A/N: I just can't help myself! Every time I watch a show, either Deadliest Catch or now SOA, I just get an idea and have to write! As usual I own nothing, but my character, Nova Cooper, and her story. Enjoy!
Nova pulled up to the Teller-Morrow Garage on her Candy Apple Red 2012 Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6R and parked next to the boys' bikes and smirked. She took her helmet off and shook her long blond hair out before setting her helmet on the seat and walking towards the picnic table where Gemma and some Sweetbutts were sitting. She was maybe, five feet, from the picnic table when one of the guys shouted her way.
"You know you can't park there right?" Nova stopped dead in her tracks and turned around to see a Son wearing a white tank top and some torn jeans with dark curly hair and mysterious eyes standing by the open garage door holding a wrench.
"Oh, and why the hell not?" Nova put her hands on her hips and put a signature Gemma look on. The biker was probably close to twice her age, being only 24, Nova was taught by the best to hold her own. Being Gemma and Clay's Goddaughter, she grew up with Jax and Opie, though she was a few years younger then they were.
"That's Son's only parking, sweetheart" He smirked, you could tell his nose had been broken atleast once. He lifted his sunglasses onto the top of his head and approached Nova.
"Oh, so it's a sexist thing then, cause I may not be a Son, but I sure as hell am family, do I need to sick Momma Gemma on you?" Nova smirked, she could tell he was shocked, he threw up his hands and went back to work. She could hear his buddies laughing from the garage. Nova walked to the table and hugged Gemma. It had been almost a year since she had been home. Nova decided she needed to see the world. She traveled to England, and stayed two weeks in Alaska, just to say she had been there. She liked Alaska best, you would never think that a place covered in Snow the majority of the year could be so beautiful.
She sat and talked to the girls for about an hour or so before Clay came out and interrupted.
"You know, you look just like Gemma, except you're blond, Nova" Clay kissed the top of Nova's head. Clay and Gemma practically adopted Nova when she was fifteen, her mother died in a motorcycle accident, and being her God-Parents, Gemma and Clay informally adopted Nova.
"Thanks Clay, mom always said it was because Gemma was there when I was born, and she named me" Nova was pulled away from the table by a set of strong arms. They picked her up, threw her over their shoulder and spun her around.
"Jackson Teller, you put me down this instant before I sick Opie on you! You haven't seen me in a year and this is how you treat your sister?!" Nova laughed, If she didn't know the truth, she would think her and Jax really WERE siblings. They practically looked identical. Blond hair,and dark caramel colored eyes. Similar facial structure, and you could tell she grew up around Gemma, they dressed alike.
"Fine fine, you win, just be careful looking like that around here, these boys are used to sweetbutts and crow eaters, they don't know what to do with an actual female with morals" She smirked, Jackson always had Nova's back, especially when it came to the club.
"So, who just insulted my baby?" Nova asked, as they walked closer to the garage.
"Tha'ts Tig, he's Sgt. at Arms, he loves to party..and well I'm sure you get where I am going with this" Nova nodded, smirking.
"Nova, you know most of the crew, Bobby, Chibs, Piney, Juice, and just recently got acquainted to Tig" Nova hugged the guys, except Tig. She just quirked her eyebrow at him and stood next to Jax with her hands on her hips.
"I am sure Tig didn't mean nothing by it Nova, he just doesn't know how to flirt with the ladies anymore" Juice says, kissing her cheek. Juice has had a crush on Nova since he was a Prospect.
"Well, you're the only one who knows how to push my buttons anyways, Juicey, so no worries there" Nova winked at Juice and then smirked at Tig before turning on her heel and heading into the clubhouse.
A/N: Like it? Hate it? Let me know! :)
