The Lightning Strike

Juliette and Quinn, Happy, sons of anarchy. Mature language, violence and some sexual scenes, I will warn at the start of each chapter!

Son's of Anarchy characters belong to Kurt Sutter and Juliette and others are from my head. Set in Charming and Tacoma.

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Chapter 1.

Now…

"Babe... Wait it's not as it seems..." Slap, Quinn's head jerked back, as she recoils her hand. "Fuck you Rane… You didn't have to let that skank follow you back. We all know what happens on a run.. Am I not enough for you, you have to stick your cock in a skank.. then flaunt it in my face?"

Quinn grabbed her arm, his massive hand encasing her forearm, wrapping around the crow that he had marked her with not four weeks earlier. She loved the ink, his thumb skirted over the surface of the barely healed tattoo. The crow clutched an axe in its talons the name "Quinn" engraved on the blade. He had marked her as his "Old Lady", they had a relatively short ride together, a year to the day they married and he inked her, she loved him, but this was the last straw.

"Rane…" his touch sent her body on fire and he pulled her against his solid frame holding his wildcat in his muscled arms. Crushing her to his chest. He looked down at her and said in his low quiet voice. "For fuck's sake Babe listen to me.." Her mountain of a man, leaned down and brushed his goatee across her cheek. "I never fucked her, I never will fuck anyone other than you. That is Fawn, Tigs daughter. She rode back with me from Indian Hills"

The little skank waved from the doorway at her.

Juliette

A year previous.

It was a cool autumn day in London when Juliette Lowman had packed and headed out to Heathrow airport, not your standard English rose, more like a thorny bramble, she had never fitted in to her life and had always been with the "wrong'uns". Her plane touched down at Bakersfield her connecting flight from Seattle, it had been a long journey from England, arduous due to the circumstances, and mentally it had taken its toll on her. She walked through customs, had it been only a week ago she had learned of her half brother.

Her father, Gerry, had been secretive about his past, too secretive sometimes, she knew that he had been born in Tacoma but his roots were in Charming a small town in Redwood. He left and had come to England eighteen months before she was born. When he died peacefully in his sleep, she had found letters and a will, she had a half brother, and her father had corresponded with him a year previously it seemed.

In his closet a leather vest, emblazoned with patches, a Grim Reaper carrying a scythe, the words "Sons of Anarchy" and "California" on the front Redwood Original, Men of Mayhem and Unholy Ones. She had hit Google, her fingers blazing across the keyboards. She found little but came across Teller-Morrow garage, and various news snippets. Arrests, suspected murders, gun running, and the reach of SAMCRO even went deep into Belfast it seemed.

She pushed her long hair off her face as the heat of California hit her. She quickly stepped down from the ramp of the plane and went into the arrivals lounge. Why the hell was she here? To find this half brother. Her eyes scanned the baggage halls, she noticed some make eyes glancing her way, she had dressed in tight black jeans a white vest and a soft leather jacket, her feet she had slipped into heeled boots. They clicked on the floor as she snatched up her two carry-alls.

Flipping her shades over her almost black eyes eyes, she sashayed through customs, semi aware of the male eyes that appreciated her form. Out to the car rentals area. Picking up a snappy black convertible. She headed out following the gps to Charming, Redwood and her half brother.

With her dark hair dyed with stripes of fire engine red at the front, her olive skin and almost black eyes, she was striking to look at to striking, the guy at the gas station had almost drooled over her hand as she had handed him her card. The bus boy at the diner was over attentive, she knew her looks came from her enigmatic father Gerry Lowman.

Mile after mile she drove, rock song followed metal song. She sang along it relieved the boredom and tension she felt growing as each mile rolled past. Desert turned to fields turning to woods, she came along the Charming road, slowing she read the sign. "Welcome to Charming" her stomach turned over, here she was.

Charming.

Home of the Redwood Charter of Sons of Anarchy MC. Juliette cruised down Charming's main road, she past a few shops before she saw the first cut that matched the one in her hold all in the trunk of the car. She slowed down and watched a mountain of a man climb onto the bike, he turned and stared at her, his eyes narrowed as she cocked her head to one side and deliberately lowered her shades, licking her lips. He stared at her and his lip pulled the side of his moustache up, as he gunned the bike into life, he glanced at her and roared off, his hair fanning out behind him as he pulled away.

She followed at a distance, weaving in and out of the traffic. She followed right up until he went through the open double gates that read "Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair" and on the other side "Sons of Anarchy" she saw a line of bikes and her eyes scanned through them looking for mountain man. She pulled into the lot and as she got out, she was approached by a guy with a mass of curly back hair and startling blue eyes. His mechanics shirt said "Tig" on the breast and she lent against her car he spoke to her.

"Yo Angel can I help you.." Ahh the american drawl, she couldn't hear enough of it.
"There is a strange rattle.. " She replied. He cut her off.

"Yo' Sack, get this little lady's ride on the ramp. You're English? What you doing so far away from home Sweetheart?"

She watched as a blonde guy answering to 'Sack wander over and she handed him the keys. "Sweet ride ma'am." She lowered her shades and her black eyes looked at him and she winked "I know..." The kid blushed and dropped her keys. She turned her attention back to Tig. "I am on my way to a family reunion."
"Follow me Sweetheart you can wait here. Yo'Happy.." Tig waved to a shaven headed guy who was getting off his bike. "Clay n Jax are inside."

She stared at Happy, he lowered his shades. Black eyes met black eyes and in a moment she knew who he was, her brother. He was staring back at her with her own eyes.

The start of a long and I hope enjoyable ride. I will get chapter 2 up the next couple of days - Regards Lexi xxx