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 have decided to upload this chapter a week earlier that I originally planned, because I am so completely surprised by all the reviews, favourites and following alerts that have been filling my inbox.
This chapter is for all of you, and as always I hope you like it.
Key -
'Inner Thoughts'
"Spoken Conversation, Song Lyrics etc"
** Grave Inscriptions, Text Messages, Emails, Journal Entries etc**
Chapter Two - Welcome To Charming / Meeting Mama Gemma
Lydia
Stepping of the bus; that I had been on since my flight landed in California early this morning, with a sigh. I pulled my black paisley holdall to my side, trying to figure out just exactly what my next step of action should be now that I was here.
Actually here in Charming.
About ten minutes later and still just as unsure, as I was when I got off the bus; and not completely confident in finding my father's current whereabouts and confronting him. I decided it would be safer for me to gather my thoughts and composure in a more secure location, like the Diner on Main Street, than it would be standing like a weirdo in the bus stop.
So with that thought in mind, I pulled my holdall behind me as I started to make my way across the street to the Diner.
The jingling of the bell on the entrance door, informed the current inhabits of the diner; partaking in an early lunch, or a late breakfast of my entry. Feeling suddenly overwhelmed with the number of eyes presently looking at me like a piece of meat, made me pick up me feet and power walk to the nearest empty booth.
Sitting down, I took several deep calming breath and counting down from 100, hoping it would keep me from passing out. If I was like this from strangers in a Diner looking at me, just what would I be like when I actually came face-to-face with him.
"Mum…please…please help me not make a fool of myself when I actually meet him…please"
After saying that little silent prayer, and another five minutes of calming down; I was actually able to reach into the left hand pocket of my dark blue jean shorts; without shaking, for the piece of paper that contained the information I needed to find my father.
** Filip Telford - Member of SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy, Motorcycle Club Redwood Original), Location: Teller-Morrow Garage, Charming, CA. **
Given the circumstances it wasn't a lot to go on; but it was all I had, so I couldn't really complain. I knew he was here, or at least he had been here in the last couple of years according to my Mum's old friend; Mo.
I was then startled out of my intense staring contest with the piece of paper I held in my hand by the presence of the waitress, who was standing off to the side of the booth; I was currently occupying.
Looking up at the waitress I noticed that despite the hustle and bustle of the Diner, that the waitress who according to her name tag was called Mary; seemed as cool and as calm as the California breeze that was blowing through the Diner's air con.
Offering me a sweet smile and talking in what could only describe as a maternal tone of voice she asked me if there was anything she could get me.
"Yes, a cup of tea would be lovely..." I replied, hoping that the smile on my face didn't give away just how truly anxious and exhausted I actually was.
"Oh you're accent...why you must be English..." she said wonder.
"Hmm... yes...is that a problem?"
"Oh honey, no...it's just we don't get many visitors from outside the USA, especially to our quaint little town if you understand...and between you and me, I've been quite drawn to anything remotely English; especially the accent, ever since I saw Daniel Craig as James Bond back in 2006..." she broke of as she started to fan herself with her notepad, as she suddenly became quite flustered.
I couldn't help but smile, and just like that; abruptly out of the blue I wasn't as nervous as I had been 5 minutes ago.
Turning back to the waitress; as I had previously turned away to prevent myself from laughing at her fervent reaction of Daniel Craig, that she had reined herself back into control, just as quickly has she had lost it and apologized, before retreating back to the counter to get me the cup of tea that I had asked for earlier; before I could get a word in edge wise.
In fact I wanted nothing more than to thank her, because of that somewhat embarrassing situation I was able to forget the anxiousness, of the situation I was going to be facing very soon.
"Oh well...I can always thank her when she comes back with my cup of tea..."
After one horrendous cup of tea and an hour of official procrastination; I had finally prepared myself to face my father.
Only problem was, I was still none the wiser of the location of the Garage he was supposed to be at, until I noticed Mary out of the corner my eye and I realized that she was the answer to my current problem.
"Why didn't I bloody think of that earlier, I don't know Charming, but Mary does; she's lived here her entire life...sometimes I can be quite stupid". I thought to myself, as I called Mary over to me.
"Can I help you sugarplum..." she asked with a bright smile as neared my table; pushing the hair that had escaped her bun, behind her ears.
"Yes, I was wondering if you could tell me how to get to the Teller-Morrow Garage."
"Now why do you want to go there..." she asked as the bright smile that was formerly on her face, turned into a frown; and her prior sweet disposition was replaced with surprise and what I can only describe as fear started radiating from her body in waves.
"I'm looking for someone...that's all." I said, trying to placate her.
"It's not a place a sweet young thing like you should visit, but if you really want to know I'll tell you'."
"It is...it really is."
"Okay...but I am doing this despite my better judgment, you understand."
"I understand, and I really do appreciate all your help..." I said with a beaming smile as she went on to tell me exactly where I could find the garage of Teller-Morrow.
After leaving the Diner and once again thanking Mary for all her help, despite all her hesitance in doing so; I walked for about twenty minutes or so, before reaching my destination.
**'TELLER - MORROW
Automotive Repair Shop'**
Looking around, I saw just how big of a place it actually was; it had what appeared to be some sort of clubhouse at the front of the property with large metal gates off to the side; topped with barbed wire; with the actual garage built further to the back.
There also seemed to be a running theme of Grim Reaper wielding some sort of rifle that had a scythe blade on top in one hand, and a crystal ball with a letter 'A' in the other hand highlighted in various places throughout the property alongside the words 'Sons of Anarchy'.
So regardless of how intimidating the Grim Reaper actually was; I carried on walking, in spite of my nerves trying to take hold of me again; because I knew it was now or never.
Reaching what appeared to be the office area; I placed my holdall to the side and knocked on the door, hoping someone was actually there.
Not a minute later I was confronted by a women, who could only be characterized as a leather wearing Xena Warrior Princess; maybe Queen would be more appropriate term of analogy for instead of Princess. Her very presence screamed 'revere me' and I had only being standing here, looking at her for two minutes.
"God help me, if we are ever in the same room for more than ten minutes on our own..."
"Can I help you..." she asked.
"I...Hope...I mean...Oh balls..."
"Of all the bloody times to start stuttering, why did it have to be now?"
Coughing and taking a deep breath I tried talking to her again; only this time trying to appear more confident than I did the first time around.
"Yes actually...Well at least I hope you can...I'm looking for a Filip Telford."
Which immediately set her on edge, why I don't know; but I knew from that instant that this was going to be a very long day, and I hadn't even met my father yet.
"Oh bloody hell..."
"Now why would a girl as young as you be looking for a man of his age...you can't be a Sweet Butt...and your defiantly not a Crow Eater...hell you don't even look old enough to drink a beer, let alone claim to have slept with a Son..." she said sardonically.
"What! Now old on...I have no bloody idea what a 'Sweet Butt' or even what a bloody 'Crow Eater' is and given the context of what you've just said, I am pretty sure I don't want to know..." I said, starting to get incredibly irritated.
"I don't care if she's the bloody Queen of England, she doesn't have the right to insult me or to make assumptions of me...she doesn't even know me, what a bloody cow"
I finished my inner rant, only to carry on with my outer rant; at her Majesty.
"Although you may be right about me not being able to drink, at least whilst I'm here... you shouldn't assume things...because I'm not here looking for Filip because I bloody shagged him...I happen to be looking for him, because I'm his Daughter..." I finished saying, by making sure I but emphases on the daughter aspect of my long winded tirade.
"His Daughter..." she asked taken aback.
"Yes..."
I guess she wasn't expecting that, because her entire attitude did a 360° turn, so instantaneously in fact; I thought I would end up with whiplash.
"You and me need to talk, right now..." she said as she walked backwards into her office, pulling me by the arm and shoving me onto a worn out dark blue sofa, which was swiftly followed by her shutting the office door and turning to look at me as though I was something that needed dissecting.
"Oh well...Let the inquisition begin" I thought and not a second later did the questions start.
Author Note - I hope you enjoyed reading the latest installment of The Scotsman's Daughter.
I would also like to ask whether or not I should do a point of view for Chibs in the next chapter showing his opinion / reaction to having an unknown daughter.
Let me know your thoughts on the subject.
Till next time
Tialynn Rose