Dear Agony

Part IV

After we composed ourselves, my father lead me into the clubhouse. The strong smell of leather, beer, and weed hit me like a brick to the face. There was a familiarity to it that calmed my nerves and sparked something deep in my mind. I breathed deeply as a memory flashed quickly across my sight. I vaguely remembered giggling and chasing a blonde haired boy around the bar and out the doors into the parking lot. But as quickly as it hit me... it was gone.

The rest of the guys had shuffled into the clubhouse behind us. They moved off, giving us some much-needed space as my father lead me to a couch over in one corner. Two of the men sat at the bar, while some huddled around the pool table and a few leaned against a far wall to watch the match. I eased down onto the worn leather couch as my dad sat a comfortable distance away on the other end. He leaned back into the corner, his one arm laid across the back towards me, the other propped on the arm of the couch, his hand fiddling with his mustache.

"You want a drink?" He asked, his voice still betraying him slightly from his earlier emotions.

I smiled over to him, "A beer sounds great right about now."

He smirked. "I bet." He turned his head towards the bar, clearing his throat. "Sack!" His voice now recovered completely as he barked across the room. The scruffy haired kid that had helped me this morning at the garage, Kip if I remembered correctly, snapped his attention to us from behind the bar. "Couple beers." My father motioned with his hand and Kip nodded and quickly moved to the coolers. In a matter of moments he had the tabs popped and bottles in our hands. "Keep watch and keep 'em comin', Prospect." Tig ordered.

"Sure," Kip gave me a small smile and nod before he headed back behind the bar.

We both took a few long drinks off of the beers before either of us spoke.

"I bet you have a lot of questions." He said quietly, his eyes gazing solemnly at the bottle in his hands.

"I don't know where to even start." I sighed lightly as I looked over to him. His eyes met mine, an understanding expression in them.

"What do you remember?" He asked as he leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees as he shifted slightly closer to me.

"Not a whole hell of a lot." I ran my hand through my hair as I glanced around the clubhouse. "But being here for the little bit that I have... some stuff is starting to come back to me."

He raised his eyebrows slightly. "Yeah?"

I shrugged. "Yeah. I vaguely recognize some faces, but it's mainly the voices that are starting to bring some stuff back."

"I'd like to think so. You and Jax used to tear this place up playing tag or Cops and Bikers." He smiled fondly as the memory played in his mind.

"Yes! That's it! We used to take turns running from each other." I laughed as the game clicked in my mind.

~*~*~*~*~

Juice stood leaning against the wall next to the church doors as he watched the pool game between Happy and Chibs. In all honesty, he wasn't paying attention to the game at all as he kept stealing glances across the room to Tig and Summer. Who would've thought Tig could have a daughter that looked like that. She was absolutely striking... her dark hair falling down around her shoulders... and those eyes...

"I need you to run her." Clay sidled up next to Juice, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned against the wall.

Juice jumped slightly, straightening his shoulders and breaking his gaze from Summer. "Huh?"

Clay turned to glare at him. "Tig's girl. I need you to dig into her. I know she's family, but I need to know if there's anything that's going to bite us in the ass." He gave Juice a hard look. "I don't like surprises."