Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or any of the characters in the show. It's the property of Kurt Sutter, Sutter Ink and FX.

I've had quite a few of you asking for more Lemmy and especially Lemmy and Grace chapters. This is one that I've been thinking about for a while and I liked it. It's a short one but I think you'd approve of it anyway. Grace is fifteen.

As always, thank you for all you support and generally being amazing readers!

Fishing Master

Grace was lying on the bank of the river with her jacked under her head and a book in her hands. It was 'A Room With A View'. Her mom had insisted that she read it but so far she found it quite boring. She didn't get it. The main character was a stuck up bitch. She assumed that this was one of those books were everything was so subtle and all of a sudden they revealed how they'd been feeling all along. It would require a second read for her to understand and she found even the first one though.

She sighed and rested the book on her stomach and looked at Peter and Lemmy who were standing a bit further away. The plan had been that she was going to fish with them but they'd only been able to find two fishing rods in Peter's garage and according to Peter this was a thing between men, so he was the one who should fish with Lemmy. The six year old Lemmy had laughed and nodded while grabbing Peter's hand. It was a thing between men.

Grace picked up the book again, with another deep sigh, and kept reading.

"Grace! I got one!" Lemmy yelled and Grace immediately threw down the book and ran towards them. When she reached him she saw a decent sized fish one, hanging at the end of the line. "What do I do now?" he asked.

She knelt down in front of him. "You unhook it."

"How?" Lemmy said with big eyes and looked at the fish flopping around.

"Want me to show you?"

Lemmy nodded so Grace grabbed the fish, unhooked it and put her thumb between the gills and broke the neck. Lemmy gasped.

"You killed it!"

Slightly confused, Grace looked at Lemmy. "Yes?"

"You murdered the fish!" he yelled with a broken voice.

"Baby, what did you think I was going to do?"

"I don't know but not that!" By now he was whaling and big tears were running down his cheeks. He was still holding on to the rod with one hand and he lifted up the other to rub his eyes, almost hiding behind it.

"Lemmy, do you want a hug?" Grace asked. It was always hard to know with Lemmy. It was quite possible that he was mostly angry at her rather than sad. If that was the case a hug could drive him insane.

But it was about the fish and Lemmy nodded while sobbing. She reached for him and pulled him into her lap.

"I'm sorry, Kiddo. I though you knew what I was going to do."

He was still sobbing, deep sobs that shook his entire little body and Grace felt really bad. She didn't mean to make him said.

"I thought we'd make a fire and grill it. I even brought some salt. I think you'd really like it."

The rod was still firmly gripped in his one hand and the other over his eyes but he nodded. "Ok."

"Wanna try and catch a couple more fishes?"

He was still for a while and then he took a deep breath and looked at her. "Ok, but I wanna close my eyes when you kill it."

"Ok," Grace said and gave him a kiss.

He got up again and walked over to Peter. "I'm ready."

"Good. I just saw some ripples on the surface over there so that's where we're gonna throw now. I'll bet you anything you'll be able to catch another one."

"Yeah?" His eyes and cheeks were still wet but he was smiling now.

"Sure. You caught one your first time. You're the fishing master."

"Fishing master Lemmy," he said and rolled up the line. "Where did you see it?"

-o0o-

Lemmy caught one more fish and Peter four. Grace killed, gutted and salted them before they grilled them over a fire. She'd done it loads of times with Peter but this was the first time Lemmy was with them.

There was a slight hesitation before he put the first piece in his mouth but eventually he loved it.

Before they left they put out the fire and poured loads of water on it to make sure it was completely dead. She showed Lemmy how to make sure and explained why it was so important. After leaving the rods and Peter at his house they walked home.

She was holding Lemmy's hand and it was a slow silent walk. It was late, they'd been outside most of the day and were both tired.

"I'm gonna tell mom and dad that I caught two fishes."

"You should. And you should be really proud, that's a really god result for a first timer."

"It is?"

"Very. I don't think me and Peter caught any fish in all of the first summer we fished."

"You didn't?" Lemmy laughed when Grace shook her head. "You sucked!"

"We sure did." That's when Lemmy halted. "What?"

He didn't answer but when she knelt down in front of him he looked at her with big, begging eyes.

"Don't tell dad that I cried when you killed the fish." He looked worried.

Grace took him in her arms and hugged him tight. "I won't."

"Promise!"

"I promise, kiddo." She held his shoulders and looked at him. "You were just surprised. It's not strange at all and dad wouldn't say anything about it."

"I don't want him to know. Or mom."

"I won't tell them. It's between you and me."

"Between sister and brother?"

"Absolutely. It's you and me and we always have each others back." She kissed his cheek. "And you can't tell mom that some of the fish gut spurted on the library book."

Lemmy giggled, "She'd flip."

"She would so you've got my back and I got yours."

He threw his arms around her neck. "I love you, Grace."

"Love you too, Lemmy. Thanks for coming with me today."

Later that night she heard Lemmy tell Happy all about their day, the fishes he'd caught and how good it tasted when he ate it. He didn't say anything about crying or fish gut on the library book. She met Happy at the door when she walked inside and he gave her a kiss.

When she laid down next to Lemmy he whispered. "I didn't say anything."

"I know you didn't. You know how to keep a secret."

She kissed him goodnight and when she was at the door he called for her.

"Can I come with you and Peter again?"

"You know it, Kiddo."

"I don't think fishing is a man-thing so maybe we can buy a third rod?"

"We'll do it tomorrow."

"You're the best big sister in the world."

"Good, that's what I promised you when you were born, Fishing Master."

Lemmy laughed and yawned. "I'm the fishing master."