Thanks to everyone checking out my story. I have been working on this story for about a year now and I just feel like it's ready to be released. Please bear with me as this is this my first time publishing on FF. Also, I know the first chapter is a little dry, but it does get much better, I promise.
All characters and locations you recognize are property of Kurt Sutter. Anything you don't recognize is mine. Enjoy!
I walked into the hospital lounge, with my locker as my destination. I was tired. I was grumpy. I was hungry. I was angry. Any emotion that one could feel along those lines, well, I was feeling it. I had, had a long night. I spent the night baby-sitting Wendy, my brother's drug addict soon to be ex-wife, which technically means she's my sister in law but I like to over look that little fact. The woman was pregnant with my little nephew, which I was so excited for, but she was not afraid to shoot up every chance she got. I've caught her more than once high out of her mind. She needed constant supervision. And since Jax, my brother, was busy with his club business and couldn't be watching her 24/7, that job fell to me.
But I couldn't be with her all the time. I worked as a nurse at Saint Thomas Hospital. I spent a lot of time there and when I wasn't there, I was at the garage, helping my mother in the office. But ever since Jax and my mother had asked, or more like told, me to watch Wendy whenever I wasn't at the hospital, my duties at Teller - Morrow had been suspended. So for the past two weeks, until my nephew was born, I was spending my nights babysitting a junkie.
Jackson "Jax" Teller is my older brother. He is the Vice President of the Charming charter of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle club, also known as, SAMCRO (Sons of Anarchy, Redwood Originals). He was my blonde haired, blue eyed big brother. Many siblings have gone through periods where they hated each other but Jax and I had never gone through that. We had always gotten along and just grew closer as we grew older.
The President of that club is my step - father, Clarence "Clay" Morrow. His wife, mine and Jax's mother, is Gemma Teller - Morrow. She's the matriarch of the club. My father, John Teller, was killed in a car accident. Well, he was hit by a semi - truck and died in the hospital two days later. I was 11 years old. I also had a younger brother, Tommy, who passed away from a genetic heart defect at the age of 6 years old. Both Jax and I have the same thing (the family flaw our mother calls it) but we were strong enough to survive. Tommy wasn't. That sums up my family, well my immediate family. My club family is another story.
"How are you feeling?" asked Nina. She was a co - worker of mine and a dear friend. Nina was a year older than me and showed me the ropes when I started working at Saint Thomas. She was the only person in the world who was not club affiliate and knew so much about me. She had to be one of my best friends and I talked to her about everything. She knew better than I knew myself and was definitely on the pro - SAMCRO side of the town.
She looked concerned as she took me in. I knew I more than likely looked like I had been run over by an 18 wheeler, but I couldn't care less at this point. I just needed to get through this shift so I could go home and resume my baby - sitting duties. I was almost tempted to take some sedatives home and knock her out so I could get some rest. If only she wasn't pregnant.
"Tired. Exhausted. Pissed off and everything else in between," I said without even thinking about it. I threw my purse in my locker and began to exchange my converse for the snow white nurse shoes I kept in my locker.
"How was she?" Nina asked as I sat down at the chair closest to my locker. I sighed.
"Oh you know, the same as every other freaking night. I got home, spent a delightful evening cooking her dinner, listening to her bitch about every damn thing, watched her like a hawk, wrestled her away from her secret stash which was, last night, in the toilet tank, handcuffed her to the bed, and proceeded to remove every door to every room in the house," I told Nina, closing my locker. Together, we walked slowly to the nurses desk, to find out which stations we would be working at today. I prayed that I was working something that didn't require too much brain power. The little I had was working in over drive trying to keep me awake.
"What?" Nina asked with a laugh. I glanced over at the board and noticed Nina and mine's name beside the minors slot. Perfect. Minors was pretty boring stuff but perfect for me at the moment. It was things like stitches, casts for broken bones, colds, flu, little things like that. Didn't need much brain power for that.
"Yep. I got so sick and tired of her sneaking away to different rooms and closing and locking the doors. I took them all off and placed them in the backyard. Should have seen Jax's neighbor's face. I'm pretty sure she thinks I'm mental," I told Nina grabbing a stack of three clipboards, handing them to Nina and grabbing three for myself.
"What about your brother?" she asked me, still laughing.
"Oh, he came home, threw out a few cuss words, asked me if I was still in my right mind. I responded with an ever so graceful 'I would be if I was getting an adequate amount of sleep like a normal human being'. Tig, who had apparently 'had' to come home with Jax to escort me to my place, was almost rolling on the floor laughing. Jax started laughing, until he found Wendy, sleeping and handcuffed to the bed," I told her.
"You left her there?" Nina asked, starting a whole new round of chuckles.
"Damn right I did. I was exhausted. I needed sleep. I didn't want to fall asleep on the couch, wake up and find her passed out, high somewhere in the house. Needless to say, Jax was not too impressed with that," I said. We began slowly walking around the desk and to our respective rooms. In the hospital, there were five exam rooms and each could hold three patients. I was headed to exam room one while Nina was going to exam room two.
"I bet," Nina said, still laughing.
"Yeah. I kind of got in his face after he was done yelling at me about how I was heartless person, that I couldn't just go around handcuffing people to beds like that, how something could have happened and she wouldn't have been able to get help. I told him that maybe I'd be thinking a bit more clearly if I didn't have to play Super Nanny every damn night until he could be bothered to roll on home to take care of his responsibilities," I said. Nina stopped laughing. Having met, my brother and knowing how the whole club thing works, she knew that what I had said was a serious violation of the unwritten rules.
"Okay, I am almost scared to ask but what did Jax say and or do then?" she asked, stopping in front of exam room one.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully.
"You don't know?" she asked me, her eyebrows raising.
"Nope. Once those words were said, Tig took my arm, practically shoved me out the door, told my brother he would see him tomorrow, to get some rest then shoved me into my car and told me to drive home," I said.
"Which then you guys decided to play some x-rated games," Nina said, rolling her eyes.
"Well no. He tried. He tried hard but I was just too damn tired. But he did end up spending the night, which I was a little shocked at. Usually, he leaves in the middle of the night, heads back to his place or the club," I told Nina. She knew all about how Tig, one of the club members, and I were having a sort of friends with benefits relationship.
"That's interesting. So are you 'seeing' him tonight?" Nina asked, opening the door to her exam room.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I asked her, winking as I walked into my room to get started.