Y/N Teller had been gone for a long time. When she finally comes home bruised and bloody the Club would have a hard time cracking her shell fully, well all but maybe one.
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Gemma stood staring at the beaten up girl laying on the couch inside the bar. Clay stood solemnly next to her looking at the girl with sad eyes. Several men walked into the bar with raised voices as they joked and talked amongst themselves. Clay was instantly in front of them, silencing them quickly before they woke the girl. When Jax spotted her he tried to move towards her but Clay stopped him. He signaled to be followed to a room where they held church whispering to keep quiet as they moved. He looked back to Gemma and shared a look before moving in behind the guys and shutting the door. Clay sighed as he still faced the door, preparing to tell the guys what was happening. Jax was growing impatient as he watched Clay move to sit at the head of the table. "Why is my sister laying beaten on that couch Clay?" Jax asked coldly, not understanding what was happening. Clay only stared at his hands, not knowing how to answer him. "Look we don't know what happened to her, she showed up while everyone was gone and didn't tell us what happened," Clay looked up with unshed tears in his eyes. Jax softened some, never having seen Clay cry. "What we do know is, is that whatever happened is bad. Some ground rules, don't ask, don't push, and just be there for her," he explained in a quiet voice, "I've never seen her like that not even as a kid." No one said a word, simply nodding to let him know they understood.
They finished talking and when they walked out they saw the girl cradled in Gemma's arms. They could tell Gemma had been crying, but had fallen asleep holding her. It made Clay's blood boil seeing his girls so broken. He wanted to know who caused this so he could rip someone's head off. Jax watched Clay walk out silently before turning to the guys with instructions to make sure the Queen and Princess of SAMCRO weren't disturbed. Jax could hear pounding as he made his way to the garage. He signaled to Tig and Chibbs to hang back as he made his way in knowing Clay wouldn't want the club seeing him like this. As Jax got closer and made his way to the side door, the bangs got louder and he could hear things scattering across the floor. Suddenly it got quiet and as Jax opened the door. He could hear quiet sobs as he moved inside and shut and lock the door. He turned and saw Clay on his knees crying and slumped. Clay and Jax may not always agree but one thing you can count on is that girl was Clay's little girl, blood or not.
Jax kneeled down as Clay began to settle. "We find out what happened and who caused this, then we kill 'em," he said voice eerily quiet but stern. Jax stood and held out his hand, anyone outside of the Club wouldn't know this was a peace offering. Clay took Jax's hand and stood giving him a nod as they then moved to leave the garage. As they walked out Jax told two prospects to go clean up the garage, they walked past everyone back inside. The others followed Jax and Clay to the bar and watched as they moved behind it and grabbing glasses and a bottle of whiskey. They poured the glasses and then quickly drank them almost in sync. The guys stared at them confused never really having seen them last longer than 5 minutes without being at each other's throats. It didn't matter anymore whatever it was they had been arguing about, at this point everything was on hold until after they got there hands on whoever hurt their princess.
