Summary: After leaving Charming four years ago, Harper Delaney arrives for the funeral of her mother and to help her older twin sister Harley run CaraCara while opening her own bar when she reunites with the Scotsman SON that caused her to run away after a painful misunderstanding but will they get back together? Co – Written with Eowyn628. Chibs/OC, OC/Male OC, Opie/Donna and Jax/Tara, Kerrianne/OC.

In The Blood

Chapter 1

Harper Marie Delaney sighed heavily as she drove back to her childhood town of Charming, her older twin sister Harley had called her asking for help after the death of their mother and managing Cara Cara as they needed extra help and as Harper had finished her business degree, she had agreed. It was the least she could do after running out on them three years before, when she had just turned twenty years old and had a one night stand with a member of SAMCRO. It was something she felt deeply ashamed of since the man was married. The only one was, Donna Winston and Harper planned on keeping it that way.

She pulled up outside the driveway of her childhood home. Harley must have been stationed outside the whole day because as soon as Harper turned off her vintage 1968 Ford Mustang, Harley had run to her and hugged her tightly.

Looking at the Delaney girls, one wouldn't have necessarily realized they were twins, sure they had a similar slender, curvy bodies but that is where the similarities in their looks ended. Harley had her mother's honey blonde hair and ice blue eyes and Harper had her father's brown hair and lovely shade of hazel eyes. When she was younger she used to envy Harley's blue eyes but now that she was older she was loved her moody hazel color. Harper pulled back from the embrace and felt tears well up in her eyes. The event that brought her home was just starting to hit her heard. Her mother's brutal murder.

"Come on, now Harp...don't start crying or I'll start all over again." Harley had just pulled herself together. "At least don't start until we get inside, my neighbours do not need to know I am really a softie."

Harper snorted at her sister, she was hell on wheels. Hell, until three years ago Harper was just wild as her older sister; and Harley never let her forget she was the older of the two of them. She would never live down the fact that she had been born five minutes after Harley. Harper had always been glad she dodged the bullet of being named after a motorcycle, so she counted her blessings that way. Either way, the two girls were close as they were twins.

They headed inside the Delaney home where they were greeted by their mother's best friend and their godmother, Gemma Teller-Morrow, who wordlessly pulled the two girls into a very maternal hug, which they both needed.

"I'm so sorry girls." Gemma murmured softly and they both nodded. Harper pulled her bags down as she looked around the house; there were so many photos on the walls; ones of their parents Otto and Luanne on their wedding day and then with Harley and Harper as babied and then finally as adults. The proof their mother loved them was right there on the walls and the memories that they held.

"Thanks, Aunt Gemma." Harper said thickly and Gemma hugged her tightly before they headed inside the living room.

"If you girls need anything, you know your family is here for you." Gemma said firmly.

Some things never changed, SAMCRO queen Gemma talking about family. Harper knew she meant their extended family, she was grateful to have them in her life even if she wasn't quite ready to see them yet. Guilt and embarrassment washed over Harper thinking about her abrupt departure from Charming. She hadn't been back since the day she found out that Chibs was married. How could she had fallen for his Scottish allures? He had always been so damn charming and he was surprisingly sweet; things had just happened that night at the club house in his dorm room, where they had just been talking before sleeping together.

She hadn't been repulsed by his scars like many other women had, to be perfectly honest Harper had found scars to be a turn on and thought they made Chibs even more handsome along with his Glasgow smile. She knew he had gotten the scars from his time in Belfast with SAMBEL. Her father called that charter sarcastically the Irish bikers or Irish wannabe bikers. Oddly enough, Harper had friends who were Irish and found a bar near CaraCara which was close to where Harley worked and she decided to buy the bar. Maybe she would make it a wee bit Irish.

"Did mom...suffer?" Harper asked quietly as she looked at Gemma and Harley.

"No, sweetheart it was quick." Gemma said comfortingly as she held them both tightly as they arranged flowers and discussed a time to visit Otto in prison.

"How is Daddy?" Harper glanced over at Harley, who had grown closer to their dad as she got older, but it had always been Harper who had always been a daddy's girl. She loved her father deeply but could hardly bare to visit him in prison. When Harper did visit him, she often left in tears and heart break. She hated that her father was stuck behind bars facing the death penalty. All for the club that he loved so deeply.

Harley frowned, "I couldn't bring myself to tell him. Jax told him." Harper couldn't bear the thought of her father hearing that news of their mother's death from anyone but his daughters. It broke her heart thinking about her dad sitting in jail, knowing his wife had been murdered and there was nothing he could do about it. If she knew her dad well enough, he would be worried about his little girls.

"How's the planning for the bar going sweetheart?" Gemma tried to change the subject seeing the growing look of dismay on Harper's face. Gemma never wanted a daughter of her own, in fact she had said many time over the years that she would have drown her child if it was a girl, but Harley and Harper had become her daughters over the years. She had taken them under her wing when Luann worked late nights; she love those girls just about as much as she loved her own. They would now need her more than ever and she happily took on that job.

"It's going well, I just need to sign the paperwork and it's done. Gonna call it, Midnight Bayou." Harper said smiling slightly as she thought of her time in New Orleans where she had studied business before graduating with her degree.

"If you need anything, let us know." Gemma said softly as they looked at the food and Harper nodded as the door opened to reveal none other than Jax Teller with Opie Winston and...Chibs Telford.

'Oh shit! Shit!' Harper thought alarmed as she made a quick excuse and ran upstairs as everyone watched stunned and confused.

"Was that Harper?" Jax asked surprised and Gemma nodded as Harley exchanged a look with Chibs, knowing he and Harper had history together.

Chibs had come clean to Harley one drunken night at the clubhouse. He had pushed the poor girl to run and ran she did, all the way to Louisiana. He snorted as the thought about it; he never thought sleeping with Harper would have made her run the way she did. She just up and left one day with no explanation. Chibs actually thought they could have, had a good thing together.

"Why'd she go running?" Jax questioned Harley.

"You know Harper, she probably needs to fix her make up or some shit like that." Harley lied for her sister.

Jax narrowed his eyes at Harley, she knew more that she was letting on but growing up with the Delaney girls he knew how stubborn they could be. They should have been Gemma's daughters and not Luann's.

"Sure." He said as he walked into the kitchen to retrieve a beer from the fridge and quickly made himself at home.

"Fuck, oh fucking Christ!" Harper cursed heavily as she ran a hand through her dark brown, wavy hair. She hadn't meant to run from Chibs but shit, she had felt awful after sleeping with him after learning he had a daughter that was only thirteen years old. It made her feel like one of those women who slept with married men, she took a deep breath and pulled herself together.

She checked her make-up and fixed up her eyeliner before making her way downstairs, her black cowboy boots softly clicking on the floor. She needed some fresh air and a cigarette to calm her nerves before going back inside. Harper lit up a cigarette and inhaled it heavily as she sat out in the garden, looking at the spring flowers that had bloomed and sighed heavily.

"Time to stop running, girl." She told herself grimly as she took one more drag off of her cigarette and snuffed it out with the heel of her boot.

She took a deep breath and entered into the house through the back door which lead to the kitchen. A little liquid courage wouldn't any, she thought to herself as she went for a bottle of rum that was sitting on the counter. She grabbed a low ball glass out of the cabinet and added ice to it before pouring herself a large amount of the cheap rum. Leave it to her sister to purchase the cheap stuff, sure it will get you drunk but you're going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning.

Harper was about to walk out to the living room when she heard Chibs thick Scottish dialect; her bravery wavered for a moment. 'You can do this, Harper!' She told herself over and over as she walked out to the face the man who still made her heart skip a beat when she thought about him.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the living room where the others were all sitting, Harper sat down on the black velvet sofa beside Chibs, the only place left to sit and glanced at him quickly. He didn't look that different, his dark brown hair had some grey streaks in his hair but to be honest that only made Chibs more attractive. He had acquired more tattoos on his forearms.

"Hey there Harp." Jax greeted softly as he hugged her and Harper hugged him back tightly, Jax had been like an older brother to her and Harley. She felt bad about leaving her family so far behind when she left Charming. She had missed the family that she had built, she couldn't find anything close to it in New Orleans no matter how hard she had tried. There was really no place like home.

Harper released Jax from her grip and studied him briefly. "VP, nice!" She ran her hand over his Vice President flash on his kutte; she was awarded with one of Jackson's smiles. The smile that made most women, including Harley weak in the knees but never Harper. She never wanted Jax, even when all the other girls did; that is probably why their relationship seemed so effortless even after all the years. "Op!" Harper jumped off the couch and embraced the tall bearded man. "How's the husband of my favorite person in all the world?" She asked with a giggle as he lifted her off the ground.

"I'm good. Donna will be at the wake, she had to wait for the sitter get to the house. Sorry about your mom." Opie smiled at her. He had owed Harper tons, she had been there for Donna when he was in jail. She encouraged Donna to keep trying with him, when all she wanted to do was divorce him. Harper was a true friend to Donna and had been even when she moved away for school.

Chibs studied Harper as she made her rounds to everyone but him. Did he repel her that much? She had grown her hair out since he had last seen her but she was still the beauty that he had invited into his dorm room all those years ago. The girl with the smart mouth and ability to drink half of the men in the club under the table in one sitting. Harper turned to where Chibs was and wirelessly hugged him as well, he was taken aback but hugged her back.

She looked at him for a moment before a soft smile graced her face. "And my favourite Scotsman, who'd share a whisky with me when no one else would." Harper said softly as hugged him again, it felt so good to be in his arms.

Harley watched with a smile. She knew they had feelings for each other, Chibs had confided in her after Harper had left that he missed Harper and hearing her sing at the club house or simply talking to him. Harley had tried for a year to get Harper to move back home or at least closer to home to go to school but she was too stubborn. Harley should have known better than to try to push her sister into something that she didn't want to, it only made her rebel more. Very much like herself!

"Aye, we should raise a glass to your, ma." Chibs smiled warmly at Harper. She had expected things to be weird between them but there was something calming about Chibs that made her feel at ease. He had always had a calming influence over her, maybe that is what drew her to him all the more.

"I'd like that." Harper said in barely a whisper as she gazed into Chibs deep brown eyes. It was then that she realized how much she had missed Chibs but she would not be the other woman.

Gemma's voice pulled Harper from her thoughts and the depth of Chibs' eyes. "We should head to the cemetery. Harley did you give your keys to Madison? She said she would bring some crow eaters over and help get the house ready for after the funeral."

"Yeah, yeah Mother Gemma!" Harley said smartly which warranted a warning look from Gemma. Harley smirked at Harper, damn Harper had missed her sister.

They all gathered their things as they got ready to go to the funeral home. After a quick clothing change Harley and Harper got into Gemma's black SUV and began driving to the funeral home.

Chibs rode on his motorcycle beside Jax and his brothers as they rode beside Gemma and the girls, keeping an eye out for any Mayans, Nords or Zoebelle's crew. He couldn't help but feel happy knowing that Harper was back and staying for good; he had missed her ever since she had left and he knew the reason why'd she left.

Fiona. His fuckin' ex-wife.

Fiona had been Chibs' first love, aye and she was quite an exotic beauty and maybe that is where his trouble began. She attracted the affection of Jimmy O, who had caused his exile from Northern Ireland and Fi and Kerrianne's lives forever. It had also caused the trouble between him and Harper. Maybe having her home would help mend the bridge between them….He could only hope.

Gemma pulled her car into the funeral home, Skeeter was standing outside waiting for Gemma, in his ill-fitting suit. He scurried over to the door and opened it for her. Harper looked over at him, he still looked exactly the same as he did when he hung around the club trying to become a biker. Problem was he never had enough guts to get on a bike or sense to be kept around for other reasons. Skeeter now ran the funeral home and hung around with dead people all day, a job that Harper and Harley both equally found creepy.

Skeeter eyed the girls as they exited the car and his eyes lingered a bit too long. He liked the way they looked in their little black funeral dresses. Shit, he liked the way any girl looked in her little funeral dress. He would often find himself talking to the dead bodies about the women he saw at the previous funeral. Harper and Harley were right to think he was creepy.

"Skeet man, wipe your chin." Tig smacked him on the back as he placed his arms around the twins. "How are my two favorite girls?" He kissed each of their heads in succession. Tig had become their proud uncle from the day they were born.

"We're ok, Uncle Tiggy." Harley said sadly and Tig nodded as he looked at his two girls, both had showered as they started heading towards the opening room where their mother's body was as Donna joined them.

Harper swallowed hard and very carefully walked up to the coffin, to see the bruised face of her mother, she had a black eye and the make-up job didn't do her justice.

"Oh mom." Harper muttered quietly, she had a feeling something like this would happen, porn was a competitive business and her mother ran CaraCara smoothly but they were always at risk of losing business. Obviously the man who caused this thought Luann's business was taking his…

And because of that her mother had lost her life.

Harper understood that Harley wanted to carry on the family business but at what cost? Would it cost her sister her life, like it did their mother's? Harper felt the prick of tears in her eyes, she didn't want to lose Harley too. She was the only flesh in blood she had left, outside of their dad. Harper was lost in her own thoughts when she felt a hand hold hers, she looked over at the person; it was Donna. She pulled her dear friend into an embrace.

"I am so glad you are here." Harper's tears were flowing freely now, a mixture of joy and sorrow. It had been far too long since she had seen Donna. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. Ellie and Kenny cannot wait to see you." Opie and Donna's kids were five and three when Harper left, it broke her heart that they grew up without her presence, but she would change that. "How are you holding up?" Donna asked gently.

Harper shrugged and she hugged her arms to her body, "As well as one can be. I never thought my mom being murdered would be what brought me back to Charming."

"Hell, girl. The way you ran, I didn't think anything would have brought you back." Donna smirked at Harper; knowing exactly why she left Charming in the first place and it wasn't just to go to college.

Harper looked back towards Chibs who was talking with Bobby. She felt the familiar twinge of want that got her into the mess in the first place. "Yeah. I have to say it does feel good to be back home."

"I can see that." Donna said softly as they shared a quiet minute with Luann before Harper kissed her mother's forehead tenderly as the rest of the club arrived, the actual funeral would take place the following morning but today was just the viewing of the body and her hearty ached for her father.

"Harper." A familiar voice said gently and she looked up to see Clay Morrow, the president of SAMCRO and hugged him gently as he hugged her and Harley.

"Uncle Clay, thanks for coming." Harley said softly and Clay nodded as he looked at the two young women, Harley was her mother through and through, where Harper was more like her father with the exception of his killer ways.

"If there is anything that you girls need, let me know and I will do anything I can for you." Clay offered as he started to take his leave.

"Clay?" Harper's turned as he did. He looked slightly shocked that Harper stopped him. "Harley needs protection at CaraCara." Her eyes searched his face and got the feeling that he only offered because he had to.

Clay rubbed his beard and wanted to tell her that it was Jackson's deal so talk to him but he didn't the poor girls had been through too much. "Of course sweetheart." He would most likely put one of the new prospects on the job. Half-Sack would work, Clay wanted the kid out his hair for a bit anyway. "There will be someone with her when she is at CaraCara."

Relief washed over Harper, it was one less thing she had to worry about. She certainly didn't look a whole lot like her mother but she did get her worrisome nature as she got older.

"I don't need protection!" Harley said sternly as she pulled Harper aside.

"Oh and I am sure that is what mom said too. I don't want to lose you like we lost mom and I see it two ways Harley. You either have protection or you stop working at CaraCara." Harper didn't want to argue with her sister in front of their guest and at their mother's funeral of all places. "We'll talk about it later." Harper walked away from Harley leaving her mouth gaping and a serious scowl on her face. She stormed out of the building pissed off at Harley and her lack of self-preservation.

"God damn it." Harper muttered angrily as she glared at the graves that were near her mother's plot at where she had been buried as she ran a hand through her dark hair as she saw Chibs had followed her as she lit up a cigarette.

"Ya, alright, lass?" Chibs asked quietly as he sat down beside her and Harper sighed then as she looked at the older man.

"Just some stuff, like Harley being a stubborn bitch." She said tiredly as she ran a hand through her curls.

"She's like her ma." Chibs said amused as he looked at her, he couldn't help but admire her long legs, glad that she was wearing a black lace dress that stopped above her knees. "Why did ya leave?"

Harper was taken aback by Chibs forwardness, shit she had only been in town for four hours and he already asked her why she left. As if she wasn't she already dealing with enough but then again being home meant she needed to deal with the ghosts of her past. Harper glanced over at Chibs, he still gave her the same knotted up, butterfly feelings after all the years away. He was the guy she compared all of the other guys she dated in New Orleans to and no one could compare.

"You're married Chibs. I slept with a married man." Harper stood up and smashed her cigarette out under her black heels. She turned back and said quietly, "I refuse to be the other woman and have my heart broken."

"Harper, I ain't married to Fiona, anymore." Chibs said quietly as he stood up as well and towered over her slightly as she was slightly shorter than he was.

"What do you mean?" Harper asked with look of confusion flashing across her pretty face. Chibs sighed as he looked at her, he had fallen hard for her four years ago and wanted to make things right with her.

"She good as divorced me, love." He explained grimly as she looked at him in surprise.

"Why?" Was all Harper could get out as she tried to control her pounding heart.

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