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Chapter 21: You're in Trouble Baby Brother

Grace walked out of the school. Skip had sent her a message and asked her to see him outside. She smiled when she saw him but he didn't smile back. Then he saw her dad next to him and a quick look around made her notice Tig and Juice a little further behind. She halted her steps and hugged herself over the stomach. This wasn't good.

She looked at Happy and she already felt the lump in her throat. "What happened?"

"We hit a warehouse and they were prepared."

She closed her eyes. "Who?"

He was quiet and she opened her yes again. His jaws were tense.

"It's Bobby, Sugar."

His face said it all and the realization hit her in the chest and she couldn't breath. Tears blurred her vision and she shook her head.

"No... no... he called me... just when I was going inside. Told me to have a good time and that he'd made me brownies for..." She looked up at her dad and begged him to take it back. "Please, no."

"Baby girl, I'm sorry," he said and took her in his arms and she couldn't hold back anymore. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she pushed her face into his chest holding his cut.

"Please Dad."

"I'm so sorry, baby girl," he mumbled in her hair and rocked her in his arms.

Skip was looking at Grace in Haps arms. The look on her face when Hap told her was worse than he had ever been able to imagine. They all stood in silence and Grace wouldn't stop crying. Finally Hap picked her up and carried her towards the Van.

"Skip, you're driving."

Grace didn't say anything for the entire drive back to the clubhouse, she just cried and Hap was mumbling things to her but Skip couldn't hear what. Tig and Juice was already waiting outside the clubhouse when they arrived. Tig opened the door to the van and Hap stepped outside, still with Grace in his arms.

He carried her inside and towards his room with a "Call Ava and get her to talk to Pete too," over his shoulder to Tig and then he looked at him. "Follow me."

He followed them and when they reached Happy's room, he handed Grace over to him and unlocked the door. "Get her inside."

Grace pressed her wet face to his neck. Skip was lost, he had no idea how to help her.

"I wanna get out of this dress," she mumbled into his neck.

"Ok." Skip put her down on the bed and looked at Happy.

Happy went to the dresser and pulled a t-shirt out of a drawer. He handed it to Skip and sat down on a chair.

Grace was pulling pins out of her hair and then pulled of the dress. Her make-up was running down her cheeks and he reached up to dry off her cheeks.

"I don't ever want to see that dress again."

Skip nodded and threw it into the corner of the room and helped her with the t-shirt. Once it was on he stroke her hair out of her face and kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry, Beautiful."

She nodded and he watched as her face crumbled and she started to cry again. He sat down on the bed and took her in his lap.

"Stay with me."

Skip looked over at Hap who nodded and got up from the chair. He walked up to them and put his hand on Grace's back. "I'll be in the bar, Sugar." He looked up at Skip again. "Call me if she needs me."

-o0o-

Happy closed the door to his room and stood still outside it. He was glad that she had asked Skip to stay with her because one more minute of seeing her like that would've sent him over the edge. Bobby being dead infuriated him, he was a brother, a friend and one of the members who had been longest in the club. He had also been one of Grace's favorites. Hap knew that and the expression in her face when he told her Bobby was dead had mirrored all the things he felt himself.

He took some deep breaths and walked towards the bar. The bar was full, he hadn't even noticed when he carried Grace inside. Moby was behind the bar and handed him a beer and a glass of scotch. There were low conversations all over the bar and Chibs came up next to him.

"Leave the kid with her?" Happy nodded and Chibs put a hand on his shoulder. "He'll take care of her."

"I know."

Ava walked inside with Pete next to her. He noticed her scanning the room and when she saw him she walked up to him. She circled his waist and hugged him hard but didn't say anything. They stood still for a long time.

Finally Ava looked up at him. "Where is she?"

"In my room. Skip's with her."

Jax walked and pointed towards the Chapel. When Happy walked by him, Jax took his arm.

"Is Skip with Grace?"

"Yes." He looked at Jax, he didn't want to go get him and finally Jax nodded.

"We're not going to make much sense now anyway. But we'll need him tomorrow."

Happy nodded. He'd figure that out tomorrow. Then he turned around and saw a red eyed Pete on the couch. He looked at Ava and pointed at Pete and she nodded.

-o0o-

Skip was looking at the sleeping Grace when he heard a careful knock on the door. He turned around to see Ava at the door.

"Is she sleeping?"

"Yeah."

"They're in the Chapel. I can stay here for a while if you want to go."

He nodded and got up and watched Ava lay down next to Grace before he left. Hap looked at him when he opened the doors to the chapel.

"Ava's with her," he said and sat down. He lit a smoke and looked over the table.

Jax was staring blankly into the wall opposite his seat and Opie's eyes were fixated at the table while now and then drying his cheeks. He wasn't the only one with wet cheeks.

"We're going to have to get ready really fucking fast 'cause this is going to be seen as a direct attack by them," Jax finally said. "I think we're all too fucking jaded to be able to figure anything out now." He looked over the table. "I'll see you all here tomorrow instead and we'll try to wrap our heads around this shit."

But no-one got up. They were all sitting quietly. Suddenly the silence was broken from Tig who giggled. "Remember that time when Ava threw a coke bottle at him and when he got back and told you, Hap, you almost had a go at him as well?"

Hap smiled and nodded.

"Why did she do that?" Skip had to ask. Ava had never struck him as a violent person and he had a very hard time picturing her throwing stuff at Bobby of all people.

"He called her 'doll'." It was Chibs. "It was what that fuck used to call her and she was a bit on the edge at the time."

Skip probably looked confused because Hap looked at him with a slight smile. "It was before Jonah disappeared."

"Aha," Skip nodded.

"I remember when he had his old Fat Boy and leather chaps and made you crash," Juice laughed and Tig shook his head.

"And that time he spanked Grace and I seriously thought Hap was going to kill him." That was Filthy Phil. He was shaking his head. "Damn, even I had a hard time to hold you back that time."

"He spanked Grace?" Quinn laughed. "What did she do?"

"She superglued Tiki to a chair," Hap muttered and they all laughed. "Still shouldn't have spanked her."

"My favorite was when he drew a map for Quinn to Lisa's house, fully knowing he might fucking kill her." Opie chuckled and turned to Quinn. "Fucking hell, don't think I've ever seen you that pissed and Bobby was drawing as if his life was depending on it."

"Trashed the fucking bathroom with me in it and Bobby was knocking the door trying to calm him down but he didn't dare to open the fucking door and stop him." Tig shook his head.

They kept talking for hours and most of the time Skip had no idea what they were talking about. He made a note of some of the things to ask Grace later. Quite a few of the things was either about Grace or about Lisa, Quinn's old lady.

When they finally went outside he saw Ava in the couch holding Peter and he wondered why she was there and not with Grace.

"I'm gonna go and see how Grace is doing," he said to Hap and got a hug.

"Do that. See you tomorrow, Kid."

When he opened the door he saw Grace in the bed, holding Lemmy. They were both sleeping so he simply laid down behind Grace and put an arm around her.

-o0o-

When he woke up in the morning she was still sleeping and Lemmy was gone. He turned over to his side and held her.

"Hold me really hard," he heard her mumble into his chest and he hugged her close.

"I love you, Beautiful." He kissed her forehead. "Wanna tell me about the time Bobby spanked you?"

She leaned her head back and her tearstained face cracked into a smile. "They told you about that?"

"Not really. They just talked about Bobby. Loads of stuff. About when he drew a map to Quinn. Didn't understand that one at all to be honest."

"Lisa and Quinn had a secret thing going on and when she found out she was pregnant she ran off. I think Noah was two when Quinn found out about him."

"No-one new about Noah?" He had never heard about that. Not even Noah had mentioned it.

"Bobby, Jax, Clay and Gemma were the only ones who knew. But they didn't know he was Quinn's. Lisa was here for some other reason and she told Quinn he had a kid while they were in the bathroom. He sent her out, trashed the bathroom, she took off while he was doing it and Bobby drew Quinn a map so he'd find her place in Vegas."

"I didn't know about that." He stroke Grace's hair out of her face. He just wanted to keep her talking. "And the superglue?"

"Tiki was being an ass and I put an open tube on the chair." She looked up at him again and then she giggled a bit. "He was a total bitch about it."

"Wonder why. And Bobby spanked you?"

"Yeah. Dad had a total fit and it was just the others holding him back that stopped him from killing Bobby."

"Did he spank you hard or..."

"No, not at all," Grace interrupted him. "He just laid me over his lap and spanked my ass. It wasn't hard at all, more to make a point. Dad was just pissed that he dared to lay a hand on me."

"I'm with Hap on this."

"I glued his son to a chair!" Grace protested. "They had to cut up his pants to get him off it. Can't really blame him for being pissed about it."

"Still with Hap on this." Skip leaned down and kissed Grace. "I'd have a fit too if anyone laid a hand on you."

Grace looked at Skip. He was dead serious and she pulled him down.

"Good to know. I love you." The pain in her chest returned without her being prepared and she felt the tears again. "Tell me what else you talked about."

Skip caressed her face and dried her cheeks with his thumbs. "They talked a lot about you and him. Hot much you two loved each other. That him baking for you all the time was a way for Hap to make sure you spent time a the clubhouse 'cause you had such a sweet tooth and wouldn't agree on them babysitting you anymore."

She had suspected that for a long time but hadn't cared. She loved being at the clubhouse she just didn't want to have a babysitter. "Jax was my last."

"Last what?"

"Babysitter. When I was fourteen."

Skip laughed. "He had babysitters for you when you were fourteen?"

"He's very protective."

"I have noticed." He tried her cheeks again. "You have make-up all over your face. Wanna take a shower?"

"Will you shower with me?" She didn't want to be alone, not even in the shower.

"Absolutely." He kissed her once more and then followed her into the bathroom.

-o0o-

Grace couldn't remember much of the following weeks. The funeral was horrible. She hadn't cried that much since Piney's funeral and the only thing that kept her from falling to her knees was Skip's arm around her waist and her hand in Happy's. When Skip wasn't around; her mom, Peter or Lemmy was. She spent a lot of time with Lemmy. Graduation came past and she didn't really care.

She knew something was up with the club but didn't have the energy to ask about it. It made her feel spoiled because she could just ignore it as oppose to the members but she also knew it wasn't any of her business.

One afternoon her dad walked into her room and threw her helmet on her.

"Come on, Sugar."

They took a really long ride but ended up at the same bench as usual. He even bought her an ice cream.

"Remember when you took me on a ride after that wake and we talked about death?"

Happy laughed and looked at her. "Yeah, I remember that. Did I fuck that up?"

"No. You did good. You were honest with me and I liked that. That's why I kept talking to you about things. And you never told me I was to little to understand or that you'd tell me when I got older."

"I knew you understood." He pulled her closer and looked at her. "I know where you're going with this." Of course he did. "Want me to tell you what happened?"

"Yes."

"We fucked up. Someone's been selling meth here and we've taken care of the labs. We thought it was a meth lab but it wasn't. They were packing blow and that means a lot more security than we had expected."

Grace looked at him and nodded. "Do you know who they are?"

"Yes." She noticed his jaws tensing. "We'll take care of it."

She leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Thank you, dad."

He caught her and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Sugar."

"I love you too." She leaned against him. "I've been a mess."

"Yes, but that's ok, honey. You'll probably be a mess for a little longer." He hugged her again. "Do you know how long Skip is staying?"

"He said he had to get home to pack things up this weekend. He's coming to stay here for a while after that."

"And the road trip?"

"Not sure. I'm not really in the mood for it right now."

"It's probably best for now anyway. We don't know how far they've spread into the country."

"Who are they?"

"He hasn't told you?" Happy looked surprised.

"I'm not an Old Lady."

"I'll punch any fucker in the face if they call you 'Old' anything," he growled and Grace laughed. It was the first time in a really long time she did and once she started she couldn't stop. Finally Happy joined in and gave her a kiss. "Guess you'll have to be his 'Young Lady'."

"Sounds like some posh asshole or British aristocracy. Not sure I want to be called that." She lit another smoke. "So who are they?"

"A Mexican biker gang. Blow and pussy and they're spreading into the US."

"Sounds big."

"We're not sure exactly how big it is." He looked concerned. "We expected them to hit back immediately but for some reason they're still laying low. Worries me like hell. They're getting ready for something and we have no fucking clue what."

He had hardly ever talked to her like this about club business. She wasn't sure why he did it now, if it was because of Bobby or because he saw her like a 'Young Lady' which meant it was ok to tell her things.

"I'll be a good daughter and stay home until you say it's safe then."

He gave her a smile and kissed her forehead. "I'll never say it's safe so you should probably listen to your 'Young Man' for that."

"Be a good young lady. Is that what you're saying?"

"Yeah."

Happy looked at Grace. She was at least smiling. He knew that Skip was coming to stay for a while now rather than after the summer. It hadn't been to stop her from going on the road trip, he knew Grace and he knew she wouldn't be in the mood to go anywhere for a while. The Kid had been great with her and Happy wanted him to stick around until she seemed ok. He remembered all to well what she'd been like after Piney's death and he wanted it to be easier on her this time.

"Peter's got a boyfriend." That came from nowhere but he was willing to go with it if it kept her talking. "I haven't met him yet."

"Recently?"

"No, for months. He's catholic and very closet gay. Like huge walking closet according to Peter."

That most definitely sounded like something Pete would say. "How's Pete taking that?"

"He's madly in love. It's a bit sad."

Happy understood what she meant. Peter had never had a boyfriend that was prepared to admit that he was his boyfriend. "Yeah. Why is he so deep in the closet?"

"Catholic parents." Trust Pete to find a catholic gay guy. "And this town isn't exactly gay friendly."

"No. I guess it isn't."

"Too much testosterone flying around. You're all so damn manly." She smiled and put out the cigarette. The third but he wasn't going to nag about that now. "Are you ok with Skip coming here?"

Her brain was obviously still on high speed again, jumping between subjects in a logic only she, and sometimes Lemmy, understood.

"I'm ok with it, Sugar. We'll need him."

"That's not what I'm asking, if you need him and is ok with him coming here to help you."

He looked at his daughter. "I'm ok with him coming here to be with you." He put an arm around her and pulled her towards him. "He stuck in there, put up with me and watched that horrible fucking movie for you. He deserved it."

He'd seen Skip in action more than once. Skip wasn't afraid of taking a shot at someone and he loved her like crazy. He'd take care of her.

"He did something so you know he'll kill for me. Is that it?"

Fucking chicks and their fucking mind reading.

"Yeah."

"That's your measurement on whether I guy deserves me or not?"

He didn't even want to lie about this so he looked her straight into her eyes. She needed to understand that what they were facing.

"Yes. Being my daughter and a SAMCRO princess you need a guy who'd kill for you and Skip would. In a heartbeat."

-o0o-

Skip walked into the clubhouse and found Sisco and Tiny in the bar. The hugged and the prospect, Viggo, gave him a beer.

"How's Redwood?"

"A mess." He was worried about Grace but she'd seem better the last couple of days and when he left he promised her he would be back in less than a week. Tiny was going to help him pack up the stuff he might need.

"Still impressed that Hap didn't shoot you when you said you were moving down."

"I'm not moving down. And I think we're ok. I'm more worried about mom."

"You fucking should be. I didn't know you hadn't told her."

"You told her?" He was in so much fucking trouble. He had planned to do it later that night at her house and try to really press the fact that it was just supposed to be for a couple of months. And that it was supposed to be after the summer but Bobby's death and the upcoming problems meant he had to leave sooner than expected. If she found out from Tiny she'd be furious. That's when he saw his dad coming through the door.

Big Al came in and gave him a hug. "Good to see you. Word of warning, your mom is on her way. She wants to have a word."

"Shit." Skip quickly drank the entire beer and took another one from the prospect.

Tiny laughed. "You're in trouble baby brother."

"I know." He looked at his dad. "How pissed is she?"

Big Al didn't even have time to answer before his mom came barging into the clubhouse. She pointed at Skip. "You! Your room! Now!"

"Yes, mom." He walked ahead and could hear her heels just behind him. They walked inside and he turned around.

"I can't believe this. You didn't go with that stupid bitch when she wanted to move and now you're moving anyway."

"What stupid bitch?" What the fuck was she talking about now?

"Melissa."

"I was never going anywhere with her. She was moving and asked me to come, I said no." He wondered where the hell that came from.

Melissa was the girlfriend he broke up with about a year ago. She wanted to move and he had suspected it was because she didn't want him to finish his prospect year. When she flat out told him that he'd have to choose between her and a the club he didn't even hesitate.

"But you're moving now."

"I'm not moving. I'm going to stay there for a while."

His mom sighed. "You're moving, you might be able to fool the others but I know you're moving." She sat down. "Why can't she move here?"

"She's eighteen, she's just out of high school and her dad is crazy." He added the last part with a smile. "He's not going to let his teenage daughter move."

"You're not that old," she tried and he could see that she knew how ridiculous she sounded.

"Mom, I'm twenty-three." He walked up and put his arms around his mom. "I need to do this. And with Bobby dying she's..."

"I knew she would ask you to move there."

"She didn't." He held his moms shoulders. "I asked her." That made her look even more pissed.

"Why?"

"I miss her." He didn't want to put his dad in the shit by telling her that he had suggested it as well. That he was fed up with him. "All the fucking time mom. I want to see if..."

"If she can be the one." She had a sarcastic tone but she didn't look pissed anymore.

"And she's... with Bobby and all."

"You want to be there for her." He nodded and she sighed. "At least you've got your heart in the right place."

"Brought up the right way I guess." She'd never fall for it and she wasn't supposed to. She'd be proud anyway.

"Get that brown nose out of my ass, boy." But he'd been right, she was smiling. "You're going to have to visit me often. And I'll visit you as well, not matter what you think."

"I'm staying at the clubhouse but I'm sure they'll have somewhere for you to stay."

"I'll stay at her house. I'm sure Ava's ok with that."

"Fine." He hugged her again. "I still love you, mom. Please don't give me shit for this."

She eyed him for a few seconds. "Fine"

"And don't give her shit for this. Especially not now. She doesn't need that."

"Fine." She grabbed his cheeks and stared at him. "Do you love her?"

"Yes."

"How much?" He couldn't help the smile spreading in his face and his moms smiled as well. "I might forgive you when you give me tall blue eyed grandkids."

"For fucks sake mom!"

She grabbed him and gave him a kiss. "I want two from you and her!"

"Mom!" He grabbed her shoulders and he saw the kill look in her eyes and instead of what he wanted to say he kissed her cheek. "I love you."

"Good boy." She patted his cheek and turned around to walk out of the room.

Skip took a few deep breaths. That had been a lot easier than he had expected. On the other hand she was probably not finished by far.