Disclaimer - I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights belong to Kurt Sutter.

Summary - The unknown daughter of Filip 'Chibs' Telford; comes to Charming looking for her Father. Will she fit into the world of SAMCRO, only time will be able to tell?

Author Note - I am so sorry for not uploading a new chapter for a while, my life got kind of busy with work and family; but I have created a schedule for not only updating this story, but for the others I have been inspired to write.

Anyway I hope you enjoy this new chapter, despite its lateness.

Key -

'Inner Thoughts'

"Spoken Conversation, Song Lyrics etc"

** Grave Inscriptions, Text Messages, Emails, Journal Entries etc**

Chapter One - A Decision Is Made & Goodbyes Are Said

Lydia

**In Loving Memory Of

Imogene Rose Harris

1969 - 2007

'A magnificent woman did God produce, a devoted mother did he create, and now she is gone a wonderful angel she will make' **

"Hi Mum" I whispered in greeting, as I bent down to replace the withered flowers on her grave with a bunch of her favourite flowers; yellow roses, which I freshly brought on my way here.

"I guess you're wondering why I'm here again so soon...well to tell you the truth...I've come to say goodbye for a little while…" I carried on informing my mother as I moved from my bent position to a more comfortable sitting position on the newly damp grass, from this morning's light shower of rain. Placing the wilted flowers in my hand, gently on the ground beside me I shifted around a bit, to get comfortable enough for the long awaited chat I needed to have with my Mum.

"I've decided to go find him...I've decided to go find my Dad... I mean you've been gone for over a year, and there is still this lingering emptiness inside of me that just won't go away...I know it never will, because you were my mum, you are my mum; you know and I miss you so much...but maybe finding him...and getting to know him will help me find some sort of peace...some kind of way of helping me get my life back on track you know." I rambled on, not truly knowing just what to say, I guess that was something we both had in common; the ability to just randomly blurt out what was on our mind, with the hope it would make sense to whoever we were talking to at the time.

"I also know your properly jumping up and down on those fluffy clouds of yours...shouting 'yes, yes go and find him'; cuz that's just you...you would always get so over excited about the strangest of things, you ended up resembling a toddler on a sugar rush...did you know that " I said, looking up into England's never-ending, daunting grey skies; with a small smile on the edge of my lips.

"At least you're gonna be happy that I have finally decided to go find him, that I won't be as alone as you thought I would be...Jenna on the other hand won't be as animated as you at the thought of me leaving...but wish me luck anyway, yeh" I said with a little giggle, as I stood up.

Leaning back down I pick up the wilted flowers, to throw away on my way out of the cemetery. I then turn back towards my mother's head stone, place my fingers to my lips and place a kiss on them, and then I laid the hand with the kiss on it, to my mum's grave as a final parting. Then I shook the little bits of grass I had gathered on my jeans from sitting on the damp grass for so long, and started walking back the way I came.

"What do you mean you're leaving?" Jenna said, with bewilderment in her voice.

"Just what I said about twenty times before, I'm leaving to go find my dad" I replied in an annoyed tone of voice, frustrated from having to keep repeating myself.

"Your Dad...your leaving ENGLAND...practically leaving your entire life here...to go find the man who knocked your mum up, like...I dunno twenty years ago " she practically screamed at me. I could almost see the steam coming out of her nearly red ears now.

"He didn't know...he still doesn't know, that's kind of why I have to find him...I want him to know I exist...I want to meet him, I want to get to know him." I started shouting back at her, my frustration, turning to anger, turning back to frustration just as quickly.

"What if he doesn't want to get to know you...what then?"

"Then nothing..." I replied back to her, as I made my way into the living room to sit down on the sofa, because this conversation was starting to tire me out more than I expected it to.

"What does that even mean...?" Jenna asked, as she too came in to the living room, leaving no doubt in my mind that this topic of conversation was far from being over.

"It means, I did what I set out to do...I found him, informed him of my existence and gave him the opportunity to get to know me as not only a person...but as his daughter as well, and if that isn't enough, I come home and carry on with my life...there isn't much else I can do is there " I said on the verge of breaking down.

"Dia..." Jenna whispered, finally sensing just how much this entire situation was taking out of me; both emotionally and physically. She moved further into the room and sat on the sofa next to me, and pulled me into a hug; that's when I finally let go, let the emotional walls I had built break, and just let myself cry.

"Oh Dia...I'm sorry...I'm being completely selfish aren't I...Doing what I do best, only thinking of how you leaving would affect me." she asked me in a broken voice.

"No...yourrr right" I hiccupped.

"I'm right" she asked in wonder.

"yeh...I mean...whyyyy woulld heee wannnt to me...meet me" I sobbed out.

The fear of rejection was something I always came to associate with going to find him. I mean it's been twenty years of blissful ignorance for him. Why would he suddenly want to get to know a girl claiming to be his daughter from a fling; a brief fling with a woman he properly doesn't even remember? I was startled back in to realty by hearing Jenna once again start talking to me.

I take that back, make that lecturing me.

"Okay, now I know your totally mental...Why on earth would you think that...your my best friend...your bloody brilliant and he would be incredibly lucky to meet you...let alone call you his daughter" she carried on in a very frantic manner, waving her arms in every possible direction; not even realizing she had pulled away from the hug she was giving me, to stand up and start pacing in front of the TV stand. Leaving me sitting on the sofa in total surprise had just how quickly the situation had been flipped around. Her being against me not going, to her wondering what makes him so perfect that he wouldn't want me in his life in the first place.

The attention span of a goldfish, this one. But you have got to love her loyalty. Best friend indeed, I thought with a happy smile.

"Yeah...totally lucky to call you his daughter and if he doesn't want to be a part of your life...well then who needs the bloody sod" she carried on.

"Jen...Jen...Jenna" I shouted out her name, trying in vain to get her attention.

"JENNA" I shouted again even louder than before, thankfully this time I was able to gain her attention.

"Whhhat" she replied startled.

"So"

"So…"

"You really think he would want to meet me?" I asked her.

With a smile on her face, she turned fully to face me and said "Yeah I think he really would..."

"But I am still totally 100% against you moving to America..." she said, folding her arms and putting a pout on her lips; like a little kid who wasn't allowed a cookie before dinner.

"Moving" I said in confusion, "Jen, I'm not moving...I'm going to meet him and if he wants to get to know me, and that's a big if; then I would properly spend a week or two there...I wouldn't be there forever...whatever gave you that bloody idea" I said not even trying to hide the humor from my voice, and outright laughed at her.

"You're not moving..."

"Nope" I said still laughing.

"Oh"

"Yes oh..."

"Well then, let's get you packed..." she said, before marching into my bedroom.

So with Jenna's last words lingering in my mind, I stood up from the sofa to follow her into my bedroom, inside the shared flat we had in London, to help her pack my things for my trip across the pond.

Author Note - To all of you who have reviewed, favoured and followed the first chapter of this story; you gave me the encouragement I needed carry on writing. Thank You.

Tialynn Rose