Chibs | This Life | Tig | Sons Of Anarchy || Book One

The Talk

The next morning Clara had woken up and was preparing to start her day as usual until she heard from a little birdy about what had happened last night at the warehouse Tig and Opie had went to needless to say, Clara wanted to find them both.

They were outside talking to Clay, as soon as Clara seen them she made a be-line right for them. Opie seen her coming and noticed that she looked slightly frantic.

"Are you both alright?"

She asked, looking between both men as she reached up and hugged Opie before switching over and surprising Tig with a hug as well.

"I heard what happened. I'm sorry if I shouldn't have."

Her last part she said looking to Clay while releasing Tig, which he just rolled his shoulders showing that he didn't care either way. He knew that by her staying here she was bound to hear about things that happened -- but Clay knew that his niece was no rat so he had no worries about it.

"Yeah, things got a little hot in there, but I had Tig's back."

Opie said, nodding over to Tig. She looked back at Tig and couldn't help but smile up at him -- he gave her a small one.

"I'm just glad that you're both alright. I'd hate to see either one you dead -- you're both too good lookin' for an early grave."

All four of them laughed at her crappy playful flirtatious joke.

"Yup, you're a Morrow alright."

Clay said with the shake of his head.

"I'll go tell the others what we talked about."

Opie told Clay, giving Clara one last hug before he walked away leaving the three of them there. Clara turned to face Tig and smiled between him and Clay.

"Thank you for having his back, even though you think he is a rat."

She with a small nod. Tig looked like he didn't know what else to say so he only nodded his head. She looked back at Clay and smiled before walking away from both men and allowing them to continue their talking.

Clara walked into the office at Teller-Morrow and over to the seat across from Gemma's desk, which she was busy working away currently.

"Hey baby, you doing okay?"

She asked, picking up her cigarette pack and offering her one -- which she denied with the wave of her hand and a shake of her head.

"Don't smoke?"

"Naw, too much backfire to even wanna try it out."

She told her aunt with a couple of taps to her chest. Gemma looked at her with a small frown.

"You still have Asthma baby?"

"Not really, I've grown out of it for the most part. Unless I get too excited or something scares me I basically have it under control."

"Well that's good at least. We don't need you killing over on us when you just got here."

They both laughed at Gemma's little joke. Clara sighed and laid her head back against the top of the chair. Gemma noticed the strange behavior from her niece and decided to inquire what it was all about.

"What's on your mind?"

Clara looked up from her chair and over to Gemma, who wore a concerned look.

"Just -- just thinking."

She said, a small smile coming to her lips as Gemma raised a brow and moved about in her seat to get more comfortable for this conversation.

"Just thinking has gotta a lotta women in trouble before. Mind sharing what's on your mind, baby?"

Clara just sighed, knowing that she shouldn't even be bring up the conversation with Gemma -- let alone anyone else at the Club. It wasn't as if she was afraid to talk about it, but it was just something she didn't know about the out come of the whole ordeal.

"Well, if you must know -- I'm dreadfully bored."

This caused Gemma to chuckle lightly as she listened to her niece continue.

"And I got to thinking ... I know that things are kind of hot right now with the feds and all, but do you think that there would ever be a chance that I could actually ... you know -- be allowed to tag along on runs?"

Gemma was silent for a moment as she looked at the young woman who sat across from her that was leaned back in her chair. Then she sighed, knowing that some of the boy's would have major ego problems having a woman riding side by side with them on runs -- not to mention just how dangerous it would become for her.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea baby. You know how much Clay worries about protecting you; he's got you on lock down right now doesn't he?"

Clara sighed, knowing where she was going with this conversation -- Gemma was sounding much like her own mother only nicer on the subject.

"Besides, don't you wanna settle down and have kids?"

"No, actually I don't."

She said bluntly, causing Gemma to flinch from the sudden coldness.

"I don't understand why everyone thinks that just because I'm a woman that means that I have to settle down, find an Old Man, get married, have kids -- die without adventure!"

She sighed, feeling the dread piling up on her already after such a simple reply. Gemma sat silent for a moment, it had been a long time since she last seen [Name] and a lot had changed with her. The life had changed her.

"Now, I remember a little girl that went around telling everyone that she was going to be a princess and get married and have twelve babies -- whatever happened to that little girl?"

Gemma asked, smiling as she spoke. Clara turned her head slightly and looked at Gemma with a deep frown before shaking her head and giving her aunt a long sigh.

"The little girl grew up and came into the real world where she was taught that you don't have to be married to have sex and you don't have to be in love to be with someone."

Gemma's mouth dropped slightly as Clara stood up from her seat and leaned over the desk to give her aunt a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for the talk Aunt Gemma."

She said quietly prior to walking out of the office doors. Gemma just sat there and shook her head with a sigh, watching as her niece walked away wearing that old Harley Davidson jacket.