First Son, Cursed Son

You create us

She steadfastly ignores the buzzing of her phone as she works through science problems. She doesn't even notice that her classmates are looking at her curiously, as her phone keeps going off.

"Excuse me, Ms. Winston." Her teacher says sharply and she looks up. "Could you please silence your device?" She stares balefully at him, then reaches into her bag and pulls her phone out.

"Shit." She swears under her breath when she sees it's not texts she missing, it's calls. Specifically, calls from Chibs, which never mean anything good. She glances up and sees that her teacher is still glaring at her so she stuffs the phone back in her bag and smiles brightly.

"May we resume?" He asks, flipping to a new slide. Willow waves a hand, causing several students to snicker. She fidgets through class, something rare for her. When the bell rings she bolts out the door, darting past everyone.

"Willow?" Camila's questioning voice calls but Willow's already running out the doors, throwing them open with a loud bang and disappearing down the steps. Camila sticks her head out the door, eyebrows furrowed.

"What's going on?" Willow demands, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she puts the car in drive and backs out of her parking stall, narrowly avoiding a truck behind her.

"Are ya comin' ta da club?" Chibs asks her and she doesn't bother to look left or right as she races out of the parking lot.

"I'm on my way right now, but I'm missing my last two classes." She informs him, thinking ruefully that she had tried to stop Jordan from leaving at the exact same time a couple days ago.

"Good lass." Chibs says and there's a tone to his voice that makes Willow's stomach hurt.

"Chibs, is everyone ok?" She asks carefully, fearing the answer. As far as she knows, the club shouldn't be in danger, but she's received unpleasant news midday before. He takes a deep breath.

"Aye, everythin's fine, fer now." He says darkly and Willow accelerates, taking a corner and making her tires squeal. She nearly jumps the curb when she pulls into the yard, slamming on the brakes and leaving the keys in the ignition, racing into the clubhouse. She bursts in and skids to a stop, taking in the scene.

Ken and Piper are standing behind Bowen, Happy, and T.O, all who are using significant strength to hold the two back. Ken's dark hair is messy and he has a slight manic glint in his eyes. Chibs, Tig, Rat, Abel, and a couple hang-arounds sit at the bar, talking lowly. Willow is startled to see that Quinn and Montez are sitting at a table, smoking and watching with interest. She hadn't known they had gotten back from visiting Montez's kids. All the men are staring at the two people in the center of the room.

"Oh, shit." She says loudly when she recognizes Ellie's long blond hair in its customary braid down her back. She's dressed in skintight black jeans, with a tight, low cut white corset top. Her boots are black and extend to mid-thigh. Willow's willing the bet the amount of cleavage she's showing is what sent Ken and Piper into their murderous rage.

She would've lost. She tears her eyes off Ellie and takes a full step back when she fully takes in the man next to her. He's got black hair slicked back and is eyeing his surroundings coolly. He's tall, at least over 6 feet, though his thick biker boots may have been helping that. Most importantly, however, is his kutte. It's black and the patch on the back announces him as a Wild Bunch Forever Rider, another motorcycle club.

"Hi, Willy-Bear." Ellie says cheerfully, glancing over her shoulder and waving at her baby sister.

"Ellie." She says tightly, looking over the scene again, noting all the possible weapons lying around. "Welcome home. Long time, no see."