Hello to you all! After watching Sons of Anarchy, I couldn't help but feel that my creativity was tingled and just had to do something with it. I hope you all like the story I'm going to write down for y'all. It's gonna be a Chibs/OC story in the end.
I don't own anything, just Anne Miller, my OC for this story, from which POV this story is written. Enjoy! And let me know what you think!
Tumbling down the hill that led down the highway, she could feel the small stones and sharp grasses scratch against her skin, no doubt leaving marks. With a hitch in her breath, the girl had to pick herself up and keep on running. Getting caught wasn't the best idea and the sounds of hounds were getting closer. A sudden bright light blinded her for a moment as it stared her down in the face, her eyes big and full of panic.
"She's here! After her!" a Hispanic voice behind the flashlight shouted.
Scrambling to her feet, she quickly scanned her options: down the highway, where she'd be easily caught...or over the fence of the highway, to the other side where she had no idea what to expect. There wasn't a lot time to think though, as she heard a low rumble of vehicles approaching and the hounds closing in on her. With more energy than she thought she'd had, she sprinted over the empty highway, as fast as she could, before she climbed over the railing that was put there as some sort of lame protection. Inhaling sharply, she clamped onto that railing, as she caught sight of the steep abyss beneath her. She was higher than she'd expected… The slow yet calming sounds of water told her that the river was close.
"We're closing in on her!" the man with the flashlight yelled, almost triumphantly.
Gulping deeply, Anne Miller, looked down once again. It was either be caught or press on, no matter what would happen. Taking a deep breath, she quickly patted the wrapped envelopes under her jacket, making sure it was still there before she dropped herself on the gravel and released her hand from the rail, sliding down the steep dry abyss to the riverside below. Gravel, ground, small stones...they all pinched and pierced through her jeans as she sunk lower and lower. A deep rumble made her look up and catch sight of a gray van racing down the highway, that lazy made its way down to the riverside like a large snake. This was bad… if they were down at the river before her, it was all for naught, and she didn't feel like dying yet. Throwing all cautiousness out the window, she turned on her way down and let gravity do the rest: tumbling and rolling, picking up pace with every turn she made. The air was pressed from her lungs as up became down, left became right and she was certain she would have a concussion from all of this.
With a sudden halt, her tumbling ways ended on a stony shore before the river. In panic she pushed herself up, swaying from the disorientation and padding down her jacket again, searching for the wrapped envelope under her jacket. Luckily she wasn't a complete idiot and she had made sure to protect her paper cargo. Her toes became wet as she ran her way into the cold river. Better to be cold than dead…
The gray van stopped with screeching brakes as men came pouring out from it, shouting and with the metallic sound of cocking their guns. Anne gave a wry smile. By now she'd ventured far enough into the water that she was positive they wouldn't follow. The current tugged at her legs as she pushed on and on. She didn't know if she'd have the strength to brave the current to make it across, but she supposed there was only one way to find out. Releasing her feet from the sandy ground beneath her, she started to move her arms, gaze focused on the other side, trying to block out the sound of guns behind her. The cold sweet water washed against her skin, giving her goosebumps, before the whistling sound of bullets started to hit her ears. The projectiles ended up in the small waves of the river, muting their warning sounds. And Anne kept swimming. As long as she didn't think about it, didn't focus on it… She was gonna make it-
"SHIT!" she shouted with a scream that ended up muted by the river pulling her under. Blood poured from her shoulder that suddenly felt like it was on fire. With one hand she tried to touch the wound, before the current swept her away and all became dark.
A faint feeling took master of her, like someone was shaking her. Her shoulder hurt terribly and her memory was hazy. She felt like she'd been put under for longer than she should've been. Like a long night sleep after drinking a too much of strong beers.
"Wake up, girl." someone told her.
Pushing herself to open up her eyes, she had to squint against the burning sun. It was far too bright for her to take in. At her movement to hold up her head and trying to sit up, she was being pushed down again. Gently, yet with a strong message.
"Take it easy, darlin'. You just washed ashore and you're bleeding." the same voice told her.
Turning her head to the voice, she was greeted by a face with blue eyes and blonde locks adorning his face. Not a face she knew, and not the face that was looking for her.
Last night's memory passed her by fairly quickly and her breath stuck in her throat. She'd robbed some notorious motorcycle gang and it didn't went exactly well. In panic reaction she patted herself down the jacket, trying to see if her treasure was still there. Relieved the end of her fingers closed themselves over the edges of the envelope, she finally looked to her surroundings. Stony shore, dusty highways, it was like she was standing at the same place as yesterday… though there were some trees here.
"Where are we? You a cop?" she asked at the young man that had woken her before she winced in pain and grabbed at her shoulder, "Jesus!"
"Do I look like a cop to you, darlin'? Let's get you to a hospital, you need some medical attention." the blonde man said as she gestured to someone in the far back.
"No! I'm fine! I'm good!" she said hastily as she grabbed the man's arm and pulled herself up, with gritted teeth, "I can't go to a hospital. I'm a dead woman if you take me there, trust me."
"What's going on, Jackie boy?" the second man said, his voice a lot more gruff than the younger one's. There was an interesting accent sticking to it too. Anne looked up, her eyes squinting again because of the sun. Dark hair, dark sunglasses and scars on the sides of his mouth. She was sure there was an intriguing story behind those… Not that she was inclined to stick around to hear it.
"She's bleeding, doesn't want to go to a hospital." the one called 'Jackie boy' answered as he steadied Anne.
"Afraid she got no choice, brother… Got shot in the shoulder." the older one said as he walked around Anne, "What happened, lass?"
"None of your business." Anne said as she gritted her teeth again and leered at the men. She needed to finish this job, get paid and get out of this place.
Only now did she realize the kuttes on their backs, dark leather with white labels and a reaper on the back. A striking resemblance with the gang she'd robbed last night, though she didn't really remember their patch. It had been dark… Shit, was that the same gang?!
"Those kuttes… You with the Mayans?!" she asked as she backed away from the two, despite the pain in her shoulder, though never losing sight of them.
That surely caught their attention, looking at each other before turning their attention back to her again.
"You know the Mayans?" the blonde one asked as he stood up.
"Not really. But I'd rather not have a run in with them." Anne retorted as she kept clutching the package under her jacket.
"What you got there, lass?" the older one with scars asked her as he approached her.
"None of your business." she answered him again as she watched his every step with narrowed eyes, not sure what he was going to do. That made the older one grin a little, his scars twitching a little.
"Oh, she's feisty alright." he added.
The pain in her shoulder started to wear her down, make her energy drop. With half lidded eyes she looked at them in suspicion, wondering if it was safer to go back into the water behind her to die.
"Oh, she's gonna faint Jackie boy." the one with scars said suddenly as her head started spinning. Up went down again and the smooth stones of the shore touched her face again, though she wasn't awake to register it.
The soft beeping sound of a machine woke her from her dreamless slumber. Her head felt heavy but the pain from her shoulder had disappeared. Fluttering her eyes open, she took in the cold white room around her.
"Shit." she mumbled as she quickly looked at the garment the hospital had put on her. Where was her cargo?!
Pulling out the small tubes that had been carefully placed in her hand, she swung her legs over the bed and dropped herself on the cold ground, walking around the room and opening random cabinets. Passing a mirror above the sink of the bathroom, she stopped in her tracks and looked at her reflection. Green panicked eyes stared back at her, her dirty blonde hair half plastered to her face, half disheveled.
She was suddenly awoken by the door of her room opening. Yanking down the rail of the shower curtain, that was surprisingly loose for a hospital, she stepped outside the bathroom holding it like a baseball bat. Face scrounged up in a frown, she nearly growled at the ones stepping into the room: the young blonde man from before, a man that looked like a gorilla and the scarred man.
"You brought me to a hospital!? I told you, I didn't want it!" she said, with no intention to let down the shower curtain, "Where are my clothes!?"
"Whoa, darlin'. Why don't you put that down first huh? We're here to talk. I'm Jax Teller. This is Clay Morrow and that's Chibs. " the blonde man said, nodding to each man respectively. Anne looked at all three of them, trying to ignore the grins on all three faces. It must've been something to watch: a young woman threatening three gang members with nothing but her scrubs and a curtain rail.
"I don't give a rat's ass. Where are my clothes, Jax Teller?" she said, mimicking his name sarcastically, not putting down the curtain rail.
"As much I have to say you look better without them, luv, I daresay it ain't about the clothes, is it?" the scarred man, Chibs, told her.
The huge gorilla-like man, Clay Morrow, held something up for her. Her wrapped package.
"We could nick it before the police took away your clothes for inspection and research. You're welcome. I'm sure they want to talk to you, but before they do, I'm gonna ask some question's first. So sit down." Clay said as he took a step forward and wrenched the curtain rail from her hands.
With a sour expression, Anne sat herself down on her bed, trying to look as comfortable as she could get with them in the room. She couldn't help but switch her gaze to each and every one of them, before she sighed.
"What is this?" Clay said as he tossed the wrapped package on her sheets.
Anne gazed at the package for a moment, noting the ripping in the wrapping. She took a deep breath before she looked at Clay again, a dead look in her eyes.
"You opened it, so you already know. They were passports and other important documents, plus some cash, I'd say 2k." she stated as she opened the package and rummaged through it, checking if everything was still there.
"We took nothing, luv. Have a lil' faith, will ya?" Chibs said as he leaned against the doorpost.
She gave him just as a dead look as she did with Clay, before putting down the package again. Noting the name of the kuttes they wore, it relieved her to see they weren't part of the Mayan's. At least that was a reassurance that helped a bit. Though she'd never heard of 'Sons of Anarchy' before...
"I take it these are Mayan property then?" Jax asked her as he gestured to the package on her lap, "Hence your question this morning when we found you."
"They are. I stole the contents of their small vault." she said, "I was in the middle of my escape when I was shot in the river. You guys must've found me farther down, in the morning."
"Aye, we did." Chibs said.
"Why you stole from them, girl? Got a feud with the Mayans? Such a small girl as you? No wonder you almost got caught." Clay asked her, obviously not thinking high of her.
"No, it's my job." she said, giving him an angry look.
"Ah. Well, you're shit at your job then." Clay said as he stood from the chair he'd occupied, "You're lucky my boys found you, else you'd die at that place or became Mayan prey. The former would be better than the latter I guess."
Anne didn't even know how to respond at that. She just glared at him as he made a turn and rested his hands at her bed end.
"What you gonna do with it?" Clay asked as he gestured to the package.
"None of your business." she stated as she crossed her arms.
"Told you, feisty." Chibs said to Clay with a grin.
"Yeah, I got that. Well kid, we just dropped by to figure out what happened and hand that back to you again. Don't let me see your face ever again." Clay said with a deep sigh before he turned on his heel and yanked open the door.
Jax sighed and pushed himself from his chair, strolling out the door. Chibs just gave her a grinning nod before closing the door behind him, leaving her alone with herself.
Not for long though… Soon the police came in. She hung up some sad story about being assaulted in the middle of the night, with no sight of her attackers. Lost bullet, etc. With her cargo being taken by Clay and co. before the police took her clothes, it saved a lot of trouble… It reminded her that she hadn't thanked them yet. Not for saving her and not for saving her cargo. In her mind it scribbled itself on her to-do list, after she'd send away the package for her employer.
"Well, miss, I guess that's all then. Here are your clothes back and eh… we hope you'll be okay." the officer told her as he gave her a nod and a sigh, before leaving.
Breathing in the free air again, Anne had to admit she felt better than ever. Her clothes were dirty and her shoulder still hurt in a whiny way, but she was alive and she had completed her task. After making a stop at the post office to make sure her package would be send to her employer, she asked the directions to the nearest place to hire a car. No way that she was walking out of this place or using public transport. Not with the Mayan's still out there looking for her.
"Teller-Morrow?" Anne said as she flipped over the card that the lady at the post office had given her, after admitting that she herself had no idea, but they might, "Go figure."
With a deep sigh, she started to make her way down the street, towards the garage. At least this way she was able to thank the guys that saved her twice today… unless half the town shared the same name.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. If you have any ideas, comments, or whatever, feel free to hit up the 'review' button or pm me!