Clara Morrow was the only living child to the President of the Sons of Anarchy located in Modesto California and his current location was the big house. He and a few of his boys were caught smuggling guns and ended up doing some pretty hard time.

Seems like the law hadn't had a big enough payoff this time -- shame really.

That's why Clara Morrow currently found herself in the middle of the SOA club house parking lot in Charming. She had phoned her aunt Gemma about two hours ago telling her that she needed a place now that her daddy was up in the Pen for the next - at least - 15 years of his life.

So much for setting the recorder straight this time round.

Clara was left with her daddy's bike since he was put up -- and boy was it a nice one. A 1993 slick black Harley Davidson with a back mount for the person riding bitch. She remembered the first time she ever road it -- she was four years old and she remembered the feeling she had going up and down the countryside on the back, her feet weren't even long enough to reach the bottom so she had to wrap them around her daddy's waist to hang on.

A small smile came to her lips as she remembered -- but it quickly faded.

She sighed deeply, knowing that the Brothers were all inside, their bikes parked outside told her that. She rolled her neck and kicked one leg over the bike and hung her helmet over the handlebars.

"Better now than never." she muttered to herself.

Walking across the parking lot she made her way to the door of the building and couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. It had been well over a good six years since she had seen everyone -- she was twenty-three as of this year.

Pressing her lips together she blew out the air from her lungs and turned the nob of the door before walking inside. Her large steel-toed boots sounded on the floor as she walked through the front door and what voices she had heard buzzing about inside had all hushed when they seen her standing there dressed in leather and black.

Her open long sleeve HD jacket hung open and exposed her Ozzy shirt, along with the Reaper necklace that her father had given her that hung around her neck. She looked at everyone and they all seemed to look back at her. Her hands were stuffed in her jacket pocket as her eyes slowly slid over everyone in the room.

A man that had longer hair and shades on the top of his head was sitting on a couch looking at her rather shocked. A young red head boy -- or was he blonde, she couldn't really tell -- was looking at her as if he seen a ghost, he was standing by a pool table. Another man stood there with him, he had dark and short curly hair.

Then there was an older man who was using an oxygen tank was sitting at a table next to a slightly younger looking man whom she recognized right away.

"I'm guessing Aunt Gemma didn't inform you I was coming?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

The man whom she recognized only broke out into a large smile and laughed loudly as he went to stand up and approached her, holding open his arms for a hug, which she gave him.

"It's good to see you again, Doc."

"Just wish it was on better terms, Uncle Clay."

Clay pulled away from her and looked her over, not as happy looking as he was prior to the hug. She was right, it had been too long since he last seen her and she was only here now because of what happened with his brother down south. Clay sighed deeply and shook his head, his hands resting on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry about what happened with your dad. I don't know what my brother was thinking."

"He obviously wasn't -- we both know that."

Clay nodded, knowing that this was a mistake that could have been easily avoided had it not been for sloppy work. Removing his arms from her shoulders and allowing them to fall to the ground and couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"I'm still glad you're here. Gemma did tell me you were coming, I just wasn't expecting you this soon."

"Hey Clay, whose this?"

The man with the brown hair that was by the pool table asked as he walked up next to Clay. He was only about half a head taller than her, putting him somewhere around the six foot area -- herself being about five eight.

"Tigs -- this here's my niece Clara Morrow, don't tell me you don't remember her?"

Tigs seemed rather baffled as he looked between Clay and Clara and then his eyes landing on Clara again with a smirk upon his lips.

"No shit? It's been a long time since I last seen you. You were a kid the last time I seen you."

"Yeah, I think so. Then again I was so young the last time I was here."

She said looking at Tig and noticing his grin he gave. She gave him a small smile back. Even though she was dressed to impress and seem to be able to hold her own, nobody would have known how shy she actually was.

Glancing toward an older looking man with brown hair she noticed he was looking at her as well. She didn't know how long he had been watching her for but she had noticed him out of the corner of her eye. It was only when he stepped forward and started speaking did it surprise her with the heavy Scottish accent that he had.

"So, why is she here?" Chibs asked the question they all wanted to know about.

Clay's smile faded and was replaced with his rather serious demeanor.

"Her daddy's in the Pen for getting caught smuggling guns -- he's doing some hard time this time. So, she here's gonna be staying with us for the long haul, best get use to seeing her round."

Clay said, turning toward his niece at the last bit. She didn't really look at her uncle she was more or less focused on the an old man that had asked why she was here. It seemed to dawn on Clay that he hadn't introduced the two of them and last time she was here, Chibs was not.

"Chibs this is Clara. You work with the club yet last time she was here."

"Aye, I wasn't. Name's Filip, lass."

He said extending his hand for a handshake. She glanced at it for a moment before leaving over and taking his hand and her own giving it a firm shake. She nodded her head just as he did his as they released hands from each other. She stood back and looked to her uncle.

"Mind showing me to my room?"

"You wanna stay in the clubhouse?"

He questioned not having expected her to want to stay here. She gave a small shrug and looked around the place.

"Club Reaper isn't so bad. And I wouldn't want to intrude on you and aunt Gem anymore than I already have."

Clay couldn't help but smile as he made sure to give her shoulder a good squeeze.

"It's not problem, you're family. Besides Gem would have my balls if I had you staying here."

"I don't mind really. I lived in our club house down south. I'll be fine."

She insisted looking up at her uncle. Clay took a moment to process her request before he sighed deeply and nodded his head toward Half.

"Take the ladies bags to one of the free rooms in the back. Looks like she's staying here. But if Gemma asks, I tried to get you to come home."

Clara just smiled and chuckled a bit.

"I am home."