Disclaimer: I own nothing, just my character Chase, everything else belongs to the genius behind the story, Kurt Sutter.
Summary: The death of the President of the Louisiana Charter brings a mysterious visitor to Charming. What does this mean for the Sons?
Author's Note: This is my first ever fanfiction. I hope it is enjoyable, please leave feedback to let me know if I should continue. Thanks!
Chapter 1
Fall was just settling in and Northern California was beginning to get a nip in the wind. The Teller-Morrow garage was business as usual. Oil changes, spark plugs and brake jobs were lined up for the day.
A new comer on a blacked out Kawasaki street bike pulls into the lot, drawing the attention of the mechanics and some of the Sons. The soft hum of the small engine is killed and the rider, clad in a tinted helmet, slings one long leg over the bike to plant both feet together on the pavement.
Inside the clubhouse, a church is in session.
"We need to deal with the retaliation for what those coward bitches did to Gemma by playing it smart." Tig finishes his speech and looks around the table for who will be the next person to speak.
"You know if you want me in on this, I am here for how ever long is needed." Happy rasps from the end of the table.
Clay nods, "I appreciate that brother. We will need all the bodies we can get."
Kozik looks up, "I can stick around too. Help out any way I can."
"We need to come up with plan that Zobelle won't be able to see coming." Clay taps the gavel on the table signaling the meeting to close.
Jax stands and leaves the room first. As he looks up he sees a rider in black leather with a tinted riding helmet. He has a questioning look on his face as he regards just exactly what the stranger was doing in SOA territory.
By now Jax is joined by his brothers who were filing out of the chapel. Tig notices the leather cut draped over the arm of the rider and shoots Clay a look of disapproval. Happy comes up next to Tig, followed by Kozik and both stand ready for whatever will unfold.
Sensing the unease between club members the rider finally removes the helmet.
Brown hair pores out of the helmet and falls to riders back. Jax opens his mouth in recognition.
"Chase, what are you doing here?" The rider, Chase, walks up to Jax after discarding her helmet on the bar and it is then that Jax and his brothers see the unshed tears in her eyes.
Tig looks down at the cut in her arms and looks back up at her with a look of recognition. Finally the rider speaks.
"They killed him Jackson. They killed them both." She fingers the 'President' patch on the cut with a loving caress then looks back up at Jax, then to Clay as a tear finally rolls down her pale cheek.
"We need to know what happened princess." Clay ushers her into the chapel as the other members make an about-face back into the room they just came from.
The Sons of Anarchy cut lay in the middle of the table displaying the reaper on the back. The Redwood Charter members took their turns glancing at the cut and then to the woman who stood next to Clay. She was attractive standing with her head high even though one could point out the tracks of previous tearstains on her face. She wore typical riding gear that consisted of a fitted black leather jacket and fitted blue jeans that ended in chunky black boots. Her height was a bit taller than normal at around 5'7 with a figure possessing a curvature that told anyone looking that she was in fact a woman. Pale skin with blue eyes, high cheekbones and full lips, she was a woman that attracted attention.
"Why don't you sit down princess and tell us exactly what is going on." Clay ushered to a seat next to Tig that had been brought in from outside the chapel.
"If it is okay with you I would rather stand, I have been riding for a while now." Chase looked at the chair and the fact that she could count on one hand how many times she had been in the clubhouse chapel was not lost to her.
"What has happened Chase?" Jax looks at her with confusion and worry.
Chase takes a deep breath and looks around the room at the faces staring back at her. Will these men help her? They are different from the men in the charter back home but they are still here bound by the common goal and that was brotherhood and family. Would they listen to a woman and avenge their deaths?
"I think we should start with who the hell she is first." Kozik looked at the dark-haired beauty with interest while to his left Happy looked at her with suspicion. Chase looked them both in the eye, an action that made both men appreciate her presence a bit more.
Chase looked directly at Kozik, "I am the daughter of the President of the Baton Rogue charter, my father was James Teller," she stated with a slight southern drawl at the end of her words. Kozik snapped his eyes to Jax.
"She is my cousin." Jax stated with an air that said no one needed to question her presence there again. He just confirmed her station of royalty among the MC.
Here was the founder's niece. She knew the workings of the MC, her father raised her with the same sense of pride that Jax had been raised with. Her only regret at times was her gender, if she was a boy she could of held the seat of Vice President of her father's charter but Jax had taken up the family name and Val had taken the title as princess.
"History lesson later, what happened Chase?" Tig expressed an interest in why the girl he helped to raise during the summers she spent with her favorite Aunt Gemma was here now carrying the cut of her father all the way from Louisiana.
"He's dead. They killed both of my parents." Chase starts to choke up at the thought but continues after she looks to Jax and finds him silently giving her encouragement to say the rest. "I was with Boom, our Sgt. at Arms, were traveling with the guns from the Miami drop point. I hadn't heard from Dad in a few days, which was odd because usually he would check in with Boom to see if the order was correct or if there were any problems. Mama hadn't called either. Me and Boom got back late Friday night and I was too tired to go over to check on both of them. Next day…" she swallows the lump in her throat and looks down at the cut on the table, "I went to the house and found them. Stuff was shattered all over the house. They barged in on Mama while she was there by herself. They tied her to a chair and waited for Dad to come home. They shot Mama first, two rounds to the chest, but they took their time with Dad. He put up a fight….Cut him up bad before they shot him in the back of the head with his hands tied behind his back."
Silence hung in the air for about a minute until rage took its place. "What the fuck! Who the hell killed him?" Jax's eyes were wide and angry.
"I don't know. The charter hasn't been on good terms with a small local gang in the state but I don't think that they would strike out like this; they would know the retaliation it would bring. I think that there is something else here, but I don't know what. What I do know is I want revenge. I had to let the mother charter know first. I didn't come for a handout. I only wanted the charter to know and to be informed when I find the ones responsible. I will make them pay, they have to be dealt with for what they done."
"You don't have to go at this alone. You can stay here as long as you need and we will be behind you not only because you are family but your father was a founder and a President. His death will not come lightly. But we ourselves are dealing with some heavy shit right now." Clay spoke for the first time.
"What is going on, can I do anything?" She looked between Jax and Clay for an answer.
"Gemma's been raped. We are in the middle of our own revenge. I'm sorry Chase." Jax looked at her with compassion while Chase looked at him in shock. She finally sit down in the chair that the prospect brought for her. Her eyes were on the floor and her breathing in short spurts. Some son-a-bitches had raped her aunt! Her parents were dead and her aunt had been raped. Chase's voice eyes turned cold as she looked at Jax and he set back in his chair.
From across the table Happy seen the look and knew it well. She was out for blood and would do anything to make those responsible pay. He looked at her in a new light, one that both made him uncomfortable and excited at the same time. He couldn't recall a time when he seen the look of a cold killer in the eyes of a woman before and what a sight it was to behold.