Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy and no proft is being made frothe publicaton of hs work. This work is a thing of fiction, any relain to people, places and names,dead or alive is purely coincidental. Author Note: This doesn't happen in a specific period of time relating to the show, it just happens. It has been in my head of months. Aaron Jones is Charlotte's high school boyfriend, and was ran out of town over 7 years ago by the Sons.
"Why the hell are you even back here?" Charlotte demanded. "You were lucky to get out alive the first time, don't think you'll get a second chance."
Aaron took a step closer and nudged her forehead with his, causing her to sway back. "'Cause the first time I left, I forgot something." His hand landed on her hip and with his touch she jerked away, realising the dangers she was putting her and her unborn child in.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled, but his grip tightened, his other hand grabbing her upper arm. She was pushing him more, hands grasping at his grey t-shirt trying to push him off.
A few passers by stopped and stared, whispering to each other behind hands that shielded their moving lips. They'd been taught for so long not to get involved with SoA affairs that nobody did anything.
With a final push, Charlotte shoved Aaron away and he laughed at her, patronising her. Charlotte slapped him round the cheek then turned and ran into Flloyd's Barber shop as the old man opened the door and called her name, offering her shelter.
She made it in and Floyd locked the door behind, turning his sign to 'CLOSED' as Aaron started to bang on the glass door.
"I already called the boys," Floyd told her, cleaning his shaving razor with a towel in his hand as they watched Aaron bang relentlessly on the large glass window panes that lined the Barber's.
Less then 5 minutes later and Charlotte's heart stopped fluttering as she heard the warm welcome of Harley engines roaring down Main Street. The bikes stopped sharply out the street outside, and only then did Aaron realise what was happening. He turned around to make a smart remark but Chib's punched him in the mouth, sending him sprawling to the ground. Fists and kicks flew between the two guys as they started brawling on Main Street in broad daylight. Jax and Bobby were keeping an eye out, making sure Chibs' blows didn't become too aggressive that they had a murder and twenty witnesses around.
"That's enough, bro," Jax reminded through his own clenched jaw. Chibs landed a solid blow to Aaron's nose. "Bro! I said enough!" Jax hurled the Scotsman off the ground and spaced himself in between the two.
Jax turned to address Aaron. "The only reason I am stopping this now is because I don't want a murder in broad daylight hanging over my Club's head. Sam Crow sees you on the streets of Charming again, and next time, I'm not gonna pull my boy away. You're not welcome in this town."
Chibs spat over Jax's shoulder and a big glob of spit and blood landed on Aaron's shoes. Aaron scowled and Chibs smirked, wiping at his mouth with his hand, still clad in leather riding gloves. Aaron picked up one of the mesh trash cans that sparingly lined Main Street and launched it through the window of Floyds, the glass shattering in to thousands of pieces over the street and in the store. Charlotte and Floyd hugged the back wall and remained unharmed.
"You're gonna need to pay for the damages," Jax warned, flicking his Reaper Crew cap back to front.
Aaron reached into his jeans pocket and threw money on the floor. "Bunch of fag ass biker pansies." He looked directly at Chibs. "Next time you get in between me and Charltte, I'll slit her throat and carve her cunt out."
Chib's shoved Jax out the way and landed a solid blow to Aaron's head, rendering him unconscious.
"You better get this piece of shit outta my sight, or I'll be doing twenty five to life!" Chibs growled, his accent coming out so thick he was barely understood by Bobby and Jax.
The Club van screeched to a halt outside the barber shop with Juice and Tig hopping out.
"Damnit! I miss all the fun!" Tig whined, looking at the broken glass window and who he heavily suspected to be Aaron Jones lying on the street unconscious. With the help of Juice, they loaded Aaron unceremoniously in the back of the van.
Chib's stepped through what was once Floyd's window, and embraced a sobbing Charlotte, trying to calm her down.
Jax lit a much needed cigarette. "You," he pointed to Chibs, "and you," he repeated pointing to Charlotte this time, "Cabin. Now."
Charlotte was lying on her side on the bed when Chibs came out from the shower, towel wrapped low on his waist. The bed dipped behind her as he laid behind her, propping himself up on his elbow, smoothing her hair out of her face. He noticed she'd been crying and he dropped a kiss to her bare shoulder.
"I'll kill 'im if he comes anywhere near you two again," Chibs whispered his promise in her ear, hand moving over to her still flat belly protectively. At his words, something in Charlotte stirred, right at the base of her stomach and through to the centre of her thighs. she rolled over onto her back, now effectively below him, and reached out her hand to remove his towel swiftly. When he didn't even blink she laughed softly and kissed him. His hand that had been on her stomach moved south and cupped her.
