#sons of anarchy imagine

After years of not being in contact with your sister, you seek her out and hope all can be forgiven. Of course, when things are going well, your past comes waltzing into Charming.

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Author’s Note: SOA!AU because that’s how I roll. I love Gemma to an extent, but I don’t want to write her or Clay. So for this, Jackie-boy is President of the MC.

Charming, California is.. not quite as charming as you had expected. It’s a quaint little town and all, but it’s not a place you pictured your sister living in. Yet here you are, being dropped off down the street from where the address you had found for your sister said she resided.

Hoisting the strap of your duffel bag higher onto your shoulder, you take off down the street. Her house is easily found- single story, painted off-white with blue shutters and green bushes lining the front windows. There’s a single car and a motorcycle in the driveway, and you allow yourself a moment to cheer on your sister for hooking up with a biker. All the research you did on Tara led you down the rabbit hole that consisted of a MC called the Sons of Anarchy, and well.. you were impressed. You knew your sister had a bit of grit about her, but you didn’t think she had that much to associate with people like the Sons. But oh well. You weren’t here to judge.

As you walk up to the front door, you hesitate briefly before knocking. It’s been years since you’ve last seen Tara- the last time being when you were still a teen- and you have no idea what this reunion is going to be like. You hoped for the best, but you knew there was a chance she’d be truly pissed at you for falling off the face of the Earth.

Taking a deep breath, you allow your knuckles to rap against the wooden door and then take a couple of steps back. Seconds slowly tick by before the door is being pulled open and you swallow at the sight of Jax Teller. Oh yeah, his mugshot did him no justice. Your sister was one lucky bitch. “Can I help you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I, uh, yeah. I hope,” you say as you obviously look him up and down. He grins at your stammering. And possibly at your ogling. “I’m looking for Tara.”

His grin falters. “What’s your business with Tara?”

You exhale softly and meet his gaze. “I’m her sister.”

“Bullshit.”

You snort and then immediately wince at your reaction. Jax is not impressed. “I am. Ask her. I’ve just been kind of.. off grid.”

You’re trying to make yourself appear as non-threatening as possible and you feel you must have hit the nail on the head because he leans back into the house and calls out, “Tara?”, over his shoulder.

When he stares back at you, you cross your arms over your chest and glance down, scuffing the toe of your shoe on the porch.

“Yeah, babe?” You glance back up at her voice, biting the inside of your cheek in worry when you lay eyes on her in the flesh. Her gaze darts from her husband to you, giving you a double take as she stumbles to a halt. “YN?”

You smile uneasily as Jax glances between the two of you. “Hiya, sis.”

She stumbles forward, catching herself on her husband’s arm. “I thought you were dead. No one could-”

“I’m sorry,” you blurt. “I never meant to-” Your voice cracks and you pause, shaking your head as if that would clear away your emotions as you glance at your feet once more. You take a beat and then swallow down the lump in your throat. “I just- I needed to see you,” you say while looking up once more. “To let you know that I was alive.”

“Y-You’re leaving?”

“If you w-want me to. I’m sure you’re pissed-”

“No!” You blink in surprise at Tara as she stumbles out of the house, onto the porch and reaches for you. Her hands cradle your face and you hate that your eyes sting at the kind gesture. “Are you kidding? You’re alive. You’re here. I want to know everything.”

You chuckle and reach up to wipe away a falling tear. “I can’t tell you everything, but I will tell you what I can.”

“What does that even- no, you know what? We’ll talk inside,” she says. Tara ushers you inside her house and you smile faintly at Jax who’s keeping a close eye on you. She leads you to the kitchen and you set your duffel bag down on the floor by your feet as you take a seat at the table. “Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’m good. Thanks though,” you tell her. As she and Jax take a seat across from you at the table, you can’t help but smile when Jax reaches into the back waistband of his jeans and pulls out a gun that he lays on the table.

“Jesus Christ, Jax!” Tara jerks away from the table. “What the hell are you doing?!”

“It’s fine, Tara-”

“No, it’s not fine!” She yells, glaring at you and then at her husband.

“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been threatened with a gun. It’s fine,” you assure her.

That stops your sister short and she glances at you in surprise. “What?”

You shrug and clasp your hands atop the table. “What does Jax know of me?”

“Not a goddamn thing,” he says. He scoffs when Tara has the audacity to look ashamed. “I’ve known Tara my entire life and not once did she mention anything about a sister.”

“That’s fair.” Taking a deep breath, you decide to explain your relationship to Tara so her husband can understand, and then explain a bit about why you’ve been off grid. “So, uh, Tara and I share the same shitty dad. My mom had me when Tara would’ve been ten and then fled with me to the East coast.”

“I only knew a bit about her,” Tara says softly. “Couple of letters here and there every year, and then we finally met up when I left after graduation.”

You smile at the memory. “Before anything else is said, can I just say how happy I am that you two found your way back to each other?” Jax frowns at you, so you explain. “Tara was really heartbroken when she left. Kept moaning on and on about some boy named Jax.”

Jax’s stern expression quickly morphs into one of amusement as he glances at Tara and she rolls her eyes at him. “Whatever. We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about YN.”

“Right.” Your amusement fades. “Anyway, I ended up in New York.”

“I remember that,” Tara says. “Nursing program, right?”

“Yeah. I was doing good there too,” you say, “and then one day I just- I found myself in a rough spot,” you admit, vaguely telling them the truth. “I struggled for a while and it ended up with some people getting hurt.”

“Jesus,” Tara mumbles. “Why didn’t you ask for help?”

You shrug as your eyes fill with tears. “It was bad, Tara. Really bad.”

“What happened?”

“I can’t- I literally can’t say,” you tell them. “NDA’s were involved.”

Jax sits a little straighter. “What the fuck?”

“But it’s okay now. It’s all fine,” you’re quick to assure them. “Some people took me in and helped me get back on track.”

“Who?”

You slowly smile as you sniffle. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” Jax muses. Tara’s gaze darts between you and him like she’s watching a tennis match.

“Avengers.” Jax barks out a laugh of disbelief, but you merely raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m being serious. That’s why NDA’s were involved,” you tell him. “Some shit went down and they got me out of trouble. Tony Stark even offered me a job to keep me out of trouble.”

“A job in what?” Your sister asks.

“Assistant nurse on the medical wing. I eventually became trusted enough that they let me on other levels of the tower and got to help out in the science department, just being a gopher for them since I didn’t understand anything they were working on.”

“You worked alongside the Avengers and you left all that to come to Charming?” Jax asks. “Why?”

You shrug. “It gets tiresome when the building is under attack every other week, not to mention the extraterrestrial visitors. I needed some normalcy back in my life.”

“Well Charming is pretty normal.”

Suddenly the sound of a child crying out pierces the quiet of the house and Tara immediately gets up. You smile as she rushes away and Jax says, “That’s Abel. He’s my son, but Tara really stepped up when I needed it. He only knows your sister as his mother.”

“That’s one lucky kid,” you muse. “Tara’s the best.”

“Yeah she is.” Jax slowly smiles and you chuckle at his lovestruck expression.

You and Jax fall into a comfortable silence in your sister’s absence, and then a handful of minutes later she’s returning. “Sorry about that. Abel got a bit fussy, but he’s asleep again.”

“That’s fine,” you tell her. “I should actually get going anyway. I need to grab a motel room.”

“What? No way,” Tara says. “We have a perfectly good couch you could-”

“I appreciate that, I really do,” you say, cutting her off. “But you and Jax have a lot to think about.”

“Think about?” She frowns. “What would we have to think about?”

“About whether or not you guys want me here in town.”

Jax tenses. “Why wouldn’t we?”

You sigh and tell him. “Full disclosure here, when I looked up my sister I found out a lot of shit.”

He leans forward in his seat, hand next to his gun. Tara sees it, worriedly glancing between the two of you. “Shit like what?”

“I think you know. Tara’s files were connected to everything that mentioned the Sons of Anarchy, so I did a little digging to see what I was walking into. Rest assured though,” you say when a look of fury passes over his features, “that everything I found out, I scrubbed from my laptop. I don’t care what you guys or the club has done in the past or will do in the future. I’m honestly just here to make up for lost time with my sister.” Tara’s surprised expression is more acceptable than Jax’s curious one. “So.. you guys think about it and if you’re not comfortable with me being here, I’ll leave.”

A strangled noise escapes from Tara’s throat, but she snaps her mouth shut. Jax glances at her, holds her gaze, and then sighs. “You swear nothing you were involved in will blow back on my family or club?”

“I’m not runnin’ from anyone,” you assure him. “I didn’t do anything to piss anyone off, nor is anyone looking for me. I honestly just got tired of all the hustle and bustle of New York, and being friends with Avengers. I just want to get to know my family.”

Jax sighs and rubs a hand down his face. “Fine. You’re on probation though.”

“Jax-”

“No, Tara. Until we can trust YN, your interactions are all going to held at the clubhouse. And if you want to go out, you’re gonna have escorts.”

“Jesus-”

“That’s fine.” You smile at your clearly agitated sister. You cut her off before she can tell her husband anything. “Really, it’s fine. I know some shit I’m not supposed to and they want to keep an eye on me to make sure I don’t rat. I’m okay with that.” The fight drains out of your sister. “So now that we’ve established that, I really have to go. Do you have a pen and paper so I can leave you guys my number?”

Tara gets up and goes to a drawer, getting exactly what you asked for. You write your number down for them, and then she writes down hers and Jax’s.

“Do you have cash for a motel room?” Tara asks.

“Yeah. Stark Industries paid really well. I’m all set.”

“Well okay then.”

An awkward silence falls over the three of you and you nervously chuckle. “So I’m gonna go.”

As you stand up, Jax and Tara follow suit. On your way outside, you make a phone call to the local cab company and then stop on the porch to face your sister. “Call or text me when you’re free, yeah?”

“Of course.” Tara stares at you for a moment before she pulls you into a hug and you laugh as you wrap your arms around her. “I’m so glad you came looking for me.”

“Ditto. I’ve missed you.” A car out by the curb honks and you sigh. “And that’s my cue. See you.”

“See you.”

When Tara calls you on your second day in Charming, she picks you up from the motel room and heads over to Teller-Morrow Automotive. She explains that the building attached to the automotive garage is the clubhouse for the Sons of Anarchy, and since Jax was wary of you then that’s where the two of you had to hang out.

When you popped up on their property for the first time, Jax introduced you to his brothers. You could tell he told them that you knew some stuff about them, but no one dared threaten you.

You and Tara got to catch up out by the picnic tables, she telling you all about her career path and you yours. She tries to get some more information about the rough patch you went through, but you only gave her vague answers. Eventually, one of the Sons who went by the name Juice joined you and you couldn’t help but feel he had ulterior motives. And you were proven correct when you saw him subtly try to maneuver his phone around your purse.

“If you’re looking for any type of recording device, you won’t find any,” you had told him. Juice had frozen and Tara rolled her eyes when she realized what he was doing. “But if it’ll make any of you feel better, feel free to dig through my belongings. I’ll even let you wave your phone over my body, inch by inch, if you want to.”

Juice’s eyes had widened and Tara snorted. “I, um, that won’t be-”

“For real. Have at it.” You opened your purse and planted it directly in front of him. “I have nothing to hide.”

Juice had looked at your sister, wincing apologetically. “Sorry, Tara, but we really need to make sure.”

Tara had looked like she wanted to argue, but you really had nothing to hide. So you let Juice go through your belongings, searching for any type of listening or recording device that wasn’t there. And when nothing turned up and your story seemed to check out, you were finally allowed inside the clubhouse.

Of course, though, before you step foot into their domain, Tara explained the rules of the MC world. She explained how the hierarchy around there worked, but while you understood the men were ranked differently, you were more interested in the hierarchy among the women. Croweaters, or sweetbutts, were what the men all referred to as free pussy. You had wrinkled your nose at the term and Tara completely understood, but you apparently had to know what you were walking into. Tara was Queen Bee and all the women answered to her, but the veteran croweaters would see you as competition. Tara promised to keep the drama from you as long as she could, but she mentioned it was only a matter of time before a confrontation occurred. And if said confrontation ever occurred, you were well within your rights to put a bitch in her place to prevent further confrontations. Jax’s only stipulation was that you didn’t kill anyone. Women business was women business, but the club did not need the cops investigating a death on the premises. You agreed.

The Sons soon became used to your presence in the club, though you did tend to stay away from their Friday night parties. You had been approached by nearly everyone- Tig tried only once to get into your pants before both you and Tara shut that shit down- and made friends with a few. However, your favorite, by far, has been Juice. Of course, you really liked your brother-in-law, but you couldn’t help but feel that he was just waiting for you to slip up.

On one of the shop’s slow days, Jax orders some of the lower ranking members and Prospects to watch the garage while everyone else slinks off to the clubhouse to start winding down for the day. You were already there when they walked in, waiting for Tara to get off work, sitting on the couch with your feet propped up on the coffee table and laptop in your lap. You’ve been in the cheap motel for too long now and you were looking for a place to call your own since Tara didn’t want you going anywhere. And Juice, being the only other person in the club who knew his way around technology, was sitting next to you with his own laptop and digging through information on the houses you’d been looking into.

“Any luck?” Jax asks, sitting across from you on another couch, beer in hand.

“Eh.” You shrug. “Found a few places, but Juice has been vetoing them.”

“I love Charming, but our locals are seriously trying to rent out places that are in need of major fixes.”

“Aren’t ‘ya swimmin’ in cash, lass? Build. Or better yet, ask that Stark fella to lend a helpin’ hand,” Chibs muses.

“Nah.”

“I don’t know. If I had a billionaire for a friend, I’d be asking for all sorts of favors,” Opie says.

You glance up from your screen, narrowing your eyes on the bearded Son. “Are you guys still on that? Just because I don’t hold phone conversations with them on the regular, doesn’t mean I don’t personally know them. They’re very busy people.”

“Bullshit.” Tig calls out. “I think you just threw out some big names so we would tread carefully around 'ya. Or just to make yourself look cool.”

You pinch the bridge of your nose, sighing.

“What? What’d I miss?”

Your sister’s voice calms you. “These idiots still think I don’t know the Avengers.”

“Well..”

You quickly glance at Tara. “You too?!”

“I’m sorry!” She laughs as she takes a seat next to you. “You can’t just name drop those names and have nothing to show for your friendship with them.”

“Phones are easily hacked! I wasn’t about to have pictures with them and then have those pictures end up in the wrong hands.”

“I got twenty that says she doesn’t actually know them,” Happy says. You gape at him, the stoic biker not one for many words. At least not when you were in the room.

“Seriously?”

“I’ll take that bet,” Chibs says. He pulls a twenty from his kutte pocket and throws it on the table.

You glance between those sitting around- Jax, Opie, Bobby, Tig and Juice tossing down cash as well. Chibs, Bobby, and Juice were the ones who thought you were telling the truth about the Avengers, whereas Happy, Jax, Opie and Tig thought you were spewing bullshit. Tara, however, was on the fence. She wanted to believe you, but she wanted proof.

“Fine. Fine!” You grit out, scowling at the Sons. “I’ll make a video call, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be answered.”

Jax smirks. “Of course. Go ahead.”

Closing out of your opened tabs, you pull up your video calling app. Out of everyone, you figured Tony would be your best bet since he never cared to stay focused on his work unless it was super fuckin’ important. So after leaning forward to place your laptop on the coffee table, you hit Tony’s icon and sit back while it rings.

The Sons start to smirk as the fourth ring goes unanswered, but by the sixth when your call is answered, it’s your turn to smirk.

“Shortstack! You called!”

“Hey, Tones.”

From one moment to the next, the Sons are all scrambling out of their seats to stand behind the couch you’re sitting on. Tara and Juice gape at the screen, and you can see the sparkling amusement in Tony’s eyes. “What’s up? You need me to be the Daddy Warbucks to your Annie again?”

Your nose wrinkles. “Why does that sound so gross?” Your question goes unanswered and you shake your head. “And no. Just thought I’d call and say hi. And to appease these morons around me. They didn’t believe I was set up with superheroes while I was in New York.”

“Ahh. Got 'ya.” You can see his gaze dart to your sister. “So you must be the other Knowles. Nice. Your shitty father made hot daughters.”

Tara barks out a laugh. “Uh, thanks.”

“Mhm.” His gaze then darts all over the screen. “And you gentlemen must be those outlaw bikers I know absolutely nothing about.”

The Sons all around you tense and your eyes narrow at the screen. “Tony..”

“What?” He feigns innocence. “I said I know nothing.”

“You’re not Jon Snow. You know everything, don’t you?”

“Oh, would you look at that? I think Pepper-”

“Anthony Edward Stark!”

“Fine. I got bored on day two of your absence and did some research on your sister. I made the connections you no doubt did, after all I taught you everything you know, and ate all the bags of popcorn as I read through their files. They’re fascinating people. I definitely need to meet them in person.”

You exhale tiredly. “Goddammit, Tony. You promised not to stick your nose in places it doesn’t belong.”

“Whatever. Natasha’s impressed. She wants to meet them too. We all have our bets on which biker you’ve already bedded.”

You choke on nothing but air as the Sons slowly start to loosen back up, chuckling. “What?! I’m not sleeping with anyone.”

“Really? I had my money on Lowman. He looked like the scariest one and after you had that thing with Barnes-”

“What!?” Your sister cuts in. You can feel your face heat up and Tony smirks at you through the screen. “Did you have sex with a national icon, YN?”

“Maybe.” She gasps and you groan. “But it wasn’t with Barnes. He was a tough nut to crack.” Tony laughs. “I, uh, I defiled the other national icon.”

“You boned Captain America?” Jax asks, eyebrows raised in surprise. “Nice.”

“Can we move on, please? I didn’t call to talk about my sex life.”

“But it’s such a fun topic. By the way, Natasha has her money on Ortiz. She said you wouldn’t be able to resist that goofy smile of his for long.”

From your peripheral vision, you see Juice face you. You see his lips stretch wide and you shake your head. “Not a word.”

“What?” This time is Juice’s turn to feign innocence.

The Sons chuckle all around you as you glare at Tony. “Thanks for that, Tin-Man-”

“You’re welcome.”

“-but now I’m gonna go since you’ve started shit I’m gonna have to deal with for the next couple of weeks. A bunch of these assholes didn’t believe I knew you, so now that their curiosity is sated, my job is done.”

“Sure. See you, Shortstack.”

As soon as you end the call, Juice leans forward to collect the cash from the table and divide it up between himself, Bobby and Chibs.

“So,” your sister drawls. “That was something.”

“Mhm. And now that I’ve opened the floodgates, I’m pretty sure those calls with Tony are going to be more frequent. He’s too nosy for his own good, but no worries. He won’t say shit about anything he learns. He loves the drama.”

“And this thing with Captain America?” You groan and your sister nudges you. The Sons all reclaim their seats, giving you their undivided attention. “How did that happen?”

You shrug. “I honestly don’t know. It was only once, so don’t get carried away. We were friends, we fucked and got it out of our systems, and then went back to normal.”

“And what about the Winter Soldier?” Jax asks, eyes glittering in amusement. “Now that’s one scary dude. Did you really try to fuck with all that?”

“Dude’s a charmer when he’s not on a mission,” you tell him. “That fuckin’ smirk of his did me in and he knew it, but he wouldn’t get involved. Said he had too many enemies and couldn’t risk someone catching wind of any significant other and using them against him.”

“Good,” Tara says.

All is quiet and then, “I don’t have that many enemies. We could still-”

“Oh my god, Juice, shut up and help me find a house.”

Against your will, your cheeks heat up and you do your best to not look in his direction. “That wasn’t a no.”

Tara snorts so hard she clamps a hand over her mouth, muffling her laughter as you try to sink in your seat and disappear.

Juan Carlos Ortiz was definitely going to be trouble, but deep down you were looking forward to it.

Juan Carlos- er, Juice- really amped up the flirting when Tony admitted that the Black Widow figured you would have slept with him by now. He really was your type and had you met him outside of the club, you probably would have slept with him. But for some reason, you felt as if the Sons were off limits and decided not to go there. Not even after Tara had given you permission since you were an adult and could handle your own shit.

But even after having that permission, you held back a bit. You let him flirt and even started to flirt back, surprising him one day when you were playing a game of pool with your sister. You knew perfectly well what you were doing, but Juice still found it necessary to bend over your back and cage in with his arms to show you how to properly handle a cue. Across the table, Tara hadn’t bothered to hide her amusement as you played along, pushing your ass back into his groin and then pulling away to take the shot on the other end of the table.

And though you never said anything out loud, you did take notice of how he started distancing himself from the sweetbutts when they tried to get him to take them to his dorm in the back. Unfortunately, the sweetbutts noticed it too and didn’t bother hiding their annoyance with you.

Tara ended up convincing you to buy a house instead of renting, and it was no surprise Juice helped with that as well. With his and Tara’s help, you were able to find a three bedroom, two bath house and easily put in an offer that was accepted only after a few days.

So after a long day of buying furniture and setting it up in your house, Jax threw a party at the clubhouse to officially welcome you to Charming.

By midnight, the party at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse was in full swing. Jax gave a speech and then had you do a shot with all the Sons you’ve become comfortable around, along with your sister. Sweetbutts worked the stripper pole and worked the floor, trying to pick up any fully patched member of the club, and you were immediately annoyed with all the glaring when Juice chose to spend some time with you at the bar.

Juice had eventually walked off to play some pool with Opie and Tara decides she needs the bathroom after one too many drinks, leaving you all alone. A Prospect behind the bar asks if you need another beer and you gladly take one. Just as you’re handed your beer, your right shoulder is shoved- shoved hard enough to know it wasn’t an accident. So turning on your stool, with one knee still crossed over the other, you raise an eyebrow at the group of three sweetbutts trying to intimidate you with their glares.

“Yes?” You muse. “How can I help you..” you pause, looking them up and down, and wrinkling your nose a bit to show your dislike of them, “ladies?”

“Listen, sweetheart, I think it’s time you learn the rules of the MC.” The blonde addressing you has too much makeup caked on her face, and it takes everything in you to not outright laugh at her. “We’ve put our time in here with the boys which means we get the pick of the litter. New pussy deals with the hang arounds and leaves the patched members for us.”

“Is that so,” you drawl. You take a sip of your beer, eyes glittering. You know you’ve had one too many since you’re entertaining these morons.

“Yes.” Your cheek suddenly stings with a slap you hadn’t anticipated and your head barely moves with the force from the hit. Those around you cease all movement and noise to see how this plays out, and even the music is lowered. All eyes are on you. “Stay away from Juice.”

Blondie’s staring heatedly at you, your lips twitch, and then suddenly you’re laughing.

Sliding off your stool, you stand next to her while addressing everyone watching on. “Listen up, sweetbutts,” you call out. “I don’t know what it is I did that made all of you so insecure, but you need to knock it the fuck off right now.” Several of the sweetbutts scoff. “I am fed up with your petty bullshit, so consider this your first and only warning. If you approach me with the intention of warning me off a guy who is clearly not interested in sticking his dick in a party favor anymore-”

“Oh shit,” someone laughs.

“-then you’re going to walk off looking far worse than this skank standing next to me.”

The entire clubhouse is quiet, so it’s not hard to hear the mumbles of confusion. You obviously hadn’t done anything to the sweetbutt standing next to you.

“Listen, you little-”

Without batting an eye, you angle your body towards the blonde sweetbutt, grab the back of her head and slam her face down on the bar. There’s a sickening crack before the sweetbutt crumples to the floor and you exhale tiredly. “There’s your warning,” you deadpan. “If you start shit with me, you can bet your fake tits and fake tans that I’ll fuckin’ end it.” Everyone blinks at you in surprise and you snap your fingers at the two closest sweetbutts standing next to you. “Get your friend off the floor and clean her up.” They blink at you. “Now!”

The sweetbutts flinch at the tone of your voice and hurriedly collect their friend off the ground. It’s your turn to glare until they’re out of the vicinity and before you can take a seat, Juice is suddenly all up in your personal space, hand grasping the back of your neck and pulling your face to his.

Wolf whistles and catcalls erupt all around you as Juice controls the possessive kiss. Then when you start to pull back, you pull his bottom lip between your teeth and nip. He groans and you fully pull back then, reclaiming your stool and sipping your beer. “Still not sleeping with you, Juan Carlos.”

He smiles, big and goofy, and your heart stutters as he steps between your knees, hands caging you in against the bar top. “At least not yet.”

You laugh and then act as if the last couple of minutes didn’t happen, but given the look Tara and Jax are giving you, it did. “Wow.” Your sister drawls. “You’re not even an Old Lady and these bitches are scared of you.”

Jax laughs. “You’re a little spitfire, huh. Now I see the resemblance to Tara.”

You roll your eyes, swatting at Juice so he pulls back some. “Sorry about the-”

“Don’t apologize,” Jax says. “You were well within your rights. I’m proud of 'ya.”

“Yeah. Me too.” You meet Juice’s amused gaze, letting him steal another quick kiss before you push him away.

“Alright, Juan Carlos, off you go. You staked your claim.”

Juice laughs once more before he takes his leave, Jax watching his brother with amused eyes. “Juice, really?”

“Don’t give me that look. I can’t help it. His smile really should be considered a weapon.”

Jax laughs. “Enjoy the rest of your party, sis.”

You beam at him. “Will do, bro.”

The next few months in Charming are some of the best months of your life. Not only do you have your sister by your side, but Juice has become a pretty solid presence in your daily life and it surprisingly doesn’t bother you one bit.

You became acquainted with the MC life a bit more and, though you and Juice steered clear of the old lady label, the sweetbutts of the club learned pretty fast to not touch what everyone knew to be yours. And when other fully patched members from other charters tried to push up on you when they were visiting, Juice was quick to shut that shit down.

So, of course, when everything is going well, it’s no surprise that it all quickly turns to shit.

The charter from Tacoma is set to visit in a couple of days, so you and Tara gathered all the sweetbutts to help get the clubhouse in tiptop shape. And since it was the weekend, only a handful of patched members were working the front while the others lazed about.

You are behind the bar, taking stock of the alcohol and mentioning to Tara what the club needed to stock up on when Jax saunters up to the bar.

“Hey YN?”

“Yeah?” You hum.

“Care to explain why suited up Avengers are making their way through the lot?”

“What?” Your head snaps up and you look out the door, and sure enough you spot Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Tony and Bruce making their way towards the clubhouse. And in the middle of them all Nick Fury strides confidently with his coat flapping behind him. You pale. “Fuck.”

“YN?” Tara frowns. “What’s going on?”

“I- I don’t know.” You quickly scramble out from behind the bar, rushing towards the door to meet them before they can step foot inside. Jax and Tara are not far behind you, and the other Sons are starting to close in to see what’s going on.

You can’t decipher anything from Steve or Natasha’s expressions, but Wanda, Tony and Bruce are clearly apologetic. Fury stops just a few feet from you, uncaring for those gathering around him. “Agent Knowles,” you flinch at the title, “we need-”

“No.” You cut him off.

“Doll,” Steve tries then and you take a step back, shaking your head.

“Not only no, but fuck no! I’m out, remember?” You bump into someone and glance over your shoulder to see Juice there, eyes dark as he glares down Steve. When you stare back forward, you nearly roll your eyes at Natasha’s smug expression.

“It’s a matter of Earth’s destruction, kiddo,” Tony says. “We need all our heavy hitters on board.”

“Wait, what?” Tara says. “Heavy hitters? But my sister’s not-”

“You didn’t tell them,” Natasha realizes.

“Tell us what?” Jax grits out.

Against your will, your eyes start to fill with tears. “I just wanted a normal life. Why did you have to-”

“YN.” A hand grips your own and you’re faced with a worried sister. “What’s going on?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat less your voice cracks. “We need to talk.” Then looking at Jax, you say, “I’m sorry. I never meant for anyone to find out this part of my life, but if you can clear the clubhouse, I’ll explain. This is something I don’t want just anyone knowing, so only bring in those you absolutely trust with your life.”

The tendons in Jax’s cheek twitches as he clenches his jaw, but Tara’s hand slipping into his calms him a bit. “Fine.” Jax looks out at all his brothers. “Get inside. Get the Prospects to watch the garage and send everyone else home.”

Jax receives nods in return, and Tig, Juice, and Bobby start jogging around to send all the sweetbutts home and to make sure the Prospects remain in the garage and to not take on any new appointments. Fury and your friends from New York follow you into the clubhouse, looking around and taking in their new surroundings. And when you see Tony head for the bar, you sigh and grab him by the wrist before marching him over to the couches. Tara’s lips twitch when she sees you scold the billionaire and he pouts in return.

After what seems like forever, everyone takes a seat. Or stands, as in Jax’s case.

Opie, Chibs, Tig, Happy, Bobby and Juice are glancing around, waiting to hear just exactly what’s going on that has their President looking a bit murderous.

“So, uh, you guys remember that rough patch between my nursing job and before I started working for Stark Industries? The rough patch where I told you that a group of friends helped me out of?”

Tara’s eyes light up as she comes to a realization. “You said that the Avengers helped you out.”

“Yeah.” You gulp. “So as it turns out, I have alien DNA thanks to my mom.” The room is deathly quiet and you shakily breath out. “I could have lived my entire life without ever knowing, but I was one of the unlucky individuals who was exposed to contaminated supplements.”

“Contaminated how?” Tara asks.

“With terrigen crystals,” you tell her. Sighing, you realize you’re gonna have to explain. “There’s an alien race out there that can pass for human until they’re exposed to something called terrigen mist. Once exposed, their powers are activated.”

“You have superpowers?!” Juice blurts. When all gazes dart to him, some annoyed and others amused, he sinks into his seat. “Sorry.”

You flash him a grin and then get back to your story. “A shipment of this mist was dropped into the ocean, forming crystals among the sea life and ocean floor. Contaminated fish were caught and sold to businesses as usual. One day I was taking my daily dose of vitamins, fish oil was in there, and minutes later I was being cocooned in rock.” You take a breath as that information sinks in. “I don’t know how long I was stuck in stasis, but then in the next moment I was breaking free and in possession of powers so destructive that I dropped everything and ran.”

“We found her,” Tony says, “and took her in. She had brought down a building, took out a ring of illegal weapons dealers-”

“On accident! I just saw something I wasn’t supposed to, they cornered me, I panicked and then my powers lashed out.”

“Whatever,” Tony huffs. “You were a complete badass and were in training to become one of us until you decided to live life like a normie.”

Tara and Jax now look at you in surprise, and you shake your head. “Sure it sounds cool, but you guys didn’t see what I was capable of. I was training in between my shifts in the medical wing and I nearly killed Wanda in a training session before I suited up for the first time. Wanda!” You say, pointing to the brunette in question. “She’s the strongest Avenger and I nearly took her out. I wasn’t safe.”

Tony scoffs. “First of all, Wands isn’t the-”

“Yeah, she is,” you deadpan. “But anyway, I couldn’t deal and decided to ask Doctor Banner if there was any way to cure what I had become. There isn’t a cure for people like me, but there are suppressors. So after signing a shit load of paperwork, I asked Doctor Banner for those suppressors and wiped my hands of the superhero life.”

“So you still have these powers?” Tara asks.

“Yeah. I just can’t access them as long as I take the pills I was given.”

“We have an injection that can reverse the pill’s effects,” Fury says. You freeze and glance at the Director, eyes narrowing. “Stark wasn’t lying when he said we needed our heavy hitters.”

“I’m a liability. Find someone else.”

“There is no one else.”

“Fuck that!” You snap at him. “You’re Nick fuckin’ Fury! Your secrets have secrets! There has to be other individuals out there that can stand against whatever’s coming. Where’s Thor?”

“On Asgard taking care of his people after the aliens coming here ransacked his home,” Steve says. “He sent some friends to warn us of the impending danger.”

“Fuck,” you groan.

“Look at it this way, Agent Knowles-”

“Stop calling me that,” you grit out. “I resigned.”

Nick rolls his one good eye. “If you don’t help and we somehow miraculously win this fight, the life you set up for yourself here goes away. This little club you’ve surrounded yourself in goes away.” The Sons all tense in their seats, and you and Tara stare at Nick with wide, disbelieving eyes. “And then for the rest of your life you’ll be looking over your shoulder for a bunch of pissed off bikers who’ve been thrown back into prison all because you couldn’t handle your shit like a grown-up.”

The Sons suddenly draw their weapons, but the Avengers and Nick merely stand there without batting an eye. The rage you feel after your friends and family have been threatened is nothing you’ve ever felt before, but before you can explode on the Director of SHIELD, Tara’s touching your shoulder.

The tension flees your body when you see her tearfilled eyes. “Tara, I-”

“Please,” she murmurs. “If not for the club, then for Abel. Whatever’s going on, it sounds serious. I want my son to live a long and happy life.” Your bottom lip trembles and your head hangs in shame. Tara’s suddenly in front of you, arms wrapping around you as she lets you cry on her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay. You have a bigger support system now. We’ll help you.”

After giving yourself a moment to recover and gather your thoughts, you lift your head and school your expression before turning to face Fury. “I’ll do it, but on one condition.”

“Name it.”

“I do this, and anything and everything you dug up about those associated with the Sons of Anarchy vanishes. Anything pops up in the future, I expect you to catch it and scrub it.”

The Sons all look at you in surprise and Steve looks ready to object, but Fury nods. “Done.”

To be continued..

When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren’t expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life’s funny like that.

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You’d been living in Bakersfield for a little over six months now and you couldn’t picture being anywhere else. Your neighbors, especially Elena, were all lovely and friendly. You got to see a hot biker or two every now and then, and even made friends with said bikers.

Happy had taken full advantage of you being friends with his mother and having your number and texted you every Sunday afternoon to see how she was doing.

It’s Friday night, after you’ve had dinner with Elena, and you’ve just finished helping her clean up before you take your leave. And after one too many yawns, she swats at you with one of her dish towels.

“Ve a casa y duerme un poco. Has estado trabajando toda la semana.” (Go home and get some sleep. You’ve been working all week.)

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going.” You walk towards the door, hesitating before you push it open. “I have errands to do tomorrow, but Sunday I’m driving over to my dad’s for dinner. Do you want to go with me?”

“No sé..” (I don’t know.)

“Well sleep on it. If you want to get out of the house, you’re more than welcome to tag along.” You smile at her before pushing open the door, brow furrowing when you spot the vehicle sitting directly in front of her house. For some reason warning bells immediately go off and your heart drops into your stomach when you see the window roll down.

There’s a glint in the moonlight and you quickly backpedal into Elena’s home.

“Gun! Elena, get down!”

Gunshots ring out, aimed right where you were standing, and you fall backwards as Elena screams. You roll around on your back, kicking the wooden door closed as splintered wood falls on you. It seems like it goes on forever, as you crawl towards Elena who’d knocked over her coffee table and laid behind it, but really it’s only a handful of seconds before you hear tires screeching and the sound of a car’s engine driving away.

“Elena, ¿estás bien?” (Elena, are you okay?)

When she glances up at you, your heart aches for the woman with a tearstained face. She nods, but her gaze drops down from your face. “Mija, estás sangrando.” (You’re bleeding.)

When you glance down and see blood dripping down from your chest, the pain kicks in. You know panicking never helps a situation, but you can’t help it. “Call 911. ‘Lena, call 911!”

You see the dish towel Elena had moments ago, grabbing it and moving so you’re laying on your back. You immediately press it to your wound, trying to regulate your breathing since you can actually feel it getting shallower and shallower.

As Elena makes her way to her phone that’s hanging on the wall, you pull out your own from your pocket. Quickly bringing up Happy’s contact, you send him two texts back to back before setting your phone aside and resting your eyes.

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The Sons down in Charming are enjoying their Friday night to the best of their ability. Ever since Clay had been taken out, and Gemma not that long after him since her botched attempt on Tara’s life, Jax got the club on a semi-decent path. They still dabbled in some pretty illegal stuff, but they were a lot more calculated about it to prevent any more brothers doing time.

A few of the patched brothers are drinking some beers, talking about random shit as some sweetbutts try to entice a few of them back to their dorms when Happy’s phone beeps from inside his kutte. No one thinks anything of it, at least not until he pulls out his phone and then promptly shoves the sweetbutt who’d been walking her fingers up and down his thigh away from him.

“What’s up, Hap?” Jax asks, having felt the change in atmosphere the moment Happy read whatever was on his phone.

“My Ma’s neighbor texted.” He pushes a button before pressing his phone to his ear.

Juice immediately looks up from his laptop. “You got her number before I did? Damn.”

“It’s not like that,” he immediately says. The ringing phone goes to voicemail before he tries it again. “She sent two texts- three words. ShootingandMa’s house.”

“Oh fuck.”

Immediately, Chibs and Tig are shooing away the rest of the sweetbutts as they wait with bated breath for whoever Happy is calling to pick up. And just when he thinks it’s gonna go to voicemail again, it clicks over.

“HAPPY?!”

“Ma? Ma, where’s YN?”

He puts the phone and speaker so he doesn’t have to explain this to his brothers as soon as it’s over, mentally cringing as they all listen to his hysterical mother. He doesn’t have a good feeling about this. “They shot her, mijo. They shot her and now her eyes won’t open.”

“Who shot her, Ma?” He stands- Juice, Jax, Opie, Chibs and Tig following suit and pulling on their kuttes.

“I don’t know! They were waiting outside my house and..”

“And what?” No words are spoken as Elena cries. “And what, Ma?! What’s going on?”

“Happy, there’s so much blood.”

“Fuck. I’m on my way.”

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Elena Lowman sits in the lobby of Memorial Hospital with YN’s entire family, rosary gripped in one hand and her other hand holding tight to YN’s father’s. She hadn’t had the number for YN’s family, but the hospital had her emergency contact so they were the ones to make the call. Her father, siblings, sibling-in-laws, and nieces and nephews all showed up, and Elena felt horrible for the family who was scared to death to hear any type of news.

She told the family everything that had happened and felt like it was her fault, but YN’s family assured her it wasn’t. They made sure she was okay before the sisters dragged her to the bathroom, cleaning their sister’s blood off of Elena’s hands and arms. There was nothing to do for her clothes, but hopefully they wouldn’t be there too long.

One moment the waiting room is eerily quiet with the occasional ping over the hospital’s intercom, and the next several bikers are stomping their way through the halls. One of YN’s brothers and his wife tense, but everyone else smiles weakly at the sight of Happy and Juice, and nods at the rest of the men who are obviously part of some motorcycle club.

“Ma?” Happy’s jaw clenches when he sees the blood soaked into his mother’s pants.

Elena glances at him, sniffling. “I’m fine, mijo.”

Juice rubs a hand over his mohawk, exhaling roughly. “What happened? Have they said anything?”

No one says a word and Elena is quick to comfort YN’s father when he hides his face in the palms of his hands and starts crying again.

YN’s brother, the one Juice and Happy had seen at the cookout, gestures them over to the side so he doesn’t have to rehash everything in front of his father again. Alone, he sighs. “She took a bullet to the chest.”

“Fuck,” Juice swears.

“She lost a lot of blood and the bullet clipped her lung. They took her back for surgery, but that was a while ago. We haven’t heard anything since.”

“Do the pigs have any leads?” Jax asks when he sees how tense his brothers are.

YN’s brother shrugs. “Couple of co-workers mentioned that YN got into it with a couple of thugs. One of their crew got gunned down and died before he made it to the hospital. YN was on call that day and they blamed her.”

“Juice, you still got my Ma’s place hooked up with cameras?”

“Yeah.”

“Find the fuckers who did this.”

Juice nods and before they can stomp away, YN’s brother grabs onto Happy. When Happy tenses, YN’s brother is quick to let go. “If my baby sister dies, they die.”

“They were dead the moment they decided to stalk your sister and park outside my Ma’s house.”

“Good.”

The Sons raise a surprised eyebrow at the brother’s easy agreement to killing those responsible for shooting his sister, but say nothing as they let Happy take the lead.

Your eyelids feel heavy when you’re finally forced back into the land of the living and you begrudgingly do everything the doctor and nurse tell you to do in order for them to pull the tube from your throat. You feel completely exhausted even though you know you just woke up and everything hurts. They ask the usual questions of what you remember and what you don’t, if you know what day it is, and then fill in the blanks for you when you fail to answer correctly.

They sit you up and let you have a sip of cold water for your sore throat, and then ask if you’re up for any visitors. When you tell them visitors are fine, you’re not surprised when your entire family tries to fit in there all at once before they’re told only to go in a few at a time. They tell you that you’d been under for two days so they could make sure your lung properly healed, and that Happy and Elena were daily visitors. They also tell you that the men responsible for the shooting had been found, but they didn’t live long. Apparently their car had been tampered with which resulted in quite a fiery explosion after they ran from the police.

Oh well. At least you didn’t have to worry about them in the future.

It wasn’t long before Elena and Happy showed up, and your family left to give you some time with them. And as soon as your family exited, Elena was by your bedside, sobbing and apologizing for something that was not her fault. You assured her of such and it took a moment for her to calm down, and when she did she asked how you were feeling.

Eventually Elena excuses herself to use the bathroom and then you’re left with Happy. He pulls a chair up to the foot of your bed and relaxes into it. “Pigs found the little punks that took a shot at 'ya. They’re dead.”

“I know.” The corner of your lips curl upward. “I’m glad.”

“Really? Aren’t nurses supposed to be all about helping others and shit? Wishing them well and all that bullshit.”

You shrug, wincing when it pulls at the stitches in your chest. “I could probably forgive being shot, but your Ma was standing right behind me, Hap.” You sigh and shake your head. “Now I know she’s your blood, but I’ve come to see her like family. And I don’t appreciate anyone putting my family in danger.”

He slowly smiles as he nods. “Good.”

You nod back and shift against your pillows. “So what have you been up to, Mr. Badass Biker? Any entertaining stories you can and are willing to share?” He merely continues to smile and then shrugs. “Oh come on. I just woke up this morning and I’m already bored out of my mind.”

“You got my boy all twisted up, worried for your well being. Jumps for his phone every time it pings, only to realize he never gave you his number. It’s hilarious.”

“Poor Juice,” you mumble.

Happy quietly chuckles before reaching inside his kutte, pulling out a familiar cell phone before tossing it onto your lap. “Ma gave it to me for safe keeping. Went ahead and added the idiot’s number for you and a couple others in case you can’t reach me.”

“Thanks.”

“Now please do me and my brothers a favor, and text the idiot. Put him out of his misery.”

“I will, but not while your Ma’s here. She’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Happy smiles again. “Fair enough.”

At Teller-Morrow Automotive, a few of the Sons are working on vehicles while a few others are loitering around the lot. Happy’s on his lunch break, sitting at the picnic table outside and keeping an eye on Juice who’s sitting in the clubhouse, typing away on his laptop while completely ignoring the sweetbutt trying to press up on him.

Two individuals take a seat across from Happy, and he glances over to nod at Jax and Opie.

“Man, what’s up with Juice?” Jax wonders. “He still all twisted up over that nurse neighbor of your Ma’s?”

Opie huffs. “She must be quite the lay in bed. I haven’t seen him take a bitch to his dorm in a while.”

Happy’s lips twitch. “He’s only ever met her once. I gave her his number, but since he’s still moping I’m assuming she hasn’t called or texted.”

“She out of the hospital yet?” Happy nods and Jax smirks. “Call her. Tell her to put our boy out of his misery. I wanna see his reaction.”

Happy shrugs and pulls out his phone, pressing on YN’s contact before setting the phone on speaker and laying it on the table so he can continue to eat.

After the fourth ring, the line clicks over. “I was napping. This better be good.”

“Thought I told you to put Juice out of his misery?”

“Well hello to you too, Happy.” Jax and Opie snort. “And whoever else is apparently listening.”

“Hey. It’s Jax and Opie,” Jax muses.

“Hey guys.”

“Doin’ alright, sweetheart?” Jax asks since Happy’s gone back to eating again.

“Peachy. The hospital weaned me off the good stuff before they released me and my siblings’ crotch goblins have formed an attachment issue. Today’s the first day I’m on my own.”

Happy grunts. “Call Juice, YN. We’re watching him now and the poor bastard’s moping. We wanna see his reaction.”

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

The phone beeps, signaling she’s hung up and the three men immediately stare in Juice’s direction. They wait, rather impatiently, and then chuckle when they see Juice jerk as he reaches for his phone that had been on the bar next to his laptop. He frowns at the phone, answers it, and then that goofy ass smile they’re all used to makes an appearance.

“Jesus Christ,” Jax murmurs. “He’s done for.”

“How’d you even rope this girl in?” Opie asks.

“We didn’t,” Happy says. “Apparently her and my Ma hit it off when she moved in.”

“And the Tacoma Killer just accepted her like that?” Jax wonders.

Happy shrugs. “When Juice and I went to talk to my Ma about using her place as storage, YN whistled and told us my Ma was with her. She invited us over, told us to take a seat, handed us a beer and then let us eat at their table. That girl that Juice is so obviously infatuated with became important the moment I saw my Ma talking and laughing. I’d never seen my Ma like that.”

“And you’re okay with Juice chasing after her until he grows bored?” Opie asks.

“Juice has proven himself time and time again in this club,” Happy starts, “but we all know he wasn’t really cut out for this life. He’s grown accustomed to it, but you guys didn’t see him with YN and her family. YN’s type of life is the life our brother has been craving. And now that Jax is at the head of the table and the club’s changed drastically, I think Juice might actually be serious. He just doesn’t know how to go after it.”

A moment of silence passes and then..

“Well shit.” Jax chuckles. “We got one brother looking to settle down and another brother having a full blown conversation.” Happy scowls at his President and the other two men laugh. “We’ve got to meet this girl, man.”

Finally all healed up, you decide to drive down to Charming and buy lunch for your boys. You knew, without a doubt, that they had something to do with the thugs meeting their untimely demise, but you never questioned it. You just let it be. And over the last week, you’d been calling and trading texts with Juice, and since they were busy at the shop you figured you’d buy them lunch.

So here you are, driving into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive and parking. Happy knew you were coming, he being the one you were more intimidated by, so you made sure to clear it with him before you showed up out of the blue. And when he found out the purpose behind your visit, he texted you a handful of orders for burgers and fries.

Climbing out of your car, you grab the box of food from your backseat and then head towards a set of picnic tables where you spot a familiar bald head. On your way over there, however, you’re intercepted by a blue-eyed blonde, hair pulled back into a small bun and automotive shirt left unbuttoned atop a plain white tee.

“Can I help 'ya, darlin’?” He asks, wiping his hands on an oil rag.

“Oh, um, not really. I’m here for Happy,” you say while gesturing behind him.

The blonde raises an eyebrow at you before he glances over his shoulder, then glances back at you, and then comes to a realization. “Holy shit. You the nurse? Hap’s Ma’s neighbor?”

“Yeah?” You nervously chuckle. “You’ve heard stories or are you one of the ones who rode out when I had my little accident?”

“Rode out, darlin’. Jax Teller.” He introduces himself with a very charming smile.

You introduce yourself with a smile and nod. “Then I guess one of these burgers are for you. Kind of bought everyone who rode to Bakersfield lunch, so..”

“Perfect fuckin’ timing.” He takes the box for you, gesturing for you to follow. “Come on. The other guys are workin’, but me and Hap are on break. I even think your other boy is around here somewhere.”

“My other-”

“Juice.”

“Oh.” You can’t help the blush that stains your cheeks and you roll your eyes at Jax when he chuckles. “Shut up.”

As you make it to the table, you nod at Happy who flashes you a brief grin.

“Hey Ope! Juice! Get your asses over here,” Jax hollers.

Several other men stop and stare to see what the commotion is about, and you quickly take a seat to use Happy as a shield. “How 'ya doin’, kid?” He asks while digging into the box Jax was already rummaging through.

“I’m good. Hardly any pain now,” you say while moving around your right shoulder.

“And Ma?”

“She’s good too.” You smile as he finds his burger and takes a carton of fries for himself, readily digging in. “I still have one week off from work, so I’m gonna take her out for a drive come Tuesday. My nephew has a pee-wee football game coming up and she’s been expressing interest in seeing the kids play sports.”

He huffs. “Good. That’s the closest thing she’ll ever have to grandchildren.” You snort and he glances at you. “Unless you pop out a few. She thinks of you as a daughter.”

“Nuh uh. This is a crotch goblin free zone,” you say while gesturing down to your lap. “Don’t jinx me.”

This time, Jax snorts, shaking his head at the two of you. “Jesus. You two are something else.”

Before you can ask him what he means, another individual walks up to the table- over six feet tall, full beard, and a black beanie pulled down over his head despite the warm weather. “What’s going on, brother?”

“YN, this is Opie. Opie, this is Juice’s girl YN.”

“What?” You squeak and Happy chuckles at your side.

“YN brought lunch to all of us who rode out when she was shot,” Jax explains, completely ignoring you.

“Nice.” Opie looks at you, smiling. “Thanks for lunch.”

“Er- no problem.”

Opie takes a seat next to Jax, digging into the box for his food.

“Hey Jax, the prospect said you were- YN?”

You glance around Happy at the sound of your name and smirk at a surprised Juice. “Hey.”

“W-What are you doing here?”

“Feeding you guys. Have a seat if you’re hungry.”

It takes Juice a moment for his brain to catch up and then he’s beaming before throwing himself into the empty space next to you. He slings an arm around your shoulder, kissing your temple. “Alright. Feed me.”

Jax throws a wrapped burger at Juice and he easily catches it, laughing. Jax and Opie take turns asking questions- where you’re from, what you do for a living, how you’re healing and how it is that you can put up with Juice. Eventually their lunch break is over and it’s time for the next batch to take their break, but before anyone can head off, you stop them.

“Hey, so.. my family’s having another cookout to celebrate me no longer being an invalid- their words, not mine- on Saturday,” you say. “You guys are more than welcome to come.”

“Hell yeah,” Juice exclaims. “That kid nephew of yours gonna cook again?”

“Yes. Elena requested chicken and potato salad, so we’re doing chicken, pork ribs and fajitas again.”

“I’m in,” Happy immediately says.

“Me too.” Juice’s goofy smile practically makes you swoon.

Jax and Opie still haven’t said anything. “There’s, uh, there’s gonna be a bouncy house for the crotch goblins if you guys have any. My family just likes to sit around and talk shit, catch up. There’s music, beer, good food..”

“Hey, you guys think that bar-be-cue place down in Lodi is good?” Juice says. “They have nothing on YN’s nephew. Kid knows how to cook. It’s insane.”

Jax slowly smiles. “If Tara doesn’t have anything planned, I’m in.”

“Yeah, me too,” Opie says. “I think the wife might be busy, but I got two kids who don’t get to hang around other kids much.”

“Just have Juice or Happy text me when you’re really sure you’re going to show up,” you tell them. “We’re not going shopping until Friday, so I need to know how much food and beer and drinks for the kids to get.”

“Alright, sweetheart, will do,” Jax says.

The day of the cookout dawns bright and early, and you’re excited for it.

Your entire family was going to be in attendance, along with Elena, Happy, Juice, Jax and his family, and Opie and his kids since his wife was in fact busy. You had to purchase two more tables and a handful more chairs, but it didn’t bother you one bit. Even your dad and brothers chipped in, helping buy even more food when you explained you had more friends coming in.

Later in the afternoon, when your entire family has shown up, your nieces and nephews are running amok in the bouncy house that’s been situated on the side of your house where you can still keep an eye on them from your position in the front yard. The pit and food table are on the opposite side of the yard so the kids don’t have a chance of running into them, and your dad and Elena share a gliding bench situated next to the tables where everyone is sitting.

As the music plays, the kids screech, and the pit smokes, the sound of motorcycles fill the air. You perk up and Elena smiles knowingly at you, and you playfully roll your eyes at her before chuckling at your own reaction. Four motorcycles park in front of Elena’s house while a large SUV parks in her driveway. The four bikers dismount and wait near the SUV, and you smile as Jax greets his wife before helping Opie with the kids. Then when they all make their way towards your front gate, you get up to greet them.

Happy is the first one through and you grin at him. “You know the drill. Beer’s in the biggest cooler.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You and him bump elbows in greeting as he passes.

Juice is next, but he has no issue pulling you into a hug. Laughing, you pinch his side when his hug lingers, but he merely releases you just enough so he can stand next to you, hip to hip, while looking at those you’ve yet to greet.

Still tucked under Juice’s arm, you smile at Opie and Jax as they smirk knowingly at the two of you. You shake your head at them. “Hey guys. I’m glad you could make it.”

“Us too, YN.” Jax then glances at his side, smiling at the beautiful brunette at his side. “YN, this is my wife Tara. Tara, this is YN.”

“Hi,” Tara tells you, a toddler hitched on her hip. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Lies. All lies,” you blurt and she laughs.

Jax and Opie then introduce you to the kids, and you introduce their kids to your nieces and nephews. The kids of your family were a little nuts and you made sure to make it clear to them they were to tone down their energy levels so the new kids felt welcomed. Then once it seems that Opie’s kids and Jax’s oldest have become comfortable and rush to take off their shoes for the bouncy house, the adults get comfortable.

You lead them over to the coolers first, letting them grab a drink if they want before everyone takes a seat.

“You really weren’t kidding when you said a kid cooked,” Jax muses. “How old is he?”

You glance in the direction of your nephew standing at the pit, grinning. “Eighteen. He graduates later this year.”

“Nice.”

“YN! I need a hand.”

You sigh and take a gulp of your beer. “Sorry, boys. Duty calls.”

Juice watches as YN rushes off to speak with her nephew working the pit, sipping his beer and then laughing at something her sisters say. He gets pulled into a conversation with her siblings, so he’s not paying attention to his brothers or Tara who don’t bother smothering their awe at how more open and happier he seems in the family setting.

The music changes and a shriek pulls everyone’s attention towards the source. YN’s brother has caught her up in an impromptu dance, the two of them laughing before it’s broken up by one of the kids pushing their way between them. YN then picks up the kid, hitching them on her hip as she twirls them along to the music.

Juice’s eyes sparkle and Elena nudges her son. “Mijo, when is Juice going to say something? YN needs a man like him.”

Happy snorts. “Juice is workin’ on it, Ma.”

Breathless, you fall back into your chair and pick your beer right back up.

“Hey YN,” Tara calls out. “Is there a place I can change Thomas here?” She asks, bouncing her son in her lap.

“Yeah. Follow me.” You stand right back up, leading Tara into your house and into your bedroom. “Just use the bed. All the kids have been changed on the bed.”

“Thanks.”

As Tara changes her son, you take the time to use the bathroom. By the time you’re walking out, she’s closing up his diaper and pulling up his little shorts. “Do you mind watching him real quick while I use the bathroom?”

“Not at all.” You walk over to your bed, sitting near Thomas’ feet. “So long as I can give the kid back at the end of the day, I adore babies,” you say. Tara laughs on her way to the bathroom and you tickle Thomas’ tummy and thighs until you pull a toothy grin from him. “Look at those cheeks,” you coo. “So freakin’ adorable. You’re gonna be a heartbreaker, aren’t 'ya? Your mother and father are hot.”

You can hear Tara’s laughter from the bathroom, pulling faces at Thomas to make him giggle. You hear your floorboards creak and look up, a grin forming when you see it’s only Juice.

“You really have a soft spot for kids, huh?” He asks, leaning against the door jamb.

“Only if they’re not mine.” You glance back down at Thomas and lean down, fake biting his tummy while making a noise as if you’d taken a bite. He giggles some more and you laugh, pleased with yourself.

Juice continues to watch you playing with his brother’s kid. “So, after all this is done, do you have plans?”

“Nope. Why? What’d you have in mind?”

When you glance up at him, his smile nearly has you blushing. It was so not fair for him to be that good looking. “Thought I’d take you for that ride we were talkin’ about.” You can’t help it. You blush this time. “At least one of them.”

His smile widens as your blush burns. “Jesus Christ. Not in front of the baby.”

Juice laughs as you try to will your blush away. While the two of you had been texting, more often than not it led into a flirtatious territory that had Juice promising things that left your insides clenching in anticipation. And it seems he wasn’t as shy as you and you just knew he’d continue teasing you in the future.

“Okay,” Tara muses. “And that’s my cue to take my baby and go.”

The three of you chuckle and you bite the corner of your bottom lip when she winks at you. Then left alone with Juice, you stand up and nervously fidget under his stare.

“Nervous?”

“Maybe.”

Juice pushes off the door jamb and you gulp. “You shouldn’t be.”

“It’s the anticipation. It always-”

But your words are cut off as Juice swoops in, lips slanting over yours. His hands plant themselves on your hips as yours twist into the front of his shirt, and you groan when you feel his tongue sweep across your bottom lip. As the kiss deepens, his hands slide back over your ass before he reaches down to grab the back of your thighs and hoist you up.

Your legs wrap around his waist and he turns so your back is against the wall. You groan, pulling your mouth free so you can catch your breath and then swallow down a curse when his teeth sink into the side of your neck. You let him explore, licking and biting, until you grab his face between your hands and bring his mouth back to yours.

When the kiss slows, Juice pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours. He says something, but you’re still in a bit of a daze from making out with him.

“Hmm?” You hum.

“I said I’m really sorry.”

“For?”

“For this.” One of his hands leaves the back of your thigh and your brow furrows as he reaches behind him. His smile has you distracted so you don’t see anything in his hand until he’s popping something over your head.

You grimace at the feeling of a thick liquid dripping down your forehead and the sides of your face, and glance down when it lands on your chest. It’s paint. “In the house, Juan Carlos? Really?!”

He’s shaking with suppressed laughter as he wipes the paint from your forehead so it doesn’t fall into your eyes and then presses a brief kiss to your lips. “Your brothers dared me.”

You drop your legs from around his waist and narrow your eyes at him. “You better run.”

Juice makes a break for it and you rush to your closet, pulling out your newly purchased paintball gun. You bought it in case your brothers did something stupid and were more than prepared to shoot them, but since Juice did the dirty work he was just as guilty.

Marching through your house and out the front door, everyone glances at you.

“Oh fuck. You did it in the house!” One of your brothers exclaims. “You’re dead, man.”

“From what I hear, all three of you assholes are guilty.” Immediately you take aim at your brother, shooting his thigh. He yelps, your other brother laughs and then you manage to clip his bicep as well.

Everyone’s laughing, with the exception of Juice who’s staring at you with wide eyes. Glaring at him, you slowly toe off your shoes.

“Aw shit. Bro, you better run! She runs faster without her shoes on.”

Your glare suddenly softens and Juice seems to relax, even going as far as chuckling when you blow him a kiss. “Run.”

“Shit.”

You tear after Juice, aiming as best as you can and pulling the trigger as he runs from you down the street and around the corner.

Opie shakes his head as his brother disappears. “Is it always like this at these cookouts?”

Happy smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. “Last time YN and her brother got chased by a neighborhood dog. She scaled a tree and cut up her legs, and her brother got bit on the ass.”

“Am I the only one who noticed that Juice hoovered our baby sister’s neck?” One sister asks.

Everyone laughs and Tara sheepishly says, “I didn’t want to say anything, but before I came back out the tension in that bedroom was thick. I got Thomas and got out quickly. I’m not surprised he left her with a souvenir.”

Another sister muses, “Enough about Juice defiling our sister, who wants to bet one or both come back injured?”

Tara, Jax and Opie can only watch in amusement as Happy, his Ma and YN’s family start pulling out bills. Some say both will come back injured, some say they’ll be chased by the dog, one says they’ll come back covered in more hickies and one says only YN will be injured.

For a moment, everyone forgets about YN and Juice as they get dragged back into a conversation and check on the kids to make sure they haven’t beat each other up.

After chasing Juice and running out of ammunition, you limp back to your house. Everyone quiets as they realize it’s you, smirks blossoming all around.

“Did you get 'im?” Your dad asks.

“Aim’s still shit, but he will have a nice tramp stamp for the next few days.”

Your dad chuckles. “Good girl.”

“What happened?” Tara asks, gesturing to your ankle.

Blushing, you limp towards one of the chairs and fall into it. “I, uh, I might have sprained it?”

“How?”

“By laughing so hard that I didn’t see the small drop from the curb to the street?” You wince in embarrassment.

“Where’s Juice?” Jax asks.

You shrug. “I dunno. He got chased by Muffin which is why I was laughing so hard.”

“Who the hell is Muffin?”

“The neighborhood German Shepherd.” You smile. “He hates strangers, so I’ve been feeding him treats so he knows me. He wasn’t a fan of Juice.”

Tara gets up, handing her son off to Jax while she asks if you have any ziploc bags. You tell her you do and where they’re at in your kitchen, and you smile when she walks back out with a makeshift ice pack. “Here. Ice your ankle,” she tells you.

“Thank you.”

You pull another chair in front of you to prop your foot up, setting the ice pack on your ankle.

One of your brothers soon spots Juice jogging down the street. He’s sweaty and looks like there’s a bit of dirt and grass on the knees of his jeans. And when he makes it into your yard, he points a finger accusingly at you. “You sicced the dog on me!”

“You popped a paint balloon in my house!”

Everyone glances between the two of you, exploding with laughter a moment later. You and Juice finally crack a grin at each other and he makes his way towards you. When he sees your ankle, his eyes subtly widen. “What happened?”

“Karma,” you tell him. “I was too busy laughing at you that I stepped wrong off the curb.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” But Juice doesn’t care. All he knows is that you’re hurt and he’s partially to blame. You try to push him away, but he’s not having it as he lifts your foot, sits in the chair, and then places your foot on his lap. “You’re annoying.”

He looks up at you, slowly smirking. “You weren’t saying that when I had you against the wall.”

“We figured the two of you weren’t saying much given that hickey you left on the side of her neck.”

You and Juice both freeze at the sound of Happy’s voice- at the fact that every adult had fallen silent and heard his words too. You groan in embarrassment when you hear everyone start to laugh once more, but Juice is rather proud of himself when he realizes none of your family is against whatever this is between the two of you.

For the next half hour, the two of you endure teasing from your family and Juice’s friends- all the while Elena watches on in perfect contentment.

When the food is done and all the sides have been brought out- Happy and Juice won’t let you get up. Happy serves his Ma and Juice serves you, and then everyone’s settling down after making sure the kids have food and drink.

Jax bites into a pork rib and you can hear his groan from a few chairs away. “Holy shit, kid.”

“Told you.” Juice smirks proudly.

Opie devours one pork rib within seconds and you shake your head at him. “Breathe, Opie. There’s plenty of ribs to go around.”

Tara, Jax and Opie try everything they can, congratulating your nephew on being such a badass cook once they’re full and relaxing once more.

You’re not surprised that when you get up to go inside your house, Juice follows you. You flip off your siblings when they wolf-whistle, but laugh nonetheless. And then once in your room, you drop on your bed with Juice by your side.

“Are you still up for that ride later?”

“Hell yes,” you muse. “You promised a ride, I want a ride.”

He chuckles. “Mind if I stay over tonight?”

“Nope.” Your lips twitch. “But as much as everyone outside is rooting for us to seal the deal, I’m not having sex with you. At least not yet.”

“That’s fine by me, sweetheart.” He leans in, chastely kissing your lips. “You’re gonna be tired after we go for that ride anyway.”

“Mmm. We’ll see.” You kiss him in return, chuckling as he chases your lips. “Now let me go to the bathroom so we can get out of here. They’re gonna be suspicious when we head back outside.”

“Mhm.” He kisses you again, not being able to get enough, and you laugh as you shove him back.

“And while I’m in the bathroom, you get to clean up the paint from my floor.” Juice pouts, but you peck his lips one last time. “Happy cleaning, Juan Carlos.”

When you moved out on your own for the first time, you weren’t expecting to become attached to your elderly neighbor. Or to get to know her reclusive son and his insane friends. But yet here you are. Life’s funny like that.

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Author’s Note: Sorry in advance for the Spanish translations. It was all done by google.
There is hardly any Juice/Reader in this first part, but it’s still tagged as such because I didn’t want to separate the story in the tags. Sorry.

At sixteen years old, the thought of college and going out of state sounded like everything a teenager your age could want. You looked at schools, as expected, and even found a few you were interested in. It was exciting and you couldn’t wait to start the application process and graduate from your high school.

But then the time came and went, and you’d never done a single thing. By the time you graduated, the thought of leaving home terrified you. The thought of leaving your parents was a no-go and you ended up staying home. You had a few paid under the table jobs, but nothing concrete. Then your mother was diagnosed with cancer and you spent years watching her battling it, going through chemotherapy and just constantly being sick. And when she could no longer fight it, you watched with your heart in your stomach as she took her last breath.

Watching your mother pass made you the most paranoid you’d ever been, and you took your father’s health seriously after that. So serious, in fact, that you enrolled into community college and took the proper classes to get into a nursing program.

The nursing gig was your first real job and you loved it. Not only did you get to take care of people at work, but if anything ever happened at home then you were more than prepared for it. But then your sister got divorced and decided to move back home, and the two bedroom house you lived in with your dad wasn’t big enough anymore. So since you were the one with a steady job, you decided to move out and let your sister take care of your dad.

Finding a house in the same town you grew up in was impossible, but you ended up finding one in Bakersfield. It wasn’t too far from your dad and the hospital in the town you were moving to was in need of nurses, so it was perfect for you.

On moving day, your two brothers and one brother-in-law packed all your belongings into a moving truck while you drove ahead of them in your Dodge Challenger. The two bedroom house you had found was perfect, but this was the first time you were going to be on your own and you were kind of nervous. Your brothers did all the heavy lifting and reassembling of your bed as your dad sat on your porch watching them, and you and your sisters carried the boxes of all the rest of your belongings.

The entire time you were back and forth, you noticed an elderly woman next door sitting on her porch, fanning herself while watching all the commotion taking place. You didn’t want her to think it was going to be a daily occurrence, the loudness your family was currently creating, so you offered her a friendly wave and vowed to introduce yourself on one of the upcoming days. And after having a couple of pizzas delivered and an impromptu dinner on your front lawn, your family planned a bar-b-cue at your own place in two weeks before taking their leave.

In the next couple of days, you spend it putting everything in its proper place and washing clothes. You were grateful that your brothers had friends who were getting rid of some furniture, so all you really had to purchase were your washer and dryer. One friend was getting rid of a living room set, another was getting rid of their dining room table, and another had a spare refrigerator that they got rid of for a very cheap price.

It was currently Friday and you started work on Monday, so you decided to do your grocery shopping now. Plus you wanted to finally greet your neighbor since you realized she lived on her own, but you needed something to take over. And what better way to introduce yourself than with some fresh pan dulce? Nearly every Mexican elder loved their sweet bread with coffee and you were hoping it was the same for this lady.

So the following morning, you wake up extra early to make the pan dulce from scratch. It’s a little time consuming, but nothing too terrible and around eight in the morning you find yourself packing up four sweet breads and heading next door. The elderly woman is already on her porch, a cup of coffee sitting next to her on a little table. You exit your gate and make your way towards hers, waving as you hesitantly push through her gate.

“Good morning!” You call out.

And to your great relief, she smiles. “¡Buenos días!” (Good morning!)

So she speaks Spanish, but understands English. Good to know. “Hola. Mi nombre es YN. I, um, I just moved in and thought I’d introduce myself,” you say while approaching. You hand over the tupperware container in your hands. “Te hice pan dulce.” (I made you some pan dulce.)

“Ah. Gracias. Mi nombre es Elena.” (Ah. Thank you. My name is Elena.) She opens the container and takes a whiff of the sweet bread, and your heart warms as she immediately breaks apart one of them to eat. She closes her eyes as she takes a bite, humming. “This.. this is really good, mija.”

You chuckle. “Thank you.” She takes another bite before taking a sip of her coffee and you smile at her. “I used to make it for my mom all the time, then my dad, but he’s a really bad diabetic so I hadn’t been able to make it recently. I’d hoped you liked it, so I woke up this morning to make you some as a friendly neighborly gesture.”

“Bueno, lo aprecio.” (Well, I appreciate it.)

You smile before hooking a thumb over your shoulder. “Well, I should get going. I have a bit more paperwork to fill out at the hospital before I start my job there Monday morning. If you want any more pan dulce, just let me know and I’ll make you a fresh batch.”

“Sí, lo haré. Gracias de nuevo.” (Yes, I will. Thank you again.)

You and Elena wave at one another, and you get on with the rest of your day.

During the first week of starting your new job, you find yourself falling into a routine of waking up, going to work, going home, eating, showering and bed. But Elena apparently took a great liking to you and started inviting you over as soon as you got out of work. She did it when she saw how exhausted you were one night, making you dinner since you had made her pan dulce. And when she found out you were on your own and working diligently as a nurse, she wanted you over at her house so she could have dinner waiting for you. You had told her it wasn’t necessary, you didn’t want her doing so much at her age since she was on her own as well, but she only compromised with you when you suggested ordering take-out and eating it with her so she could make sure you were eating.

Elena had told you about some of her life- how her husband had passed when her son was only eight. Her son was a troublemaker and was in and out of jail, but recently he’d been doing okay even if he was part of a motorcycle club. However, she couldn’t complain too much because she had a few health issues and the club helped her son take care of her.

You had smiled at her storytelling and then told her about yourself- how you came from a decently sized family that was close, but something had fractured when your mother passed. You took care of your dad, paranoid about his health which made you want to become a nurse, and then moved out of his house when your sister moved back in after a nasty divorce. And in talking about your family, you tell her they had planned a cook-out at your house the following week and you would like it if she would attend.

It took some convincing, but eventually Elena agreed to meet your family.

The day of the bar-b-cue, one of your brothers showed up early with a pit on wheels. You helped him situate it in your front yard before he helped you put up a canopy for a bit of shade. Your brother had a 152 quart cooler in the back of his truck, and the two of you went halfsies on ice and the different types of beer your family enjoyed. Another smaller ice cooler was used for sodas and water, and you waved him off as you set up a couple of tables and chairs.

A little after two, your dad and siblings started showing up. Only one brother didn’t show up, but you pushed aside the hurt it caused. The invitation was there for him to take and it wasn’t your fault he didn’t take it. But there were still more than enough people and your eldest nephew was excited to get the pit going.

Your younger nieces and nephews were set up in a small inflatable pool out of everyone’s way, and several tables with chairs were set up- tables to sit at and tables to hold the food once it was done. A large speaker was off to the side, an iPod plugged into it and playing music to keep all entertained. Your dad sat under the canopy and you made sure there were a few extra chairs in the shade so Elena could sit there too.

“Alright, I’ll be back. I’m gonna go get Elena. Please.. don’t be yourselves.”

Your siblings and sibling-in-laws all laugh, and you know full well it’s going to be chaos as soon as the beer starts flowing. You just hope Elena can deal with them.

Jogging over to her yard and up her porch steps, you knock on the wooden paneling surrounding her door. Elena, dressed casually, greets you with a smile. “Hola cariño.” (Hello, sweetheart.)

“Hola, Elena,” you say. “Ready to go?”

“Si.”

Elena walks out of her house and you offer her your arm so you can help her down the steps. She holds onto your arm as you lead her to your property and then you wave at your family, garnering their attention. “Everyone, this is my lovely neighbor Elena. Elena, esta es mi loca familia. (Elena, this is my crazy family.)

"Hola, Elena!” They all shout and you shake their head at them as Elena chuckles.

“Hola.”

You guide her to an empty chair and quickly introduce her to your dad, the two of them easily falling into a conversation with one another. “¿Te portarás bien aquí, Elena? I need to see what my nephew needs help with.” (You going to be good here, Elena?)

“Si, si. Go help.”

“Okay. If you need anything, have my dad yell for me. We also have drinks if you’d like one right now.”

“No, estoy bien.” (No, I’m fine.)

You smile before heading inside your house, seeing what your nephew needs help with. He’s seasoning the meat already and he asks for help carrying out the trays of food. You do as you’re asked, carrying out platters of meat and placing them where you’re told to place them. The kids are running around, somehow having gotten a hold of water balloons, and you yell at them to keep close to the pool so your dad or Elena don’t get caught in the crossfire. And speaking of Elena, you glance over at her and smile to see that she’s carrying on a conversation with your sisters and that your sisters have gotten her a bottle of water.

Over the speaker, a Spanish song comes on and your brother grabs your hand to start dancing with you. You laugh, obliging him for a bit before pushing him away. You’re lured to the inflatable pool and make a bit of a splash with the kids, chasing them around and having some quality time with your family.

Eventually you’ve had enough and you walk over to the cooler, grab a beer, and take a seat next to Elena. When she looks over at you, smiling, you ask, “Are you enjoying yourself? I’m sorry I abandoned you.”

“Don’t apologize.” She lightly swats at your hand. “I am enjoying this. I have missed family functions.”

“I’m glad,” you tell her. “And whenever we do this again, you’re more than welcome to come. Even if we have it at one of my other siblings’ houses, you and I will take a road trip together.”

“Si. I think I’d like that.”

The conversation between you and Elena drops, and you sit back to watch as she interacts with your family. Every now and then you get up to help your nephew with the food or get up to run around with the kids, and all in all it’s turning out to be a good day.

A little while later, you’re still sitting around when the sound of motorcycles gets closer and closer. You glance up and down the street looking for the source since the entire time you’ve been here you’ve never seen a motorcycle pass by. But then you spot them, two men sitting atop motorcycles as they creep up the street.

And then they park directly in front of Elena’s house.

You watch the men from your spot, taking note of their no nonsense expression. One man is completely bald, whereas the other has a mohawk shaved nearly down to his scalp and tribal tattoos on either side of the mohawk. As they walk around their bikes, ruffling through some bags, you catch sight of the back of their kuttes and the reapers on the back. Sons of Anarchy. The bald one wears a plain white tee under his kutte, arms sleeved out in tattoos, whereas the other one has on a plain black tee and a few tats here and there.

Elena grabs onto your hand, smiling as she points at the men. “Ese es mi hijo y su amigo.” (That’s my son and his friend.)

“Happy?” You wonder. You’ve heard a few stories and seen a few pictures, but the Happy you got to know through pictures had a head full of hair.

“Si. El guapo.” (Yes. The handsome one.)

You chuckle. “‘Lena, they both look handsome from here.” Her eyes immediately gain a sparkle and you narrow your eyes at her. “Don’t. Don’t tell either of them I said that.” She laughs along with you then and you ask, “Want me to bring them over?”

“¿Por favor?” (Please?)

Taking a sip of your beer, you push up to your feet and make your way towards the fence that separates your yard from Elena’s. You whistle sharply at them as they turn to make their way up the pathway leading to Elena’s porch and mentally flinch when both sets of dark eyes land on you. “Whichever one of you is Happy, your Ma’s over here. Food’s almost done, so if you guys wanna pull up a chair you’re more than welcome to.”

Both men glance at one another before the one with mohawk smirks and shrugs, and then both men are making their way towards your front gate. You meet them there and the one with the mohawk hasn’t lost his smirk. “Name’s Juice.”

“YN.” You grin at him before your gaze travels up towards the other guy. “Which means you’re Happy.” His gaze, which had been looking over your head, most likely at his Ma, slides down to you and he nods. “Alright then. Food will be done in about twenty more minutes. Beers are in the cooler. Help yourself.” As you turn your back on the two men and lead them towards Elena who’s patiently waiting, you roll your eyes at your family who can’t help but stare. “Chill. One’s Elena’s son and the other is his friend.”

The tension breaks and your family calls out a few welcomes before going back to what they previously were doing. Happy takes the chair you’d previously been sitting in and Juice takes the chair next to him. You ask them for their beer preferences before grabbing one for them when they realize they really are welcomed there, and then grab another for your dad who’s excusing himself from Elena’s side. You pass him his beer, then the other two to Happy and Juice, and then take a seat in your dad’s vacated seat.

As Happy and Elena have a hushed conversation, Juice glances around the chaos happening around him. You sip your beer, relaxing in your chair as you watch your family as well.

Moments later, your sister approaches. “Hey YN, can you set up the tables and chairs for the kids?”

“Nope.” You pop the 'p’, grinning. “Not my crotch goblins, not my responsibility.”

You hear a snort but don’t bother looking for the source. Your sister grins, shaking her head at you. “You’re a bitch.”

“You say that as if you hadn’t already known.” You take a sip of your beer, pointing the mouth of the bottle in another direction. “The parents aren’t doing anything. Have them do it.”

“Fine. Can you at least start bringing out the plates and utensils, and start setting up the table?”

“Sure.”

You head inside to grab paper plates and plastic utensils, taking them outside to the spare table that had been set up for this purpose. Your nephew and your brother start pulling the meat out of the pit, placing foil atop of it until they’re ready for everyone to eat. You also bring out all the sides- rice, beans, potato salad and macaroni salad. And on one of the back and forth trips, your brother pulls you into another impromptu dance that leaves you laughing and punching his arm so you can get away.

After your nephew’s cut up the pork ribs and the fajitas, he hollers for everyone to start eating.

You set your beer aside, smiling at Elena. “Querías pollo, ¿verdad?” (You wanted chicken, right?)

“Si.”

“¿Arroz? ¿Frijoles? ¿Ensalada de papas?” (Rice? Beans? Potato salad?)

“Un poco de todo.” (A little bit of all.)

“Okay.” You then glance at Happy and Juice. “Well? You boys coming or am I serving you too?”

Juice smirks. “Well, if you’re offering..”

Happy slaps him upside the head. “Shut Up, idiot. Come on.”

You make Elena her plate, biting back a smile when you hear Juice exclaim his hunger at the sight of all the meat your nephew had cooked. She asks for a soda and a water, and you happily get that for her while grabbing two more beers for Happy and Juice as they take their seat at the table. Once they’re settled, you go and make your own plate before taking your seat and eating.

The meal is loud and filled with laughter, and you’re glad Elena got to experience this. Happy is too if the look he keeps gracing his mother with when she laughs is anything to go by.

You’re not surprised at how easily Juice gets along with your family, laughing and joking with them as if he’d been doing it for years, but Happy is. He keeps a keen eye on everyone, shaking his head at his friend who feels a little too comfortable surrounded by new people.

Afterwards, the trash is gathered and then tossed as everyone sips on their drinks and lets their stomachs settle. As you get up to check on the kids who were lazily sitting in the inflatable pool, your brother catches you in a side hug before you can sit down again.

“What are you doing?” You ask, chuckling as he rocks you side to side.

“So, for those of you who don’t know, I’m looking at you scary motorcycle dudes,” your brother says, nodding at them and completely ignoring you, “this whole cookout was for our darling baby sister who finally got off her ass and moved out of dad’s house.” You roll your eyes, elbowing him, and he squeezes you tighter to his side. “We are so proud that you’re living on your own for the first time ever and now our fingers are crossed that you can get dick on the regular.”

“¡Hijo de puta!” (Motherfucker!) Your family and Juice all roar with laughter, Happy smirks and Elena is doing her best to look disappointed, but you can see the amusement in her expression. “Not in front of the guests, jerk!”

“I’m sorry. I had to,” he says. “But for real, we’re proud of you, kid.”

“I haven’t been a kid in a while, jerkface.”

“Uh huh. Whatever. You’re still the baby.” He tucks you under his arm once again. “And now that we’ve had our serious moment, it’s time for something a little more lighthearted.”

“Oh no. What do you have planned now? I told you to behave in front of Elena. This is not you behaving.”

Your brother slowly smirks and you have a terrible feeling about this. “At our get-togethers, there’s always some sort of fight. Our last one was that food fight at Easter, but we can’t exactly chuck bones at each other without taking an eye out.”

You tense. “What are you-” His free hand comes up and quickly slams something atop your head and you gasp, eyes closing and shoulders hunching when you realize it’s a water balloon. Only.. the liquid running down the side of your face isn’t as thinned out as water. It’s.. “Is this paint?” You grit out through clenched teeth.

Your brother shakes with suppressed laughter before he takes off and you’re right on his heel. Your sister-in-law is by the gate, a bucket of paint filled water balloons waiting for you as if she expected this. “Get him,” she says.

“Holy shit. She’s gonna murder him,” Juice mumbles as he watches the siblings disappear down the street.

“You get used to it.” One of YN’s sisters tells him. “I can guarantee you though that one, if not both, will come back injured.”

Everyone’s chuckling and glancing down the street where YN disappeared off to, and then Elena claps her hand as her laugh rings out a little louder. “I.. am so happy she moved in. I have a feeling I’m going to be entertained for years.”

“That you will, señorita.”

A handful of minutes later and you stumble back into your yard, hands empty as you bend over with your hands on your knees and panting heavily.

“Did you at least hit him?” You hear your dad ask.

“What.. do you think?” You pant, grimacing as a stitch in your side bothers you.

“Aim’s still shit?”

“Aim’s still shit,” you gasp out. Everyone chuckles as you do your best to regulate your breathing. “Ow. Fuck,” you grumble. “I’m too out of shape to be running down the street like that.”

“Why is there a scrape on your knee?”

“Huh?” You glance up at your sister who’d asked the question and then glance down at your leg. “Oh, uh, I ran out of balloons and then a German Shepherd chased us. I scaled a tree and dumbass kept running.”

“What did I tell you?” Your sister laughs. “Someone was gonna be injured.”

Feet slapping against pavement has you standing tall and whirling around, and you laugh at your brother as he nearly collapses in front of you. “You left me, you asshole.”

“Not my fault you can’t climb trees anymore.”

“I got nipped in the ass!”

“Better you than me.”

Your brother lunges for you and the two of you end up rolling around in the grass. Eventually he finds a ticklish spot and you call uncle before you can pee yourself.

The kids start getting fussy and your siblings slowly take their leave, but not before helping you clean up. When you see Happy helping his mother up, you head on over towards them. When she sees you approaching, she beams at you.

“Thank you for coming, Elena. I’m so sorry it ended up getting crazy there in the end.” You lean in, kissing her cheek.

“Thank you, mija. Esto fue lo más divertido que tuve en mucho tiempo.” (This was the most fun I had in a while.)

You smile at her once more before glancing at Happy and Juice. “Sorry for roping you guys in. I hope you at least had a decent time.”

Happy shrugs. “Free food and beer. It was fun. Thanks.” His stoic expression makes you crack a grin, but it’s Juice who has you full on smiling.

“Sweetheart, anytime you wanna invite me over, feel free to. Just have Hap’s Ma give me a call.”

“We’ll see.”

You walk the trio up to your gate, thanking them once more for putting up with your family. You watch until they’re walking up the steps to Elena’s porch and then turn around to finish cleaning up.

As it turned out, Elena absolutely adored your family. She loved how playful you and your siblings were, and how everyone- even you- were involved with the children. She loved how close you were, even if your other brother and his family decided not to show, and that your family took the time to have meals with each other every now and then.

You’ve become such a fixture at Elena’s house, and probably even the subject of many phone calls with her son, that you’re not surprised to find him pounding on your front door in a panic one night.

“Hey,” you frown, “what’s going on?”

“It’s Ma,” Happy says. “Something’s wrong.”

“Okay. Let me grab my bag.”

Having just gotten out of the shower, you’re in nothing but a tank top and sleep shorts. But in the few times you’ve met Happy, you’ve never seen him look so rattled, so you rush over to your hall closet and pull out the first aid bag you’ve put together for such emergencies.

Barefoot, you rush to meet Happy who has remained right outside your door. “What are her symptoms?” You ask while jogging towards Elena’s house.

“She’s, uh, she’s clammy. Kind of confused,” he tells you. “Says she feels tired and weak.”

You run over her symptoms in your head and it sounds more than a little familiar to you. “Is your Ma a diabetic?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Did she forget to eat today?”

“Don’t know. I got in maybe twenty minutes ago.” Happy pushes open the door to his Ma’s house and you enter right behind him.

Elena’s sitting on her sofa, a little paler than normal. You crouch in front of her, setting your bag down and opening it up. “Hey, Elena,” you start talking to her. “It’s YN.” She hums, eyes closed. “Do you know who I am?”

Her eyes open and she smiles faintly. “Si. Mi hermosa vecina.” (Yes. My beautiful neighbor.)

“That’s right. Happy tells me you’re not feeling well. He listed off some symptoms and it sounds familiar so I’m gonna go ahead and take your blood sugar right now.” As you’d been talking, you’d been setting up a blood sugar meter. “Did you eat today?”

“I forgot to eat lunch.”

“Ma..” Happy rumbles from somewhere above you and you bite back a smile.

“And dinner?”

“Solo sopa.” (Only soup.)

You tut at her as you use an alcohol pad to clean off one of her fingers. “That’s not good, 'Lena. You need to eat.” She hums again. “I’m gonna prick your finger now. Just a little pinch.”

You prick Elena’s finger, apologizing when she hisses, and then gather the blood droplet onto the test strip. As the little machine figures out Elena’s sugar level, you hold the alcohol pad to her finger to stop the bleeding.

When the machine beeps and her sugar level is displayed, you sigh and hold it up so Happy can see. “Sixty-seven?” He mumbles. “Is that good or bad?”

“It’s on the verge of being bad,” you tell him. “Does she have orange juice in her fridge?”

“I’ll check.” You quickly start gathering the trash and you hear him call out, “She has some.”

“Good. Pour her a glass and then mix in a spoonful of sugar.”

Happy doesn’t respond so you get started on checking Elena’s blood pressure. Happy returns before you’re done and patiently waits to see what the verdict is of whatever you’re doing.

“Blood pressure is fine. It’s just her blood sugar.” He grunts and then passes you the glass of orange juice. You push everything aside and then take a seat next to Elena on her sofa. “Okay, Elena, I’m going to need you to wake up a little more. I need you to drink this.”

Elena doesn’t argue and you help her take a drink of the orange juice since her hands are a bit shaky. She takes one drink and then grimaces. “Está demasiado dulce.” (It’s too sweet.)

“That’s the whole point. We need your blood sugar to be higher.” You push the glass back towards her mouth and she takes a smaller sip before pushing it away. You sigh. “Elena, you either drink this right now or Happy calls an ambulance to take you to the hospital. All they’re going to do is do the same thing I’m doing, only they’re gonna charge you hundreds of dollars instead of doing it for free.”

“Ma, drink the damn juice.”

You bite your bottom lip when she starts swearing at her son in Spanish and then prompt her to drink some more. It takes a few minutes, but she eventually drinks it all.

“Give it a few minutes and I’ll check her sugar levels again. If her status doesn’t improve, then I suggest a trip to the ER.” Happy doesn’t say anything and you take the empty glass to the kitchen. There are a couple of dishes in the sink and you take your time washing those. Then when that’s done, you pour her another glass of orange juice with some sugar mixed in and head back out to check her blood sugar.

When you get the meter prepped again and warn her that you’re going to prick her finger, you place the drop of blood on the test strip. A few seconds later and it’s beeping with the results.

You let out a sigh of relief and show it to Happy. Ninety-three.

“She should start feeling a bit better soon.” Happy nods, his shoulders relaxing. Then smiling at Elena, you place the glass in her hands. “'Lena, you need to drink one more glass. I’m gonna be right outside and when I come back in, I want this glass to be empty. Okay?”

“Si. Bueno.” (Yes. Okay.)

As Elena takes the glass of juice and slowly sips it, you pack everything in your bag and set it aside before heading outside onto the porch. And once outside, you take a seat on the porch steps, hugging your knees to your chest and laying your forehead atop your knees.

You quietly groan, willing your heartbeat to slow and the churning of your stomach to go away. You knew Elena had health problems, but seeing her just as you had brought on a slew of memories of when your dad was in the same position Elena was in just now.

The screen door creaks open and you steel yourself for whatever Happy has to say. Something warm drops across your shoulders and you pick your head up, realizing it’s a jacket hoodie. You hadn’t realized you were trembling so you eagerly put your arms through the sleeves and wrap the jacket around you.

“How’d you know it was her sugar?”

“My dad’s a diabetic,” you tell him. “If he takes too much insulin, it drops his sugar and he- he gets like your Ma just was.”

“That what made you get into the nursing gig?”

“Yeah. After watching one parent die, it made me paranoid about the other.” You chuckle, turning so your back rests against the column of her porch. “And now I’ve become incredibly fond of your Ma, and seeing her like that brought back some memories. Scared me for a moment.”

His lips twitch and you huff a laugh. “I’m glad she has you for a neighbor.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

A moment of silence falls and then his next words make your eyes fly open. “Juice is gonna be pissed I practically saw your tits before him.”

“Jesus Christ, Happy!” He smirks. “Keep your voice down before your Ma hears. I mentioned one time that you and Juice were hot, and she was looking at a bridal magazine a week later.”

Happy snorts. “Kid’s been buggin’ me if you’ve had another cook out. He’s angling for an invite and a way into your panties.”

You groan. “Please don’t say panties. I hate that word.”

Happy chuckles, but it’s cut short when the screen door opens and Elena walks out. You quickly scramble up to your feet. “I’m okay. I’m okay,” she assures you and Happy. “I’m just going to grab a shower and go to bed, but I wanted to thank you.”

Elena grabs onto your hands, pulling you down so she can kiss both your cheeks. “It’s no problem. Are you feeling better then?”

“Much.”

“Good.”

Elena kisses her son’s cheeks and then she heads back inside her home. You follow her inside, grab your bag and then shed the jacket Happy hand lent you.

“Thanks,” you tell him as you hand his jacket back.

“Don’t mention it.” Just as you make your way to the door again, he asks, “If this happens again, is there any way I can get a hold of you?”

“Yeah. Of course.” He readily takes out his phone and you rattle off your number for him. He shoots you a quick text and tells you to reach out should something happen when he’s not there. “See you around, Hap.”

“See 'ya, nurse.”

Finally reunited with your sister, you tried to keep the reality of what you went through a secret. Of course, it was only a matter of time before you had to tell her.

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Author’s Note: Is it still called a crossover if you only mention other characters/agencies from another fandom?
Sons and Marvel AU.
Trigger warning for KGB grooming and all that.

One minute you’re fighting alongside your fellow Widows, intent on taking out ex-Widow Romanoff, and the next you are being blown backwards off your feet by a small explosive. Small red orbs dance in front of your face, disappearing into your mouth and nostrils as it clears away a haze that had been pulled over your mind long ago.

You sit up alongside your sisters, glancing around in confusion and fear as agents Romanoff and Belova explain that you’re free- that General Dreykov had controlled all of you, but that he no longer had that power over you. They tell you the base is going to explode and to evacuate immediately. Then after everything has settled, agents Belova and Vostokoff take you and the other Widows in, giving you a place to stay and time to collect yourselves before going off on your own or whatever it was you decided to do. You stayed for nearly a year, trying to piece together everything you knew about your past life and whether or not it was worth going back to.

It was.

At least going back for your sister it was when you did a little digging. She married a member of some motorcycle club whose members were a bunch of criminals, taking care of his two kids and slowly drowning in debt. So after trying to remember anything you could about Lyla and your parents, you packed up what little belongings you had and returned to the states for the first time since you were eight.

Lyla Winston no longer worked in the porn industry and instead chose to bartend at a bar that only served bikers and their friends. Teller-Morrow Automotive was a front for the Sons of Anarchy and whatever they chose to do that kept the money coming in, and connected to the automotive garage was the clubhousewhere all members hung out and partied.

Hesitantly walking into the parking lot, you’re aware of the gazes following you. You don’t want to step on any toes by just entering their building, so instead you head over to a grouping of picnic tables where a couple individuals are having a smoke break- one with a mohawk shaved close to his head and tattoos on either side of the strip of hair, and the other wearing a beanie despite the warm weather as he strokes his full beard. Opie Winston. Your apparent brother-in-law.

“Hi.” You’re anything but a shy, sheepish woman, but you have to put up a front. At least for now until you can explain your past. “Um, do you guys know if Lyla Winston is here? I was told I could find her here.”

The man in the beanie, Opie, tenses and you gulp, shoving your hands into the pockets of your shorts as you try to make yourself as small as possible under his stare. “She is. Who are you?”

“YN. I’m, uh, I’m her little sister.”

“Bullshit.”

You wince at his tone and your eyes widen as he stands up from the table. The man was tall. Lyla definitely had good taste. “I-I am! Promise. C-Can you just go get her? She might not believe you if you tell her who’s asking for her, so tell her I was the one who broke mom’s glass cabinet but that she took the blame so I wouldn’t get the belt.”

Opie continues to stare you down, but eventually he sees something in you that makes him believe you might be telling the truth. He looks down at his friend and gestures to the garage. “Go tell her. See what her reaction is.” His companion nods and hurriedly gets up, jogging towards the building. You exhale, shoulders sagging just a bit. “I’m gonna ask you again, who are you? And don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m not. I’m YN. Lyla’s younger sister by only a year.”

He crosses thick arms over his chest as his eyes narrow. “Why hasn’t she mentioned you before?”

You shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe because-”

The sound of glass shattering makes you pause and you immediately glance at the clubhouse opening. Many of the garage workers have stopped working, everyone now staring at the blonde woman who’s now running out of the clubhouse. Opie moves to intercept her, but she slaps away his hands and stops just a couple feet in front of you, eyes wide with disbelief.

It’s Lyla. Definitely Lyla all grown up.

Your eyes water and your throat tightens, and she reaches for you cautiously as if you’re going to disappear on her, but holds herself back from making contact. “We used to have a dog when we were little,” she says. “What was its name?”

Your brow furrows as you try to recall memories from your childhood. “We didn’t have a dog. We had a cat and you.. you named it Fergus.”

Lyla sobs before closing the distance between the two of you, her arms around your neck as yours wrap around her waist. “We thought you were dead!” She cries. “How are you here right now? Mom and dad never called and..” She trails off, sobs wracking her body.

Your eyes sting with more tears before they spill over, and you smooth your hands up and down her back. You’re more than ready to answer her, but another masculine voice stops you. “Ope? What’s going on, brother?”

You glance at Opie, watching as he glances between you and the several members of his club standing nearby. “Your guess is as good as mine. Says she’s Lyla’s sister.”

“Didn’t know she had one.” Now the blue-eyed, blonde man is staring suspiciously at you.

“Neither did I.”

Lyla, having been keeping an ear out on her surroundings, releases you and whirls around while standing protectively in front of you. “She was kidnapped when I was nine. We didn’t- I thought she was-”

“Shit.” Opie curses as Lyla breaks down again.

As Opie pulls his wife into a hug, you stand just behind her and let your gaze dart over those closing in on you to quickly catalog who’s who. Jax Teller, Clay Morrow, Gemma Teller-Morrow, Happy Lowman, Chibs Telford, Juice Ortiz, Tig Trager.. each and every one of these individuals are someone you’ve done research on before you ever stepped foot inside Charming, California.

Opie glances down at you, expression still neutral. “Come inside. Let’s talk.”

You gulp and nod, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping your head down, intent on following after him and your sister. But Lyla pulls herself free from him and she wraps an arm around your shoulders to tuck you under her arm, leading you into the clubhouse herself. As she leads you towards a couple of sofas, someone shouts for everyone to clear the hell out and for a few guys to keep an eye on the garage.

Lyla sits you down on a sofa and sits as close as possible to you, Opie sitting on her other side and Jax sitting on yours. Across from you, Clay and Gemma take a seat as the others scramble for a seat themselves. Two other individuals join you- Opie’s father Piney and another individual known as Bobby as they quietly inquire what the hell is going on after seeing Lyla’s tear-stained face.

“Where have you been all this time?” Lyla finally asks.

Her question quiets everyone down and they all stare at you in anticipation. You exhale softly. “Believe it or not, I’ve been in Russia.” Her eyes widen and you immediately slip into the language that now spills effortlessly off your tongue. “It was hell, but I’m home now.”

Someone mumbles, “Holy shit,” and you crack a small grin in Juice’s direction.

“How’d you get away?”

“You know that Avenger that goes by the name Black Widow?” She nods. “She set us free last year.”

“Us?” Jax murmurs.

You glance at him and solemnly nod. “Human trafficking.” That was as close to the truth as you’d tell them for now. Someone inhales sharply and Lyla starts to sniffle all over again. “When I- when I was taken, I was just coming back from the restroom at the mall. One second I’m walking down a hallway, and the next everything has gone dark and I’m waking up in the back of a truck with numerous other crying and scared little girls.”

“Oh my god.” Lyla reaches for your hand and you flash her a tearful smile.

“They drove for hours and when we were finally let out, we were in some lot surrounded by cargo shipping containers. There was a man and he.. he walked up and down, picking and choosing the girls he wanted. The ones that didn’t get chosen were shot and killed right away.” There’s gruntled mumbling of disbelief and anger, but you press on. Squeezing Lyla’s hand, you keep your gaze on the coffee table in front of you as you blink away tears. “That’s.. that’s the only clear thing I can remember from before. My time in Russia.. it’s all fuzzy. Jumbled,” you say. “Like I know I was constantly busy, always doing something, but when I try to think exactly what it was I was doing.. it’s just- it’s static.”

“Maybe that’s for the best.” Your eyes dart up at the words to see Gemma’s dark eyes pinning you to your seat. Everything about her screams tough bitch, but the sympathy in her eyes lets you know she believes everything you’re saying.

“If that Avenger lass set you free last year, why are you only coming now? Why weren’t yer family notified?” Chibs wonders.

You shrug. “Whatever agent Romanoff was doing in Russia; I don’t think it was sanctioned by the government. I don’t think finding us was her objective, but she couldn’t leave us there, so she and a couple of friends set us up somewhere so we could heal before deciding what we wanted to do. Over the months, some stuff started coming back to me and I just- I felt dirty. Ashamed. And after a while, all I wanted was my sister. Not mom, not dad, but Ly.”

Lyla immediately hugs you. “I got you. You’re home now. It’s going to be okay.”

“I’m sure you’ve been through hell, girl, but I’m gonna need a DNA test to prove you are who you say you are.”

“Clay.” Jax tenses in his seat, but the gruff man shakes his head.

“We’ve been through too much- the club’s been through too much- to just let someone waltz in and play on Lyla’s past like this. If the DNA’s a match, I’ll apologize. If not..”

“I’ll do it.” You gulp as every stare falls on you once more. “I don’t know what you guys have been through, but if this will ease your minds about whatever suspicions you have about me, then I’ll do it.”

Everyone goes quiet and Clay stares at you a moment longer before nodding. “Okay.” Then looking at Jax, he says, “Make the appointment with your old lady. The sooner, the better.”

Jax gets up and heads over to the bar, pulling out his phone to make the call. Lyla tugs on your hand, garnering your attention and she flashes you a weak smile. “You don’t have to,” she murmurs. “I believe you.”

You lean forward, touching your forehead to hers. “This is your family now, Ly. It’s okay. I’m fine with whatever tests they want to run.”

Jax makes his way back over, breaking up the family moment. “Tara said her friend’s free right now. They can draw the blood and put a rush on it to see if there are any similarities.”

Clay nods and gestures to the clubhouse doors. “Go. Let us know the results.”

“Come on.” Lyla stands, tugging on your hand so you’re standing as well.

Opie passes Lyla a set of keys. “Take the truck. Jax and I will follow.”

“Okay.” He kisses your sister’s cheek before staring at you and offering a terse nod.

Lyla leads you out of the clubhouse and into the parking lot, pointing out the truck she’s going to drive. You climb into the passenger seat without a word, briefly glancing at Jax and Opie as they climb onto their motorcycles.

The drive to the hospital is quiet, your head leaning against the headrest while your arm sticks out the window as the wind rushes over it. Then all too soon, Lyla is pulling into the parking lot of a hospital and parking, Jax and Opie parking nearby. You and Lyla hop out of the truck, and when you meet her in front of the hood she’s quick to grab your hand and tangle your fingers together.

Jax and Opie lead the way into the hospital as Jax looks for Tara- who Lyla quickly explains is Jax’s wife- and then a brunette is politely introducing herself while leading you and Lyla to one of the back rooms. You hardly bat an eye as she and her friend explain the blood taking process, and readily lay your arm out so they can tap a vein.

A handful of minutes later and you’re sitting in the hospital cafeteria next to your sister with Jax and Opie sitting opposite you. You’re relaxed in your chair, staring straight ahead but not really seeing. You’ve zoned out.

“So since you’ve convinced Lyla and you’re not freakin’ out about having your blood taken,” Opie starts, “I’m gonna just assume you’ve been tellin’ the truth and really are Lyla’s little sister.” Your lips twitch at his gruff tone and you offer him a nod. “Then let me be the first to say welcome home.” He holds his hand out for you to shake and you do. “I’m Opie. Your brother-in-law.”

“Hi, Opie.”

“And I’m Jax. Opie’s best friend.” The blue-eyed blonde shakes your hand as well.

“I’m, uh, I’m YN,” you say. “I wish I could tell you more about me, but I don’t have much to go off of.”

“Don’t even worry about it. I’m sure you’ll be makin’ new memories pretty soon.”

The next hour passes agonizingly slow, but it’s never silent. Lyla shares what little stories from your childhood she remembers, about how she met Opie, and asks if you have any place to stay or where you’ll be staying. You inform her you have a motel room that suits you just fine and you kind of really want to stick with her for as long as you can. Jax and Opie are worried about whatever funds you have running out, but you assure them that Yelena and Melina set you up with funds that’s sure to last you for quite a while (they were really your funds you saved up over the years for targets you’d taken out for the Red Room, but they didn’t need to know that. At least not yet).

When Tara arrives at the table with an envelope in hand, everyone tenses. And she smiles- beams, really- while telling you what you already knew. You and Lyla were siblings, and the blood tests proved it. Lyla broke down into sobs again and you pulled her into a hug, chuckling but crying along with her. Opie and Jax stand, make their way around the table, and pull you into hugs of their own while welcoming you to the family. Even Tara hugs you, tears in her eyes before telling you all she has to go back to work.

The drive back to Teller-Morrow Automotive is a bit more lighthearted, but Lyla quickly schools her expression when she parks and gets out. She keeps her hands to herself as everyone starts to slowly come out from the clubhouse and your arms cross over your chest to hug yourself.

“Well?” Gemma drawls. “Are we kicking some ass or throwing a party?”

For a moment you and Lyla say nothing, and then she’s practically jumping up and down in celebration. “My sister’s back, bitches!”

Clay smiles and Gemma smirks, and the other men around you whoop and congratulate her. They introduce themselves to you this time- Juice, Bobby, Happy, Piney, and Chibs. Tig tries to flirt, but you laugh him off, and then Gemma’s pulling you into a side hug. Clay apologizes and you forgive him, and then you’re being ushered inside and asked what you like to eat because there’s going to be a huge party for you the following day.

Lyla ends up staying with you at the motel that night, but only after she agrees to Opie’s demands that a Prospect stand guard outside your room. She filled you in about her life after you’d gone missing and how she landed a job as a porn star. She had been hesitant to reveal that fact about her life, but you surprised her by being accepting of her chosen lifestyle.

You’d fallen asleep in the same bed in the early morning hours, only to be woken up by someone repeatedly kicking the mattress. You and Lyla immediately sat up, glaring at the intruders. Moments later, as your vision cleared, you watched as Opie and Jax snorted with laughter.

“Holy shit. If that DNA test hadn’t been taken yesterday, that twin death glare would’ve convinced me,” Jax had said.

You and Lyla groaned at the men, falling back onto the mattress and wanting nothing more than to grab a few more hours of sleep. Opie told you to do just that, but the two of you better be up and dressed for the night’s activities since Gemma had the sweetbutts cleaning the clubhouse from top to bottom since six that morning.

Later, after a late lunch, Lyla tells you to grab a change of clothes so you could get ready at her house. Opie introduces you to his kids and then Lyla drags you to the bedroom. You shower first and then her, and she tries to talk you into a different outfit when she sees what you chose- dark skinny jeans, a fitted short sleeve shirt under a loose cardigan and a pair of Doc Martens. You were comfortable in your own skin, but around so many new people you just wanted to dress comfortably with no intention of impressing anyone.

There are actual streamers and balloons and a welcome home banner when you get to the clubhouse, and you hardly bat an eye at all the scantily clad women that your sister refers to as sweetbutts who have high hopes of sleeping with anyone and everyone in a kutte. You’re hugged and kissed on the cheek by a few people, and then Jax is jumping on the bar and informing everyone exactly what the party is for while introducing you. There are several whoops of cheer and even more whistles of appreciation, and you sheepishly wave while trying to put Lyla in front of you.

Lyla leads you around the clubhouse so you can mingle and get to know more people, and then you’re grabbing a plate of pizza and a beer and taking a seat on the sofa. Eventually though she gets roped into being behind the bar, leaving you all alone. Opie checks on you every once and a while, he and Jax scaring away any member of SAMCRO who’d taken to sitting a little too close to you.

As the night wears on, Happy takes a seat on the opposite corner of the sofa you’re on to glare away anyone who bothers you. Every time someone gets close and then quickly backpedals after an introduction, you glance at Happy and offer him a brief smile before people watching once more.

Juice plops on the empty space between you and Happy, and he waggles his eyebrows at you. “You’ve been nursing that beer the entire night. Live a little.”

When he pulls forth a bottle of vodka that he’d been hiding by his side, you arch an eyebrow at him. “I’m not really a fan of the hard stuff.”

He scoffs. “What? All that time with the Russians and they didn’t teach you how to hold your liquor?”

Happy punches Juice’s thigh and you flash both men a grin. “Juice, I can drink your pretty ass under the table. I just choose not to.”

Juice beams and Happy rolls his eyes. “You’ve done it now.”

“Line them up, sweetheart. You just issued a challenge and I’m jumping on that.”

“Whatever. I’ll be back.” You get up and head over to the bar, asking Lyla for a tray of empty shot glasses. She raises an eyebrow at you, and you explain Juice has just challenged you to a drinking challenge. She laughs, gets you the shot glasses, and wishes you luck.

When you get back to Juice and Happy, you sit on your knees next to the coffee table and start lining up the shot glasses in two lines. Juice laughs and uncaps the vodka, filling each shot glass. Then once they’re all filled, he grabs the first one in his line as you do the same.

“Cheers.”

You and Juice clink shot glasses, and you down the first shot. One by one, you and Juice down them, gathering a small crowd who start laughing when Juice cringes at one particular shot and you’re still throwing them back without a grimace.

On the last shot, Juice hesitates, already looking a little green around the gills. He shoots back the shot, but more than half dribbles out of his mouth and you shoot yours back without any issue. The men and women surrounding you whoop and cheer, and you reclaim your seat on the sofa when Jax assures the sweetbutts will handle the shot glasses so you don’t have to clean up. Juice burps and gags, but keeps down his liquor. He sways in his seat and before anyone can do anything, he drops sideways so that his head is in your lap.

Laughing, you wave off Chibs as he goes to move his brother. “He’s fine. Let him sleep it off for a bit. I don’t think I can leave before the party’s over anyway.”

Chibs looks a little surprised, leaving Juice on your lap, but not taking his leave before snapping a quick picture of his passed out brother while you’re still sitting pretty as a flower.

It’s been a little over two months that you’ve been back in the states, and you’ve recently come back to Charming after visiting your parents. You fed them the same story you did your sister, and they accepted your words without question. They didn’t like that you were living under the radar, so after a quick call to Yelena who in turn called her sister Natasha, you were mailed your identification cards and every other important document you needed to get by without being questioned by any authorities.

You are the complete opposite of your sister Lyla, but the Sons of Anarchy and their Old Ladies have become quite fond of you. In fact, they’ve also become a bit protective as well. But it isn’t until the little town of Charming throws a fundraiser for every organization within the town that the club starts to realize there may be more to you than meets the eye.

Every organization had a booth lining the street of downtown Charming, selling food and giving away goodie bags to those who bought food from them or donated to their cause. And apparently there was a perk for whichever organization raised the most cash, so Gemma was determined to finally beat the fire department. She didn’t look too happy by the time you and Lyla dropped by, and she admitted the damn fire department had more visitors than the club’s booth. And on a whim, you asked her how much money they usually made at these things.

Once Gemma absentmindedly tells you that each booth usually makes anywhere from $200 to $800, Lyla and Jax are the only ones to raise an eyebrow as you smile and take off the small backpack you had donned for the day. Reaching in, you pull out a checkbook and write a check for $5000. You hand it over and take a cup of chili in return, and wink at Gemma when she finally reads how much you’d just donated.

Gemma blinks in shock and awe. “What? Baby..”

“I’m good for it. Trust me.”

Jax takes the check from his mom, his own eyes widening a second later. “What the fuck?”

You laugh and eat some chili, shrugging. “Just think of it as a thank you for all that you guys have done for me.”

Lyla can only smile as Jax whoops and cheers, rushing around the table to pull you into a hug and swing you around. After all, she and Opie were no stranger to taking some of your money so you could help them with some of their debt. It was a struggle for them to accept it, but when they realized you had more than enough cash stashed away, they thanked you profusely.

Little by little, your guard falls around the club. Not enough to let them know what you’d truly been through, but enough to stop blushing and even flirt back a little to give the men a taste of their own medicine. The first time you’d done it, Tig choked on his beer and Piney laughed so hard that Opie had to up his oxygen.

Lyla managed to convince Gemma to hire you on as a bartender at the clubhouse, but they made it clear that you were to step outside if they ever mentioned club business. You had absolutely no issue with it and immediately dropped whatever you were doing when Clay or Jax gave you a single look. So of course, after you’ve settled down and finally started to live like a civilian, it all comes crashing down.

The core members of SAMCRO are hanging around the clubhouse with Gemma, Tara, Lyla and yourself with them. Everyone’s just killing time after a long day in the garage and the atmosphere is the most comfortable you’ve ever felt since you’ve been here.

You’re on the way back from grabbing a few beers for the guys when a suit walks into the clubhouse, two duffel bags hanging off his shoulders. You see him first and slow to a stop, and then tense when you realize who he is. You know him. You’ve worked for him. And now here he was looking smug as can be.

“Hey, man,” Jax calls out. “We’re closed for the night.”

Suit smiles at Jax and shakes his head. “I’m not here for you. I’m here for her.” He points at you and everyone tenses. “Hello, YN.”

Your expression goes cold as you slowly set the bottles in your hand on the nearest table, keeping the suit in your eye sight the entire time. “You’re not welcome here. Leave.”

“Aw. Is that any way to speak to an old friend?” Immediately, everyone’s standing and coming to crowd on either side of you. Suit scoffs at their reaction. “Cute.” Then he meets your gaze head on. “I got a job for you.”

Immediately you shake your head. “No. Yelena and Melina got me out of that life. I’ve gone straight.”

“YN?” The hurt in your sister’s voice is enough to make your expression crack and you glance at her, expression showing just how fucking sorry you currently are. “What’s going on?”

“Later, Ly. Please.”

Her eyes widen when she hears your voice crack, but then the sound of a bag being tossed on the ground makes you look forward once more. You glance at the duffel bag on the floor and then back at the suit. He smirks. “Is two hundred and fifty thousand enough to make you stray?”

The men and women surrounding you go eerily quiet, so quiet that you hear a mumbled, “Fuck,” somewhere to your right. Your jaw clenches as tears sting your eyes and when you glance to your left, you find every Son staring at you in surprise.

“Check it.” Clay’s deep voice is enough to make you cringe and you helplessly watch as Tig scurries forward, unzipping the bag.

“Holy shit,” Tig murmurs. He looks up at you and then at Clay, eyebrows raising. “Looks legit.”

Your head hangs as you sigh, but then you quickly pull yourself together. Standing tall, head held high, you ask, “Who’s the target?”

“One of your favorites which is why I sought you out for it,” Suit says. “Specializes in human trafficking. Specifically children.”

“Oh hell no,” Gemma mutters.

“I don’t have a uniform. I got rid of everything.” The second duffel bag is tossed at your feet and you mentally roll your eyes. Of course. “You were so sure, weren’t you?” You ask as you scoop up the duffel bag and place the strap on your shoulder.

“What can I say? I know the targets that’ll bring you back into the fold no matter what. Once a Widow, always a Widow.”

You flinch and then step towards Tig, zipping the bag up and taking it with you. Looking at Clay, you say, “I’ll explain everything when I get back. I promise.” The man in charge looks you up and down, and you’re just grateful he’s not raging at you for keeping secrets. He nods and then you glance at Opie. “Can I use your dorm to change?”

“Yeah. Come on.”

Without meeting anyone else’s gaze, you follow after Opie and grab Lyla’s hand on the way. Opie leads you to the dorms, using his key to open up his own personal dorm. Once inside, you toss the duffel bag full of cash onto his bed and walk into the bathroom without a word with the other bag still hanging from your shoulder.

Setting the bag on the sink, you unzip it and sigh. It’s your suit- shoes, holsters, and weapons included. Then with another sigh, you strip and get redressed in the appropriate clothing. The black skintight, reinforced body suit still fits like a glove. You slip into your shoes before grabbing your belt and clipping it on. The thigh holsters clip onto your belt to make sure they don’t slip off and then you holster your glocks into each one. There’s another holster that you slip your arms into, clipping it together along your collarbones, while a triangular pack sits between your shoulder blades. You slip two electric batons into the pack so their handles sit just above your shoulders, and then you wrap two bracelets with widow bites around your wrists.

You quickly tie your hair up into a ponytail and once you’re finished, you toss the empty bag under the sink. Steeling yourself, you clear your mind and then step back out into Opie’s room.

Lyla and Opie’s eyes widen when they see you.

“What the hell have you gotten yourself into, kid?”

You gulp. “When I told you everything that happened to me? That was the watered down version,” you quietly tell them. “The full version is.. it’s worse. Way worse. But I can’t explain right now. I have a job to carry out.”

Lyla steps forward, eyes filling with tears. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I do.” You allow your expression to fall for a brief moment before schooling it once more. “Keep the money hidden until I get back, yeah? And if you guys are willing to hear me out, I’ll explain everything then.”

Opie stares you down. “What you said about the human trafficking, that was real, right? It wasn’t just something to get us to trust you?”

“All real,” you say. “I just didn’t mention what the human trafficking was for. Or that I remembered every goddamn detail of it.”

He looks at you and then tersely nods. “Okay. I can’t speak for the rest of the guys, but I’ll hear you out.”

“Thank you.”

Opie then cracks a grin. “The guys are gonna flip when they see you in this get-up. Especially Juice. I think our little Puerto Rican has a crush on you.”

“Yeah? Well I doubt it’ll go anywhere now when he realizes just how much blood I have on my hands. Now let’s go. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can get back.”

Opie turns to open the door, but Lyla steps up to you, grabbing your hands and squeezing them in comfort. “For what it’s worth, I’ll love you no matter what. You’re my little sister, YN, and no matter what you have to tell us I’ll still be there for you.”

“Thanks, Ly.” She smiles as she rests her forehead against yours, and then looks up to kiss your forehead.

Opie and Lyla walk out ahead of you, and you take a moment to slip back into the person you were raised to be. With confidence oozing out of your every pore, you walk back out into the front of the clubhouse.

Juice is the first to spot you and as predicted, he’s stunned. His jaw drops open, his eyes widen, and one by one the Sons look to see what’s got him speechless.

“Holy shit,” Jax’s own eyes widen. “YN?”

“I think I got myself a new fetish,” Tig says.

Letting a smirk slide across your lips, you saunter forward until you’re standing next to the suit. Feet shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind your back, you nod at those you’ve slowly come to see as family. “Thank you for taking me in. When I get back, we’ll have a much needed discussion.”

“Damn right we will,” Clay says.

You nod at him and then glance at Gemma, Clay’s very own wife, and are relieved to see the amusement in eyes. Her gaze darts between you, Juice and Happy, and you’re surprised to see the heat both men are staring at you with. You’ve caught Juice stare at you that way a few times, but not so obvious like he is now and Happy.. well that’s new.

“I’ll see you all soon.”

Suit touches your elbow and you loosen your stance before turning on your heel, marching after your temporary boss.

It’s been two weeks since you’ve been back to the clubhouse, but to be fair you were buying a house and getting your shit in order. It wasn’t too close to Teller-Morrow Automotive in case the club took issue with your past and didn’t want you around, but you weren’t going to let their distrust of you drive a wedge between you and Lyla. You had just reconnected with your sister and you’ll be damned if you’re forced to leave her yet again.

So you found a house, purchased it, decorated it, and briefly settled in before deciding to head back over to the clubhouse.

Dressed comfortably, you grab a duffel bag you had thrown into your closet and slide into your brand-new black Chevrolet Camaro to drive towards Teller-Morrow. The sun has gone down by the time you get there, but it seems like they’ve got a party going on. And not wanting to do this in front of everybody, you head back over to your own house and text your sister. You tell her you’re ready to explain your story and those who wish to hear are more than welcome to come over. You text her the address to your home before making yourself a cup of tea and sitting outside on your porch to wait.

Twenty minutes later and the roaring of motorcycle engines pierce the still night air. The house and property you had chosen was well away from any dwelling, but it was the kind of isolation you approved of. Numerous headlights dot the dirt road leading up to your house, followed by the headlights of a large SUV.

Clay and Jax lead the way, followed by Opie, Tig, Bobby, Chibs, Juice and Happy. When the SUV parks, you smile as Lyla readily hops out and eagerly jogs up to meet you on the porch. Gemma’s not that far behind either.

Lyla immediately pulls you into a hug, exhaling in relief, but it’s Gemma who says, “Hey, baby, job go well?”

You grin at her over Lyla’s shoulder. “So well I took another. Head on in.” You gesture to the front door. “Let’s take a seat in the living room.”

Gemma heads in without having to be told twice and you pull out of Lyla’s embrace to tug her along. Opie flashes you a grin, ruffling your hair, and you swat at him then at Jax as he tries to do the same. You push Lyla inside and then Clay, Chibs, and Bobby give you a nod as they walk in behind your sister.

“Aw. No suit?” Tig frowns.

“Stop sexualizing my suit. It’s weird.”

“It’s hot.”

“I murder people in that suit.”

“Even hotter.”

You snort, chuckling as Happy shoves Tig into your house. “Thanks, Happy.”

He shrugs. “He’s not wrong.”

“Jesus Christ.” Happy flashes a faint grin before heading inside and then Juice stops right in front of you. You grin at him. “If you tell me my suit does it for you too, I’m gonna kick your ass.”

“Fine. I won’t say a thing.”

“Good.”

“But-”

“Nope. Inside.” You shove at Juice, smiling at his laugh as you continue to push him inside your house. Everyone’s grabbed a seat in your living room and you walk up, setting your empty cup on a side table. Exhaling, you tuck your hands into the back pockets of your jeans. “Alright, so first thing first, the whole ordeal I told you about human trafficking, that was real. I just didn’t give the details of what the human trafficking ring was for.”

“What exactly was it for?” Jax wonders.

“The KGB had a program to train little girls in combat and espionage. It’s not hard to mentally break a child, put her on a strict diet and start her on lessons.” You shrug, desensitized to what you’ve been through. “As soon as I got there, we were put on strict diets and had a workout routine. Then we had etiquette lessons and ballet lessons, and then they moved on to combat. It was basically a fight ring for little girls and those who didn’t make it, they died.”

Lyla gasps, hand flying to her mouth.

“Once we were trained nice and good in combat, weapons training started. We had to kill our first victim by thirteen. If we didn’t, we would be mentally broken all over again before being told to try again.”

“Jesus Christ.” Bobby shakes his head in disbelief.

You sigh. “At sixteen, the seduction lessons start. And then at graduation, you’re sterilized. After all, the KGB couldn’t have their little assassins getting knocked up and becoming distracted.”

Everyone’s stunned quiet.

“How do we know you’re not lying?” Clay asks.

Your right hand wraps around a USB drive in your back pocket before you pull it out and toss it at Juice who catches it with ease. “That’s every file they had on me from the early days when they took me up until after graduation. There’s a laptop under the TV already plugged in. Watch it if you have any doubts.”

Juice looks at Clay and the elder man gives him the go ahead. Juice scrambles out of his seat, heading towards your TV and the laptop residing on the shelf underneath it. You walk over behind the seat your sister is sitting on, standing behind her and crossing your arms over your chest as you mentally prepare yourself for what everyone’s about to see.

Juice sits beneath your TV with the laptop in his lap, everything on the laptop being showcased on TV for all to see. He’s mumbling to himself as he clicks through the files, searching for the videos that’ll backup your story. He finds them and immediately plays the first one.

The first video is shaky and a bit grainy, and it shows exactly what you first told them. The person handling the camera walks up to the back of what appears to be an 18-wheeler and the moment the door is pushed up, the terrified screams and cries of little girls pierce through the speakers. Your eye twitches, but you continue to watch as they pull every single of you out- faces tear stained and little bodies trembling. One by one, girls are either chosen or waved off, and then the video cuts out as soon as gunshots ring out.

The next video shows a small group of girls huddled together wearing nothing by white tank tops and underwear. Lyla gasps when the camera passes over you and you reach forward to grab onto her shoulder to remind her you’re home. On the screen, the girls are being measured and weighed, and then told what each girl can or cannot eat.

You’re fine watching the process of everything you’ve been through, but the moment they get to when the combat training starts, your facade cracks. The first fight you’d been in leaves you bloodied and crying, and thrown into an isolation room where you scream and cry some more for your mom, dad, and sister. At ten years old, they threaten that if you don’t start giving it your all then they’re going to kill you and go after your sister. That makes Lyla and Opie tense, and you end up having to quietly assure them all those people are dead. There is no more threat.

With the threat of them taking your sister hanging over your head, you become better. You lose a couple more fights, but the fights that truly count are the ones you win and graduate to the next level with. Weapons training was a breeze since you actually paid attention to that, assembling and disassembling coming very easy to you. But the moment you have a gun in hand, aiming it at a person tied to a chair with a sack over his head, you hesitate. The trainers see it and you’re tossed into another isolation room. When the video cuts to silent footage of you sitting in the corner with your hands pressed to your ears and screaming your lungs out, you wince.

“What did they make you listen to?” Gemma asks.

“They’d replicated my parent’s and Lyla’s voices,” you admit. “I had to listen to them telling me to do what I was told and then Lyla screaming as if she was being murdered.”

“How did you know it wasn’t real?” Opie asks, voice rough.

“Because when they finally pulled me out, they told me that the next time it wouldn’t be a fake recording.”

The next video footage is of you in the shooting range again, expression blank and aim true. You pull the trigger three times before effortlessly switching hands, shooting another three times. This time when there’s a bound man sitting in front of you, you don’t bat an eye before pulling the trigger.

There’s more combat training, more brutal than before, and ballet lessons that completely confuse everyone. They watch as you go from a terrified eight year old girl to a disciplined, lethal eighteen year old. There’s an entire graduation ceremony where those who survived the lessons are in black catsuits while scientists, doctors, and generals applaud all around you. And then it ends with you in a hospital gown, laying on a surgical gurney while being pushed into a surgical room.

When the videos end, no one utters a word.

“I.. have so much blood on my hands,” you say. “I didn’t want you to know who I was and then prevent me from being with my sister.”

“We all have blood on our hands, kid,” Clay says.

“Not like me.”

“No, not like you,” he agrees. You hold Clay’s stare as he figures out what his next step is. Eventually, he sighs after glancing between you and Lyla. “Do you plan to continue this line of business?”

“I hadn’t,” you admit. “But money is money and after purchasing this land and this house, I’m gonna need some form of income.”

“Is there any way this will blow back on your sister or the club?”

“Nah. When I take a mission, I wear someone else’s face. Mine is never on display unless it’s pure recon.”

“Wear someone else’s face?” Juice wonders.

“Photostatic veil. I got all kinds of cool gadgets.” Juice’s eyes light up and you grin. You have a feeling he’s going to love the basement of your house where all the weapons and gadgets and computers reside. “I’ll show you sometime.”

“No matter what I say, you ain’t leavin’, are ‘ya?” Clay asks.

You shrug. “If you really don’t want me around, I’ll steer clear of the club, but I’m not leaving Lyla.”

“I figured.” You smile as he huffs. “As long as you don’t endanger my club, I don’t give a shit what you do.”

“Aw. You’re sweet.” Clay rolls his eyes as everyone chuckles. The tension in the room ebbs away and you walk over to the hall closet. “And as thanks for looking out for my sister and being so cool when I first got here,” from the closet, you pull out a duffel bag and rejoin everyone before tossing the bag onto the coffee table, “that’s for you. Well for the club, but yeah.”

“Is that- is that what I think it is?” Tig asks, eyes sparkling as he stares at the bag.

“Why don’t you open it and find out.”

Tig scrambles out of his seat and quickly unzips the duffel bag. He barks out a laugh, pulling out stack after stack of cash.

“YN?” Lyla turns in her seat, staring up at you in awe and you shrug at her.

“I took a second job while I was away. Wasn’t a big fish, but he still had a decent penny attached to his name.”

“Holy shit.” Juice is next to Tig, pulling out stacks of money too. “How much is in here?”

“A hundred and fifty grand.” Chibs swears as he’s tossed a stack and you chuckle. “Divide it up, pay off debt, or do whatever. Every other job will be a generous donation to my new favorite MC so long as my identity stays between us. It won’t do any good if everyone knows I’m a Black Widow.”

“I feel like a sugar baby. Is this what being a sugar baby feels like?” Juice asks.

Jax snorts as he stands up, heading for you. He pulls you into a hug, kissing your temple. “Thanks, darling. You have no idea how much this money is going to help us out.”

“Yeah, well..”

“I got a question,” Gemma says. She waits until she has your attention, until Jax slings an arm around your shoulders and faces his mom too, and then continues on. “Have you ever met that Captain America fella?”

Everyone seems to exhale in relief and you laugh. “Actually, yeah. I had to get Natasha to set me up with my legal documents and he flew out with her to deliver them.”

“And?” She raises an eyebrow at you.

“And..” You shrug. “And nothing.”

“Oh bullshit. He as good looking as he looks on TV?”

Your nose wrinkles as you shrug again. “He’s okay. Not really my type.”

Lyla scoffs. “Please. Captain America is everyone’s type.”

“Hey.” Everyone chuckles at Opie’s pout.

“Nah. He’s too.. clean cut. If I had to choose someone, I’d choose his best friend Sergeant Barnes.”

“The Winter fuckin’ Soldier!” Juice exclaims. “Seriously?!”

“Oh hell yeah.” You grin. “That broody, long haired, metal armed man..” You trail off, humming in delight as Lyla and Gemma bark out a laugh at the glint you get in your eye. “That man looks like he can fuck.”

“That man looks like he’ll murder you!”

“If I got out during sex with that metal hand wrapped around my throat, I’d die a happy woman.”

“Jesus Christ,” Tig swears. The poor man looks a little too turned on as he stares at you, but surprisingly he doesn’t hit on you. “Are you sure you’re Lyla’s baby sister?”

“We got the DNA test to prove it.”

Mostly everyone is still chuckling as Jax tights his arm around you. “Well I know one thing for sure, life just got a whole lot more interesting in Charming with its very own Black Widow now residing here.”

On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Unfortunately, the humans you’ve made friends with are dragged into the mess.

PART ONE|PART TWO | PART THREE

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Author’s Note: Third and FINAL update to this little series. 
You guys get an early update because today starts my town’s local festival, and our cell service and wifi signal is about to be hit and miss starting tomorrow when everyone flocks to our town. 

Your first year in Charming was spent putting down roots and getting to know the men of the infamous Sons of Anarchy. A majority of them were hesitant to let you in since you weren’t an Old Lady or a croweater/sweetbutt, but since you had some of the most important members of their club in your corner, the men quickly learned to show you some respect. The sweetbutts had no idea about you or the supernatural world since it was top secret knowledge within the club, so it was a fun night for all when one overstepped the line with you, and you easily put her in her place.

Juice had found you the perfect piece of land away from any other dwelling, and you had bought it and put plans to have a house built on it as soon as you could into motion. The club thought that the five bedroom, three and a half bath house you had plans for was a little excessive for just you, but after explaining that it was a pack house, they understood. And when you weren’t dealing with the construction crew, you were jogging all around Charming to make sure your scent would saturate anything and everything you touched.

SAMCRO was filled with many members that you met with nearly on a daily basis, but you only ever found yourself drawn to a handful of them. Gemma, Jax, Juice, Chibs and Opie were the main ones you found yourself scenting as pack, and eventually Clay and Happy wormed their way under your wolf’s paw.

Over the months, the club got to meet many other wolves and supernatural creatures who were just passing through or congratulating another respectable Hale becoming an alpha. Fortunately, none ever challenged your authority which meant a majority of the club never got to see you in action. Then when your house was finally finished, you asked Gemma to help you decorate and furnish it. She was more than up to the task, loving every second of it and gloating in front of Jax and Opie that the house was just amazing. The men did their damnedest to get a glimpse of the house, but you refused them, even Juice who tried to wheedle his way in by suggesting he install a security system all around your property. He had a good idea, but it wasn’t something that needed to be installed just yet.

It’s been a week that you’ve now been sleeping in your own house and a week since Gemma told you she was throwing a housewarming party. She only invited club members, but club members that you usually found yourself speaking with, and you invited Derek and the betas.

Derek, Isaac, Erica and Boyd were the firsts to show up the day of the housewarming party- your brother prepping the grill outside for the steaks to be added as soon as everyone showed up. Gemma showed up next and you weren’t surprised she and Erica got along swimmingly. The three of you then ended up prepping and wrapping potatoes to be tossed onto the grill, and shucking some corn to be added as well.

As you follow Gemma and Erica outside to leave the corn and potatoes on a table, you find Isaac and Boyd settling two kegs into buckets of ice. “Jesus,” you mutter. “We’re not throwing a kegger, boys.”

Boyd flashes you a smile. “Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

Your nose wrinkles. “Ugh. Graduation night, right? When Stiles spiked the punch?”

“You were so wasted.” Isaac chuckles. “Isn’t that the night Derek caught you in the bathroom with Brett?”

Your eyes widen as Derek growls. “Thanks for bringing that up, Lahey.”

“Wait a minute.” Gemma glances between all of you. “I thought you couldn’t get drunk?”

“You know how wolfsbane is lethal to us?” She nods. “Well mixed just right with some other herbs and then dropped into whatever we’re drinking, we’re totally fucked,” you say.

She slowly smirks. “I need to get my hands on these herbs.”

Everyone laughs and then the sounds of roaring engines meet your ears. You perk up and Erica smirks knowingly at you. “Your boy’s here.”

“He’s not my boy!”

Her eyes roll. “I don’t get why you don’t just bang him. The two of you are no strangers to casual sex.”

“Can we not talk about my baby sister banging Jax? Thanks.”

You mentally facepalm as Gemma’s eyes widen. “I knew it.”

“Knew what? There’s nothing going on,” you say while trying to also walk away.

“But you want there to be?”

You open your mouth to retort, but snap it shut and shrug. There was no use lying to Gemma. “I mean I wouldn’t be opposed to something happening, but I’m not gonna pursue it either. While casual sex between pack members is not unusual, your son is the Prez of SAMCRO who has every croweater throwing their panties at him. Us wolves are territorial in case you haven’t noticed. It wouldn’t work out ”

Gemma just cocks an eyebrow at you and you shrug once more before turning around and jogging ‘round the side of your house. Jax, Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy are all standing before your house, staring up at it in awe.

“You think the outside looks good, then you should see the inside.”

Jax is the first to look at you and a lazy smile blossoms across his face. He saunters over to you, gaze darting between you and the house before he leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “The house looks dope. We finally gonna get that tour?”

“Yes.” You laugh.

Clay and Chibs greet you with a kiss to the cheek as well, but it’s Chibs who mentions, “The housewarming gifts are all back at the club. Couldn’t exactly fit them on the bike, darling.”

“That’s alright,” you assure him.

Opie and Juice get hugs, and you stare at Happy long enough to gauge where his social meter is at today. You consider him pack, but he’s one individual that isn’t one for touch unless it’s a croweater he’s having his way with. But for you, you’ve noticed, he’ll allow touching to keep your werewolf tendencies at bay. So when you see him crack the faintest of grins, you move in and grab onto his forearm in greeting.

“Hey, Hap. Good day?”

The bald headed, heavily tattooed man shrugs. “Can’t complain.”

“Good.” Then glancing back at everyone else again, you gesture to the front door. “Well go on. Everyone’s out back already and the betas somehow produced kegs from thin air. Derek’s put the corn and potatoes on the grill, and he’s about to put the steaks on too.”

“Oh hell yes,” Juice exclaims, rubbing his stomach.

You shake your head and follow the men up the porch steps. They nose about the living room, making impressed noises about the kitchen, then peek into the dining room, washroom, study, the half bath, and the two bedrooms downstairs that share a bathroom.

You follow everyone as they stomp upstairs, chuckling softly to yourself as they file into every room. You nearly cackle at the way Happy puts a smiley face sticker on the door jamb to one of the rooms, then stoically meets everyone’s gaze and says, “Dibs.”

Jax and Juice immediately kick up a fuss, telling Happy he can’t call dibs on a room. When he doesn’t crack under their barrage, both men look at you in order to back them up.

Instead, you shrug. “I have four extra bedrooms. Did you think I had them built just in case you guys only wanted to crash here? I knew Jax, Opie, Clay and Gem wouldn’t since you all have your own houses, wives, and kids, but the others are free to do whatever they want.”

“So if I wanted to move in..” Juice starts, already thinking over it

“Then you move in.” You grin. “If there are any spare bedrooms after we’re all settled in, then they can be used by anyone else when they feel the urge to sleep over.”

Juice practically fist pumps the air, talking about not sleeping in his shitty apartment or dorm at the club anymore and Happy mentions the same thing. Chibs, Clay and Opie can only shake their heads in amusement as Juice and Happy start talking about moving their shit in asap.

“What if I hate my house?” Jax asks. “Then could I move in too?”

You eye the blonde biker until he slowly starts to grin at you and you roll your eyes. “Yes, Jax. If you don’t want to pay anymore on that mortgage of yours, move on in.” Then looking between all three of your roommates, you also mention, “The rooms are also soundproofed, so if your croweaters make an appearance, you’re cleaning that shit up as soon as you’re done. I don’t want this house reeking of spunk.”

“Yes, mother,” Juice mumbles.

You pin him with a glare and let a low growl reverberate through your throat. “Try me, Juicy. I will cockblock you if I have to.”

His eyes widen and Opie snorts before slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, little alpha. I think I smell those steaks your brother’s got going.”

“Wait, what about this room?” Jax asks, hand already on the doorknob to the closed bedroom door.

“Don’t even think about it,” you tell him. “That’s mine and if you see it, I have a feeling I’m going to come home to one of you three neanderthals in it. Gemma’s already napped in it and she threatened to shoot me when I woke her.”

Clay chuckles. “Yep. That sounds like my old lady.”

Jax’s eyes sparkle and you take a step in his direction. “Jackson..”

“YN..”

Just as you lunge for him, he opens the door and stumbles into your room. “Holy shit.”

You close your eyes and groan as the rest of the Sons spill into your room. You know what they’re seeing- king sized bed with numerous fluffy pillows and plush comforter, large flatscreen mounted on the wall across from the bed, and the recliner and small sofa on the opposite sides of your room. Opie opens your walk-in and whistles appreciatively, and then Jax swears again as he enters your bathroom.

“You really went all out, huh?” He wonders.

“What can I say, I like my comforts.”

“Uh huh.” Jax continues to look around until his gaze lands on you again. “You know, this room is pretty fuckin’ fit for a president.”

“Yeah?” Your eyes narrow. “And my foot is pretty fuckin’ fit for a president’s ass. Wanna try it out?”

The Sons roar with laughter and then Clay’s slinging an arm around your shoulders, leading you out of the room. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go see what fresh hell my old lady and that blonde she-wolf are gettin’ up to.”

As you head outside, everyone but your brother is already seated at the table. Whoops and words of greeting are exchanged before Clay and Chibs make a beeline for your brother. You smile as they greet him, clapping him on the shoulders and then getting a peek at dinner. Juice and Happy make a beeline for the keg, and you head for the table. Just as you head for one of the chairs, you’re surprised when Jax pulls it out for you and gestures for you to sit. And apparently your surprise is still etched into your features after you sit, letting Gemma and Erica see a glimpse of it and snort with amusement. A moment later you’re scowling, but then smiling again as Jax passes you a cup of beer.

Eventually Derek, Clay and Chibs join the table, and everyone sits, chatting and laughing while the food cooks. Gemma is not happy to hear that Jax has plans to sell his house, but she doesn’t want to show how pleased she is that her son is moving into your house. The all knowing glint in her eyes lets you know you’ll be hearing more about that later.

Erica’s sharing the story of when a kanima was let loose on Beacon Hills, and you’d been paralyzed in a swimming pool with the human who’d had the biggest crush on you as the only person keeping you afloat, when your ears pick up on gravel crunching under tires.

The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end and you shift in your seat, angling to get better hearing when Derek says, “I might have invited a few more people.”

“Who?”

Jax and Opie tense on either side of you, but Erica’s words make you relax. “College kids are on break. Any guess as to who banded together to finally congratulate you on your new werewolf status and the house?”

Your eyes widen before you laugh and you stand up from your chair just as the pack of four round the corner of your house. “Batman!”

“Supergirl!” You laugh as you break out into a jog in order to meet Stiles Stilinski in a bone crushing hug.

“Who the hell is that?” Jax grumbles. Gemma hides her smile behind the rim of her cup.

“Stiles Stilinski,” Erica muses. “He’s the one who held our precious YN afloat in that swimming pool I was just telling you about.”

Jax tenses in his seat, glaring at the duo hugging it out before YN moves onto a laughing Asian girl.

“Relax,” Derek mumbles. “Stiles is dating that redhead next to him. Has been since the end of their high school career.”

“So who exactly are these kids?” Gemma wonders.

“Well Stiles is the first one YN hugged,” Erica tells her. “Kira was the second, Lydia is the one she’s hugging now, and the adorable puppy waiting his turn is alpha Scott McCall.” Gemma raises an eyebrow at hearing an alpha be called an adorable puppy. “What? It’s true. Scott’s the definition of pure and wholesome. He didn’t even have to kill an alpha to take their power, he just rose to his rank. He’s what we in the werewolf community call a true alpha, an alpha who rises to their power rather than take it from another.”

The Sons are kept from asking anymore questions as YN leads the McCall pack towards them. Introductions are had, handshakes are given, and you huff with amusement when Jax squeezes Stiles’ hand a little too hard though you have no idea what that’s about.

“So are we good to be nosy or are your alpha instincts still sensitive?” Stiles asks.

“Knock yourself out, Stilinski. Just don’t enter the room that has a smiley sticker on the door jamb. That’s Happy’s room and he doesn’t like people entering his space.”

“Which one is Happy again?” Everyone looks in Happy’s direction as the man in question stares Stiles down, sipping his beer without a word. “Right,” Stiles nervously chuckles. “Stay out of the scary biker’s room. Got it. Let’s go, Kira. I know you wanna look around too.”

As Stiles and Kira disappear into your house, everyone settles around the table once more.

“So..” Scott hesitates as all eyes are suddenly on him, but he only has eyes for you. “How are you settling in as an alpha?”

“It’s been good,” you tell him with a smile. “It helped that as soon as I met these fellas, I connected with them before I even turned alpha.”

“Is everyone human or..?” Lydia wonders.

“All human, all bikers,” you say. “Except for Gem, she’s Clay’s old lady and Jax’s mom, but she’s a stone-cold bitch and I love her all the more for it.”

Gemma raises her cup in cheers. “You know it, baby.”

Jax nudges your arm and when you look at him, he gestures to Lydia who’s rubbing her temple and flinching at something even though her eyes are closed. “Hey, Lyds,” you call out. “You okay over there?”

Scott immediately looks at her, placing a hand on her shoulder as she says, “Yeah. It’s just.. there’s so much death.” Your pack tenses. “Everyone’s talking at once and I can decipher what they want me to know.”

You gulp. “Lydia’s a banshee,” you murmur quietly, but still loud enough for everyone around the table to hear. “The voices of the banshees that came before her whisper to her every now and then, warning her about something on the horizon or replaying death echoes of those who lost their lives.”

The Sons wince and Lydia’s eyes open, though it’s easy to spot the tension in her frame. “I’m good. Promise.”

“Okay.”

Kira and Stiles step out onto the back porch then, and Stiles hops down eagerly as he makes his way to the table. “That bed is perfect for puppy piles. You guys get puppy piles, right?”

“Goddammit, Stiles, stop calling them puppy piles.” Stiles looks at you, eyes sparkling with mirth. “And to answer your question, no. The pack has not bonded that way. Three of them are married, two of them to each other, and the others don’t.. cuddle.”

“Hold up,” Juice says, slowly smirking. You groan at the look on his face. “Puppy piles?” He muses. “Have you been holding out on us, YN?”

“Fuck off, Juice.”

The table laughs, but Juice doesn’t let up. “What does a puppy pile consist of?”

“Stop calling it a puppy pile!”

Erica’s red painted lips stretch into a smile. “Puppy piles are just another way for a pack to become closer. It’s exactly what you think it is- a cuddle session. Everyone in the pack piles onto one bed or the floor and just sleeps. We usually have one when something traumatic happens and the pack just want to assure each other that they’re okay.”

Your pack looks at you, but you don’t meet their gazes. There have been plenty of instances when someone threatened your boys and you’ve hovered, but you never mentioned anything about a puppy pile to them.

Stiles snickers. “Who was it that woke up with their face pressed into YN’s chest and couldn’t look her in the eye for a week?”

“Isaac.” Erica reaches over and pinches her pack mate’s reddening cheek.

Derek finally chuckles then, standing up and gripping Isaac’s shoulder. “Come help me check the food. If you linger any longer, I’m afraid Jax is gonna shoot you.”

Gemma cackles and you groan, sinking into your seat. Your brother and pack were the worst.

“What am I missing?” Clay rumbles. You watch as Gemma leans over and mumbles something into his ear, his gaze then darting between you and his stepson. “Yeah, I can see it.”

“The fuck you can.” You get up, cheeks reddening as the table’s occupants laugh while you head over to your brother.

Isaac is pulling out the corn, laying them on a baking sheet before doing the same for the potatoes. You head inside to start bringing out the extra condiments for the potatoes and corn, and Gemma isn’t too far behind to collect plates and utensils.

“Grub’s done. Come and get it,” you call out.

You and Derek stand back to watch how everyone mingles with each other, grinning as your pack playfully shoves one another as they make a line. There’s more than enough steaks to go around, so everyone gleefully helps themself. And when everyone has their plates full, you go around the table and ask if anyone wants a refill on their beer.

You’re the last one to serve yourself, but you’re also the one everyone waits for to sit down before they all dig in. Then moments later, many are complimenting the chef and host, and wondering when the next pack dinner can take place.

Scott and his pack share a few stories about their college shenanigans, your pack shares a few stories about the club that can’t incriminate them in anything, and Derek’s pack shares a few stories that include you in order to embarrass you.

Food is eaten and a few more drinks are had since everyone was driving somewhere after the night was done, and all in all it’s a very good night.

Lydia zones out more often throughout the night, but eventually it happens too frequently to go ignored. Everyone is paying her more and more attention, and even the humans know something is really wrong. The redhead gasps and pushes herself away from the table, and all talking ceases.

“Shit,” you utter as Stiles stumbles after her.

“What’s going on?” Jax asks you.

“Remember how I said Lydia’s a banshee?”

“Yeah.”

“Well what are banshees known for?”

Chibs’ eyes subtly widen. “Screamin’ when death is near.”

“Yep.”

“Scream,” Stiles says. “Lydia, scream.”

“Cover your ears!”

Your hands slam over your own ears just as Lydia opens her mouth, jaw clenching as the banshee’s wail still irritates your sensitive ears.

She wails for several long seconds, and when she’s done there’s a hand immediately on your back. You glance to your right, meeting Jax’s astonished gaze.

“Crows cawing.” Lydia’s words make you snap to attention. Her eyes are filled with information that only she’s privy to. “Cawing crows.. and snarling?”

“Well the snarling can be any supernatural creature,” Scott says. “But I don’t know about the crows.”

“SAMCRO.” Clay’s words make you tense.

You glance around at your SAMCRO pack members, heart dropping into your stomach. “The clubhouse,” you realize. “They’re gonna attack the clubhouse.”

One moment everyone’s just looking at each other, and the next everyone’s scrambling out of their seats and running around the house to the front. Jax’s hand wraps around yours and you don’t even fight him when he makes a beeline for his bike. He doesn’t have to tell you to climb on, you already doing it the second he’s settled. You can see everyone scrambling onto their bikes or throwing themselves into a car, and then everyone’s racing towards Teller-Morrow Automotive.

When you pull up to the garage/club, you hop off the back of Jax’s bike and rush forward. In the lot, the SAMCRO members who’d stayed behind are all on their knees with several individuals standing behind them. Your pack forms a line behind you, guns being pulled from their waistbands or from some place they’d been stashed on their bikes.

The scent of the trespassing wolves fill your nostrils and your eyes flare red in annoyance. “What’s the meaning of this?”

Red and yellow eyes flare right back- one alpha, five betas- and the alpha chuckles. “You surprise us, lone wolf. Here I thought I could leave you a present, but then you come rolling in with human filth before we can finish.”

You snarl, teeth and claws elongating. “If you touch any one of them, I promise you, you won’t be walking off this lot.”

“Yeah?” The trespassing alpha smirks. “And how do you suppose you’re going to stop me, lone wolf? Your scent is the only scent stinking up this little town.”

“I might be the only supernatural being in my pack,” you say, letting your lips curl into a smirk, “but you picked the wrong day to attempt a takeover.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because us Hales stick together.” Derek steps forward, followed by Erica, Boyd and Isaac. All their eyes flare red and yellow.

“And I don’t like wolves who hurt humans on purpose.” Scott steps forward, eyes flaring red, followed by Kira. She grips the buckle of her belt and whips the entire thing off in one go as it snaps into a wickedly sharp katana.

The trespassing pack doesn’t look so confident now.

“What do you want to do, YN?” Derek asks. “This is your territory, your decision.”

“The less gunfire, the better. We don’t want the cops coming here. Subdue them.”

As if those were the magic words, every trespassing wolf shoves down a SAMCRO member who’d been on their knees and jumps over them. You, your brother, and friends meet them head on- wolf vs. wolf and wolf vs. kitsune.

The outcome of the fight should be a no-brainer- their six to your seven- but somehow in the middle of all the snarling, slashing and biting, the trespassing alpha gets the drop on you. You didn’t have to keep an eye on all the humans who had stood back, itching to shoot, but you did get momentarily distracted when two betas jumped on Derek after knocking Isaac and Erica out.

A metal pipe whips across your face, the momentum behind the hit causing your whole body to turn and stumble. A kick to the back of your knee sends you to your hands and knees, and then the pipe is being shoved into your back and out your chest.

Your head whips back as you roar in pain and rage, and the fight all around you comes to a halt.

Opie and Clay have to keep a hold of Jax the moment they see YN get whipped across the face with a pipe, everyone’s heart dropping into their stomachs when the pipe is then shoved through her body. The alpha standing over her chuckles, his red eyes scanning the humans in amusement.

“Hey. Hey!” Jax calls out, crouching a little so he can catch YN’s red gaze. As she pushes further up on shaky arms, a little bit of his tension bleeds out. “What’s the play here?”

Supernatural red meets human blue, top lip trembling in rage. “Kill them.”

“You heard her, boys. One and done, but that red eyed prick is mine.”

“If you’re with me, now’s the time to duck,” you mumble.

Just as Jax stands tall and takes aim, your brother and friends immediately fall to the ground. Opie, Clay, Chibs, Juice and Happy all take one shot, letting the alpha look around in surprise as his entire pack falls to the ground with a smoking bullet hole in their head, and then Jax pulls his trigger when the alpha looks back at him.

You fall to your side just as the alpha gripping the pole falls dead, groaning in pain at the metal still sticking out of your body.

“What the hell was that?!” Stiles exclaims.

You wince as pain wracks your body just as Gemma tells everyone you’d made SAMCRO switch to wolfsbane bullets in case of something like this ever happening.

Hands find your shoulders and you growl, but then Chibs’ voice is telling you it’s just him. “Easy, lass. Easy,” he says. He quietly swears, speaking to another individual who’s yet to touch you. “We might need to get her to a hospital.”

“No.” You grit your teeth, forcing yourself onto your hands and knees before sitting back on your knees. Immediately, you meet Jax’s wide eyes. “Pull it out. I’ll heal.”

“Bullshit.”

“It’s true.” Derek steps up behind Jax, smirking as he looks down at you. “Sucks, doesn’t it? Remember when I was in this exact position, and you mocked me?”

“Fuck. You.”

“Take a deep breath in because this is going to suck. A lot.”

Derek walks around you and places one hand on your shoulder, grasping the metal pipe sticking out from just below your breastbone with the other. He yanks before you can even inhale deeply. You roar, but your eyelids quickly flutter as you start to fall back.

“Oh shit.” Hands catch you and suddenly there’s pressure against your back and front. Your arms are draped around necks and then you’re being helped into the club. “Get more towels. Set her on the pool table.”

You’re in a haze of pain as you’re led inside the club, mumbling about buying a new pool table as you’re laid out on it. More towels or sheets or whatever they’d found are shoved under your back and pressed down onto your front, and you whimper in pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Your eyelids flutter open and you see Jax worriedly staring down at you.

“M'fine,” you tell him, flashing him a faint smile. “Just hurts.”

He gulps. “I need to make sure my brothers are good. You better not die on our pool table.”

“Never.”

You grin and then wince when Jax turns around, yelling that the clubhouse is now in lockdown.

Pressure just under your chest lessens and you grimace when you feel your shirt being lifted.

“Oh god. Oh that’s so gross. Derek, stop looking into the gaping wound,” Stiles mumbles.

“Stop being a little bitch, Stilinski,” you mumble back and then swat at the hands holding your shirt up. “Put it down. Let me heal in peace.”

“You gonna be good here?” Your brother asks. “We have bodies to bury.”

“Yeah. Go.” You shoo him away. “Ask Happy for help. He’ll know the best locations to dig.”

“Alright.”

Your brother, his pack and Scott’s pack take their leave after having a brief conversation with Happy and Juice. And just when your eyes close, you feel a presence hovering over you.

Breathing in deep, you figure out who it is. “Gem.”

“Hey, baby. Are you really gonna be okay?”

You smile and briefly open one eye, nodding. “Yeah. I just need to rest up. It’s gonna suck, but I’ll be good.”

“Okay.” A moment passes and then, “I know I’ve seen you fight before, but tonight was pretty badass.” You huff a quiet laugh. “And that little Asian girl? She’s not human, is she? I thought I saw her eyes glowing orange.”

“She’s not. Kira’s a kitsune.”

“So a banshee and a kitsune,” she muses. “These are some interesting friends you’ve got.”

“You think that’s interesting, you should meet Deputy Parrish.”

You can practically hear the sneer in her voice as she asks, “A pig?”

“Don’t be rude. Parrish is a decent guy. He also happens to be a hellhound.”

When Gemma falls quiet, you open your eyes and find her looking a little surprised. “Huh. Those exist?”

“Yeah. He gets all glowy-eyed, fangy and claw-y like the rest of us.” She snorts. “But his body also erupts into flames.”

“Damn. I bet that’s a sight to behold.”

“Oh for sure. Especially since the only piece of clothing that’s left on him after a fight are his boxer briefs.” You and Gemma chortle with laughter, but then you groan in pain and shoo her away so you can get some relaxation.

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Sometime later, you’re awoken when your hear quiet chatter all around. You attempt to sit up, groaning when every muscle in your body protests since you’d been laying in one position for so long.

“Hey. Careful.”

You wrinkle your nose at Jax, grinning a moment later as he sweeps his hair out of his eyes. “M'fine. I need a shower. And a bed.” You yawn. “I need to get home.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Club’s on lockdown.”

“Jax,” you whine. “I don’t wanna sleep in any of your sex dens. The smell of stale cum wreaks havoc on the senses.”

He snorts. “Don’t worry. I had a prospect clean my room from top to bottom recently. You’re good.”

“I don’t have clothes here.”

“Lydia went to the house and picked up some stuff for you before she left.”

“So the packs left then?”

“Yeah. Your brother and his pack grabbed a motel room nearby though. He’ll check in tomorrow.”

“Joy,” you deadpan. You absentmindedly scratch at your wound, wincing a little before picking up your shirt to look at it. By now it just looks like a wet scab and you sigh. “So that shower?”

“Follow me.” Jax smirks and you hop off the pool table, following after him.

When you get to Jax’s dorm and he opens it up, you’re relieved that it actually does smell just like him and only him. One of your duffel bags is on his bed and you head over to it to open it up and rummage through it for an outfit. You don’t say a word as he leads you into the bathroom, starting it up for you and keeping a careful eye on you.

“I got it from here,” you say as the steam starts filling up the small space. “Thanks, Jax.”

Offering him a faint smile, you keep still as he steps into your space. On hand raises, hesitantly cupping the side of your face as his eyes trace over every feature. “You sure you’re okay?”

“Mhm. Just tired. I’ll be good by morning.”

“I’ll be right outside then.”

Jax leaves you be and as the door shuts behind him, you exhale a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. Your heart’s even pumping a little quicker than usual and you mentally get your emotions in check before you start stripping.

The hot water feels phenomenal and you take a moment to rinse all the blood off before grabbing Jax’s bar of soap and lathering yourself up. Then once you feel a little more like yourself, you step out and dry off as much as you can. You run your fingers through your hair just enough until you can tie it up into a messy bun then pull on a sports bra. You pull on underwear and a small pair of sleep shorts, and then sleepily stumble out into Jax’s room.

You’re not surprised to find him there, but you are a bit surprised to find him in nothing but basketball shorts. He glances up at you and smirks. “Been texting with Erica,” he says while tossing his prepaid cell aside. “Says skin on skin is good for healing.”

“It is.” You narrow your eyes at him as his smirk widens.

“Sorry we can’t fit any of the others in my bed, but I’m hoping you’ll be fine with just me.”

“You encouraging this is only going to make the teasing worse.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” you say, walking over to his bed and climbing into it so you’re closest to the wall.

Jax chuckles as he climbs in after you and you don’t waste a second before you’re tucking yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest and slipping a leg over his thigh. You let your body relax, eyes closing, only to pinch his stomach when he says, “So if this is a puppy pile, I honestly wouldn’t mind doing this every night. But just you and me. I don’t like to share.”

You huff a laugh. “But pack cuddles are for the entire pack, Jax. It’s a form of bonding.”

“Fine. Then only you and I get to strip down and bond like this. All clothes stay on when Juice and Chibs are involved.”

“And Happy?”

This time, Jax laughs. “You really think Happy’s gonna cuddle?”

“I don’t know,” you tiredly muse. “I managed to get him to let me hug him. I’m pretty sure I’ll at least get to sleep in the same bed as him, even if we’re a few feet apart.”

“Fine. If you manage to wear down Happy, clothes stay on.”

“You’re making a lot of rules for someone who’s basically just a beta.”

“Oh sweetheart, you and I both know there’s more going on between us than just the relationship of an alpha and her beta.”

You bite back a grin. “I’m pretty sure your mom wants me to jump your bones.”

His chest shakes with quiet laughter. “I’m pretty sure I want you to too.”

“Mhm. We’ll revisit this conversation after I’ve healed and go from there.”

“Done. Night, darling.”

“Night, Jax.”

On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Unfortunately, the humans you’ve made friends with are dragged into the mess.

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Author’s Note: Violence. Some good ‘ol fashion wolf vs. wolf action.

The parking lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive is tense.

Gemma and the men had taken your words seriously, pulling out weapons from their hiding spots and arming themselves. Though they do keep a respectable distance from you as you angrily pace back and forth, texting your brother every now and then.

“So.. werewolves, huh?” Juice wonders. You glance at him, eyes narrowing as you try to determine whether he’s actually curious or what.

And seeing that he actually does look curious, even as his brothers nudge him to shut him up, you grin. “Yeah. There’s so much you don’t know about the supernatural world, man. I’ll tell you about it later if I live through this night.”

That stops everyone short. “You don’t think you’re gonna make it?”

“M'not sure,” you answer distractedly. “Alphas are more powerful than a beta or omega, but it is possible for them to fall to a less powerful wolf.”

“So your family,” Gemma says, arms crossed and foot tapping as she stares you down, “was that all bullshit or..?”

“Definitely not bullshit. I just left out a few key details.”

“Such as?” She asks.

“Such as the fact that the bitch who targeted my family came from a family of werewolf hunters. They had a code to only hunt wolves who hunted humans, but she defected. She killed all wolves, no matter if they were good or bad, and who better to take out than the one wolf family who was highly respected in the werewolf community.”

“And the relationship with your brother? That true too?”

“Yeah. She needed to know the ins and outs of our home, and when a majority of the Hales would be in the same place at the same time. I had family who were human, including the ten month old, and she didn’t care. As long as they bore the name Hale, she thought they deserved to die.”

“You said your uncle got justice for the family. He kill her?” Opie asks.

You glance at him and give him a nod. “He ripped her throat out. And then my brother ripped his out.”

Everyone frowns, but it’s Jax who mutters, “What the fuck.”

You chuckle, scenting the air real quick to make sure no one is approaching, and then explain. “When they pulled my uncle from the fire, his body had trouble healing. He was basically trapped in his mind, slowly going crazy. Fast forward years later when my sister gets lured back to Beacon Hills and my mostly healed uncle kills his own niece for her alpha power.” The men and Gemma all stare at you in shock. “He wanted her alpha power to start his own pack and hunt down those responsible for the fire. So when me and my brother came back, and figured everything out, we let him get his revenge before my brother tore his throat out and became the next Hale alpha.”

“So what, you both just picked right back up in the place your family was burned alive?” Jax asks.

“Yes. We rebuilt our home and opened the garage. Those kids I told you about, the ones who work in the garage? My brother gave them the option to take the bite since it was fifty-fifty it would take. A bite from an alpha can either kill you or turn you. It cured Erica of her epilepsy, let Isaac be strong enough to stand up to his father, and gave Boyd a new family. It’s our job to protect Beacon Hills and it’s people from supernatural threats.”

Everyone goes quiet as your words sink in.

Eventually, Juice snorts. “So do you like get furry on the night of the full moon?”

Opie, Jax and Chibs all start to laugh.

“Only those with great power can turn into an actual wolf. I only have a-” Your ears perk up at the sound of slowly approaching vehicles and you tense. You glance over your shoulder, scent the air, and let loose a low growl. “Enough about me. We’ve got incoming.”

“How many?” Jax is immediately at your side as you face the gates.

“Four.”

He scoffs. “Easy.”

“Four wolves against one wolf and five humans? I don’t know, Jax.” Two vehicles park outside of the opened gates, but only one man gets off. “Stay behind me,” you mumble.

You’re not surprised to have these bikers spread out on either side of you, but you are surprised when Gemma joins them. Red eyes flare, which causes an automatic warning growl to reverberate through your throat, and a smirk spreads across the man’s lips as he steps under a street lamp. “It appears we’ve brought claws to a gun fight,” the alpha muses. “Let me rectify that real quick.”

Three more wolves get off the vehicles, joining their alpha with weapons in hand.

“You don’t want to do this,” you tell him. “You’re gonna start a war you have no hope of winning the moment alpha Hale catches wind of your scent.”

“You’re trespassing on my land, beta.”

“You didn’t claim it with the alpha in charge, pup.” The alpha’s smile falls and you raise an eyebrow at him. “What? Didn’t think I could smell the difference,” you say. “You’re not a born wolf. You’re newly bitten and in way over your head. You start this fight right now and alpha Hale’s gonna rip your head off.”

He stares at you before a cruel smirk forms. “I’ll take my chances.”

The wolves open fire, causing the humans to duck and take cover before they can fire back. Your instincts are telling you to take cover as well, but you quickly realize they’re not firing at you or the humans. They’re firing at the shops and vehicles.

The sound of glass shattering has you whirling around and your eyes widen at the sight of the back windshield of your car having been shot out. You face the wolves once more, eyes glowing and teeth elongating as you let out a heart stopping roar of rage.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

You rush forward, meeting one beta head on as the gun fire ceases. You deflect a punch, raising a hand full of claws and slashing the wolf across his torso. Another beta approaches, but you’re quick to kick out and catch them in their gut. A gunshot rings out, too close for comfort, and you roar as you feel your right shoulder jerk back upon impact. Someone wraps their arms around you from behind and you’re quick to throw your head back, grinning viciously at the snap of bone you hear before dropping and sweeping their feet from underneath them.

The gunfire picks up once more and you feel a searing pain in your thigh, but you ignore it. You take claws across the chest before the beta attacking you takes a bullet to the side of his head, and you glance back at the men you’d gotten to know earlier who are clearly watching your back now. The alpha roars something awful, which makes you flinch, but your focus is still on the other two betas.

More searing pain erupts in your side as you throw yourself at another beta, slashing claws across their throat before falling into a crouch before launching yourself at the third beta. The fight with a third beta is a struggle and you can feel your control slowly slipping. And when you feel yourself losing the upper hand, you growl before sinking your fangs into the side of their throat and ripping out a chunk of flesh.

“BEHIND YOU!”

More gunshots ring out and you whirl around just in time to see the last wolf stumble in surprise at all the gunshots now littering his chest. And in your blood lust, you lunge up and dig your claws into his throat before yanking out his trachea.

As quiet takes over the parking lot, you become aware of your heavy breathing. You’re still on high alert as you glance around at the bodies littering the lot and you let loose a warning growl when you hear a pebble skip across asphalt. The five humans freeze, two of them halfheartedly raising guns in your direction.

“Hey, weren’t your eyes blue before?”

Those words knock the angry haze from your mind and you blink in confusion at Juice. “What? They are blue.”

“Nah, they’re red now.”

“What?” Your heart stops and you glance around at the bodies littering the ground, bile rising in the back of your throat when you see the then-alpha staring blankly up at the sky. “No, no, no.”

“Honey, I don’t know what you’re freaking out about, but we really need to remove those bullets from you,” Gemma says, though she keeps her distance.

You look at her, brow furrowing. “What?”

“You’ve been shot three times. You need to get those bullets out.”

Gemma’s words slowly sink in and you glance down at yourself. Sure enough, there’s a wound on your right shoulder, your right side, and your left thigh. “Oh.”

“So come on. Come join us in the clubhouse while Chibs dig those out for you.”

“Y-Yeah. Okay.”

You’re in a bit of a daze as someone leads you into what they call the clubhouse, then over to a table where everything is swiped off before you’re told to lay down.

“Shirt’s gonna have to come off, lass.”

Without a care, you strip off your shirt which leaves you in just your bra and shorts. Before you lay down, your eyes land on a bar and the liquor shelf behind it. “Can someone grab me a bottle? I don’t care what it is, I just need something stronger than beer.”

Juice jogs over behind the bar, picking up a random bottle of liquor and running it back to you. You twist off the lid and take a long pull from it, only stopping when Jax puts his hand on the bottle to push it down. “Hey, take it slow.”

Your nose wrinkles at the brief burn of alcohol. “Don’t need to. I can’t get drunk unless it’s a special mix.” You take another long pull of the liquor before setting the bottle aside, and lay down. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Chibs dig into your shoulder first and you can’t help the flare of your eyes or the elongation of your teeth. But you don’t snarl or glare, instead you grit your fangs and bear it.

The moment the first bullet comes out, Juice is there with a dish towel to press against the wound. You wave him off before he can ruin it. “Don’t bother. It’s already closing.” Everyone freezes and glances at your shoulder wound, and you tiredly smile at their awe. “Perks of being a werewolf. We heal quickly.”

As Chibs works on the other two bullets, you dig your phone out of shorts. You unlock it and scroll down to your brother’s contact, tapping on it and then placing the phone on speaker before letting it clatter to the table top.

It rings and rings, and then, “What happened?”

“The pack attacked.” You grunt as the bullet in your thigh gives Chibs a bit of trouble. “I’m currently laid out on the table as a friend digs out a bullet from my thigh.”

“Shit. Did any get away?”

“Only four came- three betas and the alpha. M'not sure if there’s more to his pack, but-” You trail off, unsure how to say what you have to next.

“But what, YN?”

“I killed the alpha.” Your brother goes quiet and tears slowly fill your eyes. “I didn’t mean to, Der. It just happened. I was so caught up in the fight and-”

“We’ll figure it out, little sister. Just sit tight. We’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.”

The phone beeps, signifying that Derek’s hung up and you sigh. “Are cops going to be an issue?”

“Nah,” Jax says. “We have them in our pocket.”

Just as Chibs tells you you’re all done, numerous sounds of roaring engines fill the air.

“Shit.” Jax cusses.

“Don’t worry. I’ll hold them off,” Gemma says. “But they will want an explanation.”

You sit up and gratefully accept a shirt Opie holds out for you. “That’s fine. So long as they can keep this between us, they can know.” The shirt is black with the words SAMCRO stamped across the front and you grip it one hand. “Is there a bathroom I can wash all the blood off in?”

“Yeah. Ope, get her a shower,” Jax says.

Opie nods and gestures for you to follow. “Thank you.” Staring at Jax once more, you ask, “Do you think some of the boys can get the bodies in the vehicles and park them out back? I’ll have my brother get rid of it all later.”

“Sure.”

You follow Opie further into the clubhouse just as there’s a bit of a commotion outside, but you don’t pay it any mind. Opie opens the door to what appears to be a dorm room and he points to another door inside. “There’s the bathroom. My wife has some leggings here if you want a pair.”

“Yes, please.”

The tall biker turns towards the dresser, pulling open a drawer and pulling out a pair of dark gray leggings. You flash him a smile as you accept them and then head into the bathroom.

A quick rinse off and some fresh clothes later, you’re stepping out into the room where Opie is still waiting. Upon seeing you, he chuckles. “You’re so unassuming. If I hadn’t seen what you did earlier, I wouldn’t believe whatever Gem and Jax are telling the boys outside.”

You shift nervously in front of him. “That’s what’s scary about the supernatural world. You never know who is human and who is not.” He hums in agreement. “So, uh, is there a place I can burn my bloody clothes?”

“Yeah. I’ll tell a Prospect to get a fire going.”

“Thanks. And if you can have someone catalog the damage those assholes did to the garage and club, I’ll pay for all damages.”

Opie looks at you in surprise. “I’ll let Gemma know.”

Walking back out into the club, you grab up your bloody shirt and follow Opie. Outside in the lot, it seems like Jax is holding court to a bunch of bikers that are listening intently to everything he’s telling them about the fight that took place and werewolves. The scent of bleach assaults your nose, and you watch as one individual pours bleach on the now body-free parking lot and another washes it away with a water hose.

Opie pulls someone aside, murmuring something in his ear, and the man glances at you with wide eyes. He nods and hesitantly makes his way towards you, holding his hands out for your bloodied clothes that you readily hand over. As he scampers off, you glance back up to see several people staring at you.

One individual with a head of curly dark hair and receding hairline scoffs. “She’s a werewolf? I don’t know what you’ve been smoking, kid, but werewolves don’t-”

You snarl, flashing red eyes and very sharp teeth at him.

Nearly everyone pulls a weapon, but you stand your ground and don’t say a word. Instead, you let your supernatural features fade away as Jax yells at his people. “ENOUGH! I didn’t tell you about werewolves so you can shoot the one we’re on friendly terms with as of right now. YN came here as a client to the garage- nothing more, nothing less. She didn’t know she was bringing a fight to the club, but she made damn sure to eliminate the threat. Show her an ounce of respect.”

There are several unhappy grumbles, but everyone listens. Weapons are holstered and everyone eyes you warily as Opie leads you to the picnic tables. You sigh, stepping up onto the bench so you can sit on the edge of the table itself. You’re surprised as Jax joins you, and Opie and Juice sit near your feet on the bench. The other picnic table is brought in front of the one you’re sitting on, and Gemma takes a seat along with Chibs and two other individuals.

“YN, this is Clay and Happy.” Jax introduces you to a white-haired man who still looks like he has a lot of fight in him and another individual whose stoic expression unsettles you. Both nod in greeting.

“Hi.” You fold your arms in your lap, looking at Gemma head on. “I already told Opie, but since you’re here..” She perks up, listening. “If you can have someone catalog the damages to your garage and club, I’ll pay for it all.”

Jax nudges you. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I do.” You look at him, smiling faintly. “These wolves came because of me, so I’ll pay for any and all damages.”

Gemma slowly smiles. “Thanks, baby.”

“Don’t even mention it.”

Gemma yells for someone and tells them to start logging the damage and it’s worth. Then after they run to get started on the job they were assigned, Chibs looks up at you.

“I got a question for 'ya, lass.”

“Shoot.”

“Why were 'ya so freaked to have red eyes instead of blue?”

You exhale tiredly. “Because red eyes signify alpha status. No pack can have more than one alpha unless they want to constantly butt heads, which means I’ll have to leave my pack and start anew elsewhere.”

“I have a question too,” Clay suddenly speaks up. “Why tell us all of this? If you creatures are dead set on keeping the secret of your existence, why tell my family?”

It takes you a moment to think about it.

“Have you ever met someone and just instantly clicked with them?” You ask. “Someone you met that you just felt at ease with even though they were a complete stranger?” Clay shrugs. “Well when I met Chibs, Jax, Juice and Gemma, that’s exactly how I felt. Like I knew them for years and was reuniting with an old friend.”

Jax coos next to you and you immediately nudge him, chuckling as you shake your head at him. Clay has a few more questions for you and, though he’s not the one in charge, you feel like you should answer anything they throw at you.

A couple hours later, after all the remnants of a gunfight having taken place have been discarded and beers have been passed around to those sitting around you, three vehicles pull up to the lot. Everyone tenses, but when seeing the Camaro that’s nearly identical to yours out front, you tell them it’s okay.

“It’s my brother.” When Derek and the betas get off their vehicles, you’re surprised to see Peter trailing after them. You hop off the table to greet your brother, hesitating briefly upon touching him before giving in and hugging him. He chuckles and then you stare at your friends before asking, “Can I?”

After all, you didn’t want to trigger your brother’s wolf by another alpha getting too close to his betas.

“Of course.”

Erica, Isaac and Boyd can immediately tell the difference when you hug them, and you smile faintly when you flash red eyes at them.

“Holy shit,” Erica says.

“Yeah.” Looking at your brother, you say, “There’s two vehicles out back with the bodies. Can they take them far out of the county and stage a scene? I don’t wanna bring suspicion to the garage’s doorstep.”

“What’s the scene gonna look like?”

“Shootout and an animal attack.” You shrug. “I used claws and teeth, and the humans used guns.”

“Okay.”

Derek gestures for the betas to do as they’re told as Juice tells them where to find the vehicles around back. Boyd mentions he’ll follow in one of their cars, and Isaac and Erica jog around the garage to go find the vehicles they need to dispose of.

Left alone with just Derek and Peter, you quickly introduce everyone to each other.

“Hold on,” Juice says, frowning. “I thought you said your uncle Peter was dead? That your brother ripped his throat out?”

All gazes dart to Peter and Derek who are only a few feet apart, and Peter chuckles as you roll your eyes. “Uncle Peter has an awful habit of not staying dead. He’s a nuisance, but as the Pack Enforcer, he’s kind of needed.”

“Thank you, darling niece. It’s so nice to hear that you only keep me around because of my role in the pack and not because we’re family.”

“I stopped caring for your well-being the moment we found out you cut Laura, your other darling niece, in half,” you deadpan.

Gemma gasps and suddenly the humans are on edge.

From the corner of your eye, you see Happy sit a little straighter at that information as he stares at your uncle. Everyone kind of reshuffles around then so that Peter and Derek are not at anyone’s back, and you end up between Jax and Opie once more as they stand close by on either side of you.

“So what’s your plan?” Derek asks, arms crossing over his chest.

“I’m not sure.” You copy his posture. “I don’t want to risk making betas. The bite has a 50/50 chance of taking, and I don’t want to risk killing someone.”

“You and I both know that it’s possible to have a pack with members who are human.” His eyes dart to the men standing next to you and you frown. “So long as you bond with these people and treat them as family, they’re pack.”

“What happens if she doesn’t form a pack?” Jax asks.

Derek’s gaze darts to him as he answers. “If an alpha remains packless, it’ll slowly make them feral to the point they need to be put down.”

Every gaze then turns to you and you try not to shrink under their gaze.

“I have a better idea,” Peter says. “Why not give the alpha power to another wolf who actually wants it?”

“Yeah? And who would that be?”

Peter smirks as his eyes flare blue, but the moment he takes a step in your direction, Jax and Opie are closing ranks on you and putting you just behind their shoulders. You glance at the backs of both men in surprise, head whipping in the direction of Happy and Juice who now have guns resting casually in their laps.

Peter freezes and scoffs, and Derek smirks. “It seems you might already have that pack of yours without even realizing it.” Wide eyes meet the gaze of your brother and he chuckles. “Charming is in need of an alpha now, little sister. And it seems you’re a new alpha who unknowingly formed a bond with men permanently attached to the town.”

You gape at Derek, your expression not changing as Jax and Opie grin over their shoulders at you. When no one says anything, you sigh. “Does anyone know of a house for rent? I’m gonna need a place to stay while I purchase some land and build a house away from nosy neighbors.”

“Juice, get on that,” Jax says. “Find a house with a decent landlord and then look for land that can be built on.”

“Got it, Prez.”

Juice jogs away to get started on his new task and you shake your head at your brother. “Congratulations. Charming and its people are now your responsibility,” Derek says. “Problem solved.”

Clay clears his throat. “That’s pretty much the job of the Sons here. We look out for Charming and the locals.”

Derek nods at him. “That’s great. But if another pack rolls into town, looking to cause trouble, or a rogue werewolf wanders into town and starts killing people for food, how are you going to take care of that problem? Do you know the signs to look for to determine whether or not it’s a supernatural threat?”

Clay frowns. “No.”

“Then that’s where YN steps in. She’s going to be a fountain of knowledge. Tap into it.”

“I don’t have to be a part of whatever operation you have going on here,” you say while gesturing towards the building, “but apparently my wolf has shown interest in these knuckleheads,” this time you gesture to Opie and Jax, “and any attack on them is an attack on me. And if a supernatural threat comes to town, you’re gonna want me in your corner.”

Clay seems to think over that before he subtly nods and tucks Gemma under his arm, accepting whatever may come next. Jax slowly smiles, playfully punching his friend’s arm. “Werewolf bodyguard.. sweet.”

On the way back from running an errand for your brother, you stop by an auto garage for a tune-up for your car. Once there, you run into a bit of trouble but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Unfortunately, the humans you’ve made friends with are dragged into the mess.

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Author’s Note: If you’re from the SoA fandom, LOOK AWAY! I’ve never seen the show- just read a lot of fic and seen some clips. Needless to say, my characterization of your favorite bikers is most likely terrible.
SoA and Teen Wolf AU.

When an issue arose with a couple of packs in southern California, Derek sent you to check it out and resolve it as quickly as possible in his name. Each state obviously had several packs residing within it, but there was only one alpha which all the other packs looked to for guidance and to resolve any issues they were having with other surrounding packs. And for as long as you can remember that one alpha has always been a Hale, even after the terrible tragedy that nearly wiped out every Hale in the state of California.

On the way back to Beacon Hills after a successful impromptu peace summit, you notice your car isn’t running as smoothly as it should. You’re in the town of Lodi when you realize it and you ask around for a legitimate auto garage as you stretch your legs a bit. Everyone tells you Teller-Morrow Automotive in Charming is the best you can get around these parts and you thank them for the suggestion.

Ten minutes later and you’re pulling up outside of Teller-Morrow Automotive. The gates are open, and you see a couple of milling about inside. You carefully drive in and put your car in park. Off to the side, one individual is on a smoke break, and he whistles appreciatively at the sight of your all black 1967 Chevy Camaro. He stands, sweeping back his hair over his head as you cut the engine, and it’s then you notice the scar alongside his cheek.

“That’s an absolute beaut, lass.”

“Thank you.” You pull out the keys, pocket them, and climb out of your car to meet him halfway. “Are you guys open for drive-ups or..?”

“The lads an’ I have some time to kill after they finish the car in the garage. What is it you’ll be needin’?”

“Full tune-up. She wasn’t driving as smoothly as I’d like.”

“I think we can swing it. Let me check wit’ the boss.” The man turns and sharply whistles, and then two other men are making their way towards you. One blonde with a swagger in his step that you can’t help but appreciate, and the other with a mohawk trimmed closely to his head and tattoos taking up the bare skin. While blondie has a neutral expression on his expression, the other is smiling wide as he eyes your car.

“What’s going on, Chibs?”

“The lil’ lass here wants to know if we’re open to doing a full tune-up for her.”

“Money is no issue so long as you don’t jerk me around,” you say. “If it needs fixing, I don’t mind paying for it, but don’t say something needs to be replaced if it truly doesn’t.”

Blondie looks you up and down before eying your car, smiling. “Might run you a couple hundred.”

“I’m good for it.”

“I’m sure you are.” He looks back at you and holds a hand out. “Jax Teller, owner. You’ve already met Chibs and the one eye-fuckin’ your car is Juice.”

You laugh as you clasp his hand with yours. “YN Hale.”

His hand squeezes yours a little tighter as the twinkle in his eye vanishes. Your muscles tense as anger suddenly wafts off all three men. “Any relation to Deputy Chief David Hale?”

“Nope.” You shake your head. “The only Hale’s I know of are me and my brother, and we reside in Beacon Hills. We don’t have any other family.”

The men seem to relax at that and Jax finally releases your hand. You then shove both your hands in your back pockets. “So the tune-up?”

“Yeah. Uh, we can do it. Might take a couple of hours, depending on what needs to be replaced and that’s after we finish the car we’re working on right now.”

“That’s fine. I’m in no rush.”

“Then you’re gonna wanna go see my mom so she can take down your info. Name’s Gemma. She’s in the office.”

“Thanks.” You take your right hand out of your back pocket and dig into your front pocket for the keys. You toss them up in the air and Juice is quick to catch them.

“I’ll take those,” he says.

You laugh and then make your way towards the garage, eying the part of it where it’s obviously a place to hangout for them. You continue walking, heading for the door that’s partially opened on the opposite end of the garage where you can hear someone inside.

You knock on the door jamb, waiting for permission to enter.

“Yeah? Come in.” You push the door further open, flashing a sheepish smile when the elder brunette looks up from shuffling a few papers behind a desk. She looks you up and down, sizing you up with a haughty expression on her face, and raises an eyebrow at you. “What can I do for you?”

“Jax told me to meet with you so you can take down my info. They’re gonna do a tune-up on my car.”

She sighs and gestures to the chair across from her. “Have a seat.” She grabs a paper from one of the desk drawers and clicks open a pen. “Name, number, make and model of car.” As you rattle off the information to the woman, you watch as she scribbles it all down. “That’s a nice car you got there. Might need more than the usual tune-up.”

“Like I told your son, money is no issue. I’m good for it.”

She huffs. “Are you sure mommy and daddy aren’t gonna pitch a fit for spending their cash?”

You grin at the cattiness in her tone. “Unfortunately, mommy and daddy have no say in how I spend their life insurance money.” Gemma pauses and glances up at you, expression torn between indifference and guilt. You shrug, flashing her a grin to let her know you’re not offended. “When a psychotic bitch locks your family in your family home and burns it all to the ground, you tend to have more money than you know what to do with.”

“Jesus, honey, I didn’t-”

“It’s okay,” you assure her. “I forget not everyone knows about my family tragedy. It was a big deal in Beacon Hills and even to this day everyone still kind of looks at me and brother with pity in their eyes.” Gemma still doesn’t say anything and you clap your hands on your thighs. “So, uh, if that’s all then I’m gonna go take a lap around the town. Any specific stores I should hit up?”

“Uh, there’s a good milkshake shop in the middle of town.”

“Thanks. I’ll be sure to swing by. If you need me to head back, you have my number on file now. If not, I hope it’s okay I hang out by one of those picnic tables later if the boys aren’t done by the time I come back.”

“Sure. Picnic tables are fair game.”

“Awesome. Is there a number for a cab around these parts?” Gemma quickly jots down a number and you take the sticky note, smiling. “Thanks. If that’s all, I’ll see you later.”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

As you walk back out through the garage, you see that your car has been pulled into one of the stalls, but the boys are working on the car they had previously been working on before you interrupted them. You wave when they look up and continue on until you’re standing outside the gates, leaning on the fence and calling for a cab.

For the next several hours, you eat lunch and walk from shop to shop in downtown Charming. There’s a small boutique which sells decent clothes, a malt shop, a bookstore, an electronics shop and a jewelry shop. You end up buying a few clothing items and a couple of books, then buying yourself a milkshake before heading over to the local park.

Sitting beneath the tree, you sip on your milkshake while reading one of your books.

Close to five, you start getting text messages from Jax telling you everything your car was going to need replaced. As you went over a mental checklist of what he was telling you, you realized he was right. You asked him for an oil change and tire rotation as well since your baby was due for one in a month anyway, and he agreed to it. He told you everything was going to be just under two hundred dollars and you figured that was fair.

You spend another hour reading until you start getting hungry and figure you’ll just head back to the garage with dinner for everyone. So after finding out there’s a pizza parlor, you have your cab driver take you there. Four boxes of meat lover’s pizza and two cold cases of beer later, your cab driver is helping you take everything down at the garage and setting it all on a picnic table outside.

“Come and get it, boys and lady! Dinner’s served.”

You glance towards the garage and watch as the boys finish wiping down your car, and Gemma pokes her head out from her office. They all share a few looks of confusion before they make their way towards you, with a newcomer in tow, and Juice immediately beams.

“Hell yeah.”

“Hope you guys don’t mind meat lovers and the beer I got. I wasn’t sure what you guys liked.”

“It’s perfect,” Juice says. “I’m just gonna put one of these cases in the fridge.”

As Juice disappears with one of the cases of beer, you glance up at Jax and the tall man next to him. He’s wearing a black beanie and has a full beard, but the thing that catches your attention is the biker kutte he’s wearing. Sons of Anarchy. You quickly piece together the automotive garage is also a motorcycle club, but it changes nothing of your opinion on these people.

Gemma looks between the food and you. “Thanks, sweetie, but you didn’t have to do this.”

You smile at her. “I wanted to. Besides, I know what working in a garage is like. You work up quite an appetite in there.”

Jax raises an eyebrow at you, blue eyes twinkling. “Got experience?”

“I do, actually. My brother owns La Luna Automotive in Beacon Hills.”

His lips twitch. “Before we get into that, let’s sit.”

Juice returns with paper plates and napkins as Chibs and the newcomer push together two picnic tables. You rip open the case of beer and pass a few bottles out before you take your seat, smiling as Opie introduces himself while taking a seat next to you. Juice passes out the paper plates while Gemma hands out napkins, and everyone readily pulls slices of pizza onto their plates.

Gemma is the only one who delicately eats, shaking her head in amusement as the boys dig in.

After a few moments of eating and drinking, Gemma finally addresses you.

“So, YN,” she waits until you glance at her. “I’m not one for apologies, but I feel like I owe you one.” The men all freeze, glancing between you and her.

“You really don’t, Gemma. It’s fine.”

“It’s not. I made a bitchy comment based on your appearance and lack of concern over money. You didn’t deserve that.”

“Thank you.”

“And you have my heartfelt condolences. That fire-” She trails off, shaking her head, lost in her thoughts.

Jax gulps. “Ma? What are you talking about?”

She continues to shake her head before looking at you and you sigh. “She’s talking about the Hale family fire,” you tell them. Immediately you have everyone’s attention. “When I was fourteen, numerous members of my family were purposely trapped in our family home and burned alive. The youngest victim was only ten months old.”

“What the fuck?” Jax says.

“My idiot brother dated our high school substitute teacher. When our sister found out and threatened this woman, she went crazy. Especially when my brother broke things off with her. So to hit my brother where it really hurt, she went after our family. The only survivor from the fire was my uncle. My eldest sister was away at college, the woman had lured my brother away so he would be wracked with guilt, and I was at a sleepover.”

“This bitch is rotting in prison, right?” Gemma asks. “I’d like to pay her a little visit.”

The men chuckle and you flash her a smile before taking a sip of your beer. “She got smart. She hired three men to do all her dirty work so if the cops made any arrests, nothing would point to her unless they talked.”

“Wait, so she’s not in prison?” Opie frowns.

You shake her head. “There were no arrests even though we knew exactly who started the fire. It was her word against ours, so my sister put our uncle in a nursing home and took me and my brother out of state. We stayed in New York for a few years before my sister went back to Beacon Hills for something. She didn’t check in like she was supposed to, so we went looking for her. We found her dead on the grounds of where our family home once stood.”

“Holy shit,” Jax murmurs in awe.

“Oh. It gets better.” You chuckle, pausing briefly so you can eat a bite more. “When me and my brother reestablished ourselves back in Beacon Hills, guess who kidnapped my brother and tortured him for shits and giggles?”

“That fucking bitch.” Gemma’s expression is enough to make you laugh.

“My uncle, who had miraculously recovered, ended up getting justice for our family before the cops showed up. Then my uncle was killed, and me and my brother inherited a shit load of money. Which brings us to why Gemma mostly thought I was just another little rich bitch.”

The men all chuckle as Gemma flashes you yet another sheepish look. Everyone goes quiet as your past tragedy sinks in, eating some more and easily finishing off three boxes of the pizza.

Eventually though, Jax has a question for you. “So if your brother owns a car garage, why waste your money here?”

“Well for one, I was not about to drive my baby all the way back to Beacon Hills when I noticed something was wrong. And two, this place looked like it held some honest workers and well.. why not share the wealth?”

“You get yer hands dirty, luv?” Chibs wonders.

You nod. “Here and there. My brother liked to take in strays from shitty homes, putting them to work so they could make an honest living when they were older. And when it turned out that we all had an affinity for fixing up vehicles, my brother opened a shop so the strays could have a steady job. We all work at La Luna for him, but he needed me to run an errand for him.”

“Huh. I would not have pegged you for someone who likes to get their hands dirty,” Jax says.

“Oh blondie, you have no idea how dirty I like to get.” The men all roar with laughter as Gemma chuckles, shaking her head at you. “So enough about me,” you say. “What about you guys? Is it always this quiet around here?”

“Nah,” Jax tells you. “There’s usually a lot more of us, but my step-dad had to deliver some parts to another location. Our brothers rode out to keep him company.”

You nod and say no more.

After everyone’s had their fill and is just lounging about, Gemma tells you if you’re ready to square up your bill. You agree and follow her into her office, paying your bill without any issue.

As you’re making your way back to the group of men are who enjoying their beers, another person walks through the opened gate of the lot. Everyone takes notice of this newcomer and Jax calls out, “Hey, buddy, we’re closed for the night!”

But the newcomer only has eyes for you. “You’re trespassing on claimed land, wolf.”

Your nostrils flare and the scent of wolf fills your senses. You narrow your eyes and cross your arms over your chest, ignoring the confusion going on around you. Licking your bottom lip, you saunter forward a few more steps, aware of Gemma flanking you. “Am I now?” You muse. You scent the air, tilting your head to the side. “And which pack do you speak for?”

The guy growls- audibly growls- and tensions all around your skyrocket. The men all stand, making their way towards you and Gemma, unsure of where to stand as you go toe to toe with this guy.

“You’re not from the Alvarez pack or Satomi’s pack because they’re allies,” you say. “There is the Hillard pack, but they don’t got the balls to stand up to my brother, so that leaves..”

“The Hillard pack is gone. We’ve taken their territory.”

“Ah. Newcomers.” You tut at him, eyes twinkling. “We don’t care much for packs rising and falling, but all packs must check in with the alpha who watches over the state. And in California, buddy, that’s Alpha Hale.”

The newcomer’s eye flares blue as he snarls. There are shouts of surprise from behind you, along with the telltale sounds of weapons being drawn, but you merely raise a hand and glance over your shoulder while minutely shaking your head at the startled bikers. Then facing forward once more, you grin, careful to not show how rattled you are. “Fall in line and learn the rules around here or you will be chased out of California. Now run along back to your alpha and pass on the message.”

The guy snarls once more, but slowly backtracks out the gate. As soon as he’s gone, your smile falls and you dig into your pocket for your phone.

“What the fuck is going on?” Jax asks.

“Wait.” You find Derek’s contact in your phone and hit send, pressing the phone to your ear. When your brother picks up, you sigh. “We have an issue. The Hillard pack was taken out and the one that took their place doesn’t wanna follow protocol. A beta just outed himself in front of a group of humans.”

“Stay put and send me your location. We’re on our way.”

“Thanks, Der.” Turning around, you’re not surprised to see that everyone has a gun in hand. You nod in understanding. “If you have more weapons, now’s the time to get them out.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Jax asks you, expression hard. “And what was that guy?”

“Believe it or not, that was a werewolf. I’m a werewolf,” you tell him. “And apparently this new pack who has a claim on Charming doesn’t like a newcomer on their land.”

Jax and Juice snort, but your expression doesn’t change.

“You’re being serious,” Gemma realizes.

“I am. That guy was only a beta, like me. His alpha will most likely be here soon and he’ll be stronger than I am. I’m deeply sorry to bring this issue to your front step. I had no idea a new pack had taken over,” you tell the group, guilt etched into your very expression.

The humans are quiet for a moment and then, “What do you need?” Jax asks.

“Back up. Aim for the head.”

He nods, solemnly, while glancing at his brothers who give him a terse nod in return. “You got it.”

Summary: Torri (O/C) needs to escape her life in Seattle because of her abusive husband. When she ends up in Charming things don’t go as planned.

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Immediately after Mike called, Chibs took me home and didn’t leave my side. That was almost three weeks ago and today was no different. Chibs was constantly by my side which didn’t bother me at all. When the club needed him for anything Rat would be with me but it would be no longer than a few hours.

There has been no sign of Mike coming here since the phone call. I tried to explain to the club that he wouldn’t come here right away, I knew how he worked. He was smart enough to wait a while to let my guard go down before he showed up.

It was currently 8 am and I had just woken up, tangled up in Chibs arms. Looking over at him, I noticed he was awake.

“Good morning,” I said softly with a smile on my face.

“Morning, beautiful,” he spoke as his hand went down to my lower abdomen, “and morning wee ones.” My heart was full watching him speak to the babies. Even though there was a threat hanging over my head of Mike coming here Chibs always made me feel safe.

“I’m 14 weeks today.” My voice held excitement as my hand ran over my lower abdomen where I had a bump. I definitely looked pregnant. “The babies are the size of a peach,” I smiled at Chibs.

“Aye, can’t believe how fast time is going by.”

“I can’t wait till they are here in our arms and we can kiss their little chubby cheeks.” I looked into his eyes as I spoke, “I just hope this Mike situation is over before then. I know he won’t come anytime too soon. He is waiting till our guard is down so he can come to take me.” I knew by the way he looked at me, he could see the worry in my eyes.

“Then we won’t let our guard down lass. I will do anything to keep ye safe.” As he spoke, his arm reassuringly rubbed my side.

“I know, Mike is so fucking passive aggressive, I’m just waiting for his next move,” I looked down at my stomach, “but I’m trying not to stress too much I know the babies don’t need that.”

“Aye yer right lass, it will all be okay.” He smiled at me.

I got up and stripped my pajamas, letting them fall to the floor before heading to the bathroom. “I’m going to shower feel free to join me.” I winked at him before reaching around and turning the shower on.

I stepped in as soon as the water was warm and jumped a tad when I felt Chibs arms pulling me towards him.

“Sorry lass, didn’t mean to scare ye,” he chuckled a bit as he held my back to his chest, the warm water running down both our bodies. I spun around and grabbed his soap pouring some in my hands and washing his chest.

As soon as I was done he grabbed my shampoo and lathered some on his hands and started massaging my scalp. I shut my eyes and tilted my head back loving the feeling. I rinsed my hair and opened my eyes to him staring at me.

“What?” I asked with a smile. He took some of my body wash and put it on his hands washing my chest and making his way down to my stomach being really gently.

“I love ye, Torri,” he said looking directly in my eyes. I was a tad shocked to hear him say it but I could tell he meant it by the look in his eyes.

“I love you too, Chibs.” I smiled up at him and leaned in to kiss him. He kissed me back passionately before turning me around so he could wash my back.

It was the first time I ever truly felt love in a long time.

“Your so good to me,” I said as he massaged my back.

“Ye deserve to be loved and worshiped after all the shite that arsehole put ye through.”

“I’m so lucky my piece of shit bike broke down when it did,” I said before turning back around and kissing him again.

“Aye, I am too. After ye have the babies we will get ye a proper bike, a Harley,” he smiled as we rinsed our bodies off.

Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body and handed Chibs his. Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I saw a text from Gemma ‘can you work in the garage office today? I have other shit I need to do’  I texted her back saying yes and put my phone down before putting my jeans and a SAMCRO tank top on.

“Gemma wants me in the office today so that means I’ll get to see you all day.” I smiled as I put on my black converse.

“Good, I can keep an eye on ye, make sure yer not doing too much,” he laughed as he leaned in to kiss me. “Ready to go?” He asked as he grabbed the car keys.

“Yupp, let’s go,” I replied as we left the house. Chibs opened the passenger side door for me before getting into the driver’s seat.

“Thanks.” I smiled as he took off.

We got to the clubhouse quickly and, after parking, both walked up to the garage. “Hey Jax, Gem texted me she wants me in the office today,” I told him as I unlocked the door.

“It’s going to be a good day, don’t have to put up with my mother all damn day,” he laughed as he started working on the car that was in the garage.

“Ye going to be okay?” Chibs asked before grabbing his work shirt and pulling it over his t-shirt after he hung his kutte up.

“I’ll be great sitting in an air-conditioned office all day watching you fix cars.” I smiled as I sat at the desk.

“Alright ye know where to find me,” he said before walking over to the second car in the garage.

A few hours went by with a steady flow of customers. Finishing all the paperwork, I looked up and saw Chibs working on a black Chevy truck. I looked over and saw a man standing off to the side waiting.

My stomach dropped as I realized who it was. Tim, Mike’s brother stood there leaning against the garage with his arms folded over his chest staring at me.

Mike must have sent him to check on me. Or maybe to find out who the man was that took the phone two weeks ago and yelled at him not to come. I froze in fear, my hand reflectively going over my small bump in a protective measure before realizing what I was doing.

Tim’s eyes got wide as he saw my hand protectively rest over my growing tummy. I stood up quickly and walked out of the office, calling Jax over because he was about ten feet closer to me then Chibs was.

“What’s going on?” Jax asked a look of worry covering his face as he saw the fear in my eyes. He closed the office door behind him and I put my back to the door so Tim couldn’t see me through the window.

“I need you to get Chibs but don’t m-make it obvious.” I tried and failed to hold back the tears that began to fall down my face.

Jax walked out of the office and lifted up the hood to the car he was going to be working on. “Chibs, I need you for a minute, something ain’t right with this engine,” he said. Chibs walked over to him and I saw Jax whisper something to Chibs before we walked into the office shutting the door behind him.

“What’s wrong, lass?” Chibs asks, with worry in his eyes.

“That car y-your working on,” I stopped a second to wipe some tears away, “it belongs to M-Mikes brother Tim, he is standing over there and saw my belly b-because I’m s-stupid and had my hand over it,” I sobbed trying to stay quiet. “He must have sent him h-here to check on me and see if I was w-with anyone.”  I couldn’t control the tears that streamed down my face like a waterfall as I spoke. Chibs wiped them away and then put his hands on my face reassuringly.

“Look at me lass,” he said and continued as my eyes met his, “I will take care of tha’ arsehole. Please try to control yer breathing. Having a panic attack is no’ good for the babies,” he said as he pulled me in for a hug “ye are safe I won’t let anyone hurt ye ok?” He said before pulling back and looking at me.

I nodded and took a few deep breaths. “Tiggy, Opie, and Bobby are in the clubhouse, I’m going to call Tig and tell him to ge’ out ‘ere and handle this with me. Rat should be in there too I’ll have him take ye into the clubhouse where you’ll be safe, okay lass?” I nodded again before Chibs took out his phone and dialed Tigs number.

“I need all three of ye out ‘ere now,” he spoke quietly but firmly, “Mike’s brother is in the garage. I need Rat to come to take Torri in the clubhouse while we handle this,” he adds and then shuts his phone hanging it up.

Seconds later I watched as the four of them came out of the clubhouse and walked towards the garage all with looks of seriousness on their faces. Rat walks ahead of them and comes into the office. “Anything happens to her while ye are watching her and I’ll kill ye and make it look like an accident got it?” He asked as he pulled me in for a hug. Rat fearfully nodded and walked back to the clubhouse with me. I turned around and watched as Opie, Bobby, Tig, and Chibs walked into the garage and shut both the doors.

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Summary: Torri (O/C) needs to escape her life in Seattle because of her abusive husband. When she ends up in Charming things don’t go as planned.

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The week went by relatively fast. It was hard for me to do nothing but rest for seven straight days, but Chibs made sure to come home early on the days he had to work to keep me company. It definitely made my days more enjoyable. He was also making me three meals a day and making sure the fridge was stocked with tons of healthy fruits and vegetables. One day this week while he was at work he had a pizza delivered here for me for lunch as a surprise.

When Chibs wasn’t home, there was always a prospect with me. He made sure to stay in the house and stay close to where I was. It was awkward at first but after talking to Rat we actually became friends.

Today was finally the day I get to go back for my check up with Tara to make sure the babies are doing well. Chibs was driving me there and I had already called Gemma to let her know I may be able to come to work later today. Thank god because I’m sick of being stuck in the house.

Arriving at the hospital we made the familiar walk to Tara’s office. The nerves set in as the three of us walked down to the exam room. These ultrasounds made me so nervous. I’m terrified to find out that something is wrong with one or both of the babies. I laid down on the exam table and lifted my shirt up.

“Any bleeding or cramping this week?” Tara questioned as she squeezed to cool gel on my abdomen.

“Nope, everything has been pretty good.” I felt her push the probe on my stomach so I instantly looked at the screen. She moved the probe around a bit and I could see both the babies. They were tiny but they were moving around a bit.

“They both look great, they are both measuring to be 11 weeks which is what we want,” she said as she moved the prob around a bit more. She clicked a button to turn the sound on and the quick thumping brought tears to my eyes.

“Ye okay, lass?” Chibs asked as he wiped away a tear and then held my hand.

“Yeah. It’s just the best noise in the world, I was so worried something was going to happen to them and to see and hear they are okay is just overwhelming in a good way.” Tara moved the probe and the sound stopped but then started again.

“Yer going te be such a good mom,” he whispered then kissed my cheek.

“Both have normal heart rates as well,” she said with a smile before printing a couple of pictures.

“Does this mean I can go back to work?” I eagerly asked.

“As ye can tell she has been having a hard time staying home not doing shite,” Chibs said with a laugh.

“Yes, but you need to take it easy. No lifting anything heavy and make sure you are not on your feet the whole time you are at the bar,” Tara said as she put the probe back and grabbed a towel to wipe the gel off my stomach. “I’ll let Gemma know your limitations so she can make sure you really are taking it easy” she laughed as I pulled my shirt down and handed me the pictures with a smile.

“Aye Gemma will be on yer ass if yer no’ resting” Chibs chuckled as he helped me off the table.

“I bet she will. Thanks, Tara for all this.” I pointed towards the ultrasound machine.

“No problem. Call me if you have any problems.” She smiled as she headed towards the door.  

“Oh one more question, can we have sex?” I asked quietly, I felt the heat rise in my cheeks as I blushed.

“Yeah, just nothing crazy.” She looked over at Chibs with a laugh and then back at me, “and if it hurts at all or causes you to bleed then stop,” she added.

“Okay, thanks,” I said with a smile then looked over at chibs as Tara walked out the room.

“Guess we gotta be really vanilla for a while. Can’t go at it for too long,” I joked as we walked out of the room.

“Aye bu’ that’s okay, we don’t wan’ te hurt the babies.”

“Look how big they are getting.” I handed the ultrasound picture’s to Chibs as we walked down the hall. I put my hand on the slight bump that recently grew.

“Won’t be long till they are ‘ere with us,” He said with a smile as he studied the pictures.

“I can’t wait. Can we go to TM? I want to get things ready for tonight I’m not sure who has been bartending so I want to make sure everything is good for the party and go over the orders. Plus the distributor should have dropped off the order this morning since it’s Friday.”

“Aye, I have a shift at the garage in an hour anyway.” Chibs grabbed my hand and held it all the way out to the car.

“Eager te stay ou’ the house?” he laughed as he started the car.

“Oh yeah, don’t get me wrong I love sitting around watching Freinds, but after seven days of it I’m ready to get back to work.” I buckled my seat belt in the passager seat and Chibs took off driving down the street.

We arrived at TM quickly. It was a wonderful site, getting to see everyone outside of the house.

“Take it easy lass. I’ll be in te check on ye in a little bit.” He kissed me on my lips with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I’m sure Gemma will be on my ass about being careful anyway,” I laughed before walking into the clubhouse.

“Tara called and said you would be coming back. How are you feeling baby?” Gemma asked as she rose from her seat at the bar.

“Excited to be out of the house,” I laughed as I walked over to her. She drew me in for a quick hug.

“Just wanted to tell you to take it easy. I got Rat in here to stock the shelves with the booze, you just tell him where to put it. You know how he is, he will just put it where ever,” she let out a laugh as she pulled out her cigarettes and lit one up.

“Got it, thanks,” I said as I made my way to the bar.

“Rat, make sure she isn’t lifting any heavy boxes of booze,” Gemma said as she walked out and headed back to the garage office.

Rat picked the boxes off the floor and put them on the bar while we were catching up. I started opening the boxes and took inventory on the TM inventory sheet. After we put the booze away, I noticed some things were missing.

“We are missing two bottles of rum and a keg. Last week the distributor called me because they messed the order up and gave us extra for free, so they should be calling soon. the damn guy delivering seemed to be half drunk,” I laughed as I sat down to fill out more order forms. Rat grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat down at the bar.

“So are you feeling better?” Rat asked as he watched me go over order forms.

“Yeah, just having some nausea and fun pregnancy stuff,” I chuckled, “ya know constipation, bloating all that shit.”

“Sounds like fun,” he joked as he sipped his beer. The bar phone started to ring

“That must be the liquor distributor, called the same time last week after dropping the order off.” I walked over to the phone and picked it up.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Torri?”

“Yeah, who is this?” I couldn’t recognize the voice on the phone considering the phone in the bar is like ten years old.

“You don’t even recognize your husband’s voice anymore?” My stomach instantly twisted as fear ran through my body.

“How did you get this number?”

“I got promoted to detective. I find missing people every day, there’s no hiding from me. You need to come home or I will come there and take you home myself.”

“No! Stop calling me, leave me alone,” I yelled into the phone. I heard Rat get off his chair. I turned around and mouthed ‘go get Chibs’ to him and he ran out the door.  

“Baby, I love you. I can’t live without you. You need to come home and take care of your husband like a good wife would.” I could hear the bullshit coming from his voice.

“So you can beat the shit out of me and kill me? No. I swear to God Mike If you come here you will be killed!” tears started streaming down my face. I was too afraid to hang up. Anytime I used to disobey him, I would get beat up. I don’t know how he still had this hold on me but he did.

“Bitch If you think you can kill me, you are dumber then I thought,” he screamed. There was the man I knew. The one who would blow up at me and treated me like shit.

I started to shake, and almost fell to the floor but I felt hands on my waist and I turned around and saw it was Chibs. He took the phone out of my hand and put it to his ear.

“Leave her alone! Don’ ever call ‘ere again and don’t try te come ‘ere cause you will be dead. We will no’ hesitate te kill ye!” Chibs yelled into the phone before slamming the phone down, hanging up. I couldn’t control the tears that fell down like a waterfall or the way my body shook. Mike knows exactly where I am and he could be here at any time.

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Never Have I Ever part 1

“Umm sure, why the hell not,” you said with a seductive smile on your face as you leaned closer to him. What did you have to lose? Happy crushed his lips to yours. He let out a low growl as you bit his bottom lip gently.

He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he brought you to his room in the back and slammed the door behind him. He turned around and pressed you to the door locking his lips with yours dropping your legs to the ground. The kiss became heated quickly, both of you fighting for dominance. He pulled you back away from the door and eagerly started unbuttoning your shirt.

You could tell he was getting frustrated with the small buttons as he growled and then ripped your shirt off, buttons scattering on the floor.

“Usually I would be pissed if my shirt ripped, but damn that was hot” you laughed as Happy threw you onto the bed.

He threw your shirt on the desk chair before crawling over you and kissing you again.

His left hand went to your left breast as his right held you behind your head pushing you into him. He felt your nipple harden through your bra and quickly pulled away from the kiss and slowly kissed down your neck to the top of your breasts. Happy yanked your arms up to sit you upright so he could quickly unclip your black bra. Once he finished his task, he pushed you back down and both his hands wound up on your breasts. After that, he threw your bra on the floor.

His fingers played with your nipples as he kissed the tops of each mound and started sucking making sure he was leaving marks.

He watched as you looked down at him and let out a few small moans which drove him crazy. He had heard plenty of women moan, but none of them turned him on as much as you did.

There was something so different about you. You seemed so innocent and to find out that it wasn’t true shot fire through Happy. He was used to these crow eaters giving him attention but there was something so different about a real girl, one who has a job and a house and isn’t just around to please whichever brother needed a release.

He started kissing his way slowly down towards your belly button. His hands moved from your breasts to your hips as he continued to slowly kiss down your abdomen. Dipping his tongue into your belly button quickly, he licked down to where your pencil skirt started.

He couldn’t help but laugh at your sigh of frustration when he pulled his mouth off of you.

“You’re an impatient little girl,” He said as he grabbed the waistline of your skirt and slowly pulled it down carelessly tossing it behind him as he stared at your almost naked body in awe.

“So gorgeous” he spoke as his right hand went down to your warmth rubbing you slowly over your panties.

He laughed when you pushed yourself down into him, eager for him to stop teasing you.

“Is this what you want?” His voice was raspy as he pulled the hem of your black panties down till they were completely off sticking them in his pocket. You nodded your head, too turned on to form any coherent words.

You moaned loudly when Happy plunged two fingers into you without any warning.

“Goddamn, already so wet for me, little girl.” you didn’t know what it was about his voice but every time you heard it you became more and more turned on.

Happy continued to slam two fingers into you with the perfect amount of force and speed. His thumb was brushing your clit every few thrusts and you felt your release start to build up.

Happy instantly stopped what he was doing and you gave him a look, one that could kill.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be making you cum so many times you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. We have all night,” he said as he stood up, “but first…” Happy took his belt off his pants and climbed back on the bed grabbing your arms and pushing them together before wrapping the belt around your arms tightly. He tied the belt and made sure you couldn’t move your arms.

“Now where was I?” He laughed as he made his way back down to his previous position. Instead of his fingers entering you this time it was his tongue.

“Fuckkkk,” you squealed as you looked down at him.

His tongue continued to explore you as he made his way up to your clit and slowly slid two fingers back into you. Having your arms tied up was sexy but also frustrating, you wanted more than anything to run your hands over his head as he continued to lick you.

His fingers plunged into you hitting your G spot every time while his tongue ran over your clit in the most perfect way. You were close, the coil in your stomach was wound up so tight you could hardly hold on. Your legs wrapped around Happy to pull him closer and get him right where you needed. You felt the familiar quivering of your legs.

“Cum little girl.” The vibrations of his words against your clit were all it took to send you over the edge. Your vision faded in and out and your heart beat so fast you could hear it. Your toes curled as you moaned Happy’s name multiple times and your body shook.

“Wow,” was all you said as you laid there catching your breath. Happy trailed kisses back up your stomach and to your breasts yet again. Alternating between sucking and lightly biting on one while his hand played with the other.

He pulled away and stood up quickly pulling his jeans off as well as his t-shirt and climbed back into the bed laying next to you kissing you softly on your lips.

His hand went down to his boxers and he rubbed his length through the material. He couldn’t help but laugh when you tried to move your hands and let out a frustrated moan when you realized your hands were still tied.

“Not as fun as you thought, little girl?” Happy asked as he sat up and slowly removed his boxers. You were shocked at the size of him. He laughed again when he saw your eyes wide as you stared at his hard cock.

“Never been with a real man, huh?” he questioned as he leaned over you to kiss your lips. You were so excited and shocked at what was happening you couldn’t even talk. Before you knew it Happy had his arms around you and flipped you over so you were on your tied up hands and knees.

He moved closer to you and pulled your hips back towards him. You could feel him rub the tip of his cock over your wetness which caused you to moan and wiggle your ass at him. Happy slapped your ass cheeks watching as your flesh turned red from his handprint.

“Don’t be a tease little girl,” you heard his raspy voice and couldn’t help but to giggle a bit which earned you another slap on your ass.

“Think it’s funny?” his voice a bit more serious this time as he slammed his cock in you without warning.

“Ohhhh God, fuck!” you screamed at the sudden fullness. Happy continued to slam into you at a fast and hard pace. The hold on your hips was sure to leave bruises as he pulled you back towards him. He was hitting you in places you didn’t even know existed as he thrusts became harder. You looked back at him and scooted your hips away from him a bit which stilled him as he looked at you confused.

You rocked your hips back and forth on him and he watched you do all the work as his grip on your hips loosened. You weren’t the type to give up all control during sex. You continued to moan as you looked back at Happy who let out a few growls as he watched you back up on his cock.

His right hand reached around and rubbed at your clit which caused you to pick up your pace.

“Fuck, little girl” Happy grunted at the change of pace. He loved to be the one in control but watching you do all the work turned him on more than he would have ever thought.

You felt your second orgasm build up quickly as his fingers continued to rub your sensitive spot and you picked up the speed once again causing him to hit your G spot with each thrust.

“Fuck!” you screamed as your orgasm took over your whole body. Your pace became unrhythmic as your vision faded to black. You could feel your orgasm all the way to your fingertips. Your pussy clenched on his cock as you came almost causing Happy to lose control.

He moved his hands back onto your waist and took over again as you came down from your high which you could feel quickly building up yet again. Your body was so sensitive it was almost like your nerves were overstimulated.

Happy pounded into you faster and harder than before. He usually could last for a long time but something about you was so different. You had an effect on him that no other women did. He could feel the tingle in his lower spine begin signaling he was close. Your walls tightened around his cock as your third orgasm rolled through your body from the force of his thrusts.  His grip on your hips tightened as his release washed over him and he spilled himself inside of you completely filling you up. He pulled out and watched as his cum dripped out of your pussy before he grabbed your hips again and flipped you on your back leaning over to kiss you gently.

His hands went to your wrists and he made quick work of untying his belt from your arms and throwing in on the floor.

“Never have I ever had three orgasms in a row, until now,” you laughed as you laid in bed staring at the ceiling. You were silently thanking God that your car was such a piece of shit and broke down this morning or this would never have happened.

“Next time it will be four,” he said as he turned to face you kissing you on the lips.

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Request from @answer-the-sirens : Any chance for a Happy X Reader, where you’re new to the shop and everyone assumes your sweet and timid but you go to a clubhouse party, and get involved with a drinking game, dirty version of “never have I ever” and nearly every round you and happy drink and everyone’s like da fuq, maybe at the end he comes over to you all impressed and… I love your blog! Phenomenal writer!

This will be two parts. The second part will be all smut! hope you like it and thanks for the request!

It had been a completely normal day for you. Get up at 7 am to get ready for work, get dressed, make your coffee, and head out the door. It wasn’t until you went to start your car that things quickly went to hell. Your car wouldn’t start. You were screwed. Your boss was such a jackass and told you that you couldn’t miss any more work. You had gone through some health issues a month after you started this job and had to miss quite a few days for various doctor appointments. You had moved to Charming a few months ago and had no family around that could come to pick you up.

Grabbing your phone you called the nearest mechanic. Teller-Morrow was the first one on the list. Had your mind not been going a hundred miles an hour, you probably would have thought to call a different one. You were well aware that this is where the local motorcycle club called home.

Of course, you had heard of the Sons of Anarchy and had seen them riding around but you were sure to keep your distance. Hearing all the horror stories of what the club was involved in from your neighbors you tried to stay away, although you knew that your neighbors were very dramatic so you couldn’t believe everything they said.

It only took ten minutes for the tow truck to arrive at your house. It wasn’t until the bald man, covered in tattoos, stepped out of the truck that you realized you had called the mechanic shop where the Sons worked.

“Car won’t start?” the man asked you were shocked when you heard how low and raspy his voice was. You had seen him around town before but never have spoken to him or any of the Sons before.

“Uh, um, yeah,” your voice came out hardly loud enough for the man to hear.

“I’ll get it on the rig, can I give you a ride somewhere?” He looked at you when he spoke and he immediately saw the fear in your eyes.

“No, that’s okay. Thank you,” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Are you sure? You look like your headed somewhere important,” he said as he pointed at your clothes. You were currently wearing a pencil skirt and a long sleeve blouse. Your office job required you to dress up professionally, which you hated.

Shit, what other option did you have? You would get fired for sure if you didn’t show up to work and there was no way you were walking five miles in these heels.

“Well, I’m just headed to work. I guess I could use the ride,” you quietly spoke as you watched him get your car hooked up to the tow truck. You could feel his eyes on you when you looked away towards your house.

“Okay it’s all set, ready?” he questioned as he hopped in the driver’s seat. You walked up to the passenger side door and opened it before climbing in. You put your coffee in the cup holder while holding your purse in your lap.

“I can pick you up too, your car should be done by then. What time do you get off?”

“Um, I get off at 6.” So far this man seemed nice enough to offer you a ride home, so why not? Your co-workers were a bunch of assholes who wouldn’t give you a ride so you were grateful for the offer. After telling the man, whose name you had learned to be Happy, where you worked, he headed down the street knowing exactly where to go. This town was small enough to know where everything is.

Quickly arriving at your job, you thanked Happy for the ride and then walked into work somehow only being ten minutes late.

The day went by so slowly. Your boss got on you for being late and constantly gave you the hardest clients to deal with all day. You couldn’t be happier when the clock hit six and you got to leave. You saw Happy sitting in the tow truck in the parking lot of your job and you got in and sighed heavily as you sat down.

“Rough day?” He looked over at you as he started the car

“Just my boss being a jerk, nothing new.” You buckled your seatbelt in as Happy drove off.

“Fuck bosses, they suck. Want me to kill him for you?” Happy laughed. You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not so you just laughed in response.

“We’re having a party tonight if you wanna join, lots of booze so you can forget your shitty boss,” he said as he looked over at you. He saw the look that washed over your face, one of uncertainty, almost fear.

“Look, I’m not sure what you have heard about us but-”

“I know your part of the motorcycle gang.”

“Club, Motorcycle club,” he corrected, “and whatever you heard is a load of bullshit. People are just afraid of us because we ride motorcycles, wear leather and carry guns. They know the truth though, we keep this town safe.” His raspy voice held confidence in it.

“Alright fine, I’ll come to the party but just cause I had a shit day,” you laughed and noted that you were felling a hell of a lot more daring than usual today. “And because its Friday and I’m off tomorrow,” you added with a smile.

It had been so long since you hung out with anyone. Too busy with your job to make any friends. You were desperate to get out of the house for a few hours. You didn’t even care about the rumors you had heard about the Sons anymore.

Pulling into the Teller-Morrow lot, you looked around seeing all the motorcycles parked in a neat line. You suddenly felt a bit nervous. There were a few men in the garage looking like they were putting things away to close up.

Happy parked the truck and got out. You followed him into the larger building opposite from the garage and as soon as the door open you were hit with the scent of weed mixed with booze.

“I didn’t expect the party to be started so early,” you told Happy as he held the door open for you.

“We take Fridays very seriously,” he laughed, “some of them have been drinking since they got out of bed”

“I can see that,” you chuckled as you looked around and saw various stages of drunk men.

Happy lead you to the bar and you both started to drink.

Two hours passed quicker than ever. You had four beers and four shots and were currently up dancing around to the music with a few of the other girls that were there. You had kicked your heels off earlier in the night, no way in hell were you going to be dancing with them on.

“Heyyy let’s play never have I ever! We used to play that in college alllllll the time!” You yelled to the other girls who all agreed.

“Guysss, come on, let’s play!” One of the crow eaters yelled at the group of men who were standing around playing pool. Most of the men were so drunk they would agree to anything. One of the girls turned the music down as you all sat around on the couches and some of the guys on the floor.

“Okaaayy, so this is how you play. You say never have I ever and then say something you have never done! And if anyone else has done that thing they take a sip of their drink!” one of the crows said loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“Okay, I’ll start,” another one of the girls said. “Never have I ever done it with someone twice my age,” she drunkenly said with a laugh.

“So I guess we are playing the dirty version of this game,” you laughed as you took a sip of your drink. Looking around most the other women took a drink as well.

“Okay, okay. I’m going next. Never have I ever done it in public,” one of the crow eaters said, which shocked the hell out of you considering not ten minutes ago she was dancing almost naked on the pole. You sipped your drink and looked around the room and caught Happy’s eyes as he looked at you with wide eyes clearly shocked that you have had sex in public. Earlier today you were almost too afraid to talk to him he thought you were really shy and so did the rest of the guys.

“Dammmn you’ve had sex in public? You seem so damn shy, you hardly talked to any of us tonight,” Jax yelled drunkenly at you. This caused a deep blush to run up your face as you nodded yes.

“Okay, Jax your turn!” the blonde crow eater who just went said.

“Okay fine, ummm never have I ever had sex with one of my teachers” he laughed as he lit a cigarette and took a sip of his beer.

You looked straight at Happy when you took a large gulp of your beer. He about spit his sip out when he saw that. He gave you a look, one that you have never seen on him. Almost like a look of want and need. You winked at him which caused him to growl lowly in response.

“Okay, I’ll go! Never have I ever been chocked out during sex,” the red-headed Crow eater that you were dancing with before said. And once again you had to take a sip. Half the men were watching you at each turn. They were shocked that someone who seemed as innocent as you had done all this stuff. It could also be because you were new around here and no one had taken a claim on you yet.

“Never have I ever had sex over texting before,” Chibs said with a laugh.

“That’s because your too damn old to know how to text old man!” Opie joked as he and the rest of the ‘young’ people, including you took a sip of beer.

“Okay, your turn,” Happy said looking over at you eager to hear what you haven’t done.

“You first,” you quirked back at him.

“Fine. Never have I ever had sex with a dead body.” Everyone laughed as they looked over at Tig who was the only one in the room to take a sip.

“What? It’s not as bad as you think,” he said as he drunkenly downed the rest of his beer.

“Your turn.” Happy looked back over at you waiting for you to go.

“Never have I ever been tied up during sex before, unfortunately,” you were shocked by your quickness to reply and even more shocked that you held eye contact with Happy the entire time you spoke.

He got up from his spot on the couch across from you and sat down right next to you, putting his hand on your thigh.

“We can change that,” he whispered in your ear and then proceeded to take yet another sip out of his beer. You felt the heat rise in your face as you debated on whether or not to take him up on that offer.

 Never Have I Ever Part 2

Tag List: @gemini0410,@utterlyhopeful,@rebelwriter95,@genius2050

Happy tag list: @redwoody-incorporated

Summary: Torri (O/C) needs to escape her life in Seattle because of her abusive husband. When she ends up in Charming things don’t go as planned.

part-1/part-2/part-3/part-4/part-5/part-6/part-7/part-8/part-9/part-10

I could hear some of what the club was saying, but not enough for it to make sense. I tuned them out and just focused on the TV. Trying to just focus on my favorite show to help me relax was hard when a group of guys was sitting out there deciding what to do about Mike.

“Ye don’ understand Jackie boy! Ye should see her body! Its covered in scars from tha’ arsehole! And guess what?! She is pregnant with twins. So yer telling me we are jus’ going te sit on our arses and wait for this bastard to come instead of making a move first?!”  Chibs voice echoed through the house loudly.

“Listen to me, Chibs! We don’t know if he knows where she is yet. We are going to keep an eye on her but we can’t go guns blazing in the middle of Seattle! Especially with all this heat from the Feds,” Jax’s voice yelled before turning quiet again to continue the conversation.

I couldn’t hear what was said next but whatever it was seemed to stop anyone else from yelling. It was maybe five more minutes before I heard footsteps coming towards the bedroom door. With a quick knock, the door opened and Chibs walked in, his face expressionless.

“Sounded like things got pretty heated out there.”

“Aye, sorry about tha’ Lass, but we got a plan now.” A small smile began to form on his lips. “The club wants te talk te ye.” He reached out to grab my hand and help me off the bed. I shuddered as my feet went from the carpet of the bedroom and hallway to the cold tile of the kitchen. it was well over 90 degrees outside, but in here it was freezing.

“Well first off, congrats on the babies,” Jax started, “Chibs will be a great father to those two. Hell he is old enough to be most of our fathers.” Jax laughed which lightened the mood a bit.

“Ye better watch it, boy,” Chibs quirked back he couldn’t help the smile on his face.

“Anyway, so we are going to keep you here, at Chibs place, while you’re on bed rest. If he is with us then a prospect will be here with you at all times,” Jax scanned the room then made eye contact with me again. “Now, once you have returned to work, obviously, you will be safe cause we are always at the bar at the clubhouse. You know we like our booze,” Jax laughed again as well as a few of the other members. “You can’t be left alone at all. Juice will be tracking those numbers that have been calling you, along with Mike’s cell phone. If it looks like he is coming this way, we will get you to a safe, secure location till we take care of the problem.” He looked over at me again. I could see in his eyes that taking care of the problem would mean to kill him.

“Anyone of us can teach you how to shoot a gun, just in case you need to protect yourself,” Tig added. Happy, Juice and Bobby all nodded in agreement.

“Thank you guys, for all of this.” I could hardly hide the emotion on my words. “This is more than anyone has ever done for me, I don’t want to be a burden on you guys, I know your busy with-“

“Our top priority is to keep the club and our families safe, you are family now, Torri.” Jax stopped me from speaking any further. This caused a tear to slip down my cheek. Damn these pregnancy hormones I silently thought as I wiped away the tear.

“Thanks,” I said quietly as I gave Jax a quick hug.

“Well we got work to get done at the shop, Gemma will have our balls if we are here too long,” Tig laughed as he walked towards the door with Juice, Happy and Bobby in tow.

“Get some rest, try not to stress too much,” Jax said as he followed the rest of them out the door before closing it gently behind him.

Walking over to Chibs I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I can’t thank you enough,” I whispered against his lips before leaning in and kissing him gently. He kissed me back with a smile on his lips. His arms wrapped gently around my waist to pull me in even closer before they ran down my sides.

“We can’t do anything because of the bleeding, doctors orders.” A frown was on my face while I spoke.

“Tha’s okay lass, we gotta make sure these wee ones are okay.”

“Just sucks. These damn hormones are making me feel a certain type of way,” I joked as I walked to the couch, sitting down and propping my feet on the coffee table. My grey sweat pants making my legs look twice the size they really are. Grabbing the blanket off the back of the couch I wrapped it around my arms, the t-shirt I was wearing not doing anything to keep me warm.

“As soon as ye ge’ the doctor’s permission, I’ll make the wait worth it.” Chibs laughed as he sat down next to me patting my thigh as he spoke.

“Isn’t it weird to think that your president’s wife has to give us permission to have sex?” I giggled as I snuggled into him when he put his arm up over me pulling me close, my head laying on his chest.

“Well, when ye put it tha’ way it does.” He grabbed the remote and clicked the TV on. I saw him looking at me and laughed when I couldn’t help but smile when I heard the Freinds theme song come through the speakers.

“Ye really love this show,” he chuckled as I grabbed the remote out of his hand so he couldn’t change it.

“I used to watch it with my mom. It’s one of the best shows,” my voice held a bit of a sad tone. I really miss my mom. But she would never believe me over Mike. She always thought I was an attention seeker and saw Mike as the perfect man. He could never make any mistakes being a cop.

Chibs must have seen the frown on my face because he started rubbing his hands up and down my side.

“Wha’s wrong lass?”

“Jus’ thinking of my mom, I miss her but she probably doesn’t even care I’m gone. It sucks because we used to be so close, then when I was in high school we drifted apart.  Life got shitty for me and I turned to drugs for a while and, when she found out, she said she didn’t want a junkie daughter. So she kicked me out and I cleaned up and graduated high school, went to nursing school and met Mike,” my voice was shaking as I tried to hold back tears. “I’m sorry, this has just been on my mind a lot lately.”

“Torri It’s okay, I’m here for ye, whatever ye need te talk about, I’ll always be here te listen.” He paused to place a kiss on my head. “I’m sure ye ma misses ya, ye can always call her if ye wan’ te.”

“No, she would want to know where I was and she would probably tell Mike. She wouldn’t believe me if I told her the truth. It’s ok though, I’m happy I found you.” I looked up at him with a smile.

“I’m happy we found each other too, and we have a great future ahead of us. The babies will be here before we know it and it will be amazing.” he smiled brightly.

“You’re right, it’s all going to be okay, actually more than okay.” I leaned up and kissed his cheek before setting my head back down on his chest.

It was amazing to think that a few weeks ago I was fearing for my life, shakily waiting for my husband to get home from work. And now I’m laying in the arms of a man who I am starting to fall for, who is so caring and accepting of me.

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Summary: Torri (O/C) needs to escape her life in Seattle because of her abusive husband. When she ends up in Charming things don’t go as planned.

part-1/part-2/part-3/part-4/part-5/part-6/part-7/part-8/part-9

The familiar sensation of fear crept through every vein in my body, surging through me like a hit of a powerful drug leaving, me gasping for air. Along with that came all the memories of Mike and the awful things he would do to me; hitting, breaking bones, throwing me around, threatening me, screaming at me. The list goes on and on.

He found my number, one that was supposed to be untraceable. When would he find me? He probably already knows where I’ve been. I hugged my knees and squeezed my eyes tightly shut as the tears fell like the dam that had been controlling the floods broke open.

I could hardly hear Chibs repeating my name or feel his arms encasing me with one hand soothingly rubbing my back. I was on the verge of slipping out of reality and right into a flashback.

It was times like these where I was so desperate to stay present that I used to cut my wrists, anything to keep my mind occupied from the racing thoughts and the rushing memories. I knew that wasn’t an option at this point.

It wasn’t until I heard a loud slam that I was fully brought back, aware of my surroundings.

“Wha’ the hell was tha’ fer!” Chibs yelled, his voice pointing towards Juice who had dropped a book off the shelf and onto the floor.

“Look, it kept her out of her head,” he said looking over at me as my eyes were now open and taking in my surroundings. “I get in my head a lot too, usually need something loud to get me out,” Juice quietly said, walking over to me and looking in my eyes.

“Thanks, it helped,” I murmured. Tears were still falling now but at a slower pace, like when a storm is coming to an end.

Juice smiled at me before walking back over to the laptop.

“Ye okay, Lass?” Chibs calming voice swirled around in my head. That question is one I get all too often. It’s always a struggle between answering honestly or bullshitting.

“No, I’m really not. I- I mean I’m glad you’re here helping me but I don’t know how Mike got my number and he probably already knows where I’ve been.” My voice was a bit shaky as I thought of the situation at hand.

“Look at me,” He held my cheeks in his hand as he wiped away a few stray tears with his thumbs. “I will no’ let anything happen te ye, yer safe ‘ere,” he whispered.

“You don’t know what Mike is capable of.”

“Aye, but he doesn’t know what the club is capable of either. Now I know it’s easier said than done bu’ ye need to calm down, ye donnae wanna stress the wee ones out.” He moved one of his hands to my abdomen and smoothly ran it up and down.

He was right, stress wasn’t good for the babies, or my, health.

“You’re right, thanks,” I whispered against his lips as I placed a kiss there.

“So Juicy boy, how did he get the number?” Chibs asked as he pulled me into his chest, his chin rested on my head while his hands rubbed my back. He knew this conversation couldn’t wait.

“Looks like he is a detective?” Juice asked looking up from his computer and over at me for confirmation.

“He was just a re-regular cop, must have got a promotion. Oh god, now he has all these new tools that he didn’t have access to before, to try to find me. What happens when he does?” My body started shaking with the rush of tears that spilled over. My eyes were stinging and sore from all the crying I have done in a short amount of time, but I didn’t have control over the rate they were falling.

I felt Chib’s arms pull me so I was in his lap, his arms wrapped around me protectively. He wiped away some of my tears and then placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“We will be ‘ere to protect ye, the whole club.” Chibs tone of voice held nothing but confidence.

“He could have a whole pol-police force out looking for me. I never met his co-workers, he could have made up some bull-bullshit story, showing th-them my picture and saying I’m a missing person.” I wasn’t even sure if I was speaking coherently enough over my sobs to be understood.

“Lass, we will figure this ou’, okay? Jus’ take some deep breaths remember we don’ wanna stress the babies ou’, jus’ breath, you’re safe right now and that’s what’ matters” his hand moved me back so he could look into my eyes, he held a reassuring look there as he moved one of his hands down to my abdomen once again. A silent reminder that It’s not just me anymore, I need to calm down for them as well.

“Should we bring this to Jax?” Juice questioned, seemingly unsure of how to handle this.

“Aye, we have te call a club meeting, bring everyone up te speed. I’m no leaving Torri ‘ere alone and she is supposed te be on bed res’ cause the wee ones are giving her a bit of trouble.” Chibs kissed my cheek again.

“I’ll call Jax and tell him we need him here.” Juice pulled out his phone, dialing the number.

“Let’s ge’ ye into the bedroom.” Chibs breath tickled my neck as he spoke. I knew I couldn’t be out here when the club was talking and I would love nothing more than to be curled up in bed so I nodded my head and got up slowly off the couch.

Chibs followed me into the bedroom and pulled the covers back for me, I crawled in and smiled when I felt him lay down behind me wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. His right hand wrapped around my stomach rubbing gently.

“Ye are going te start te show soon, yer so tiny, these two are going te make themselves be known soon,” Chibs chuckled as he placed a kiss on the sensitive skin on my neck.

“Yeah, I guess we have to tell everyone soon.”

“We may need te tell Jax today, jus’ so he really gets how serious this all is.”

“I understand, It just makes it seem more real, I’m still getting used to the idea of all this.”

“I know lass, bu’ it is real, these wee ones are no’ going anywhere. Plus, Jax is a sucker for babies so he will, fer sure, be on board to do anything we can te protec’ ye.” I could feel his smile on my neck. I thought about it for a second then placed my hand over his that was laying on my abdomen.

“I guess everyone is going to know about the two of you, so your dad and I can keep you safe,” I said with a smile. My emotions came over me and caused me to tear up a bit.

“Damn hormones” I wiped my eyes and turned around to face Chibs who was smiling at me.

“What?”

“Jus’ hearing ye calling me da to the babies… and ye jus’ look so beautiful tearing up abou’ it,” his voice barely above a whisper. His thumb wiped away a single tear that dripped down my cheek. “Yer righ’, hearing it out loud makes it more real.” If possible the corners of his lips curved up, even more, smiling brighter than before.

It was as if all of the world disappeared at that moment, just the two of us laying here in bed holding on to each other in a beautiful intimate bubble that no one could pop. I wish every moment could feel like this. He leaned in and kissed me softly.

Hearing a knock on the front door I was brought crashing back into reality. The club was here to make a plan, one with the goal of keeping my ex-husband away from me. Chibs placed a quick kiss to my forehead before getting up and turning the TV on in our room switching the channel to the one that I was watching earlier. Friends was still on TV which brought me some comfort as Chibs walked out of the room. I sank lower into bed praying that the club would be able to keep me safe.

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Should I take the time to write a Sons of anarchy Story again?