Chibs | Sick of being Used | Tig | Sons of Anarchy || Book Three

I Accept

After everyone had reunited with each other Clay had called for Chapel in ten minutes. Clara had pulled away from Tig a while ago, but the man didn't linger far from her. She noticed after about the third time of turning around and finding him right there across from her. She tried to ignore it, knowing that he was just happy to be out, figuring that he was only lingering around her because there were a few crows that were standing close to her.

"We've got a meeting now, I'll see you later."

Chibs said walking up to her side from behind her. He looked at her and she looked at him and nodded. She noticed that Chibs didn't do much else toward her in front of everyone else. She looked away and turned her attention back toward someone else, figuring that she'd wait for the guys to get done with their meeting.

Until there was a hand that clasped on her shoulder, making her turn again.

"Hey, I need you in there for a minute too."

Clara blinked, confused at first as Clay pulled his hand away from her shoulder. Glancing around, she noticed that Gemma was watching her closely as she followed Clay inside. She was made to wait outside of the doors along side Ratboy and Miles.

"So, what does Clay want with you?"

Miles asked. Clara shook her head. She herself wasn't all that sure about what was going on until Opie opened the door and nodded her way. She walked inside and stood behind Chibs and Opie's seat looking around the room slightly confused until her eyes landed on Clay.

"So... what's up?"

She asked. Clay leaned back in his chair and looked at her. They all looked at her and then Jax spoke up.

"You did a lot while we were away."

He said slightly nodding his head. Clara shrugged her shoulders.

"I did what needed to be done. Same as anyone else here would do."

She informed them.

"Which is what shocked us most."

Bobby spoke up, causing her to look his way. She seemed even more confused than before why was she here and what did they want?

"Chibs and Opie both told us everything you've done. Taking care of Club business while we were away. Making the tough calls. Stepping in when the others couldn't. That says a lot."

Clay said pointing toward her. Just then Bobby stood up and walked toward a cabinet, but instead of watching him the whole time she turned and looked back at Clay.

"What is this?"

She asked, taking a few steps around the table toward Clay and beside Tig. She allowed her fingers to linger on the table top, barely touching the wooden surface. Her eyes on Clay as she stood there hearing Bobby from across the room. It was then that she felt someone's calloused hand touch her wrist, causing her to turn and look down at Tig, who had placed his hand over hers.

"We uh, we kinda decided on something during lock-up."

He tired to explain. It was then there was a hard hitting sound that caused Clara's eyes to dart across the table. Her expression un-readable as her blue eyes scanned the black leather vest that laid on top of the reaper table. Mr. Mayhem patched on the back, Sons of Anarchy MC California Prospect, right along side with it. Her eyes lingering on the vest, she didn't breathe, she didn't move, she didn't even blink as her eyes staid placed on the vest.

"We got word out to the other Presidents of SAMCRO and asked them to make an acceptation. Told them what you've done for us and the greater good of the Club. We told them your background from down South. They agreed to make an acceptation to the bylaws if this was something we wanted done. Took a unanimous vote and it passed... It's your if you want it."

Clay spoke nodding toward the vest. Clara turned her head and looked at Clay and then slowly her gaze made it around the room seeing the expression of everyone there. Her eyes stopping on both Tig and Chibs before she noticed she needed to breathe again. Her hand slowly closed around Tig's and gave it a slight squeeze as her eyes moved around the room again while she spoke.

"This was all I ever wanted ever since I was a little girl and came here to Cali. Seeing the patch and the men that wore it, growing up around the Club, this Life is all that I know all that I remember... being told as a young girl that seeing it on the backs of others was as close as I'd ever get to wearing it -- I never expected this day."

She sniffled a bit, but held it together as she pushed back the tears.

"We've all been through so much these last nearly three years together and all I can say is I'm surprised that you all agreed on this I know I wouldn't be in this spot if you all hadn't voted "aye" on it. I'm honored. Truly I am honored at this opportunity...."

Clara looked at Chibs and Tig once more to see their answers upon their face. Chibs seemed there, but his expression wasn't something that he agreed to - almost - as if he had to have been talked into it. Tig on the other hand, he held that slight smile to his lips and that shine in his eyes that told her that he was on board with it.

"I accept."

She said turning back to look at Clay. The whole room exploded into an uproar as they all pounded on the table and hooted and hollered. Tig finally released her hand as Clay stood up and embraced her. She hugged him back before letting go and looked up at him. She felt Tig turning her around and she looked up at him with a large smile and hugged him as well. Then when she pulled away she felt something on her back. Turning her head she noticed Jax was there behind her holding out her newly placed "Prospect" vest to her back.

She reached inside it and slipped it over her shoulders, causing the guys to start cheering all over again.