hearing his sister was inside the clubhouse, he almost didn't believe it and when he entered the clubhouse, he expected to be greeted by the little sister who left. He could hear the cheerful cooing that came from his son, he followed that sound until he caught the sight of Faye sitting on the couch with Abel resting in the crook of her legs. He kept his eyes on her while she continued to play with Abel, but as he stepped closer she finally tore her eyes away from the baby and caught him from behind.

Faye was talking to Abel in a baby voice as he played with the teething toy, his smile radiating the joy that came from a baby as he cooed back up at her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the precious baby in her arms, but the second Abel's eyes shifted behind her and there was Jax. Her eyes ran over the bruises running across his skin and looked down to see his knuckles were busted; she could only assume they were from the fight with her father.

"Shit Jax," Faye tucked her arms underneath Abel's body and slowly stood up from the couch, turning to face her brother who was still starring at her in shock. "You must've really pissed him off to have that many bruises on your face." She could tell that some of the bruises weren't fresh, yet, they couldn't go unnoticed.

His bruised cheek and under eye were sore from the blows he received yesterday and they had now turned purple, his busted lip that was healing up seemed to have reopened as well. He could tell by the look in her eyes she seemed stunned by his injuries, even looked at his knuckles to see they were roughed up. He looked away from her gaze and down at his feet, the shame rolling on his shoulders as he realized she was no longer in the dark.

"You have no fucking idea," He muttered under his breath, "I didn't want you to find out about what happened, it's between me and him."

"Well, Mom had no choice but to tell me, you're now threatening to go NOMAD because of this?" Faye felt Abel shifting in her arms as he wanted to continue kicking his legs out and crawl out on the couch. "I don't know what's going on between you and him, but that would be a pretty stupid. Even for you." She narrowed her eyes at her brother.

"Don't go on telling me what's right and wrong, Faye. You're the one who ran away from her problems, kinda a hypocritical thing to say, don't you think?" Jax was quick to snap at his sister as she began to criticize his choice of losing his VP patch here and turning NOMAD.

Faye scoffed at his name calling and she caught her mother getting up from her bar stool to put a stop to the brother and sister argument, "That was different and you know it. As for me being a hypocrite, that's far different, seeing as I'm holding the damn reason you shouldn't go NOMAD." She watched as Jax's eyes shifted to his son in her arms and immediately she spoke up again, "He doesn't need you gone, he needs you here. So does Tara,"

Gemma stepped in between her son and daughter as they seemed to have been more critical in their greeting then welcoming, which is why she turned to her daughter and took Abel from her arms. "I've heard enough fighting to last me a lifetime... you're both pissed at each other, we get it? It's the reason you two ended up not speaking while you were gone," She spoke to Faye directly as she mentioned her absence, "you aren't kids anymore, so stop acting like it."

The brother and sister listened to their mothers rant as she narrowed her eyes at Faye who seemed rather annoyed with Jax, but she kept her mouth shut seeing as her mother was right. Jax knew as well that both his mother and sister were right, it was just a hard pill to swallow in the end. Gemma turned away from both her children and with her grandson in hand made her way over to the bar to make him a bottle, leaving Faye and Jax alone.

The two didn't know what to say, seeing as they had gotten the animosity out of their systems, which left them questioning who would speak first?

"You sure as hell look different," Jax ran his eyes over his little sister who's clothes were a little more revealing than he was used to seeing, not to mention the makeup seemed rather dramatic too. "since when did you start dressing like Mom?"

"Since when did you start letting someone get a punch in?" Faye let the comment slip out of her mouth before she could control it, but she saw the wise smile come from her brother leaving her to follow along and smile back. "Sorry... I'm sorry. I had to, even when we we're younger you never got bruised up in a fight."

He knew his sister didn't mean anything by her comment, which is why he cracked a smile as she was quick to apologize. "Yeah, well this time your dad's got more of a reason to fight..." Jax tilted his head to the side as he took a step forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders now pulling her close to bring her in for a tight hug. "I'm just glad you're home, little sis."

Faye relaxed as his arms pulled her in for the hug, which she returned by wrapping her arms around him and the smell of his leather kutte and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils. She held him close with a smile on her lips and with a shrug of her shoulders Faye said, "I knew you'd miss me." She felt his chest shake from laughter.

"Yeah, I did." Jax drew back from the hug and now eyed the outfit she wore, shaking his head at the choice of hers. "You're gonna have to burn that top, because I sure as hell don't like it."

Faye felt the embarrassment of her brother discussing her clothing choices and without hesitating she gave it back to him. "You're gonna have to get used to it, because I'm not burning it." She placed her hand on her hips before giving a smirk, "I think I should get a say in what I wear.'

"I can see your damn bra." Jax commented before looking away from his sister, not wanting to catch the lace his sister was wearing once more. "Just cover it up." He cringed a bit in his face as he went to turn away from her and hope she would pull her top up.

"I'm not your little sister anymore, Jax..." Faye called out to him with an annoyed tone to her voice, before making her way to follow him.

"Bullshit!"

While Gemma was feeding her grandson a bottle, she heard the vibration of her phone on the bar which caused her to flip open the screen to see a text from Tig, which read, 'Headed to the clubhouse.' A know formed in her stomach at knowing Clay was on his way, she closed the flip phone shut and placed it back down before turning to her children who were making peace by her homecoming.

"He's on his way."

Her statement seemed to strike a nerve with both her children, everyone seemed to be on edge from there, leaving her knowing that the battle ahead would be a long one. She sighed looking to her daughter and gesturing her for to head outside, "Go ask one of the guys to hide your car, I don't want him knowing your here yet." She watched Faye slowly make her way outside.

Jax watched as his sister left the clubhouse and he looked down at his hands to see his knuckles bruised from yesterday, he hoped that today he wouldn't get into it with Clay. Hell, he even prayed for it. He made his way over to the bar to stand by his mother and old lady who was seated, now looking to his mom he said. "He's gonna lose his shit when he realizes she's here."

Gemma held her head high and shook her head as her grandson continued to eat from the bottle in her hands, "Not when he sees her, he's not gonna know what to do. That's for damn sure." She muttered under her breath; but truthfully, Gemma didn't know what Clay was gonna do, but she had a feeling he would break once he saw their daughter back in Charming.

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Faye had left her keys in the office of the garage and when she headed inside to grab them, her stomach was in knots at knowing her father was going to be arriving soon and knowing that she had to have one of the guys hide her car only made it worse. Yet, she didn't spot any of them on the lot. Just a few members who were leaning against their bikes distracted by crow-eaters. However, when stepping inside the office she noticed Happy standing by the coffee machine and with a smile she snatched her purse from the desk before catching his attention.

"Well, well... I hear someone's no longer a NOMAD." She watched his attention quickly turn onto her and the man in the kutte turned his head, now catching her gaze as a small smirk grew on his lips. "I think so anyway, I mean that was the talk at the Fresno Charter."

Happy didn't expect to hear about his patch over, but the second he did, he didn't expect it to come from the familiar face of Faye Morrow who stood behind him with a smile to greet him. He placed the styrofoam cup down on the desk and turned to her, now placing a kiss on her cheek and meeting her gaze. "Shit girl... you finally back in town?"

She felt her cheeks turn warm as he placed a kiss on her cheek and smiled as he mentioned her being back, "Yeah, I decided the town of Charming has been without me long enough. Fresno was fun and all, but nothing can beat the dramatics here." She watched him nod in agreement and sighed pulling the keys out of her purse. "Know of any prospects that can move my car out of the lot?"

"We've got no prospects besides Half-Sack and his bitch work is cleaning the bathrooms out at CaraCara." Happy saw her eye roll as the keys dangled from her fingers, but he was quick to remember the NOMAD waiting around in the garage with Kozik. "How bout I move it for you? I got nothing better to do."

"I would say thank you and here you go?" She held out the ring of keys with a smile, "Mom just wants it parked out of view."

"Whatever Mama Gemma wants," Happy smirked at the brown eyed girl as he caused a chuckle from his truthful statement. He snatched the keys from her hand as she held them out with a smile on her lips and he gave a wink as he headed out of the office to jog over to her jeep.

Faye felt the vibration of her phone go off in the pocket of her leather jacket, causing her to pull out the cell phone and flip it open to see a new text in her inbox. She caught the number as a smirk grew on her lips seeing who it was and her stomach filled with butterflies as she clicked it open, reading off the message.

'Going silent on me cause I left?"

Her lip curled up into a smirk as Rhett seemed to start off another conversation as she hadn't replied earlier, which made her smile as she began to type out her reply. 'You miss me already?' She bit her bottom lip as she hit send and found herself leaning against the desk waiting for a reply. She felt those giddy feelings rush back to her as she thought back to last night, the taste of his lips still on hers. A new text soon came in and she read it off seconds after it arrived in her inbox.

'I miss beating your ass at darts.'

Her sarcastic laugh formed as he dared to mention a game of darts, she was still a bit bitter from last nights two loses, but she knew that by playing him she would learn his way of the game. Faye tapped her fingers along the side of the burner cell and smiled, now shaking her head as she replied, 'You sure you don't miss looking at my ass?'

The rumbling of engines traveled throughout the lot as a three bikes pulled in and with one quick glance Faye caught her father's bike being parked, which caused that butterfly effect in her stomach to disappear. She pushed off the desk and made her way over to the doorway, carefully creeping around to catch her father getting off his bike along with Tiggy who was parked at his side. Her heart raced a little in her chest when knowing her father was just outside the office, not seeing him for those few weeks seemed to take a toll on her as she couldn't seem to get her legs to move.

"Shit, shit. Get a hold of yourself.'

Happy parked the car behind the garage and soon took the back entrance of the garage to head back in the office; but once seeing the president of SAMCRO pull into the lot, he had a feeling that Faye hadn't left the garage. Entering the side door of the office, he immediately saw see the nerves of the young girl coming to light as she was pacing around the small room. He took a swift glance out at the lot to see Clay was gone and he turned back to Faye, who stopped pacing by his presence. "You can head over there," He watched her turn back to him and give a stiff nod, "You good, Faye girl?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine." Faye noticed the caring streak in Happy Lowman and she took comfort knowing he had picked up on the fear that seemed to overpowering the attitude of hers. "Just gotta get myself to walk over to the clubhouse and not toss up my cookies." She muttered and with one swift glance out the door Faye took a deep breath and made her way out onto the lot.

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Outside on the lot of SAMCRO Rhett was leaning over the engine of Kozik's bike checking the oil to make sure it was clean and fresh, he was quick to answer him as Kozik was fixing up the jammed crank shaft. He rubbed the oil off his hands onto the dirty rag on his shoulder, "It's good, whatever dripping down there is gonna be pricey as hell." He took a seat on the edge of the railing lined up behind the bikes and let his legs dangle of the edge.

"Shit, I didn't wanna have to order pieces from out of town." Kozik called out to the NOMAD who was fixing up the oil in the engine, he pushed himself off the hot concrete and wiped away the black tar on his hands. "You'd think these damn bikes would be easy maintenance."

"You'd also think you'd invest in something better than this piece of shit you've got." Rhett chuckled as Kozik was quick to throw a punch at him, the hit made him lose his balance and slip off the railing, "It would be smart to do that."

"It would be smart to shut your mouth too, but that never seems to happen." Kozik muttered under his breath tossing the rag back down and kneeling down beside his bike to eye the crank shaft once more. "Hand me that socket wrench, yeah..." He called out to him as he held his hand over the bike, but when he didn't receive the tool in hand he lifted his eyes to see Rhett messing around on his phone with a smirk plastered on his lips. "Yo... shithead, I'd appreciate it if you could stop texting whoever it is and help me out."

Rhett was far too busy replying to a certain brown eyed girl to bother with Kozik, his concern turning to replying to her text back which made him laugh under his breath. He was itching to text her back and he did, typing into his phone now replying to her, 'You could say I miss both.' He hit send and it was followed by Kozik snapping at him, which caused him to break his gaze from the cell phone and snatch the socket wrench from the tool box by his feet before handing it over. "No need for the obscene language sir..."

"Says that shit face who's checks are as red as a tomato." Kozik pointed out with a raised brow and he broke his gaze and looked down at his bike, "Either you and Marcus finally admitted your feelings for each other or that's a girl your texting..." He didn't expect to hear silence, due to knowing Rhett's ways with girls and when he heard a slight fit of laughter he had a feeling he was right. "It's not Marcus?"

"If you tease me about this shit, I'll cock block you for the rest of your life." Rhett defended himself before the elder could have the upper hand and joke around with him. "She's the girl I told you about... the one I met in Fresno." His cell phone slipped back into his kutte after he didn't receive a text back and he leaned back against the railing once again.

Kozik almost dropped the wrench from his grasp after hearing who he'd been texting, he glanced over his bike once more to grin at his comment. "The one you fooled around with last night at the clubhouse there? That one?" He caught a nasty look from Rhett as he used a poor choice of words.

"We kissed, alright? We didn't screw, got it?" Rhett's tone was rather threatening as he corrected Kozik's choice of words, "Marcus's girl, it's one of her friends that came around the clubhouse. She's not a hang around or a sweetbutt, Nora made that pretty clear. I mean, hell... she broke a crow eaters nose at one of the parties." He cracked a smile as he thought back to the first night he spent with Faye; he could recall the fire in her eyes when pulled away from the fight and immediately he took a liking to her.

"You're shitting me." Kozik found himself laughing along with him as he went on attempting to fix the crank on his bike, "I'm sure that must've been one hell of a scene... she not from Fresno?"

"Nah, apparently she's from out of town, at least that's what she told me..." Rhett paused knowing he was unaware of where the certain brunette babe was from. However, when he spotted a that familiar brunette making her way across the lot, he almost broke his neck with how fast it moved to steal another glance. His attention turned to Faye and immediately questions began to swarm in the back of his mind as to why she was here. "Holy shit." He muttered under his breath.

Kozik stood on the opposite side of his bike where Rhett was, he was cleaning his hands with a rag and wiping the sweat off his forehead, but hearing him curse made him look over to check on him. However, he seemed fine, except for the shock in his eyes looking over at Faye Morrow. Kozik was just as surprised to see her, seeing as she hadn't been in Charming for a few weeks after the fight she'd had with her father, but he didn't know why he seemed to have that sort of reaction towards the presidents daughter.

"You okay there?" Kozik now took a seat on his bike as he heard a small scoff come from Rhett. "You look like you've seen a damn ghost."

"That girl... she's the one I told you about from Fresno." Rhett replied as he was tempted to run over to her and ask why she was here, but he stayed put once catching Happy walking close behind her, he crossed his arms over his chest keeping his eyes on the brunette. "She follow me here?"

Kozik had heard about the hot little brunette Rhett seemed taken by, he'd even heard about the little make-out session between him and a girl that happened last night; however, the second he realized it had been Faye Morrow who he seemed to have a thing for, Kozik couldn't help but laugh at the clueless acts the NOMAD seemed to have committed.

"Seems like it... hell, she came all the way from Fresno. Maybe she's a little obsessed with you after last night?" Kozik suggested as he watched his blue eyes follow her every move; sure, he might've been leading him on with the wrong thoughts, but he had a feeling it would end up being a priceless moment in the end. He was careful with his words, seeing as he was speaking about the Presidents daughter, but he needed to know what his brother had gotten himself into before he defended him.

"She... Marcus would've told me if she'd left." Rhett corrected his brother almost as if his words were disrespectful to Faye, who was unaware of his presence and oblivious to his gaze. "She told me she was gonna stay there, what the hell she doing here?" He felt the itch to confront her, but once she stepped into the clubhouse and doors closed behind Happy, he had a feeling he wasn't allowed in.

Kozik knew that if Faye was back in Charming, her father wasn't aware of it just yet and seeing as Clay had only arrived minutes before he had a feeling he would soon find out. He caught the curiosity strike the young NOMAD as he began to tap his fingers along the railing, the silver rings on his fingers causing the tapping that echoed along the row of bikes.

"Maybe she is a little obsessed with me or something... you think that's it?"

The question left Kozik laughing on his own words as he stepped back away from his bike, now tossing the rag covered in oil in the tool box by his feet and giving a slight smirk of disbelief. "Oh yeah... we biker men have that affect on women, you should really ask her when she comes back out." He kept the truth to himself, knowing this was sure to be found out soon enough of just who Faye Morrow was.

---

Clay Morrow had been a quiet man ever since yesterday, with another altercation between him and his step-son, he didn't know if he had the energy to even pull himself out of bed when he got a phone call from Tig. The man hardly slept and with the past few nights of restless sleep, his dreams of his daughter were only getting worse. The reoccurring dream was haunting him; it was crushing the father and man he was with every reoccurrence, imagining his daughter's blood seeping through his clothes as he clung to her fragile body, her lifeless eyes keeping him awake at night as he fought the fear of it coming true.

He hadn't told his wife about the dreams, in fact he hadn't told anyone about the nightmares. Everyone seemed tense with him ever since the fight with Jax, the first one that is. He'd kept to himself and let his demands as President be the only thing keeping him in contact with his brothers, the only one he spoke to the most was Tig. Tig had been there for Clay over the past few days as his sleepless nights were catching up to him, he knew that bottle was the only way Clay was getting through the nights, which is why he'd been there to pick up the mess a few times when Clay had spent his nights at the clubhouse to avoid his wife's wrath.

His early morning errands lasted most of the morning as him, Tig, and Ope had a run out in Stockton to discuss business with the Niners. When they arrived back in Charming, Ope went to pick up the kids from school leaving him and Tig to head to the clubhouse to discuss with the rest of the brothers about CaraCara.

Clay pulled into the lot to see Jax's bike parked near the railing, along with the cutlass which left him knowing Tara was here as well. He cursed under his breath, pulling off his helmet and hanging on the handle bar before kicking his leg around the bike. He knew that if the two high school sweethearts were here, Gemma must've joined them.

He didn't want another fight, not after yesterday had left him with only more battle wounds to heal up himself. One of them being the aching that coursed through his fingers, leaving it a struggle for him to even grip his bike, yet he gritted his teeth and suffered silently. He saw it as he was putting himself through his own kind of torture with his daughter's absence and wife along with it.

Heat from the sun beat down on him as he was hesitant to make his way inside and he could feel Tig's eyes on him, waiting for his approval to head inside knowing the fight that was to come. Clay removed his sunglasses and slipped them on the front of his shirt before he walked over to the clubhouse, Tig close behind him without questioning it.

The tension in the clubhouse was high once the president stepped inside, catching Gemma at the bar with Abel in her arms as she didn't dare take her eyes off of him as the baby's cooing could be heard. His grandson brought out a smile from Clay as he glanced at the little bundle in her arms, his coy smile and big blue eyes were enough to make anyone's heart melt. Gemma's gaze stayed on Abel as he cooed and Clay's broke from his wife, now looking around to catch a few of his brothers sitting around playing pool or darts. He didn't spot his step son, which left him to continue on to Gemma's side.

He hadn't seen his wife since last night and he had a feeling she might've been just as angry, he could only hope that she would forgive him once seeing he was sorry. Which he was. He didn't want to be that angry man he'd been the past few weeks, it had already driven his only daughter away and he wouldn't let that drive his wife further.

"Gem..." Clay placed a gentle hand on her lower back and stood beside her, now causing her to break away from her grandson and catch his attention. "Can we talk, baby? Just us." He needed to explain to her that he was sorry for what his actions had caused and wanted to discuss Faye coming back home, but he was unaware of just who was waiting outside.

Her grandson's tug on her fingers distracted her from knowing of her husbands presence, allowing the angelic baby to keep her from her worries and allow the stress to disappear. She was enjoying that happy baby's smile, until the touch of her husband broke her attention away and she heard him pleading to speak alone just the two of them and with that came the fear of telling the truth. Gemma caught Tig making his way around the bar to snatch a beer and looked away, now hoping he wouldn't look on at the two spoke.

"We can talk, yeah... but it's not just gonna be us, baby." Gemma turned her body away from Clay as she stood up from the bar stool, resting Abel against her chest as she could predict the confusion playing out in her husbands mind. "Jax and Tara are waiting in the chapel and we're gonna talk there."

Clay let his wife take control of the situation, he'd already seen the frustration from yesterday's outburst and today he wasn't going to let that happen again. He wouldn't let it happen again. He watched as Gemma made her way over to the chapel and slid the doors open, showing Jax and Tara sitting at the Redwood table waiting for them to join. "Shit..." He muttered under his breath now looking over at Tig who stood behind the bar; he knew his Sgt-at-Arms was questioning whether or not to follow, but a stiff shake of the head was enough of an answer from the president as he walked into the chapel.

The heavy chapel doors closed behind Clay once he stepped foot inside, leaving the men on the other side questioning as to why the four of them were having a meeting. Tension between Clay and Jax seemed to have relaxed as both men stole a glance at one another and didn't say a word and with that Clay took his seat at the head of the table, leaving Gemma to sit at his side with Abel still in her arms.

"Are we all calm today after yesterday's shit storm?" Gemma's question left the men looking to her in guilt, knowing they had done wrong and only left her heartbroken by their disrespect. "Good... I'm glad to hear that." She looked over to Tara and took a deep breath, "I think we should start with letting Tara take Abel out of the room, yeah?"

Jax was rather calm after the two physical altercations he'd gotten himself into with Clay and when he watched him step inside, he didn't feel any anger towards his step-father, instead he looked away and stayed quiet. He knew Faye was planning to come in and join them soon, the question was when. It wasn't until his mother mentioned Tara stepping out that he did a double take to his lover, who stood up from her seat and made her way around to take their son. "I thought you said she could stay?"

"Jax, it's alright... it's between ya'll." Tara defended Gemma's choice and instead of fighting, she took her son in her arms and when Gemma pulled her in and she received a kiss from the elder, it left her with a smile; knowing the queen of SAMCRO showed love for her only made her choice of helping ten times more worth it. "I'll be right outside... just call me for if you need me." She spoke to Gemma before heading out into the clubhouse and leaving the chapel doors shut behind her.

Gemma heard the slam of the doors behind her and it was followed by the silence that fell between them, Clay and Jax avoiding each others gaze as if they were toddlers being shammed on the playground. It was enough to cause Gemma to shake her head laughing at the scene, hell she'd tried twice already and look where that had gotten her.

"I can't even tell which one of you deserves a good slap to the face... but you two have already done a job on each other, so why bother?" Gemma leaned back in her seat and rested her arms on the side of the chair, "I've made it clear that I've had enough of the fighting between you two and if either of you start another today, I swear I will fire a gun with bullets and I won't miss."

Both men stayed quiet as Gemma threatened them with a firearm if they dared raised a hand to each other, which left a stiff nod for both of them to answer to and once Gemma got her answer she shrugged her shoulders. "Good."

---

Outside the chapel doors Faye had stepped back inside the clubhouse with Happy close behind her and when all eyes fell on her, she immediately felt the shock waves run over the men inside. The last they had seen Faye she wasn't as daring as she was now and it showed with her clothing and the look in her eyes matching the headstrong women she had become. Tara was standing near the bar with Abel in her arms feeding him a bottle and she caught Tig's gaze fall upon her as her stood behind the bar. He was taking in the new choice of fashion taste in the young woman before his eyes met the brown eyes that seemed rather daring with her step, he almost let the beer slip from his hand but instead he placed it down on the bar and made his way around.

"Shit, Faye girl..." Tig almost tripped over his feet as he stepped out from behind the bar and shook his head, "You sure do know how to make an entrance don't you?"

"I get it from my mother." Faye chuckled seeing the look of shock daze into Tig's eyes before she shrugged her shoulders, "Where is he?" She was careful with her words as she ran the palm of her clammy hands over her jeans.

Tig was tempted to continue asking a few more questions about when she got here and why she had come home, but he had a feeling that Gemma knew about her daughters homecoming over Clay. He raised his hand and pointed directly over his shoulder to the chapel, now watching her eyes shift over and cause her nerves to raise by the look in her eyes. His blue eyes looked over to meet Happy, who stood a few feet behind Faye and gave her a gentle nudge causing her to take a step forward.

"Really great pep session Hap," Tig muttered under his breath as he made a chuckle come from the young girl. "You don't have to go in there, not yet."

"It's either I go in there or I'm a girl who can't even face her father..." Faye told him, but also herself as her eyes were set on the wooden sliding doors, determination in her eyes as she waited patiently to gain the courage to come inside. "I feel like taking the cowards way out right about now."

Happy took that comment almost as an insult when hearing her call herself a coward, which is why he leaned in over Faye's shoulder and pursed his lips. "You've got SAMCRO in your blood, you're no coward." He needed to reassure Faye of her confidence and judging by the way her shoulders rose from the sluggish posture and the quick in her step, his words helped.

"I've got my mother's genes too." Faye's words were heard as she made her way towards the chapel doors, passing by Tara's side as she held Abel close to her chest, she received a gentle touch to her arm from the doctor leaving her with a small smile. Yet, the closer she grew to the doors her heart raced with anticipation of knowing who was on the other side and with one swift push the door slid open leaving Faye standing in the open doorway.

Clay took notice of the quiet demeanor coming from Gemma as they sat at the table with silence falling between the three of them. She had made it clear that no fighting would go on between himself and Jax, which he respected, but the quiet tone only left him questioning why Gemma had set this up in the first place if they were going to sit in silence. He looked over at his step-son and shrugged his shoulders, wanting answers as to why they were here, but he instead ignored his glare and turned back to Gemma.

"Why the hell we here, Gem?"

The moment the sliding doors opened up all eyes fell upon the person standing in the doorway, while Gemma and Jax knew Faye was soon to join them in this meeting Clay was far from surprised when seeing his daughter. His eyes stole a glance to see who was interrupting them, but the second he saw Faye's familiar eyes, he felt his head spin and felt his stomach drop. He could hardly believe his daughter was home, let alone standing there right before him with a rather different appearance joining her. He couldn't break away from her gaze and judging by the look in her eyes, she wasn't excited to see him. He watched as Gemma looked over her shoulder to see their daughter and immediately, he had a feeling that his wife must've been in on her homecoming.

He felt a tightening in his stomach as Faye made her way over to the redwood table and took a seat, which caused him to lean his forearms against the table and eye his daughter; the questions lurking in the back of his mind tempted to be asked. Clay was on the edge of his seat at his daughters presence and he wanted nothing more to than to embrace her and beg for forgiveness; yet, stubborn Clay Morrow wasn't going to break his pride.

Her eyes were fixated on her father the second the chapel doors parted and with meeting his eyes her heart skipped a beat. It was as if her body was telling her that the fear built up inside of her was there and it was her choice to block that out. Shockwaves seemed to ride through her father as she closed the door and left home off alone. She took a seat by her mothers side at the redwood table and with a cross of her legs, she relaxed back into the chair unprepared for what her mother was about to reveal to them.

"You decided to come home?" Clay's words broke the silence that seemed to linger with the serious tone held in the chapel, but with his daughter being home, he wanted to address it. "Faye... I-"

"We can talk about that later, Clay." Gemma's disruption of her husband was clear with meaning, she didn't want him to discuss Faye at the moment; knowing it would only spark more of a fight. "She's home, that's it." She knew Faye was thanking her by the light touch on her arm from under the table and that was enough for her to feel comfort.

Clay sat still at his position at the head chair of the table, eyeing his wife and daughter as he stayed quiet and considered their insight for once. He knew that after the weeks of his daughters presence, he was simply happy she'd arrived back home and now he had to learn to control his anger. If he didn't, he would lose her. So, his mouth stayed shut.

"Glad to know we're all here now..." Jax cracked a smile at his young sister, hoping to lighten the tension with his humor but the look his mother gave him gave him a slight twinge of regret. "One big happy family, just like old times."

Faye felt the mood lighten with her brothers humor and she wanted to add on to it, which is why she spoke up. "We're not too big of a family, Jax. Considering it's only us, Abel and Tara." She watched the smile grow on her brothers face with the mention of his own family. "You gonna cry with me including Tara? How cute..."

"Shut your mouth." Jax's warning came with laughter showing he meant no harm, yet he dared to reach across the table and smack her on the arm if her teasing continued on. He shifted his attention to their quiet mother, who seemed to enjoy her two children bickering at the moment. "You wanted to talk to us?"

Gemma stayed quiet listening to her son and daughter tease on with each other as a smile grew on her lips, enjoying the moment of the two of them getting along as if Faye hadn't left town. Her sons question was directed at her reminded her of the reason they were here and with that came her sweaty palms running along the side of her jeans. "There's something I've been lying to you all about... it's about the night of Bobby's party."

None of them spoke as Gemma had directed their attention from then on and she could feel all their eyes fall on her, she kept her eyes on the table as she wasn't capable to look them in the eyes. She was nervous, all of them saw her emotions playing out as Gemma was easy to read when she allowed this side of her to be vulnerable, but in this case everyone saw a look of pain joining the nerves.

"I... I didn't get in an accident driving home," Her eyes began to shift between her husband and son, now watching the concern strike both men. "I was attacked. Minivan pulls up behind me, girl gets out and was crying, told me her baby's choking, she was very convincing... it was a damn doll in the carseat. She hit me over the back of the head. When, when I came to they cuffed me to a chain link fence at the utility house out by the access road."

Faye didn't notice it but she was holding her breath as her mother revealed truth, her eyes watching as her mother's hands ran along the side of her jeans and she grasp onto every word. She had an idea of where this story was headed and she didn't want to believe it, Faye leaned back into her seat and rested her arms on armrest grasping each side with her fingers as her nails dug into the wood.

"They wore masks, there were three of them. When he spoke, I, I knew his damn voice and the tat on his throat. Zobelle's right hand, Weston." Gemma watched the frustration in her son play out as he clenched his jaw and looked away from her gaze, now looking across the room to keep himself from letting the tears form. "He told me to deliver a message to you," Her attention turned to her husband who's attention was directly on her, the heavy eyes of his struggling to hold back the tears. "Stop selling guns to color... said if I didn't tell you, they'd find me... do it again."

Clay felt an anger burning into him with the information Gemma was feeding him, knowing they had attacked his wife and done so under the condition of selling guns to color... it left him with more than rage. He could feel a lump growing in his throat with her eyes falling onto him, but he didn't break away from her, even when his tears were daring to fall. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Faye struggling to hold back her tears as her fingers curled around the arm chair and tears rolled off her cheeks; few things broke Clay's tough exterior but when both of the woman in his life were in this state, he let his guard down.

"They raped me... all three of them,"

Her words seemed to have brought her loved ones to tears as her husband hung his head low to hide the tears that had fallen, he didn't want to imagine the torture his wife endured as she was attacked; yet, the pain carried out in the sound of her voice as she struggled to speak and that's when his tears fell. Clay told himself to hold it together, to be tough, but the thought of another man violating his wife and mother of his child only sparked the hatred in his heart. He carried his eyes over to Jax, who clearly was angered by this unsettling news as he clenched his jaw and shifted in his seat and his fists rested on the edge of the table. It was clear that they were both wanting vengeance in that moment, but they stayed calm in front of Gemma.

Gemma couldn't ignore the emotions coming from the two men in her life as she revealed the truth behind the attack; her son slammed his fist into the redwood table with the anger clear across his face, but one glance at his mother and his eyes turned gentle at the look of shame in her eyes. She felt a gentle touch on her hand from under the table and a gentle squeeze caused her feel comfort, her daughter's touch was enough for her to let out a small cry.

Faye kept silent as she watched Jax slammed his first into the table, the anger striking her as she thought back to the man who had attacked her mother. The only thing keeping her calm was the soft cries she heard, which is why she placed a gentle hand on her mothers. The second Gemma interlocked her fingers with her daughter Faye heard the soft cry and tears were wiped away from her eyes.

Jax was the first to stand up from his seat once the quiet settled in and as he rounded the corner he placed a hand on Clay's shoulder, a sign of peace between both the president and the vice president. It was enough for both men to understand the tension between them was in the past. He felt the slap of Clay's hand on his and with that he turned his attention to his mother, leaning down to Gemma's side he placed a kiss on her cheek in hope of showing her the love he had for the mother she was.

"..." He didn't say a word instead he stepped over to his sisters side and resting both hands on her shoulders as he whispered in her ear, "C'mon." He watched her hesitantly get up from her seat and quickly turn to open the sliding door. Eyes followed the brother and sister once the chapel was open, but he kept his eyes on her once seeing her turn away from Tara who stood by the bar; he was quick to follow behind his sister as she raced away from the chapel and into the back of the clubhouse.

"Faye..." He whispered now quickening his step as he turned down the hallway and caught up to her before he slid his arm in between the doorway as she attempted to slam the door behind her. He stepped into the bedroom and watched as Faye stood by the window, the sun hitting her face as tears rolled off her chin. "I can go get Tara if you want, I'm sure she wouldn't mind."

"I don't wanna talk about it..." Faye's tone was rather harsh at her brother, but he didn't seem ticked off knowing the news they received was rather shocking. "I... I'm not mad at her either before you go there, I get it now." She caught her brother take a seat on the edge of his bed and relax into the conversation.

"She had her reasons... I would understand if you were a little ticked off in the first place." He needed to make it clear that he wasn't angry before he continued on with his sister, "We... We're gonna take care of it, Faye. We're not gonna let this shit slide, not for a second."

"I want him dead." Faye said to words without hesitating and with such hate in her word, she wouldn't take it back either. "If I see him in town, I swear-"

Her words shocked Jax as he heard the hate in her tone, but the second she mentioned seeing Weston he cut her off. "Uh uh, Faye. You're not going to do shit, if he had the nerve to attack Mom, he won't hesitate with you." He needed to make it clear with his sister that she wasn't to get involved in this, especially when it came to a situation as grave as this. "The club will handle it... your dad and I, we'll handle it."

"When?" Faye's tone was rather sharp as she seemed to direct her anger towards him. "I wanna know when because if his body isn't dead in a grave, I'll go after him. You can make the excuse of club shit all you want, but they went after our mother," She could feel the strain in her voice as she mentioned the attack, tears now welling up in her eyes once more. "... our damn mom, Jax."

Jax's heart was slowly rising in his chest as he heard his sister began to cry and with that came his own thoughts; thinking back to when Gemma had been attacked and knowing there was more depth behind it, leaving it alone to believe it was a car accident and now finding out it was a gang rape. He understood this side of rage coming from Faye and how could he shame her for it? He desired the same taste for vengeance.

Her shaky hands raised to wipe away the tears and as she saw her brother come closer, she noticed the anger in his face at the mention of their mother being attacked. She hated the thought of three men violating Gemma, which was all she could picture and with that came tears of anger and pain. She raised her hand to her brother and shook her head, not wanting him to take a step closer.

"I don't need that... don't treat me like I'm a little kid." She muttered now wiping away the tears from her cheeks to keep it hidden. "I'm fine, this isn't about me. It's about Mom and since it's about her, she needs us now more than ever." Faye looked to her brother through the tear stained eyes and sniffled away the deep thoughts. "Come over tonight, you, Tara, and Abel. We can do dinner and enjoy a meal?"

"Yeah," Jax left it simple with a stiff nod as he stepped back from his sister, who seemed rather apparent in letting him know she could walk on her own. He didn't question her anymore, he'd leave that for another time. "You think that's best, with you and your dad?"

"We can both act right for Mom's sake, I'll take care of it, just show up on time." Faye was slow with her steps passed her brother as she made her way to the door, now nudging his side with a small smile. "Seven, got it?"

"Yes ma'am." Jax's tone was rather sarcastic as he nudged her back before she left the room and he soon followed; while closing in behind his sister as she made her way back inside the bar area, he felt a sense of pride in seeing the adult Faye was becoming and he could hardly hide a smile. When Faye had left she'd been rather immature with her choices almost, but now she seemed grow up. Damn, two weeks sure we're long enough.

"I... I'm gonna use your bathroom, I'm not brave enough to use the community bathroom down the hall." Faye found amusement in her words and as did her brother as he gestured to the bathroom to his right.

Jax wanted to tease his sister with a rather nasty joke of flushing panties down the toilet, instead he kept quiet and made his way over to the door. "All yours... just be quick, yeah?" He received the middle finger as he made his way out of the room and went to attend to his old lady and son.

The flush of the toilet left Faye wiping her lips as she had thrown up the coffee that was turning in her stomach after the talk with her mother; the room was connoting to spin as she pushed herself off her knees and made her way over to the sink, running to cold water to flush out of her mouth, not before snatching the mouthwash behind the mirrored cabinet. Not long after knocking back the mouthwash, she spit it out in the sink not long before and left her starring at herself back in the mirror.

It seemed as if the news had sent shockwaves through Faye and it only showed with puking up her second cup of coffee. Her shaky hands rested on the side of the sink as the tasty minty fresh taste ran across her tongue. Her own thoughts racing as she stood alone and soon it left her feeling broken at the thought of her mother, knowing she'd been attacked and raped, it broke the heart of the women Faye was becoming. She told herself to be strong, don't allow her mind to travel to the men who were involved in the cruelty that was brought on.

She couldn't unheard the pain in her mothers voice, nor could she imagine the pain endured by reliving those traumatic events and while telling them the truth seemed to have been a stepping stone, Gemma would always carry it. That night came to play in her mind and she could recall the anger towards her father, not wanting to be around him, which is why she'd left in the first place and ignoring her mothers wishes to come home with her.

'Idiot,'

Faye called herself that as she attempted to keep herself from that night and knowing what she knew now, it made her long for things to be rewinded that night to be by her mothers side. They wouldn't have attacked Gemma if she had been there, she should've been there all along. She couldn't stand knowing the truth, knowing she wouldn't be able to hurt the men who had harmed her mother, how was fair?

How was it right?

A soft cry escaped her lips as Faye attempted to calm herself down, but the thought of Weston only sent her down with the dark thoughts of harming the Nazi prick. She felt her legs buckling from underneath her and slowly sliding down onto the tile floor Faye rested below the sink, now pressing her back against the wall to let herself calm down. Yet, the heavy tears continued to fall and nothing held her back from crying.

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The husband Clay was to Gemma wasn't always the commitment she'd wished for and with the forthcoming of Gemma's truth, that guilt of his inactions only hung directly on his shoulders. He could hardly stomach the thought of anyone eyeing Gemma, let alone some raping her and now he would have to live with a shame of not being able to protect her. He swallowed back the emotions when seeing his step-son react in such a way, he kept his calm tone down and when his eyes looked over to his daughter his heart broke; her eyes were filled with tears tug at his heart and the moment she got up from her seat with the help of her brother, he longed to go after her, but he attended to his wife.

With the Chapel doors closing once more it left the husband and wife alone with their questions and pain, silently glancing at one another and neither of them knowing what to say. Clay didn't want to overstep any boundaries with his own wife when an attack, as grave as this one, had been placed on her. He rested his forearms against the edge of the table and leaned forward, now swallowing down the pride lodged in the pit of his throat.

Gemma had been quiet from the moment she revealed the truth and she only watched as her loved ones showed their love for her, which made her thankful for them. Her husband seemed quiet, not wanting to break a silence barrier of not knowing what to say and she couldn't blame him. While keeping this secret shit had blown up in her family, and now it seemed as if it had pieced them back together. She relaxed into the chair and a heavy sigh left her lips, now allowing her to relax at the idea of the attack being taken off her shoulders.

She rested her hands on her thighs and ran her palms against the denim, allowing her clammy skin to disappear with a single stroke of her hand. Gemma wanted to speak to her husband, she wanted him to say anything in comfort and it drove her mad to know that he wasn't. Her son wanted vengeance, that was clear and now all she wanted was Clay's reaction.

"I... I'm sorry, Gem." His only words were those two when looking into the familiar brown eyes of hers and when opening his mouth to speak, he couldn't find anything else to say but that. "I'm so sorry, baby." He slumped his shoulders into his body as he pressed his forearms into the table, allowing his head to hang low hiding away the tears that fell from his eyes.

Out of all the years of being married to Clay Morrow, Gemma had seen the man shed tears very few times, until now seeing the strong man he built himself up to seemed broken. Her eyes looked on as he hung his head low, leaving her with a meaningful apology that was with a heavy heart and she didn't know what to say. She could hear the man struggling to keep in a sob as he spoke and it left her holding back to the tears as well.

"I got Faye to comeback home for a reason... and I want her to stay here, Clay." Gemma slowly rose from her seat and placed her hands on the redwood table, now standing over her husband who kept his head low. "You need to take care of Zobelle, because if they come back to threaten this club or me... you'll have more bodies on your hands and I'm not digging graves."

Her words struck a cord with the man as he blinked away the tears and lifted his head, meeting her gaze as the pair of eyes seemed plead for his help and cooperation. He gave stiff nod and pushed himself away from the table, "They're as good as dead." He informed Gemma with a shaky hand raising to wipe his face.

Gemma didn't nod her head or leave the chapel, instead she went to stand by his side and place a gentle hand to his cheek. "I want our family together here in Charming, Clay." She made the second comment knowing her husband hadn't said a word when she mentioned their daughter. "Please... just let her attitude roll of your back."

He knew that he owed his wife that little respect and he nodded his head without saying a word; secretly, Clay had been planning to ignore any attitude his daughter would've given him and now he had given his wife his word on it. He stood up from his seat and he stepped out of the Chapel close behind Gemma, he wanted to check on his daughter, but the second he didn't see her by her brothers side he worried. His step-son motioned down the hallway leading to the dorms and Clay nodded, he placed a gentle hand on his wife's waist and whispered.

"I'll go check on her,"

Gemma could tell that Faye must've taken this with a difficult tone, after all she questioned her well being in the first place on that night and now it was true. She glanced over her shoulder at Clay and nodded her head, knowing he could get his chance to speak to Faye as she wanted. Even if she'd wanted to follow after her husband to check on their daughter, she didn't. Instead, she made her way over to her son who was quick to embrace her before handing her, his son in hopes of cheering up the mood, which was no surprise that he did.

Clay didn't know what to expect when checking in on Faye, she could easily turn him away and ignore him or fight him and tell him to leave her be. All he could tell himself was that his daughter was his only child and the love he had for her was immense. He passed by some members who were making their way back to the dorms with crow eaters, leaving him to knock on the dorm belonging to Jax and when he didn't receive a reply, it left him making his way inside to check if he was in the right dorm.

He expected to find Faye waiting around in the dorm to avoid him after the two hadn't spoken to one another; he expected some hostility to come from her, at least at first, so he hoped. She seemed to be missing from the dorm when no one had been on the other side, he looked around the room hoping to find her and nothing. It wasn't until he heard a soft cry Clay caught the edge of the bathroom doorway peaking out of his view.

Faye was seated along the edge of the bathroom wall, her arms latched around her legs as they curled into her chest as tears rolled off her cheeks and her eyes avoided him. She caught him from the corner of her eye and the moment she knew it was her father, she felt more guilt rise in the back of her throat. A shaky cough left her lips and soon she began to dry heave.

"Baby girl..." Clay caught her struggling to calm herself down as he stepped into the bathroom and he knelt down beside her, now grabbing the hand towel resting by the sink. "Breath, baby... in and out." He explained before catching the pair of eyes met his eyes, a slow rise in her chest began and he felt the hot breath of her hit his face. "That's it... keep it coming, in and out."

She could feel the rawness in her throat rising as the acid reflux seemed to have comeback, which made her almost gag once more, but instead she focused on what her was telling her to do. The shaky breaths left her lips and soon began to calm herself down, letting the focus on her breathing calm her down from the emotional high. While the tension with her father continued, she was grateful that he was there to help calm her down and allow this to play out and not be alone.

Clay used the hand towel to wipe the tears from his daughters cheeks and as her breathing steadied itself, he was able to catch her eyes before she could look away. He didn't expect her to look back and not tear her gaze away, he even expected her to not say anything, but the moment she opened her mouth to speak, he beat her to it.

"I'm glad your home, Faye girl." He let that slip from his mouth and as he stood up from his weak knees, he held his hand down to her in hopes of getting her off the floor. "C'mon... we should get back out there before your mom comes looking for us."

His words seemed to set the tone between her own demons and his, which is why she was surprised when he held his hand out for her to take and she didn't turn him away. She placed her hand in his and with a tight grasp, he hosted her up off the tile floor and she brushed off her jeans. "I'm fine... I just needed a minute." She whispered to her father.

"..." Clay nodded his head as a response as Faye brushed the hair out of her face and wiped the smudged makeup away from her under-eyes. "We're gonna take care of it, Faye. It's not gonna slide off our backs." He needed to make that clear to his daughter before any ideas sparked anger. "It's gonna get done."

"I have some suggestions if you're asking for them." Faye shrugged her shoulders as she heard her father speak as if it was her brother repeating himself. "I'll even watch," She whispered hoping that her father would hear, but knowing the consequences of the statement she'd just made. "Before you get like Jax did, I'm not gonna do anything, even if I see him... I heard it all before from big brother."

Her words struck a cord with the president as he feared the worst; knowing his daughter had a temper and knowing she had a chance to go and take out Weston, but it seemed as if Jax stole the thought from her and made it clear it wasn't her job. He watched her walk around him as she made her back into the dorm as he followed after her.

"He's not gonna live to see another lifetime... not after this."

Faye heard what her father had to say and nodded her head, keeping her back to him as he trailed behind her, she opened up the door to leave and with a second thought paused from continuing. "Thank you..." She spoke now looking over her shoulder and with a confused father looking back at her she said. "You're telling me the truth... not keeping me from it."

He was relieved to say the least when hearing her say 'thank you' and when she explained why, he gave a gentle smile in return, hoping she would know he was just as thankful. Part of him did want to hide that side of the club from his daughter, but how could he when such a violent act had been taken against his wife? It wasn't possible, at least not for him as a father or a president.

"I'm still pissed at you though..."

Clay didn't expect anything less from his child, knowing it was as if Gemma was handling a fight as well and he couldn't deny her of that any longer. "I know." He placed his hands on his hips as he watched his daughter leave the dorm, which he soon followed. He kept close behind his daughter as they made their way back into the club and for once in a while, they didn't glare or snap, they stayed at peace.

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Nighttime rolled around the town of Charming and while Faye had mentioned cooking dinner at the Morrow household, she'd found herself waiting on dinner prepared by Bobby. While the club members were waiting around for dinner to be served, Jax was laughing and cutting up with his brothers as if it were old times, even with his step father as they played pool. Tara sat with Gemma and Faye at the bar as Abel was asleep in his car seat, sleeping away after he'd been fed a bottle and on a fully tummy liked to nap.

The aroma of dinner carried throughout the clubhouse leaving everyone with a growling stomach and when he called out that it was ready, a race was on to beat the men to the kitchen. Some of the men seemed new to the clubhouse, some NOMADS passing through and some from other charters. Yet, Faye didn't mind waiting at the bar with sleeping Abel while Tara served herself and she also had time to text away, she pulled out the cell phone from her back pocket and quickly opened up the text, a smile creeping on her lips as she realized he was flirting and she texted him back.

'Glad to know my ass is missed'

A press of a button and the message was sent and left Faye smirking when thinking back to the NOMAD, in a way she missed the blue eyed biker and it only sent butterflies to her stomach when thinking back to the kiss. She couldn't stand that he had this hold over her and in no way would she ever let him know of it.

"Where the hell's Kozik?" Jax made his way out with a full plate of food as he realized they were missing a patch, "Is he still working on that damn bike?"

"Bastards still trying to get it to start, been working on it all damn day." Tig followed close with a plate in hand, hoping to chow down on the food before anyone else could seconds before him. "Blonde bitches ass needs to get a new bike before it kills one of us," He laughed snatching a bite of his dinner roll as he stole a seat next to Faye.

Faye knew there was tension between Tig and Kozik, but she never seemed to question it or even understand it and when he seemed rather testy, she opted to inform the Tacoma patch of dinner. "I'll take one for the team, I'll go tell him for you and you can change a shitty diaper." She patted Tig's shoulder as he stole a glance at sleeping Abel. "Have fun with that."

"Shit on my dick, man." Tig caught a whiff of the diaper and covered his plate, now looking to the father of the baby hoping he would take care of it. "Ain't his name I got tattooed on my chest."

The debate of who was going to change Abel continued as Faye walked onto the lot, catching Kozik by his bike wiping it down as it had been covered in black tar from earlier. She pulled her piece of leather close to her body as the night chill ran up her spine, now walking her way over to him and once she got closer said. "Dinners ready, Bobby's cooking so you'll be happy to know it's good food." She chuckled crossing her arms over her chest. "Heard your bikes been giving you trouble, sorry to hear that."

Kozik half expected it to be Gemma informing them of dinner, but when seeing it was Faye a smirk grew on his lips and he glanced over at the garage. "Oh, when doesn't my bike give me trouble." He laughed a little under his breath and using the clean rag wiped away his oily hands. "Bobby's cooking you said?" He raised an eyebrow and when seeing her nod, his stomach growled at the answer. "I'm hungrier than I thought."

"I can tell..." She felt the vibration of her phone go off and as Kozik kicked away the dirty rag by his feet, she read off the text and was surprised at what was there. 'Glad to know I can see it from this view.' His reply left Faye a little stumped to say the least, now looking up from her phone to question why he'd said that, but it wasn't until she heard a familiar voice that answered her question.

"Biker kink,"

The name was enough to turn heads, which is what Faye and Kozik did and the moment she spotted him coming from the garage, Faye felt her heart skip a beat. She felt as if her eyes were deceiving her and as he got closer she caught the familiar grin on his lips. He was here, the NOMAD was here in Charming and he was with SAMCRO. It couldn't be true, Rhett couldn't be here, not in her hometown.

Rhett called out to see Faye's attention turn to him and as he got closer, he saw the look of shock run across her face. "You missed me that much that you came to the little town of Charming to find me?" He'd caught her by surprise from the way it seemed and he couldn't stop himself from laughing either. "I mean, you we're in the clubhouse for a while..."

While the men sitting near the picnic table turned away with disinterest to continue eating their meals; a jolt of excitement ran through Faye once Rhett stood in up close, yet, knowing who was inside the clubhouse made her think twice of her words.

"You... You're here in Charming?" She stuttered with her words when catching Rhett by surprise with her own words. "So this is where they sent you on a run, huh? What a damn coincidence." Her arms crossed over her chest as a small laugh came from her lips, confusing Rhett as he stood confident with a smirk on his face.

"I could say the same thing," Rhett tilted his head to the side now finding the sarcasm in her voice a little confusing. "you know, you could've called instead of coming here to see me." He was a little arrogant with the cocky smile playing on his mouth to match the playful look in his eyes.

"You think I came here for you?" Faye was little taken aback by his presence, however, when he mentioned following him here Faye's smile grew with amusement as her eyebrow raised. "Is that what you think?" She caught Kozik making his way up to stand by Rhett's side and with a stiff nod, she said, "How the hell do you know him?

Kozik could tell by the pep in his brothers walk, he was carrying an arrogant chip on his shoulder, which only made it worse for him to watch as he continued on with speaking to the Morrow's daughter. He kept his mouth shut, biting back to temptation to laugh from his clueless actions. He looked over Rhett's shoulder and smiled at Faye, giving a gentle nod of his head. He didn't say a word, it was all too good for him to let out the truth.

Rhett was going to reply to Faye's question, but the second she greeted Kozik who stood behind him his face dropped and he turned to look over his shoulder to see the smirk on his lips. "How the hell do you know my brother?" He almost laughed under his breath as he felt his brother nudge his elbow into his back, almost finding humor out of his questions.

"Brother?" Faye felt the shock run through her body as her eyes switched over to Kozik who couldn't hold back a grin. "You're his brother?" She now raised her hand pointing to Rhett, who continued to question how she knew Kozik. "You've gotta be shitting me." Her hand now fell back to her side as she stepped away from the pair of brothers.

"I'm not shitting you..." Kozik rested his hands on Rhett's shoulders now giving him a gentle shake, "this little shit, right here, is my baby brother." His gaze now turning back to Faye who stood still in front of them eyeing both of the men in front of her. "How do you know my little bro, Faye?"

While Kozik was relishing in the incident playing out in front of him, Faye and Rhett glanced at one another once finding out half of the truth. While Faye was at a loss for words, Rhett was filled with questions regarding his brother knowing the brown eyed girl, he shook off the grip his brother had on him. Gesturing between the two standing by him he asked, "Nora told me you weren't a sweetbutt, how do you know my brother?"

"..." Faye didn't know whether to slap him or punch him as his questions were more offensive by calling her a sweetbutt, "You saw me break a crow eaters nose, you wanna join the club?" She was rather angry in that moment and Kozik was quick to step in.

"She's not a sweetbutt, Rhett... I wouldn't call her that either," Kozik intervened now pulling his brother back away from Faye, the angered look in her eyes sparking a worry. "She's from here, okay? If you wanna keep your balls, I suggest you apologize for that name calling." He whispered, hoping Faye wouldn't overhear.

"From here?" Rhett couldn't seem to grasp any of the information he was receiving, he was surprised to find out that Faye was here and now he found out she was from Charming. He turned his head to look back over at Faye and asked, "You're from here? You told me you were from a town-"

"Two hours outside of Fresno... here it is." Faye held her hands out to the surroundings in the lot and fixed her eyes at the NOMAD, "It's okay, Kozik. I'm not going to tattle on him," She was still lightly ticked off at him calling her a 'sweetbutt' and it showed with the cross of her arms over her chest. "he doesn't deserve the crap my brother would put him through anyway."

"Your brother... who's your brother?" Rhett was now questioning who Faye's brother was, but judging by the look in Kozik's eyes, it wasn't going to be answer he expected.

Faye caught Kozik looked over at her, almost him telling her that the truth needed to come out for his brothers sake and she hated to agree. She bit her bottom lip and chuckled leaning back on her heel, "Jax Teller. That's my brother..." She watched his eyes widen as the truth came out and she continued, "I'm not a Teller either, my last names Morrow... Faye Morrow."

Kozik watched the shock and awe rush over his brother as Faye revealed the ties to SAMCRO, he was linking everything together in his head and once he caught on, he couldn't believe it. He dropped his hands from Rhett's shoulders and ran his thumb along his forehead, now looking over at the clubhouse as he caught a few of the members look over at them, wondering why Faye hadn't made her way inside yet.

"Morrow? You mean, like... Clay Morrow?" Rhett asked almost laughing in disbelief at what he'd been told, now watching a smirk grow on her lips. He could believe that she had ties to the club, she spoke with more knowledge on the matter than any crow eater had, and now it made sense once he found out her name. "You're the presidents daughter?"

"I prefer Faye..."

Kozik felt the tension rising between his brother and Faye with all the information coming out, and with the last of the secrets out, he just wanted them to calm down. He knew there wasn't much of an option, after all the two seemed to have had a romantic connection since Faye had been gone and now it was all coming out in Charming. Scratching the back of his neck Kozik shrugged his shoulders and looked between the two. "So... who's hungry?"

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A/N: Well... that happened. Review, tell me your thoughts, tell me what you think... I wanna hear it all.