Title: Crossing the Line
Summary: There is a very thin line seperating SAMCRO and the Charming Police. What happens when someone dares to cross that line? Hale/OC
Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy or anything included in the show. Kurt Sutter & other respective owners: I, the author, bow down to your skill.
A/N: I know some of you probably are wondering why I took down Family Affair, and the other story about Jax's little sister. It was something I created in my head, and something that should've stayed there. Enough Said. If you're still with me for this story, fasten your seatbelts. You're in for something new, and previously (at least to my knowledge) unattempted. Keep in mind that this is a bit AU, and VERY quick chapter.
Fly low, you carrion crow, seize my body for the dead I hope….
Kerri hummed the tune as she took a look around the modest Lodi home, taking note of the little things, the things that meant the most to her. Some photos of David and her were scattered amongst photos of David's illustrious law enforcement career. He's your shooting star…..Well, he's our shooting star.'. She mused as she placed her hand on her growing stomach. This pregnancy had been a difficult one, winding up with Kerri on bedrest at her mother in-laws home by the fourth month. She hold told David the complications were high, but she wanted to stay with him, to be by his side through thick and thin.
"I love you, Kerr, and I love this child, but Charming is not a good place to be right now." He had said.
He tried so hard to shield their home life from the Sons of Anarchy, but he didn't realize that she heard all of the whispers in the grocery story and around her temporary home. Kerri was just as involved with this as David were, and not a day went by that she didn't wish he would realize that so she could go home. She had been hearing rumors, though, that Jimmy O'Faelan was back in the country and headed to California. Jimmy O – now there's a name Kerri hadn't heard for years, since she was but a child in Ireland. He had been almost like the giant in the fairy tales her mother had told her – larger than life. She had dreamt about him then, when things weren't so great at home, when she was really missing her father. She had dreamt that he would come along one day, sweep her off her feet and take her far, far away to a place where she would be safe. As was the case with many other women, Kerri came to realize that this wasn't a fairy tale; this was real life. She would never meet Jimmy O., nor would she be swept off of her feet. She had held that notion close to her heart for a very long time, until she moved to America, settling in the small California town of Lodi, and met a police officer from the neighboring town, one David Hale. Their relationship had moved quickly, beginning to date in the April before David entered the police academy and being married by October of the same year.
'It was such a beautiful ceremony. David was so handsome.' She thought, her fingers dancing along the edge of the wedding photograph hanging by the mantle. The roar of approaching motorcycles shook her from her memories. 'What's that all about? The bikers never come this far out.'
Being a curious woman by nature, Kerri stepped out onto the front porch, cautious of the two leather-clad men approaching the house.
"We're looking for Deputy Chief Hale. You seen him?"
"Not for a few days. He lives out in Charming, check for 'im there."
She could almost swear that there was something so familiar about one of the men, she just couldn't put her finger on it.
"Kerrianne? Is….Is that you?"
And suddenly, she remembered.
"Da?"