Disclaimer - I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights belong to Kurt Sutter.

Summary - The unknown daughter of Filip 'Chibs' Telford; comes to Charming looking for her Father. Will she fit into the world of SAMCRO, only time will be able to tell?

Author Note - This is my first attempt ever at writing Fanfiction.

Key -

'Inner Thoughts'

"Spoken Conversation, Song Lyrics etc"

** Grave Inscriptions, Text Messages, Emails, Journal Entries etc**

Prologue - A Letter To A Daughter

Imogene

To My Darling Lydia Mae,

This past weekend without you here has been daunting to say the very least, because as I sit here writing you this letter, trying to find the right words to not only tell you that I won't be here for much longer; but to also comfort you in your time of need, and I find my darling girl that I am coming up rather short. So in the end I will just write whatever comes to mind and hope that from these written thoughts you will be able to find some form of comfort and understand just how much you truly mean to me and how truly sorry I am that I won't be able to be by your side anymore.

So in order for you to understand the meaning of this letter, I will start from the beginning...

I was recently told by our family Doctor, on my most recent check up that I had an aggressive form of cancer; cancer of the Liver to be more specific, and despite what treatment that could be provided for me, it wouldn't be enough...not nearly enough to help me in the long term, for you see my darling; my cancer has reached the final stages of its growth. Which according to the Doctor, will give me a minimum of six months to a year to live, if I was lucky enough. After the visit to the doctors, I came home and just switched to auto pilot for a while, just trying to grasp what I had been told, and wondering if this was a nightmare that I would eventually wake up from. A few days of going through the motions of everyday life, and constantly wishing for a different outcome, I realized nothing was going to change. Which was a not so nice wake up call for me.

It was a reminder; a painful reminder that nothing is written in stone, and that our tomorrows are not guaranteed. Everyone imagines that they will die; old and feeble. I know I did. I wanted that, to die old and frail in my bed surrounded by the beautiful grandchildren I know you would have blessed me with, because you my sweet darling girl were meant to be a mother; it just so happens that just wasn't the ending God had in mind for me. The thought of my death is a frightening thing, but it's not nearly as overwhelming as the thought of leaving you behind, alone.

Which is why after coming to terms with the fact that I will die sooner rather than later, that I have learnt I need to confess now or I will never be able too.

The fact that life can sometimes be fun, loud and quite fulfilling; like when I met your father, he made my slow and very mundane life worth living even though I had only known him for a short while. The reason he made my life so exciting was because he lived a dangerous and chaotic kind of life, being a biker and a member of a motorcycle club; surprising isn't it, that your mum used to be a biker's girl. I know, I still can't believe I used to live the way I did in my teens and I know your properly quite confused as to why now, of all the times I could have mentioned the subject of your father, it at to be now and in a letter of all things; and for that I am sorry, but I have tried and tried to talk about him to you; but in the end I couldn't quite do it.

Call me a coward; or whatever you deem appropriate given the circumstance, buts you have to realize, that I was 19 years old; going through a rebellious stage and was looking for a little adventure and your father provided me with that. I had quite the exciting few weeks, the likes of which I never been able to forget nor experience for a second time. It was amazing and opened me up to a whole new world, a world I enjoyed but just didn't belong in. Your father Filip, was only here for a while, and wasn't looking for anything long term...seeing as he was only here doing something or other for his club and would eventually be going back to America when his job was done. So I agreed to a short term relationship, not realizing that at the end of those few weeks, that I would be blessed with what would become the meaning of my life, that I would be blessed with you.

I know you're hurting right now sweet girl, and that your angry, confused and number of other things, and for that again, all I can say is I'm sorry...I am so sorry. If I could go back and do things over, I would...I would tell you everything, but I can't, I can only apologize and hope that someday you can forgive me.

Family come to mean even more to you when you're dying because you know your time with them is limited and that is why you start to think the way I am thinking right now, and my thoughts are properly coming across as random and confusing to you, but the thought of all the things that could potentially happen to you when I am gone, puts me into a state of panic and I find it hard to breathe because I become so scared, that I don't want you to be alone...I want you to get to know the man who helped bring you into this world, even if he himself doesn't know you exist right now. By the time you read this, I hope I have been able to gather the necessary information needed for you to find him. For you to get to know the loud, loving and passionate Scotsman I got to know.

That is if you want to, the choice is yours and yours alone to make...

I just want you to know, you are and will always be the joy, the happiness and the light of my life; you my darling girl are the love of my life, and you have blessed me in ways I never knew a person could be blessed. I am not perfect, I am flawed just as humans in general are...but I hope as your mother that I gave you all that I could give to make your life as happy as you have made mine.

I truly am sorry for everything my sweet darling girl,

I love you always

Your Mum

Author Note - I hope you enjoyed the beginning.

Tialynn Rose