"Beck Teller get your butt out here!" Jax shouted into the clubhouse.
"I'm an adult Jax. You can say ass." Beck retorted from behind her brother. Jax whirled around, almost elbowing his sibling in the process. Luckily, she was used to such movements and stepped back in time. "What is it that you think I did?"
"I know you did it. You took my bike out." Jax said, closing the gap between himself and his sister, trying to make her feel smaller, another move she was familiar with. She stood as tall as possible, which was still a good six inches shorter than Jax, and looked him in the eye.
"You're the one who got rid of my bike. I gotta ride something." Her brother quirked his eyebrow, a smirk growing. Beck realized what she had said and sighed, shaking her head at her brother's immaturity. "You know what I mean Jaxass," she retorted, throwing in the nickname she had given him when she was 7. "I gotta ride a bike." Jax sighed. She was right, at least about riding. The girl always hated cages and had made that abundantly clear throughout her youth. She always whined any time she wasn't allowed to ride, especially when the others did. Being a girl and the youngest, meant she had to ride in the van most of the time because her family was, in her opinion, overprotective.
"We didn't get rid of your bike. We were hoping you'd come back. Expecting it actually." He gestured for her to follow as he made his way into the garage. He led the way to the back of the garage, weaving around the cars and piles of spare parts. Sure enough, her bike was there, a bit dusty, but other than that in perfect shape. She grinned and darted over to it, immediately maneuvering it out into the open space of the garage.
"Love you bro." She pecked him on the cheek as she rolled the bike into the sunlight. It was exactly as she had left it. All black, even the wheels, with the reaper's scythe on one side of the fuel tank and "SAMCRO" on the other. Tig had done the detailing and she was pretty proud of it.
"Where do you think you're going?" Jax asked, putting a hand on the bike's seat and gripping it tight, a small attempt at stopping her. Beck could have easily pulled away but she stopped and looked at him anyway.
"Out for a ride. Duh. It's been four years. I need to remember what it feels like. The wind in my hair, maybe not holding on, the sound of the engine."
"And I get that. But it has been four years. Which is why you are staying right here. Mom's already calling all the guys and I've called Ope and Juice. You remember Juice right. He got patched in you know."
Beck stopped and turned to face her brother., a smile growing. "He did? That's great. I told you he'd be good." Of course she remembered Juice. The two of them had been fast friends when he began as a prospect. They were the closest in age and had a shared interest in computers. She had wanted to wait until he patched in before leaving for college, but Clay had been the hold out on the vote, a vote he only cast in an attempt to keep his stepdaughter around longer. And the full ride to school was too good to turn down so she had left. Now, she had graduated and been offered a job by a rocket lab in Sacramento, which was only a short ride from Charming.
"Yeah. So come on. Let's go back inside. Play some pool. Bet I can still beat you." Beck rolled her eyes. Jax knew she could never turn down a challenge from him.
"Fine. Can we all go for a ride later then? Please?" Two could play at this game. She gave him her best puppy eyes and batted her eyelashes a bit for good measure. Jax laughed but nodded.
"Yes princess." He teased, tousling her short brown hair. Beck slapped his arm but smiled. She had missed her family.