Bonding

Abel P.O.V

I couldn't tell my parents about the phone call with Rachel or the news she gave me. They would be so disappointed, and I was just getting thing's back on the right track with my dad. I didn't want to ruin that, so I kept my problems to myself and acted as normal as possible.

I have spent the last two days with my dad working on the bike and it's been great. I'm really looking forward to spending time with him while we are away. We are going to visit Charming and dad promised to tell me all about his life there, he said he hopes it brings us closer.

Today I am finishing up the paint job on the bike before leaving tomorrow. I went with black and red with tints of purple through it.

"You all set, baby boy?" My mom asked as I pulled my mask off and gave her a smile.

"Yeah, just putting the finishing touches on it before we leave tomorrow." Mom walked over and inspected the bike.

"Looks good son, you did a great job on it." I couldn't help but smile at her praise.

"I couldn't have done it without Dad." I saw her face light up. I knew she was over the moon that we were getting along.

"I better go pack, don't want to forget anything." I walked up to my room with mom following me. I knew she wanted to talk.

"How're things with Rachel?" I wasn't prepared for that and I know she saw me stiffen.

"Yeah, we're good thanks."

"Abel Jackson Teller, don't lie to your mother." I could hear the anger in her voice at my lie. I huffed and sat on the bed with my head in my hands. I broke down and told her everything. By the time I was done, I was a sobbing mess.

"I'm sorry ma, I'm so bloody sorry. I should have been more careful, but it was only one-time and... and... " I couldn't get any more out as the tears came back. My mom sat beside me and pulled me into a hug.

"Hush baby, it's okay. We will work with it. It's all going to be okay. Why don't you take this time away to think of everything? Maybe after talking with your dad everything will be clearer. Your dad has something important to tell you. I just hope you don't hate us for it." She said as she stroked my hair.

"I could never hate you Ma, I promise." I said as I started to drift to sleep.

Jax P.O.V

We were packed and ready to go, we loaded the bikes and said our goodbyes. We were now on the road to Charming. Hmm, Charming somewhere I long to be and the one place I ran from.

I knew I had to go back; I couldn't do the double life anymore. I love my sons with everything in me but Charming is where I belong. I just hope that when it comes to it Abel will stay with me. I would have brought Tommy too, but he is only 15 and Tara would never hand him over. I can only hope she lets him visit.

Abel P.O.V

There was something off about my dad before we left but I couldn't put my finger on it. I pushed it to the side for now and enjoyed the open road. Before long we were pulling into a garage called TM, I looked at the sign to see it stood for Teller-Marrow. I could already tell this would be a vacation on stories and hiding lies.

"Why is this place named after us?" I asked not expecting an answer, dad smiled at me.

"Because son, my father opened this place before he died." I felt my jaw drop but since he was being honest, I didn't stop my questions.

"What's the Marrow part about?" I saw his face drop but he answered.

"Marrow and is in Clay Marrow son, he was my father's best friend until he murdered him so that he could marry my mother." I felt myself pale and my father saw it.

"Don't worry son, that's all in the past. Nothing for you to worry about. I don't want to scare you, but I want you to know the truth about my past. The good and the bad. Feel free to ask anything you want, and I promise you will get a truthful answer." I nodded before asking.

"Were you a member of the club? Is that how you know them?" My father nodded his head toward the bench and we both sat down.

"Your grandfather John Teller was the founder of the Sons of Anarchy. He was their president with Clay as his V.P. I was dubbed the Prince of SOA when I was born, which was later passed to you when you came along. It was my job to carry on the legacy my father created. When I was 16, I prospected for the club. I was then a member until I was 34 before I left with you." I couldn't believe it; I was the grandson of the man who founded the biggest motorcycle club in the world. That was, WOW, a lot to take in.

"So, what is it they do?" I couldn't stop from asking.

"They own a few things, the garage, some tattoo shops, a pub, a porn studio and an escort place. There's some illegal stuff as well but it's not my place to tell you that." Dad said. I nodded but before I could ask any more, I heard a woman shouting on my dad.

I looked up to see her walk out of the office of the garage. She was older with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles. She came over and hugged my dad.

"You telling outsiders our secrets again?" she asked. I felt my anger boil up. How dare she interrupt our conversation and then have the nerve to call me an outsider, what was this The Lion King?

"Hey ma, I know you won't recognize him, but you remember your grandson Abel." I saw the woman's, apparently, my grandmother, face light up at the mention of my name. She turned to me.

"Let's have a look at you boy, my god you look like your father except for the piercings and black hair." She turned and swatted my dad's arm.

"Jackson how could you let him do that to himself?" The anger boiled over, and I saw my dad pale, at my clear anger, before I burst out.

"Excuse me, who do you think you are? Don't hit my dad or think you have the right to butt into our conversation and don't assume to think I asked his fucking permission to get my piercings or dye my hair. I'm 16 not fucking six. I can make up my own mind, thank you very much. I don't need my father or absent grandma's telling me what I can and can't fucking do. If you don't like who I am then go fuck yourself because I'm not changing to fit into, your neat little box." With that I walked over to Chibs who I had found out was my godfather.

The guys just looked at me, some in shock, some in awe or in Happy's case pride, at my blow-up ay my newfound grandmother.

Jax P.O.V

After Abel lost it with her, I saw Gemma's face fall, she was still the same woman just older. She still wanted to control everyone and everything around her.

"Sorry ma, he has had a lot going on and is blowing easy lately, but he is right. I let him be his own person. I don't want him hating me because I tried to control his life growing up and you had no right to try and make him feel bad about who he is.

He's not me and he won't bend every way just to please you, so get it in your head now." I saw her nod at me but could see she was upset about not getting her own way. There was nothing I could do about that; Abel is who he is, and no one will change him. His outburst did confirm one thing though, something was wrong, and I was going to find out what.

Walking over to him I called at him.

"Abel, can we talk?" Abel turned to look at me with a smile.

"Sure dad, what's up?"

"I'm just wondering what's wrong? It normally takes more than that to make you blow a fuse."

"Yeah, sorry about that, I'm just having some problems with Rachel and I guess I was just upset about her interrupting my time with you." He said sheepishly, I smiled at him

"No worries son, what problems are you having with Rachel?"

"We broke up after a fight. Figured I'd use this time away to think about it."

"That's a good idea son." I said and watched as he went back to talk with Chibs and Happy.