Author's Note: I got this idea a couple of weeks ago. I have it happening a few weeks after season 5 but with some changes. Bobby is still the VP and the thing with Tara and Otto didn't happen. I started watching SoA way late in the game so I've been catching up and the idea came to me after Opie's death but before everything with Otto and Tara happened (though the Clay thing worked really well for the story, so I'm going to keep it in, and, like I said, Bobby is still the VP so I'm disregarding what happened in the last episode of Season 5 between him and Jax). I know it's kind of confusing, but this particular SAMCRO universe works really well with my idea, so please forgive me? Ha ha.
I do not own a single character that appears in the show, of course, but the entirety of the club The Brawlers are mine.
"Alright, it passes. We've got ourselves a new prospect." The gavel came down hard, shaking the table slightly. Jax Teller and the gentlemen of SAMCRO started to stand up from the table. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. I got a call from Jabes Callahan…" Jax looked at all the men in the room, some standing, some sitting. "Looks like we'll be having guests. The Brawlers roll in tomorrow. Let's show 'em a good time, huh?"
"Yeah, I'll talk to Gemma. Maybe we can get a party going or something." Bobby said as he stood up and put his reading glasses away.
"Sounds good. The club needs to relax a bit, especially after all that's happened." Jax paused for a second and looked down at the opposite end of the table where Clay had once sat. He turned and walked out, the manila folder holding the new prospect's paperwork in hand.
Juice walked up to Bobby. "Who are the Brawlers?" He said quietly, hoping no one else would hear him so he wouldn't sound stupid for not knowing the answer.
Bobby turned to him and a smile pulled at the edge of his lips. "Oh, they're an MC from out east." Bobby said nonchalantly then slapped his hand onto Juice's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. The smile on Bobby's face made Juice uneasy.
"Come on, Juicy. Don't look so nervous! You, too, Tig. You should be excited about this…ha ha!" Chibs stood up from his seat to the right of where Jax had been sitting and slapped Tig on the back teasingly as he walked out. Juice looked at Tig, who was leaned back in his seat, his elbow resting on the arm rests of the chair, and his eyes distant. Looking at Tig made Juice even more nervous.
Tig broke out of the trance and looked up at Juice who had been staring at him. "What are you looking at?" And with that, he coolly stood up from his seat, ran a hand through his hair, and stalked out of the room and went straight to the bar for a shot.
"Eh, Juicy! Jax wants us to make a run real quick. Let's go!" Chibs had come back in the doorway and slipped on his sunglasses, an unlit cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. "Oh come on!" The Scot walked in the room and grabbed Juice by the base of the neck and guided him out the door and into his SAMCRO duties for the day.
The way the brothers had been acting ever since the meeting the night before had heightened Juice's unease. There hadn't been a party in a while, so of course there was the excitement for that, but there was also an air around the place, a strange electricity, that made Juice think that The Brawlers weren't just another MC. It was as though the older guys all knew something that the newer guys didn't.
Phil and the prospects were busy all day stocking up the bar and cleaning the place up. Jax had been making calls all day and the other SAMCRO members were either out running errands or working in the shop. Juice dropped the box of lemons and limes on the bar and walked outside, where he found Tig sitting at the picnic table. Tig was sitting with his back to the tabletop, a burning cigarette between his lips, and his head tilted back. His sunglasses were on so Juice didn't know if his eyes were open or not.
"Hey…" he said cautiously. Tig had never given Juice a real reason to be afraid of him, but nevertheless Tig scared the shit out of Juice. There was something off putting with his strange quirks and just overall demeanor. Plus the dude was into some weird shit.
"What?" Tig said without moving a muscle.
"You doin' alright, man?" Juice moved closer and sat down on the same bench but as far away as possible from Tig.
"Yeah. I'm fine." The sarcasm was practically dripping from his words. He sat up and leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees. He took a long drag on his cigarette then threw it on the ground and stomped it out.
Before Juice could ask any more questions the boys from SAMCRO that had been out all pulled into the lot. They parked their bikes and one by one made their way to Tig and Juice. Jax came out of the clubhouse to meet them and lit a cigarette.
"They'll be here any minute. Jabes called me when they hit the border." Jax leaned on a pole, facing out into the lot of Teller-Morrow. "Is everything set?" He asked without looking at anyone in particular.
"Yeah. The prospects have the booze straightened out. I called some of the guys that are staying in town and they'll be in for the party. They're pretty excited." Bobby moved to stand next to Jax.
"Yeah, nothing like a good homecoming." Jax threw the cigarette on the ground and all of SAMCRO could hear the thunderous noise of motorcycles turning down the street that TM was located on. "Here we go boys!" He yelled and he jumped off of the ledge and into the lot. The rest of SAMCRO fell in suit, including Happy who had been in the shop, and took their places in a loose semi-circle in front of the clubhouse. The prospects came out of the clubhouse and stood near the picnic table.
A few seconds later, the first motorcycle turned into TM and then the 20 others followed.
"Wait a minute…is that a chick?" Juice looked at Bobby who he had found himself standing next to. "Wait…are they all chicks?!" Juice looked at Bobby, but Bobby kept watching the bikes come in. Bobby smiled and hit Juice on the back and then went to stand next to Jax farther down the line of Sons to Juice's right. Juice turned to Tig "Is that allowed? Can chicks be in an MC?"
Tig slowly turned his head to Juice. "You know what? Why don't you ask them?" Then he turned his head away from Juice and put his hands on his hips.
"Jesus…" Juice sighed.
The first bike that had pulled in stopped and the woman seated on the bike turned it off. There was a long red braid hanging down over her left shoulder, but that's all Juice could tell from where he was standing. She unsnapped her helmet and laid it on her handlebars. Slowly the women behind her did the same.
The first woman stood up and put her hands on her hips and waited for a few seconds, then ran to Chibs who was 3 people over to Juice's left.
"Sweet girl!" Chibs yelled as she slung her arms around his neck and he spun her around a few times in an embrace. He set her down and put his hands on either side of her face. They were both beaming.
"Chibsy! You look good old man!" She patted him on the stomach and they laughed.
"So do you, sweetheart!" He planted a kiss on her forehead then let go of her face. She put her hand on the side of his face then turned towards where Juice was standing to make her way up the line of men. She walked past Happy and stopped right before she reached Tig, whose hands were still on his hips and his head was rigidly tilted slightly up.
"Jabes…" He said quietly. From Juice's perspective it looked like Tig was trying his hardest to avoid eye contact. A smile split Jabes's lips and she started moving again but while she passed Trager she used the back of her hand to pat him on the crotch. Tigger lurched forward slightly and made a grunting noise.
"Tig…" She said with the exact intonation he had used saying her name.
She started to pass by Juice and that was the first time Juice could get a look at her. She was young, in her late-20's, damn tall, pretty, and had a hell of a lot swagger. She had red/blonde hair and freckles all over her face and bare arms. Her cut was worn and on her right breast the patch "President" was sewn on and underneath that was "Lady Misery" and the number "1" in red thread. She wore a pair of tight bluejeans and a grey tanktop. There was a knife in a sheath on her right side and Juice could see the hint of a tattoo on the front of her hip where there was a gap between her jeans and her shirt.
As she passed him she looked him up and down and gave him a wicked smile. "Uh oh…" she said under her breath. He watched her as she passed by Phil got to Bobby, who gave her a long hug and called her "sweetheart".
While Jabes talked with Bobby for a few seconds, Juice glanced over at the rest of The Brawlers. There were 21 bikes in total and attached to each one was a tough looking woman. Every single one of them looked like they could kick your ass, even the shortest one who probably topped out at about 5'5. They leaned on their bikes, arms crossed or hands on their hips. Some had cigarettes, some had braids like Jabes, some had black eyes and gold teeth, but like SAMCRO, they were all watching when Jabes finally made her way to Jax.
The two presidents stood looking at each other for a few seconds and in a flurry of gleeful shouts and welcomes they hugged.
"Goddamn, girl. Look at you! All grown up and shit." Jax said after they let go of each other. He spun her around and looked her up and down. "It's been what? 8 years?" He said as he put his hand on her shoulder.
"8 years too long! Geez. Look at this place. It still looks the same!" She put her hands on her hips and smiled at him.
"Yeah, we're working on that." He laughed softly. "Why don't you come inside and see what else hasn't changed." He pulled her closer and put his arm around her shoulders.
"Okay. Hang on." She turned back to her crew. "Alright, ladies…play nice." She said in a joking manner. The girls that had been sitting pretty much silently got off of their bikes and also started walking to the clubhouse. The SAMCRO boys all hung back and watched the women walk past them. Many were pretty, a few drop dead gorgeous, none were the stereotypical overly butch biker bitch. They were all on another level of woman. Just from looking at them, it was obvious they were not going to be anything like crow-eaters and they were not looking to be anybody's old ladies.
"Hey, baby." A hot brunette Brawler with a ponytail and naked lady tattood on her upper arm said with a wink as she neared Juice. As she walked past him she turned around and walked backwards. "I'll see you later, huh?" She started laughing along with the blonde woman she had been walking with. The women put their arms around each other and sashayed off.
"Um…" Juice swallowed hard, not knowing what to do. Happy walked up to him.
"Don't worry, brother. You'll survive." He said in a serious tone. And then, along with SAMCRO, followed the girls into the clubhouse, leaving Juice in the lot wondering what the hell was happening.