This is my first SoA story and I hope you all like. Tara never came back to Charming and this is set after Season 2. I don't own anyone from Sons of Anarchy and they are owned by FX and the writers. But man, but a wonder world it would be if I did. Also, I see Pandora as Evangeline Lilly, just in case you guys wanted a visual too. I'm pretty much addicted to Polyvore, so I'm going to make the outfits she wears and post them in profile, tagging which chapter and when. Enough talking! Onto the story!
The sun blared down against the black pavement of the long stretch of road, reflecting it's bright light to cause the air to wave above the cement top as Pandora made her way through Arizona, her destination California. California wasn't exactly her home state, but it was a home none the less. If she actually sat and thought about how long it had been since she stepped a foot in the beautiful state, she wasn't sure if she would be ashamed of herself or sad. The Lynch's were originally from Louisiana; those good, southern people who always smiled and had Sunday dinner for the entire neighborhood, or at least those who decided to show up. The family wasn't a bad one, quite the opposite actually. Though, there were some in the area who didn't exactly agree with the things that they did and the lives they each decided to lead, but it wasn't their business really. Marcus and Birdie Lynch owned their own restaurant which made quite the name for itself in the southern state. Pandora went to school like everyone had to and was actually quite popular even though her father was president of the local motorcycle club. That was really what made most people look down on the family and call them white trash. The names never bothered the family or those that were apart of the club; they were opinons and everyone knew opinons were like assholes: Everyone had one and they were mostly dirty.
Pandora never let it stop her. The club was like a second family to her and even though there seemed to be more women around who flaunted themselves like prized cattle, she still hung around. No one ever saw her like a piece of meat, which she was actually glad for. Of course, there were some who decided that she was and tried to get with her. Those that were brave enough to try quickly found that it wouldn't work. She wasn't the piece of meat that most of the women prided themselves on and she wanted to be seen as more than that. Soon those in the club did start to see Pandora as more than just an attractive woman, which made her mother proud. The older woman understood what it was like to be looked at that way and how good it felt to prove those assholes wrong in their assumptions. After graduating high school, the family and those in the club who wanted to follow picked up their belongings and moved to Lodi, California, looking to become brothers with other motorcycle clubs in the area.
The Lynch's daughter didn't stay long and moved back to Louisiana, making her way to New Orleans to go to college. While there, she made friends with the owner of a very popular local nightclub and started working there for extra cash. It wasn't exactly her ideal job, but it paid the rent. Pandora was one of his dancers. There were many times where the woman had to correct people in their assuming that it was a sort of strip club deal. It was a prestigious club that many enjoyed. It was like a big family where everyone watched out for each other. Those in the club that were dancers made pretty good money, which allowed for the woman to live a comfortable lifestyle for years. It wasn't until the death of her mother that she even decided to go back to Cali. It was sudden, a heart attack that no one ever saw coming. But that's how it was, those types of things. Her father had the club, but at that moment he needed more than that; he needed Pandora. It hadn't fully hit her yet that Birdie was gone. The last time that she had seen her mother and the guys was when they had to make a special trip down to La to take care of some business that their daughter had wound up in. For a moment Pandora was pulled from her thoughts, bringing a hand to rub the back of her neck to try and relieve the tense muscles from hours of driving. Dainty fingers came into contact with rough scars and she sighed, shaking her head faintly. Reminders of how messed up she allowed for her life to get.
As if the simple thought of how her life had turned out and how she was trying to forget things and turn it around, her car began to smoke under the hood and the woman quickly pulled over to the side and turned it off, muttering a string of curse words under her breath as the brunette stepped out of the car and tore her jacket off, throwing it in the drivers seat.
"Bullshit, as if I need this." Glancing around there didn't appear to be anymore cars for miles and she angrily kicked her tire before popping open the hood. The only thing that Pandora assumed it would be was the water level was low. Her car was her life and she had been keeping up with it all. But as she leaned her hip against the side of the car, she couldn't remember when the last time was she put water in the tank. She reached into the pocket of her vest and fished out her cigarettes and lighter, plucking one from the flask like holder and then lit it, allowing for the nicotine to calm her nerves. Her father had taught her well, telling her to always keep things like water and oil in the trunk so that if things like this happened, the woman was prepared. When she got to the back of the car and popped the trunk, she dug around only to find the water canteen empty and slammed the trunk. Pandora was going to have to call her dad.
Sighing she pulled out her phone, listening to the ringing on the other end. "Hey, you here already?" Pandora heard her dad's voice ring out from the speaker and she took a quick puff of her cigarette, "Not exactly Pop. I'm havin' a little bit of car trouble. I think I ran out of water." Marcus sighed, "I told you to al-" Pandora cut him off before he could finish, "Always keep water and oil in your trunk. Yeah, I know. I've been driving for hours with no breaks. Cut me a little slack here." She pinched her brow in frustration, taking another drag of her cigarette, only to blow out rings. He sighed quietly, "Alright. I'll get a tow company out there. Where are you at?" Shielding her eyes she looked around, trying to see if she could spot a sign, "No clue. I'll look on my GPS and text you, let you know." Taking the final drag of her cigarette she flicked the butt carelessly off to the side, "Alright, I'll be at the shop waiting for you." The two paused in their conversation, the only sound that was heard was their breathing. She nodded slightly, even though he couldn't see it. Perhaps it was just out of habit. "I'll see you then, Dad. Love you." Pandora spoke quietly, making her way back to the driver seat to slip in. "I love you too, baby." And with that the two hung up the phone. Her head rested against her steering wheel for a moment, taking a deep breath in and letting it out slowly.
Most of her things were already in Lodi, her father making the drip down to drive the Uhal with some of the boys from the club. The sound of her notification tone knocked her from her thoughts and she looked down, seeing it was her dad. He was always the worrying type, even before her mothers passing. Checking her GPS, she texted back her location and waited. She was luckily in California by the time the car decided to act up, which was a good thing. It just meant that the towers wouldn't be too long. At least, she hoped they wouldn't.