A/N: This is the Leather & Lace rewrite. I have changed the title. I already have a few chapters typed up and will post them when I can if people want me to continue it. I'm always open to suggestions so if you have any, please feel free to PM them to me.

DISCLAIMER: SONS OF ANARCHY BELONGS TO KURT SUTTER. I AM ONLY A FAN WRITING FAN FICTION FOR FUN AND MY OWN ENJOYMENT, HOPEFULLY YOURS TOO. I AM NOT THE BEST WRITER BUT I DO TRY.

CHAPTER ONE - I Promise.

Lacey Rodes stared at her reflection in the tall mirror that sat in the corner of her room. She was the splitting image of her mother but with her fathers crystal blue eyes and raven hair. Today she barely recognized the reflection staring back at her. She looked like she hadn't slept in weeks, her usually sparkling bright blue eyes were bloodshot red and puffy. Her skin was pale compared to her sun-kissed tan.

Three days ago she'd lost the only parent she had left - her mother, Andrea. Her death was sudden and unexpected. She was following her usual routine when she collapsed in the middle of the grocery store car park. She'd died on the way to hospital. Her autopsy result found she had an aneurysm that had raptured on her brain. Lacey remembered her mom telling her she had a headache when she took a couple pain killers. Neither of them thought anything of it. Now Lacey wish she had.

"You ready, Lacey?" She heard from behind her. She turned to see her Godmother, Gemma Teller-Morrow standing in the doorway.

Lacey wanted to nod yes but couldn't bring herself to do it. Her bottom lip started to tremble as a new fresh set of tears threatened to fall. "I don't know if I can do this, Aunt Gem."

Gemma moved closer and took the young woman into her arms. Lacey couldn't hold the tears back as she begun to cry into Gemma's shoulder. She'd lost count on how many times and shoulders she'd cried into the last three days. Gemma didn't say anything as she held her.

Lacey was the first to pull away when her crying subsided. She looked down at the floor as she apologized. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Baby Girl. I know how hard this is." Gemma reassured her pulling her back in for another hug and kissed the top of her head.

"Please don't leave me today." she mumbled into her shoulder. Gemma was one of her mom's closest friends. They'd been friends since Sam Rodes, Lacey's father, introduced them to each other eighteen years ago. Lacey knew this would be hard for Gemma too.

"I'm not going anywhere, Sweetheart."

The rest of the day went by in a blur. She hardly heard anything anyone said at funeral. Her eyes never moved from her mom's casket as her heart ached and her tears continued to fall. It seemed like a bad dream to her. Tomorrow she hoped to wake up to her mom still alive and everything back to normal. But she knew that wasn't going to happen, just like the three mornings before this one.

She was sitting on a picnic table outside the SAMCRO clubhouse where the refreshments had been set up inside. She needed the fresh air and had, had enough of people telling her they were sorry for her loss and how great her mother was. She didn't need to be told something she already knew. She'd experienced first hand how great her mom was.

The mother and daughter had a extremely close bond. Her mom was only a kid herself when she had Lacey. She'd gotten pregnant at seventeen and gave birth to Lacey three months after she turned eighteen. She never got help from her parents. They'd kicked her out for getting pregnant to an outlaw biker.

Her mom always told Lacey the story of how she met and fell in love with Sam Rodes. Lacey loved listening to her tell stories about him.

They met when she was seventeen and he was twenty. He'd just been patched into SAMCRO, also known as Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original. She didn't like him at first but he was persistent. His persistence finally paid off when she agreed to go on one date with him. One date turned into a relationship. Two months later, Andrea found out she was pregnant with Lacey. Sam tried to do the noble thing and marry her. Andrea said no.

Lacey could tell her mom always regretted not marrying him when she had the chance. He'd been killed two weeks before Lacey was born. He'd been shot when he was trying to protect one of his club brothers on a late night gun run. The night after he'd been killed was the night he planned on proposing to her mom again.

Her mom dated and did have other relationships after his death, but the teenager knew her mother's heart always belonged to him. Thinking of her parents finally being together again seemed to make her heart ache a little less.

"Penny for your thoughts."

She looked up to see her best friend, Jackson 'Jax' Teller. Lacey grew up with the six foot one blue-eyed blonde. They'd been joined at the hip since she was born. His father John, had been Sam's sponsor when he was a prospect. The two had forged a strong bond which resulted in John and Gemma becoming Lacey's godparents. They, along with the rest of the club, helped her mom raise raise her.

"I don't think either of us has a penny." She said as he sat next to her. "I just needed to get out of there. Couldn't take people telling me how great of a woman mom was and how sorry they are. It was doing my head in."

"I know the feeling." Jax sighed. People had been saying that to her all day but he was the first person she believed. She'd been there for him when he lost his father three years ago. John died two days after being involved in an accident where he'd been hit by a semi while out on his motorcycle.

"I hate this feeling. One minute I feel completely numb, the next I'm angry, then I'm hurt, upset..." she paused to take a deep breath in and out when a new set of tears began to fall. Jax pulled her into his side and started rubbing her back in a reassuring way. "Does it ever get easier, Jax?"

"IIt does but it can take a while. There will always be days where all these emotions come back and kick you on your ass." He kissed her forehead when she nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck.

"Can you promise me something?" she sniffled.

"Anything."

"Promise me you'll be careful out there doing whatever you do. I can't lose you too. I can't lose any of you."

Jax hesitated knowing he couldn't promise something like that. His hesitation didn't stop him from saying the two words he knew she'd want to hear. "I promise."