Clara let out a delighted squeal as Bobby embraced her lifting her up in the air. She couldn't help but to feel like a little girl again locked in her Uncle's tight embrace. Her Uncle Bobby had always been the one person on the planet who could make her feel safe no matter how chaotic the world around her was.

Bobby reluctantly put Clara down stepping back a bit and taking her hands in his. He held them out studying her all too thin frame as he spoke. "Let me get a look at you doe eyes."

Bobby let out a sigh not helping but to notice that his niece looked rather frail. It was clear that the past two stressful years had taken their toll on her.

He kept this observation to himself as he spoke up a paternal tone to his voice. "I still can't get over how much you've grown up. It seems like just yesterday you were running around making mud pies in the backyard."

She grinned as Bobby released her hands unable to stop himself from embracing her again. She squeezed him back as she spoke up completely joking as she mentioned the mud pie comment. "That was yesterday."

"Very funny. Glad to see you still have that chutzpah." Bobby remarked an amused tone to his voice as he released her.

She smirked laughing at the word, already knowing that it was basically Yiddish for being a smart ass. "Well I did learn from the best."

Though her mother hadn't really practiced Judaism once she'd reached adulthood, Clara had managed to learn a little bit about it.

She'd learned both Hebrew and Yiddish from her Uncle Bobby and a few other various relatives on the Munson side.

Clara was often surprised that she still remembered a few phrases in Yiddish considering it had been years since she'd been around anyone who spoke it.

Not to mention the fact that she wasn't a practicing Jew. She often described herself as being spiritual when anyone asked her about her religious views.

To be honest she considered herself to be more Agnostic than anything else. She only included the word spiritual because she enjoyed learning about the religions of the world.

Clara had always said that if she hadn't of decided to become a business major she would loved to have taken some courses in religious studies.

She struggled not to look embarrassed as her uncle made his way over to her sad little station wagon.

The prominent dent on the passengers' door had been there since she'd bought the car. The cherry red paint was chipped and fading and the rear window had a distinct crack down the center of it.

As the niece of a mechanic she'd always been taught to take care of her vehicles.

Money had obviously been tight though. There was no way she could afford a decent mechanic.

The only reason Clara had purchased the car in the first place was because the car had been dirt cheap. Clara knew that in her predicament that she really didn't have the right to be picky or complain about the damage to the station wagon.

She was relieved that her uncle didn't mention the poor state of her car as he lifted one of her suitcases out of the trunk. He spoke up giving her a tight smile. "I've got the guest room all set up for you. I know you're tired after your trip."

Clara wasn't surprised to find that her uncles home hadn't changed since the last time she'd visited.

The home was still filled with antiques and most notably a big china cabinet filled with a few small pieces of taxidermy and oddities. Her uncle had always had a personal taste that was both elaborate and at times eccentric.

Clara was relieved to see that the walls in the guest room were still a plain white unlike the rest of the house which was painted in shades of crimson, royal blue, and a deep rich gold color.

Bobby placed her suitcase on the floor beside the iron cast twin bed. "I'll let you get to bed. Be prepared to get up early I've got a job interview for you."

"A job interview?" Clara questioned shocked to hear this.

She'd been a bit concerned about what she would do for a living once she arrived in Charming. She'd planned on perhaps applying for a few jobs at one of the gas stations in town or the grocery stores as a cashier.

"Yeah Gemma's looking for an extra set of hands in the office at TM. I told her about your business experience and she wants you to come in and have a talk with her."

Clara felt a lump begin to develop in the back of her throat at the mention of the Queen of Samcro.

To be honest she'd hoped that she could avoid Clay and Gemma a long with a few choice members of the club for as long as possible. It seemed though that fate or perhaps her uncle's interferences weren't on her side.

She wouldn't be able to escape Samcro if she was being shoved right in the center of it all.

She was tempted to tell her Uncle no thanks. She was tempted to insist that she'd find her own job.

Guilt quickly kicked in though. Her uncle hadn't had to find her a job, she told herself. Be thankful.

She cleared her throat in an attempt to make the lump disappear. She did her best to hide the uncertainty she felt as she put on the most convincing smile she could summon the strength to give. "Okay then. I guess I'll hit the hay."

Bobby gave Clara a quick peck on the cheek as he spoke up clearly so happy to have his neice here. "Good night, love you doe eyes."

As soon as the door was closed leaving her alone Clara fell back on the tiny twin bed letting out a huff as she landed. She stared up at the popcorn ceiling trying her hardest to fight back the waves of anxiety she felt rolling in her gut.

She thought of fishing her cell phone from her purse and calling Victoria. She really could use a good pep talk at the moment. She knew though that Victoria was more than likely already fast asleep at this hour.

She made the decision to try to call Victoria tomorrow morning. Maybe she could get the last minute words of encouragement she needed.

For now all she could do was try to shove this job interview out of her head and attempt to actually get some sleep.

Clara did her best to keep her wits about her as she got dressed and did her makeup the next morning.

She settled on wearing a bright sunny yellow fifties style sundress that Victoria had given her. Victoria always insisted that the yellow made Clara's eyes pop.

Clara couldn't help but to feel though that the strappy full skirted sundress looked far better on Victoria's body that it did on her own.

It seemed to Clara that Victoria at least had the perfect curves to rock the dress. At least it disguised her gigantor hips Clara thought feeling bitter about her own appearance for at least the millionth time in her life.

Clara brushed out her choppy dark hair pleased to see that it was agreeing to curl naturally at the ends for once without her having to fuss with it too much.

She did her makeup lightly choosing to simply wear foundation, some translucent powder, mascara, and her favorite Revlon fire engine red lipstick.

She strapped on a pair of very low black wedged sandals she'd bought on sale back in Vegas relieved to see that the white nail polish on her toes wasn't chipped like the red polish on her fingernails.

She studied her reflection in the large mirror Bobby had hung over the mahogany dresser, hoping that she wasn't too overly dressed.

She knew that she probably did overdo it with her outfit, but she figured she might as well go big or go home.

After all she always felt her best when she dressed nicely.

She was disappointed she hadn't been able to reach Victoria this morning.

Clara guessed that Victoria had already left for work. Victoria worked as a waitress at her father's first Korean Barbeque restaurant, while she worked the rest of the time as an intern helping design clothing at a specialty gown shop in downtown Vegas.

Clara knew that she shouldn't be surprised that her friend was so hard to get ahold of. Victoria defiantly had a busy schedule.

Clara was a little jealous of her best friend to be honest. Victoria had accomplished so much and Clara felt so stuck.

Clara knew that if she hadn't been such a fool and dropped out of college when Mitch had convinced her too, that she'd probably be deep in her schooling and possibly have a real career by now.

She shook her head reminding herself that it wasn't too late for her.

Everyone moved at their own pace in life.

She would find her way, she reminded herself.

Clara left the guest room and made her way to the kitchen. She wasn't shocked to see her uncle bent over at the open stove humming to himself.

She was grateful that Bobby said nothing about her appearance as he stood up an glanced back at her.

She sat at the little round dining room table knowing that Bobby was a fantastic cook. She'd always loved his food.

She smiled as Bobby scooped a hot muffin from the tin he'd just pulled from the oven, placing it in a napkin before placing it in front of her.

He spoke far too cheerful at this hour of the morning. "I made your favorite muffin, pumpkin cinnamon spice."

Clara took a small bite from the muffin knowing that it was safe to eat since it was still early. Her uncle had always had a strict no pot before nine rule.

She was handed a cup of coffee as Bobby spoke. "Eat up we have to leave soon if we want to get there on time."

Clara suddenly felt her appetite disappear as she heard this.

She took a big swig from her coffee cup as she prayed to who or whatever was out there listening to please let her survive Gemma.

Chibs raised an eyebrow as he looked up from his spot in the garage seeing Bobby pull in on his bike. It wasn't Bobby that shocked him though it was the shitty looking station wagon following Bobby.

Chibs widened his eyes as the drivers door to the station wagon opened revealing a familiar brunette.

Chibs was shocked to see that Clara would be driving such a piece of junk. He guessed it made sense though considering what had happened to her.

Chibs did his best to hide the fact that he'd been watching Clara as Juice walked up beside him. Juice spoke up clearly curious about the attractive woman following Bobby towards the garage. "Whose the girl?"

Chibs tore his eyes away from Clara a sour look developing on his face. He was somewhat irritated to realize that Juice was so obviously interested in Clara.

"Bobby's niece Clara." Chibs replied forcing himself to turn his attention back to his toolbox and feign disinterest.

Juice frowned thrown off guard by the comment. When he'd heard that Bobby had a niece he'd honestly pictured a female version of Bobby. This Clara girl was no Bobby.

Juice gave Clara his flirtiest grin as she and Bobby approached Chibs and he.

Bobby spoke up a look of pride on his face. "Clara you remember Chibs. I don't know if you remember Juice though. Juice was barely a prospect the last time you were here I think."

Juice was quickly disappointed as he realized that Clara completely overlooked his best bedroom eyes, her gaze locking on Chibs.

Clara felt her heart pound as she fixed her eyes on Chibs. He was just as handsome as she remembered him being, though he'd gained a little weight with age.

She closed her eyes realizing that she couldn't just gawk at him like some starry eyed school girl.

She tore her eyes from him raising an eyebrow as she studied the man who went by the name Juice. She knew that the guys in the club went by nicknames but Juice was a strange name to pick.

Juice couldn't be much older than her and if he was he didn't show it. He was fit. Clara was sure that if Victoria were here she'd be fawning over his muscles.

She kept her eyes locked on Juice's trying to ignore the two large tribal tattoos on either side of his mohawked head. The tattoos made her think of the tribal tattoo Mitch had on his right bicip.

She'd always hated that stupid tattoo. It wasn't even something he'd put very much thought into. It was just something he'd picked off the wall in some tattoo parlor on the strip.

The memory made her feel a little sick to her stomach. It seemed that anytime she allowed herself to think of her ex she felt like projectile vomiting.

"It's nice to meet you. I don't really remember if we've met before...Juice." She blurted out giving Juice a relaxed friendly smile.

Juice leaned in taking Clara's outstretched hand in his shaking it eagerly. "It's good to meet you too."

He released her hand as Chibs finally tore his eyes from his tool box realizing that he was coming of as rude.

He took Clara's hand in his not helping but to appreciate how silky and tiny it felt in his calloused hand. "Nice ta see ya again lass."

He let his eyes scan her body for a short moment not helping to love how she somehow looked both sweet and sultry in the sundress she was wearing. Yellow defiantly looked good on her.

He looked back up at her dark eyes quickly hoping that she and no one else hadn't noticed the fact that he was practically undressing her with his eyes.

"You too Filip." Clara replied her cheeks flushing as she realized she'd called Chibs by his actual name instead of just Chibs.

Neither Chibs nor she had the time to comment on this as Bobby placed his hand on Clara's back. "I better get you to Gemma. She's expecting you."

Clara and Chibs reluctantly released each other's hands. Clara feeling nervous and Chibs feeling a mix of attraction and anxiety.

He'd never thought the sound of his own name could sound so sweet. No one called him Filip, no one around here at least. Well the policed called him Filip but it sure as hell didn't affect him the same way it did when Clara had said it.

Clara swallowed the lump that was rapidly developing in her throat as she realized the blinds in the office were parted revealing a familiar woman, Gemma Teller Morrow.

Clara tried hard not to fidget in her seat as she sat across from Gemma's messy desk.

She felt the way she hadn't felt since she was a child sitting in the principals office knowing that she was in deep shit. Not that she'd gotten in trouble often as a child, but still there had been the occasional slip up.

Gemma seemed to have an aura of intimidation around her.

Gemma peered at Clara through the lenses of her black reading glasses as she spoke. "So are you planning on staying in Charming for a while or are you just stopping through?"

Clara cleared her throat again for the billionth time knowing that Gemma might be trying to sound casual and friendly but she was really just being nosy and well...just Gemma.

"I'm hoping to stay for good. I needed to get out of Vegas." Clara replied her eyes widening as she realized how needing to get out of Vegas sounded.

How much more suspicious and secretive could she sound, she thought.

"Your Uncle says that you were having a rough time in Vegas." Gemma remarked trying to be sly about what she was asking.

Clara tightened her fists knowing just what Gemma meant by a rough time.

"Yes. I want to put that behind me. The only thing on my criminal record is a few parking tickets." Clara stated wanting to make it clear that she wasn't some runaway convict.

Gemma raised an eyebrow surprised by Clara's blunt statement. "You know how to balance books?"

Clara placed her hands in her lap afraid that she might give in to the desire to jump up and run away from this situation. "Yes I'm good at bookkeeping. I majored in Business so I understand how to manage finances as well as interpret financial data. I know how to operate the newest business databases and software. I can type 75 words per minute. "

She couldn't help but to give Gemma a slightly smug smile as she said this.

She knew that this statement had proved that she wasn't an idiot. She knew what she was talking about even if she hadn't gotten her degree.

Gemma wasn't even fazed by Clara's smug smile as she spoke up. "We don't need anything that advanced. I just need someone to help fill out paperwork and occasionally look over the books. I may need you to go on coffee and cigarette runs for the guys on occasion."

Clara tried not to show her disappointment that the job she was basically applying for sounded more like a personal assistant slash secretary job. "I can do all that."

"And I trust that you're as responsible as Bobby says. I don't tolerate laziness and procrastination." Gemma remarked her voice stern enough to show that she meant business.

"And neither do I." Clara replied trying not to be insulted that Gemma was basically implying taht she was looking for an easy paycheck.

"And you can give me your promise that you aren't looking to get into any trouble around here? I have to deal with enough of that shit from these croweaters at the clubhouse." Gemma stated being blunt with her question.

Clara gave Gemma a tight smile attempting to hide the fact that she was offended that Gemma was basically asking her if she was going to be a huge slut. "I give you my word."

Gemma surprised Clara as she reached across the table offering her hand. Clara took it giving it a firm shake as Gemma spoke. "I don't take promises lightly."

Clara kept the tight smile on her face resisting the urge to squeeze Gemma's hand in a less than polite way. "I won't let you down."

"Prove it to me. I'll need you to start first thing next week. I want you here bright and early before we open so I can show you just what I'll need from you." Gemma stated making it clear that she wasn't going to put up with any bullshit.

Clara released her hand the tight smile still etched into her face.

Clara suddenly felt the overwhelming need to slam her head into the nearest wall.

A part of her wondered if she should get back in her car and drive as far away from Charming as she could get.

This was going to be hell.

Clara let out a huff as she left the office only to be ambushed by her uncle. Bobby spoke up oblivious to Clara's sour mood. "So you got the job."

"Yep I start Monday." Clara replied keeping her sentence short as to avoid saying something she might regret.

She let out a sigh as one of the men she had been hoping she could avoid appeared beside Bobby.

Tig had always been one of Clara's mother's least favorite people. It was no secret that he prefered things on the freaky side, and it wasn't just innocent kinks like handcuffs. Nope Tig was into shit most people had never even heard of.

Tammy Munson had always made a point to avoid the man and she hadn't been shy about her reasons when Clara had asked her why.

To be honest Clara wasn't fond of Tig mainly because his oldest daughter Dawn Trager had once elected Clara the president of the little bitty titty committee.

Clara knew that this was an immature reason to hold a grudge especially considering the fact that she had grown into her figure with adulthood, but still the comment had really stung deep at the time.

Tig gave Clara a grin that was more on the side of leering than friendly. "Shit doll you look nothing like Bobby."

Bobby let out a huff not amused by this comment nor the way Tig was staring at his niece.

Clara rolled her eyes at this comment. She opened her mouth ready to tell Tig to shut it.

Clara was surprised as another familiar man walked up to Tig and her uncle. "Yeah thank god for that."

She smirked spotting Jax Teller. "Jackson."

Jax grinned at the girl he'd been forced to babysit many times along with the other younger children of samcro, by his mother. "Hey Clara long time no see."

Clara searched the area expecting to see Opie, after all Jax was rarely anywhere without Opie. "Where's Opie?"

"He's finishing up the last few months of his sentence at Stockton. He's getting out in April. I don't know if he'll be back here." Jax explained knowing that Opie's wife Donna wasn't very fond of club life.

Clara nodded her head feeling extraordinarily awkward all the sudden. She cleared her throat as she changed the subject. "Well it was great to see you all...I better get going though. I need to fill up my car. I'm practically sitting on empty."

"Alright doe eyes. Go get yourself some of that iced coffee crap you love, and go home and relax I've got another surprise for you tomorrow morning." Bobby stated just as cheery as he'd been all morning long.

Clara tried not to groan at the mention of another surprise. She was so tempted to blurt out as sarcastically as possible Great because I loved this one so much.

She kept her mouth shut tight though as she walked away. She knew that there was no way she'd find a soy caramel iced coffee anywhere in Charming.

She was disappointed with this realization; She felt that she completely deserved a sugar rush after this horrible morning.

Clara dreaded to see what else her uncle had planned for her. Could it be worst than this brillliant plan he'd come up with for her to work with Gemma?

She doubted it.

Part of her was tempted to turn down this job. She was so tempted to go out take the first job she found no matter how crappy or low paying it was. Anything would be better than working with Gemma.

She knew though that she couldn't just turn this down. Her uncle was obviously excited about this. She knew that maybe she was being a pushover taking this job just because she knew it would make her uncle happy. He hadn't had to find her a job though, so maybe she did owe it to him to give it her best shot.

And a small part of Clara did want to prove Gemma wrong. She wanted to give the Queen of Samcro a smug smile when it turned out that she was a model employee.

She sighed knowing that proving to Gemma that she wasn't some trampy idiot was well worth putting up with this.

Clara climbed into her car flipping on the stereo to one of Victoria's mix tape CDs.

She took a deep breath letting the sound of Led Zeppelin's All My Love relax her worry frenzied mind.

She was going to ace this she told herself.

No one would make her feel like shit. She wouldn't allow it.

Chibs looked up from his tool box spotting Clara as she climbed into her wreck of a station wagon.

He couldn't help but to admire the way the dress revealed a hefty amount of her cleavage as she climbed into the drivers seat and leaned over messing with the radio.

He let out a grunt as thoughts that he sure as hell shouldn't be thinking about Bobby's niece entered his mind; explicit thoughts of what that cleavage of hers would feel like underneath his hands.

He imagined they'd be just as silky as her hands. He imagined her entire milky body would feel as smooth as silk against him.

He let out a sigh feeling like a total pervert.

Clara didn't need him gawking at her and fantasizing about her. A girl as sweet as her didn't deserve to be some lusty daydream.

Chibs was tempted to sneak off to the clubhouse and find a croweater maybe a short pale brunette. Maybe if he had a quickie with a croweater that resembled Clara he could purge this feeling he got when he looked at Clara Munson.

He knew though that a quick lay with some random croweater would only satisfy him for a short moment.

He shook his head wondering why he was even thinking about this. What was he thinking; croweaters that looked like Clara because there was no way in hell he could ever have the real deal.

It was foolish feeling this way. There was no use entertaining the thought of ever getting anywhere with Clara.

This was all so inappropriate.

Clara was just a friend. She'd never be anything more than a friend.

Even if she did somehow want him it would never work, he told himself. Bobby would slaughter him for ever thinking of putting a fingertip on Clara. Bobby was so protective over Clara.

Chibs let out a sigh reminding himself that he was too damn old for her. She deserved better than him and this life.

Chibs knew that the seed had been planted in his mind though. Clara wasn't leaving his brain anytime soon.

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Chapter Title: Take This Job and Shove it - Originally by Johnny Paycheck