Killers not-so baby girl
Summary: A sequel to 'Killers baby girl', this is a collection of one-shots throughout the years of Bramty growing up within the club. Set before season 1 has started but I have included some of the details like Donna's death and the birth of Abel and Thomas early on. This version Donna, Kenny and Ellie die in a car crash. Tara never left town and she is the mother of Abel and Thomas who are similar age to Bramty. Clay is also more of a family man then in the TV series.
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Chapter 38
Bramty - Age 18
Bramty suddenly regretted joining all these clubs during school. She had done it cause class was really boring and the more she joined; the less she had to attend actual classes. On graduation day it was especially shitty considering she had more performances to do than anyone else.
Just thinking about it had her ready to pull her hair out.
"You ready baby girl?" Daddy asked and Bramty nodded smiling and tucking herself under his arm as they walked down to the bar where everyone else was waiting to head over to the school.
"Ain't gonna be room for anyone else" Bramty smiled at the horde of bikers and Old Ladies.
If you were connected to SAMCRO in any way, then you were expected to be here today.
Dad smirked at her and shrugged, he was proud, it was written all over his face and it made her happy to see him this proud of something she had done.
Once they got to the school the group all dismounted their bikes and met with the Old Ladies and children who'd ridden in the cages.
"Juice get that goddman camera outta my face before I shove it so far up your ass you choke" Bramty hissed when Juice zoomed in on her and Dad getting off the bike - if she knew Juice at all, that clip would be turned into something that looked like it belonged in an action film.
"Be nice" Dad warned and Bramty kissed his cheek smiling innocently.
She was about to say something when the cheerleading team surrounded her firing questions at rapid speed. She glared and they quickly shut up.
Clay snorted behind her and she smirked at him choosing to ignore the fact they were still being filmed. "Why'd you sign up for this?" The President asked
Brittany answered first even though he hadn't been talking to her, "Cheer is for peppy people who need a pep outlet"
Bramty rolled her eyes at the blonde bimbo, "Or people who wanted to see how fun it could be to drop blonde bimbo's on their heads without getting suspended for it" the bikers all laughed loudly as she walked away with the girls. "Juice?"
Juice looked like Christmas had come early and followed them out to the hall for practice. She had cheer performance, choir and then dance squad performances"
Bramty was really hoping this would be more fun then stressful.
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Happy smirked when the ceremony started and he saw Bramty take her seat in the front row; the honour students section.
His baby girl was graduating top of her class in all subjects and she was getting a fuck ton of awards for the extra activities she'd done through her schooling.
And what made him even prouder was that she was up there, not in something fancy, but a SAMCRO shirt.
A real fuck you to all the uppity parents who think nobody in the club can be anything but a criminal.
As the ceremony started everyone took their seats, this place was packed all to see the graduating class of 2017. Students looked either bored or excited and the teachers looked like they wanted to be anywhere but here.
After the principle greeted everyone with some long ass and boring speeches the students were called up on to the stage one by one in alphabetical order.
"Let's give our student of the year a warm welcome - Bramty Lowman" the principle announced and all of SAMCRO erupted into loud cheers and whistles as his baby girl walked up onto the stage shaking hands with the principle.
"Bramty Lowman is our honours student of the year. Bramty participates in school functions and groups - breaking more state records than anyone else her age ever has, she has maintained straight A's her entire highschool career" The principle stood there for 5 minutes announcing each award his baby girl was being presented with and fuck was it more then even he had expected.
"Now, as our honour student she will be making a speech to her classes"
Happy frowned wondering if Bramty had known about this speech cause she hadn't said anything to him about it?
Bramty stepped up to the microphone and smiled looking over at him and everyone else.
"When they told me I was going to be presenting this speech I asked what the hell they wanted me to say for 5 whole minutes? I was given a question; how did I get myself to achieve everything I have?... But I didn't - I wasn't alone. SAMCRO. It was my very unconventional family that got me to where I am today. Hell without my father I wouldn't be standing here today at all, but I am, and it's cause of them. I know this isn't the speech everyone wanted me to write or present today, it's not promoting the school facility or the teachers, it's not me telling you every award I've ever gotten but I think what I'm saying is more important... cause it's a thank you. So, Thank you guys cause I wouldn't have any of this without each and every member of SAMCRO to help me... I love you"
Happy was fighting off tears at his daughters speech and by the looks of it so was everyone else.
Gemma had a tear streaming down her face that Juice caught on camera and will probably be destroyed very soon when the Matriarch finds out. Tara was openly crying along with some of the other club women who'd shown up today. All the men looked like they were furiously blinking back tears.
Only his daughter could bring grown men to tears!
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Family barbeque at Gemma and Clay's house went great and Bramty had rid herself of that cap and gown glad to be with her family celebrating.
They were all telling her how proud they were how much they loved her all night.
Bramty didn't mind though, usually she wouldn't be one for showing that much emotion but today it just felt like the day for emotions.
Clay kissed her forehead wrapping her in a hug, "You did us proud today kiddo"
Bramty smiled hugging him back, "Thanks Clay"
The President smiled and nodded handing her a beer. They sat down on some of the chairs. "So, what's the plan? You going off to collage now?"
"Nah" Bramty grimaced and the man laughed, everyone knew how much she hated school despite the fact she was naturally smart. "I was thinking I could work at the garage maybe? I mean I can get a legit job somewhere else but I was hoping I'd still be able to stay in the clubhouse?"
Clay nodded, "Course kiddo. I probably would have asked you to stay. These men, with the way we live we all need someone to pull our heads out of our asses and nobody does it quite as well as you do"
She laughed loudly at that but kissed Clay's cheek and smiled thankfully at the man.
He wasn't wrong though.
The way Daddy and the guys all live is dangerous and if they let themselves get in their own head too much, it'll get them hurt. Or killed. They also need some comfort when they do something that doesn't sit well with them and often their brothers just cant help the way she can.
"Well it's the only place I wanna be" she relaxed into the chair drinking the beer.
"How's the arm?"
Bramty shrugged, "It's a lot better but it still feels off, Y'Know?" Clay nodded in understanding, it had been a little while since she was shot in Tacoma and her arm had heeled but it still felt different.
She had a nice scar from getting shot too, since she'd taken hours to patch it up.
Looks kinda nasty but there want shit she could do about it now...
"Lee and Boss told us what you did for them up in Tacoma" Clay stated and she quirked a brow but nodded. "You stepped up. Did what Boss couldn't even stomach and the info you got ended that war before it even started"
Bramty smiled, "That's good. It sounded promising"
"How are you feeling about everything that happened with that?" he asked
"With what?" Bramty frowned in confusion before she realised what he meant and she nodded with a smile. "Oh, doesn't bother me" she shrugged, "I told Dad and Koz everything after and they weren't too mad so that was all good, but if your asking if I feel bad or if I've got some guilt... I don't"
Clay stared at her for a minute and Bramty met his stare before the President nodded, "Your a better Son than a few I've seen"
Bramty sighed, "Yeah but I don't got a dick so I can't never be a Son"
"Don't mean you can't ever help the club with shit. You got all of our trust" Clay said and she froze turning to look at him, her eyes searching his face for any kind of joke.
"Your serious?" she asked and he nodded "Then whatever you need done, I'll do"
Clay nodded again and stood smiling before walking off to talk to Tig.
Bramty really fucking hoped all that shit meant that Clay had something in mind for her to do.
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