His Saving Grace

Description: The Sons had made it well known you treat your old lady a certain way, but Jax never thought that saving his best friend's little sister would lead him to his saving grace. Jax/OC Juice/OC

A/N: I do not own any of the Sons characters of plot lines that may be used from the show. The only characters I maintain are my O/C's. Everything else belongs to the brilliant mind of Kurt Sutter. This fic is rated 18+ for strong language; violence; sexual themes, innuendo and situations; etc. Please continue reading at your own risk.

Chapter One

Shayne's POV

I hadn't seen or heard from my sister in almost 2 weeks. Yeah she'd been more quiet than usual but that's just Avery. She's the sweet innocent one. I'm the loud feisty one. After getting her voicemail for the second time today I was getting a little irritated.

"Anybody heard from Avery lately?" I asked to the rest of the guys in the clubhouse from my seat at the bar. It was mainly directed at my other half; Juice.

"Nope." He replied, never once looking away from the screen of his laptop.

"Get me an address would ya, love? I'm going over there."

Minutes later he was handing me a piece of paper with an address scrawled across it. I took it, kissed his beautiful shaved head and headed for the door.

"Call the prepaid if you need back up." He called after me.

"Of course. I learned my lesson last time." I said smirking.

He chuckled. "Sure you did."

I have a bit of a reputation for being a fighter. I don't care how big they are or what sex they are, I'll take them on. Last time it got me into trouble, but only because there were 3 of them. I smirked to myself thinking about it. 'That was a good fight.'

Twenty-five minutes later I was just outside of Lodi staring at a run-down trailer that was sitting next to a dozen other run down looking trailers. 'Jesus Avery.' I shook my head and climbed off my bike, placing my helmet on the seat. 'Hope no one steals it.' I thought as I walked the stretch of downtrodden grass the lead to the front steps.

I knocked loudly on the door and got no response. Knocking again I called out, "Avery open up!" Knocking still I called out again. "Chilli Tatum open up! I know you're in there!"

I had called Avery 'Chilli" since we were kids. She has this crazy looking birth mark on her right leg that I swear is in the shape of a chilli pepper. She, of course, swears it doesn't. Sisters. What are you gonna do?

The door finally opened and Avery appeared in front of me.

Avery's POV

I was sitting in the living room folding laundry when I heard someone pound on my front door and yell my name. I don't live in the best part of town so, just because someone knows your name and knocks on your door doesn't mean you answer it. Half of the people in this neighborhood were gacked out on Darby's crank.

'Chilli Tatum open up! I know you're in there!' the voice called. 'Shit.' Only one person ever called me Chilli; my sister, Shayne. I got up and opened the door. There stood Shayne in all her badass glory. Clad in her usual tight jeans and a black strapless top that was fitted and made to look corseted by the bright red lacing that ran down the front. Her long black hair was pulled back in a knot of sorts and the back of her head.

"Shay… What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too, sis." She remarked. "Hadn't heard from you. Thought I'd stop by. Say 'hey'. All I could do was nod. It wasn't that I didn't want to see my sister. I missed seeing her on a regular basis. It's just that things were…complicated. "You gonna let me in or what?" I stepped aside and let her come through the door. She looked around while taking a seat in one of the chairs. "Nice place." She said somewhat sarcastically.

"It's a place." I said, automatically going back to folding the pile of laundry that was in the basket.

"I called you twice today." She stated with a hint of irritation in her voice.

"I was busy." I replied flatly.

"I can see that. Being Martha Stuart must be a real time suck."

"Shay, just because my life isn't as exciting as yours doesn't mean it's a bad life." I snapped. I have enough going on. I don't need her judging my life. It might be a shitty life, but it's MY life. And for the time being I was thankful to still be living it. "Look Shay, I'm kinda busy so can we maybe do this later."

"What jumped up your ass?" she questioned.

"Nothing." I replied meekly, fixing my gaze on the washcloth that was in my hand. "I just have a lot to do today before Lonnie gets home." I glanced at the clock on the wall noticing that Lonnie would be home any time.

"You can't spend time with your sister after she tracked you down and drove all the way out here 'cuz you have 'stuff' to do." She scoffed.

"You didn't have to track me down in the first place Shay. Everything is fine." I sighed putting the piece of folded laundry in the basket. I looked up and caught her gaze. "I'm fine. Can you just go please?"

"Fine." She said huffing in defeat. She rose from the chair and walked slowly to the door. I followed suit. She exited the place I called 'home' and made her way down the path to her motorcycle with me watching from the doorway.

"I'll call you."

"Right." She muttered once she reached her bike. She grabbed her helmet and started putting it on before I spoke again.

"Hey, Shay!" I called out. She looked up from her bike in my direction. "I love you."

"Love you too, Chilli." She said with a small smile. Then she started her bike, backed up a few feet and drove off. I stood there for a moment listening to the bike rumble down the side street. It brought back memories of when Shay and I had been growing up. I closed the door and tried my best to hurry up with the laundry all the while thinking about all the times she and I had had when we were younger.

Our father, God rest his soul, had been one of the first nine. The redwood original of SAMCRO. Unfortunately for him he'd produced all girls. I'm sure when I was born and that brought in yet another little girl all wrapped in pink all his dreams went out the window. Little did he know that Shayne would grow up to be exactly like our dad. A hard ass with a hard head, and an even harder right hook. She was more than happy to take his place in the club when the time came.

I was much more like our mother. Shayne had her looks. The ebony hair and dark eyes but I had her personality; quiet, passive, caring, much different than our father's brash exterior. I did inherit my father's eyes though. A trait I was more than happy to receive. For such a hard man he had the kindest emerald eyes. I sometimes wondered if the combination of my mother's personality and my father's kind eyes was one of the reasons I was easily walked on.

About 5 minutes after my sister had pulled out of the driveway I heard the familiar booming of the bass in Lonnie's car. Grabbing the basket of now folded laundry I rushed off down the hall to put it in our bedroom. I made my way back up the hallway just as he was coming through the door.

"Hey, babe, how was work?" I questioned, placing a smile on my face. He tossed his keys and phone on the counter without looking in my direction. "I was just about to start dinner. Wasn't sure what you wanted."

"Saw a bike on the way in. Who was it?"

Damnit! I silently cursed to myself. I was really hoping Shay had made it out without being seen. "I dunno." I tried to say nonchalantly. "It's California. There are lots of bikes. I don't know all of them." I instantly regretted saying it as soon as I saw the look on his face. 'Great. Piss him off in the first 5 minutes.'

"Funny aren't you." He questioned rhetorically. "Cuz I really need bullshit when as soon as I come in the door." He grouched.

I sighed and made my way into the kitchen to start dinner. I was hoping to salvage any bit of a good mood he might have had or my night would only get worse from here.