A/N: I am reworking The World They Made, but I was listening to music at work and this story, well several really, but this one mostly came to me. So I started it. I'm recycling some of my characters from other stories and putting them in different situations. I am not as familiar with SOA as I am with other fandoms, so I apologize if my characters are too OOC for you. The story is very, very AU. I might bash those you don't want bashed. Fingers crossed. A few notes. My main females are a band, so I will be using a ton of lyrics in this story. In the story, the band will have written them, but at the end of each chapter I will put song title and artist for each song used.
1) Valeria sounds like Lizzy Hale
2) Samantha sounds like Pink
3) Toni sounds like Hailey Williams
4) Kes sounds like Taylor Momsen.
Disclaimer: I do not own, or make profit from The Son of Anarchy, nor do I own or make profit from any of the music used in the story.
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Clay brought the gavel down with a snap, bringing Church into session. "First order of business… We're going to be doing a little light, hopefully light, protection to help out the Houston Chapter for a few months." All of the boys looked curious at this. "They're having some issues… well, they aren't having issues, but some of their girls are having issues, which means they're having issues."
The men nodded along, but a few did wonder why Houston wasn't protecting their girls themselves.
"A few of these girls have been getting harassed, and I guess that means they're all getting harassed. Bruno, President of SOAHTC doesn't think it will follow them here, but just in case." Clay puffed on his cigar. Some of these boys weren't going to like his next words. "These girls aren't like the majority of ours. There are four of them, maybe five. Early to mid-twenties. Only one of them is an Old Lady. But the others are NOT Crow-eaters, or Sweetbutts. NO ONE is to touch without express permission." Clay rubbed his forehead waiting for someone to go off.
Tig thought about that, "So we can still hit on 'em?"
"Who's coming to us?" Jax asked, ignoring Tig.
Clay decided to just address Jax's question. "Juice," he motioned to the younger man." Bruno gave me some names, I had Juice do a background."
The first picture they looked at was of a Son. Tall, and heavily muscled, the man had long black hair and a trimmed mustache and goatee. In the picture he was smoking a cigarette.
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Happy and Kozik chuckled, and Happy spoke, "That's Sledge. Used to be up in Tacoma until about five years ago."
Clay nodded. "He and a Prospect will be coming with the girls. Prospect'll be driving. One of the girls is Sledge's Old Lady. I'm pretty sure we're only getting four girls. They're musicians, a band, and they're booked to play in a few of the summer music festivals. Bruno is hoping to use the time they're here to flush out their pest." The next picture came up of a slender, average height woman, pretty face, and vivid yellow-orange hair that hung just past her shoulders, and green eyes. "This is Sledge's Old Lady, Toni."
Juice elaborated, "Antoinette Marie Levy, she took Sledge's name. They got married about six months ago." Juice started reading, "They do all have a rapsheet."
"Do tell," Bobby asked.
"Toni has public intoxication, assault, vandalism, minor in possession of alcohol, car boosting."
Clay motioned and Juice pulled up the next picture. This girl was shorter than Toni by maybe an inch or so, her hair was cut short, into a faux-hawk. The top was dyed a light pink, and slowly faded into white. She had a tight little body, and it was easy to see she spent some time in the gym, but she was not overly muscled. Another pretty face, icy blue eyes stared at whoever was taking the picture. "Kes Montgomery," Clay murmured.
"Kes's criminal history is the same as Toni's with one more assault."
Clay looked at Juice and he once again brought up a new photo. She was taller than the other two, and she was African-American. She was stunning. Her long, dark brown hair was loose curls hanging to her lower back. The girl was a creamy mocha color and even in the photo, her dark eyes sparkled. "Samantha Miles," Juice stated.
"Third verse is the same as the last two really. Public intoxication, assault, minor in possession, car boosting, evading police, assault, vandalism, public indecency, resisting arrest and carrying a concealed weapon."
The last woman was tall, like Samantha, but there the similarities ended. The woman had tanned skin, and her hair was silvery blonde, hanging to her bottom in a straight, thick fall, and her bangs were cut bluntly at her eyebrows. Full lips were turned up into a mischievous smile in the picture. This one wasn't as slender as the other three, but her curves were luscious. "Valeria Winters," Clay finally said. "She and Sam are the two that the harassment started with."
Juice spoke, "She and Sam match up for rapsheets. Looks like the four, and another girl, a Michelle O'Halarin were involved in stealing the same car. All five were arrested for the same spot of vandalism. Sam and Val were arrested stripping down to swim in a fountain, while drunk, and the last assault and carrying were when she and Sam beat the shit out of Sam's then boyfriend and the girl they caught him with." Juice pulled up a two pictures side by side. The woman was beat to shit, and the man had needed stitches across his cheek. "He got some hits on them too. Sam took him out with a lamp to the face. They were carrying butterfly knives."
All the men were quiet as they looked at the pictures of not only their old friend, but of four very beautiful and obviously dangerous young women.
"That is so not fair, man," Tig whined.
Clay chuckled, "Bruno said they're interesting girls."
"When do they arrive?" Opie asked. "Donna would probably like to meet them." His wife struggled with the club. She loved the members, but she felt awkward with Gemma, probably because of her horrible relationship with her own mother, and the only other younger women were Crow-eaters and Sweetbutts.
"Tomorrow," Clay responded. "This one should be an easy one, hopefully."
Both Clay and Jax hid their smiles at the disappointed looks on Happy and Tig's faces. The boys did like a bit of violence.
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Gemma frowned. Guests coming, Doctor Bitch back in town, and Abel fighting for his little life. She could have really done without Doctor Bitch and the guests. She just didn't want to deal with a bunch of helpless twits, and unfortunately, that's what most of these girls that involved themselves in the Club were. Bruno had told Clay these girls were different, but she just knew that when they saw her boys they would become bitches in heat.
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Val was sprawled across one of the couches in the bus. She was so bored. She thought Kes was sleeping, Sam was working on a guitar riff, and she had a feeling that somewhere, Sledge and Toni were enjoying some 'personal' time…. Immensely. Val smiled. Sledge was the best thing to happen to Toni.
It had felt wrong leaving Mouse, aka Michelle O'Hallarin, at home. The five girls had ended up in the foster system in Houston at a very young age, and it hadn't taken long for them to feel jaded. Maybe they hadn't known the word at the time, but jaded and cynical came quickly. Then, when they were eight years old, Vivian Dalton had taken all five girls into her home to foster. Vivian was the mother of the President of the Sons in Houston. Vivian had changed their worlds. She and her son had given the girls even more family with the SOAHTC. They'd grown up daughters of the MC, and they'd felt lost when Vivian passed away three months before. Then, two months ago the strange letters started arriving, and now they were on this big damn adventure.
Sam and Kes came over to join her, and Sam smacked her legs to get them off the couch so she could sit down. "I'm nervous," she muttered.
"Why?" Kes asked.
"What if they're prejudiced?" Sam's eyes were filled with worry.
Val wasn't looking forward to staying with another Club, well same Club, different people, she shook those thoughts off knowing she wasn't making sense in her head. Kes shook her head, and wrinkled her nose, "It's just another bunch of guys, and the Clubhouse probably smells a lot like home, with the same stank."
"First, I don't think Bruno would send us anywhere where people would give you issues. Second, if they do, I'll fuck them up, along with the rest of our posse here, and then we'll leave." Val assured her friend.
"On the other hand," Kes grinned at her sisters, "Maybe we'll meet some nummies."
Both Sam and Val smiled. "A summer distraction wouldn't be so bad."
"What if one of us fell in love?" Sam now worried on that.
"Won't happen to me," Val stated abruptly. "And if it did, for me it wouldn't. My forever will not be with a biker."
The others dropped the subject, knowing it was a touchy subject. "I did happen to procure a map of Charming," Kes said with a grin. "Adventure awaits!"
The other two girls gave her a grin.
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It was around eleven the next day when the bus drove past the Welcome to Charming sign. Sledge was on his bike, Toni holding on as he sped ahead.
As soon as the man and woman on the bike swept into the Teller-Morrow parking lot followed by the bus, the members all headed out of the garages, and Gemma headed out of the office. Time for Old Lady duty.
Sledge slid off the bike, and helped Toni dismount, before pulling her in for a kiss before turning to the Sons. He strode over to Jax, and shook his hand before giving him a back slapping hug. "Jax, great to see you, man! Toni, this is Jax Teller, VP of this chapter. Jax this is my Old Lady, Antoinette."
"Call me Toni," she smiled at the good looking blonde man. She held out her hand to shake his. "Redwood Original, we've all heard a lot about yall." Toni had dressed comfortably since she knew she'd be on the bike that day. She was wearing tight, skinny pants, a SOAHTC hoodie, and black combat boots. Her vibrant hair was pulled back into a short pony, and her green eyes were shining.
Everyone's attention turned to the bus as the doors swung open. A skinny man with a pock-marked face joined them. This was the prospect; Angelo. Kes was the first girl off the bus and was dressed in a white wife-beater, cut off denim shorts and flip flops. As she hopped off the last step, Sam exited the bus. She was wearing a peach colored, fitted tank top, and a broom skirt made up of peaches, teals and creams. Flat brown sandals adorned her feet. Val stepped off the bus, into the sunlight, and was glad she had on her sunglasses. Val was wearing ripped jeans, a metal band's shirt with the arms cut off, and a tight, black tank under that, and black Harley boots. She was already pulling out a smoke as she and the others made their way over to the group. As they got closer it was easy to see all four girls had ink; ink and body modification.
Sledge who had been talking to Clay and Happy, stopped and motioned the women over. "And these are Toni's sisters, my sisters. Kes, Sam and Val."
Sam smiled at first Clay, and then Gemma, "We really appreciate yall having us."
"We don't wanna be no trouble," Kes spoke, her blue eyes serious.
"If there is anything you need help with while we're here, please let us know," Val's voice was husky. "We clean, run errands, cook…. Well, Sam doesn't cook, in fact it would be safer for everyone if Sam didn't even look at the food being prepared." A wide grin spread over the blonde's face, as she smoothly ducked out of the way of her friend trying to smack her.
Then Sam shrugged, "It's true," she said brightly, "but why do I need to cook when I have you and Kes?"
"I appreciate the offer," Gemma told them. She was feeling better about this whole thing. "I'll let you know. We should show you where you're staying in the Clubhouse."
The girl's looked at each other quickly, hoping no one noticed the glance. "OH! I was just thinking I'd stay on the tour bus," Val offered a smile, her thumb pointing back at the bus. "That way we're taking up less of your space."
"That's a good idea, Val! I could stay out there with you!" Sam offered.
Sledge almost got whiplash as his head spun to look at the two girls. "Like Hell you are!"
Sam tried blinking innocently, out of all of them she was the best at it. "No one will be alone, and who would possibly mess with us here?" She gestured around the lot.
Gemma watched and listened with a smirk as Kes leaned into Val, "Told ya he would go bat shit. You owe me five bucks." She murmured to the taller woman, before clearing her throat. "I could stay out here too. Safety in numbers."
Sledge was glaring at them as the light bulb went off in his brain. "You guys want to stay out here so you can sneak off on one of your little adventures." He looked as his wife. "And I damn well know that if they're going, you would somehow find a way to join them."
Toni blushed, he knew her well, but she chose to keep quiet. Growing up the group of girls' mantra had been, 'Admit to nothing. Avoid.'
Sledge just shook his head. "No. No to ALL of you," he threw a perturbed look at his woman as he emphasized the word 'All'. "We're here right now to keep you all safe."
"I made a promise to Bruno to keep you as safe as possible," Clay broke in. "Everyone will be sleeping inside. Juice, show them where they'll be staying."
The four girls, pouting, followed after the Puerto Rican.
Jax was laughing outright, while everyone else was smirking for the most part. "You only got one Old Lady, but your hands are full."
Sledge rubbed his forehead and sighed, "Dude, you have no idea. Those girls are trouble, in big, bold capital letters. If you ever see two or more of them whispering somewhere it means they're plotting some type of mischief. And even if it's only two talking, all four will be in on it. And until they get married, or in a committed relationship, they're mine to protect."
"Not Bruno?" Clay asked.
Sledge shrugged. "He takes care of them. Loves them like sisters, but they're Toni's family, which means they're my family. If you get one, you sort of get to take care of them all. It's not like most other girls. But I wouldn't change it."
The Sons, Gemma and Sledge, headed into the Clubhouse. Jax couldn't help but laugh again as he thought of the face Sledge had made when he realized those chicks were trying to pull a fast one on him.
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It had been three days since the women and Sledge had arrived. It was Friday which meant party night. So far they'd been behaving themselves. At least the men thought they were behaving themselves. They'd been a tremendous help to Gemma; cooking, cleaning, and helping her in the office. Every morning the four got up, went running, and then came back to Gemma. Jax was surprised to see his mother so fond of the four girls. Donna had even been spending time there with them, and it seemed like the ice was thawing between her and his Ma.
None of the Sons had really had opportunity to spend time with the ladies, and it had been quiet around the lot. Jax had been spending a lot of time at the hospital with Abel…. And trying to avoid Tara. Which wasn't that easy. He was just too damned tired to deal with her. With Wendy dyin' when she OD'd, and Abel being so sick with a low chance of survival… yeah, he was tired. Still he should at least check in with his Ma.
He had to turn in some paperwork on a Mirage, so he figured it would be a good time to talk to Gemma. When he entered there was laughter but not at him. In fact they hadn't even noticed he was there yet, so he leaned in the doorway. It seemed like they were playing a game, and even his mother and Donna were playing. It was sort of nice seeing Donna relax with the club, and seeing his Ma actually bonding with women other than LuAnn.
"Alright, Ladies… our next gentleman is Daniel Radcliffe…" Toni announced.
"Who the fuck is that?" Gemma broke in with a frown.
Sam started waving her fingers in the air, and then said, in a bad English accent, "Harry Potter."
"I read all of those books with the kids," Donna added.
Toni nodded, "Yeah Harry Potter, but older now."
Val must have pulled up a picture on her phone, and she was showing his Ma, whose nose was wrinkling like she smelled something bad. "Seriously?"
Again, Toni, nodded," Yuppers. So, Harry Potter, Sick, Lick, or Dick?"
Jax almost choked on saliva as she spoke the words. What kind of fucked up game were they playing in here? With his MOTHER? It didn't take him long to figure out what the magic words applied to.
Val sneered, "Sick."
"Sick," his Ma agreed with the blonde and they shared a snicker.
Sam chimed in, "Sick."
"Definitely, Sick," Donna agreed.
Kes shrugged, "I don't know I might let him have a Lick." This made Toni snort. "My turn," Kes sang out, "Val's gonna get some hot flashes… Liam Neeson."
"Lick," Sam went with, seeming a little unsure.
Toni shook her head, "Sick."
"I guess I'd go with Lick," Donna chimed in giggling,
"Dick," Gemma grinned.
"DICK!" Val was enthusiastic. "Total Dick, for days and days Dick." All the ladies, even Gemma laughed.
Jax was speechless. Sledge was right, these girls were trouble.
"Even though he's so much older than you, Honey?" Gemma asked.
"From what I understand, Mr. Neeson is HUGELY talented, and uses that TALENT to the very best of his abilities." She kept pulling her hands farther and farther apart as if measuring something. "And age can only be a good thing, I mean, right… knowing how to use his assets…?
Kes couldn't stop laughing.
Sam grinned, "Time for a classic, Matthew McConnaughy."
"hmmmm, Lick," Gemma declared.
Jax was starting to think he should have left a long time ago.
"Lick," Kes agreed.
"Dick," Donna nodded.
"Dick," Toni chirped.
"Sick," Val barely spoke before the other girls were gasping in shock.
"Seriously?" Sam asked.
"He's pretty," Val explained. "Pretty boys are arrogant, conceited, and too damned worried about their own pleasure than yours. He wouldn't even be able to go down because he'd be too busy talking about how hot he was."
"You don't date much do you, Honey?" Gemma asked containing a snort of amusement.
Sam winced. "Val had a bad breakup a few months ago. He was pretty," Sam's whisper was not quiet.
"Gemma, I don't date AT ALL." Val stated, then she smiled. "My turn. James Hetfield."
And Jax found himself hurrying away as six female voices all shouted, "Dick!"
Jax walked over to Sledge, not even knowing if he should say anything about what he'd just witnessed.
"What's up, brother?" Sledge asked. He was working on his bike.
"Those girls…"
Sledge looked at Jax's face and began laughing. "They were playing one of their games weren't they? Their favorites are there's Your Boyfriend or SLD. They were playing Sick, Lick, Dick, weren't they?" Now he recognized the face of a man who had just realized that all was not what he thought. "I told you they were something else."
"They were playing with my MOTHER."
That made Sledge laugh even harder.
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