"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
Independence feels anything but celebratory as Sydney and Tig continue to struggle navigating their new relationship during SAMCRO's Fourth of July festivities.
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, mentions of drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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"Well don't you look like a slice of cherry pie." Gemma narrowed her eyes as she slid her glasses down the bridge of her nose to get a good look at the slender blonde standing in the doorway of the office.
"Good enough to eat, I hope." Sydney smirked as she crossed the threshold.
"Uh... Yeah." Gemma scoffed with widened eyes that only further emphasized her point. "Shut the door, sweetheart."
Sydney's heart rate picked up as the request hit her ears. Gemma scared her almost as much as Clay did, but in a different way - she didn't so much worry about The Matriarch ripping her to shreds physically, as much as she did verbally; the former of which she almost would've preferred, because then at least she would've had a fighting chance at defending herself.
She did as she was told, sliding off her sunglasses and sitting down on the couch with her eyes widened theatrically - hoping that the light-hearted humour would get Gemma to ease up on whatever interrogation she had planned.
"What happened yesterday?"
Sydney tipped her head back, exhaling dramatically while she rolled her eyes. "What'd the prospect tell you happened yesterday?"
"Nothin', that's why I'm asking you." Gemma scoffed playfully enough for her to know that this wasn't an interrogation. As nosey as she was, she was genuinely concerned about the young girl that she had taken under her wing.
Sydney chuckled humourlessly, shocked that Kip had managed to keep his mouth shut - even if it was only because he didn't actually know what it was that had bothered her. "Just had a moment, it was nothing." She shrugged.
"Well you might wanna tell Tig that." Gemma nodded towards the garage where Tig was sluggishly working, exhausted from the sleepless night of his own.
"You talked to Tig?" Sydney's relaxed demeanor instantly tightened up. "Gemma..." She whined.
"Well no one else was tellin' me anything!"
"I was just being stupid, it's no big deal. I didn't want him thinking that it was something more than it was." She shrugged again.
"You better go tell him that, cause I think he already does..." Sydney fought off her irritation as Gemma advised her in her motherly tone. She knew that the glitch in communication had been her fault, but she still pulled a face - letting the older woman know that she was less than pleased with the situation that she had helped create as she pushed herself off of the couch. "Uh, where do you think you're going?" Gemma raised a brow.
