So this idea has been rolling around in the back of my head for a while so I decided to finally bite the bullet and start writing. Hope you enjoy :)

Declaimer: I don't own anything you realise.

Chapter 1

The irrefutable roar of a Harley could be heard from the yard, the sound caused me to look up from the engine I was working on only to see Tig was looking in the same direction as I was.

"We were expecting company?" I ask Tig, cocking my eyebrow in question. With a shrug of his shoulders he threw down his tools, turning and walked out off the shop.

I started to follow Tig out of the shop, Juice and Opie trailing along behind me. As we stepped out into the light of the yard I spotted the source of the sound and the hot woman straddling it.

"Claire?" Tig's surprised voice pulled me away from looking at the disturbance and made me look at him. The usually stony face of Charming's Sergeant at Arms had a look of genuine surprise as he stared at the girl sitting in front of us.

"Tig," Claire spoke as she stepped down off her bike, taking her sunglasses off and placing them high up on her head, "Hunny, how've you been?" The more she spoke the more you could make out her thick Irish accent.

As she started to move towards Tig I couldn't help but give her an involuntary once over. She wore tight, dark wash blue jeans with black, leather shit kickers that came up nearly to her knees; I was able to make out the small outline of a pistol in her left boot from where I stood, girl carries, most be important, I thought with a mental shrug. She lifted her arms up to wrap them around Tig's neck, returning the hug he was giving her and as she wrapped her arms tight around his neck the sun glinted of the mass of chains wrapped around her thin, pale wrist, I also noticed that the sun was glinting of the blood red polish she seemed to have on her nails. Just as I looked up so did the girl, as I met her eyes I was shocked by how crystal blue they were even from the distance we were apart. They looked so piercing but that was probably the effect she was going for seeing she had framed her eyes with thick lines of black eyeliner, her left eye partially covered by her blonde, choppy fringe giving her a more mysterious look.

"So," She started as she stepped back from Tig's embrace and removed her gaze from mine, "You gona' tell me where that uncle of mine is? Or do I gota' go find him? Pretty sure him and Clay would lov' a wee report 'bout how the Belfast Charter's fairing."

"Aye they would," Chib's Scottish accent called across the yard from the door of the club house, the smile on his face was as clear as day.

"Uncle Philip!" The kid yelled, then I watched as they girl flew across the yard only to jump into the waiting arms of Chib's, linking her legs tight round his waist and her arms around his neck and looking like she wasn't getting down for awhile.

"So what's the story there then?" I asked quietly as I drew level with Tig and where he stood.

"That brother, "Tig started as he pointed at the girl, "Is Chib's niece." I heard the hesitation that seemed to have crept into Tig's voice before he continued. "She also happens to be the Belfast Charters president's baby girl, only girl actually."

"So what's she doing here then?" I growled, Tig was never this vague, he was always bluntly honest and his vagueness was starting to piss me off.

"She normally works protection for the club," He said with a shake off his head.

"Then what business does she have here? We got no need for her shit!" I was protection here and some little girl from Ireland wasn't going to take over that even if she was a daughter of a Charters president.

"Calm down," Tig spoke never looking away from Chib's and the girl, "She won't be taking over your job so get of you high horse before you fucking fall off it." He let out a deep sign before he continued, "How old were you when you first took a bullet for SAMCRO and the club?"

"It was just after I patched in, I was 'bot twenty-four," I answered honestly even though I had no idea where this was going or what it was leading to.

"She was twelve," Tig turned to me with his blank face back in place, but his eyes showed the sincerity of his words. "Kid took her first bullet for the club at the age of twelve; she saved their bloody Sergeant at Arms!" There was anger in his words, and I couldn't work out if it was for the girl or for the Sergeant at Arms.

"Explain," I ordered, I needed to know what the hell had caused a twelve year old girl to get shot, I also had this weird need to go out and find the sick bastard that decided to shoot said twelve year old girl.

"A group of people came into the Belfast club house looking for the princess, thought they'd use Claire as leverage and get money, territory, guns the usual shit out of the Charter," As Tig spoke I watched as Claire stood strong and proud as she talked away to Chib's and Gemma who had now joined the pair, amazed at what this girl had been through in her short life as she barely looked twenty-one. "Most of the brothers were out on a run, there was only a few mechanics and the Sergeant at Arms there, he was looking after Claire, best person to look after the princess wouldn't you think," Tig finished with a chuckle. "They were tearing the place apart looking for her; clever thing had hid herself under the bar, so that when the guy holding the gun to the Sergeant turned round she could run out and cut the ropes binding the guy. She got as far as given him the blade before the guy turned round." He paused and I thought he had finished but then his eyes darkened and he continued, "She killed three of those fucks before one who had been hiding shot her, hit her in the shoulder." As he finished the menacing tone in his voice was so dark that any weak minded man would have ran from him.

"What happened after?" I had to know what happened or I was about to fly my ass to Ireland and find the people who shot her.

"The Sergeant destroyed the guy who shot her, took his time with the rest of them after he had taken Claire to the hospital and gathered the rest of them together."

"Good," We fell into a comfortable silence until we heard clay calling us to church.

After thrown my phone into the box I walked into the chapel, firstly noticing that the girl sat beside Chib's at the table before I sat my ass down in my seat at the end of the table and then I noticed the odd expression on Clay's face as he sat heavily in his chair.

"Brothers," Clay called, causing us all to quiet down waiting for him to begin. "I know ya'll going to be wondering who this little lady is so I'm going tell you." He paused looking around the table, finally settling on the girl in question I noticed who gave him a slight nod before he continued. "This is Claire," He spoke, lifting her hand in her direction and waved slightly, "Happens to be Chib's niece and the daughter of the Belfast Charter's president." He paused again to rub his head as if a sudden pain had gone through it. "And now she's going to explain why the hell she's here 'cause I have no idea!" She only raised one well shaped eyebrow in response to Clay; it was her only action that actually showed that she had heard Clay.

"Can't a girl just be driving in the area?" A chuckle ran through the room before she continued, "I'm here to warn you that Jimmy might be turning up around here in a couple of days, might be coming to demand something he thinks you might have taken."

"What the fuck is happening?" Clay snarled at her across the table.

"The daughter and the misses are stateside," Claire directed her answer towards Chib's not Clay and it didn't go unnoticed.

"I asked you the damn question Claire!" Clay roared as he banged his first down on the desk, compared to Clay, Chib's was pale white and very calm.

"Just because you asked me a question Clay, doesn't mean I answer to you." Claire smiled smugly at Clay as he fumed quietly, it was as if she knew something that guarantied she was safe from Clay's anger.

"Why'd you get'em out?" Chib's normally load voice was quiet as he spoke.

"I didn't," She answered as she lay back in her chair. "I was told to make sure she got stateside safely but from what I've heard and been told they left Ireland on their own free will and that they did it to escape from Jimmy."

"He knows every move they make; how the hell did they manage to keep him out of the loop?" Trust Juice to ask the technical questions, granted Chib's had barely breathed since Claire had admitted his wife and child where stateside and Clay looked pissed enough to raise hell, so it's left to the retard to find out all the little details, I chuckled silently.

"We managed to get Chib's out when he was knee deep in shit and the IRA was after him, you think we can't smuggle two girls out of the country and into another?" She had a point I mused, I'd heard how the Belfast Charter had managed to get Chib's out without getting him killed or caught.

"How long till Jimmy O starts knocking on our door?" Tig spoke up, leaning forward to lean his elbows on the table.

"They only landed in the country 'bot four hours ago, so with the way things will work out you'll hav' two days max." She was calm and precise. Suppose that's what happens when you start working for the club when you're twelve! Shaking my head I decided to put my own questions on the table.

"What kind of shit are we going to be up against when your Irish buddies decided to come and pay us a visit?" I drawled out from my seat causing her eyes to flicker over to me.

"First of all lov' those pricks aren't my buddies," She hissed, "And secondly have you ever been up against a pissed off Irish man who's lost his favourite play toy?"

"Don't call her that!" Chib's barked the first words he'd spoke since the beginning.

"Don't tell me what to call her! It's the truth and you know it! Why else do you think Jimmy kept her? 'Cus he loved her! That bitch has caused us a hell of a lot of grief over the years so I have every fucking right to call her whatever the damn hell I like!" She paused, catching her breath that was coming in short pants before she continued, "I've spilt blood for that cow, blood that I would rather have kept in my system so shut your god damn mouth and let me finish."

There was a dead silence fell over the chapel. Not a soul dared to move after Claire's speech outburst, Chib's wife and daughter were a touchy subject so most avoided it otherwise they ended up in the ring, saw it happen myself a couple of times. After what the kid in front of us had just said she should have landed herself in a serious amount of pain, not even any of the brothers would have dared to say half of what she had and there she sat injury free. They have every right to look shocked, my mind thought, fuck, even I am.

"So," I started slowly, letting everyone gather themselves together. "The Irish men coming here, they mean business?"

"Aye, lov' when they come, they'll be going for blood," Her eyes met mine and held them as she finished her sentence, "And only when they've got blood will they ask for answers."

So sorry if there's any spelling mistakes etc. but review please, I love feedback good or bad :) xo