Author's Note: Hello everyone! This is a completely AU story, set before Kozik showed up at SAMCRO.
I do not own anything you might recognize from the series. Please note that this is entirely based on the series and I don't intend to offend any 1% OMC out there, this is just fiction and based on the very little I learned about OMCs on the internet. Also not intended to offend the Russian mafia, I'm just a fan of all this noir mob movie/series genre out there.
Skyfall is a song by Adele. I loved it. Although my story has absolutely nothing to do with 007, the song inspired me to write. Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
All he saw was a flash, and next thing he knew he was on the floor, his bike over his left leg.
"Mother fuckin' fuck!" he exclaimed, loudly. He looked around and realized what had happened. A person almost ran over him and his bike.
He was at South J Street, one of the streets that gave access to the Tacoma General Hospital; he found a spot on the street, a lot better than paying for parking, since he would stay for a very short while. He had come to visit Big Bobby's old lady, she had just given birth to a baby boy. He looked in the direction he saw the flash of light coming from; the lights from a BMW still blinded his eyes.
He took a deep breath, and realized it wasn't anything serious. He had stopped already, the bike was turned off, it was okay. It wasn't a huge hit, but he was still pissed that some asshole almost ran over him. He checked briefly his bike and didn't see any major damage. Luckily for the bastard who threw him on the ground.
He heard the door of the car opening and almost immediately followed by a hysterical female voice.
"Oh my God, sir! I'm so so so sorry!" whoever the woman was, she had a strong accent. Perhaps German, or Russian.
He pulled his bike slowly up and freed his leg, standing up. A woman. That's fucking great. He looked at her once he was up and the car lights weren't blinding him anymore.
He saw a young woman, probably her mid-twenties in front of him. She had strong features; high cheekbones, full lips and rounded green eyes with light make up around them. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun; she was definitely beautiful. Her left cheek had a small and almost non-visible scar of no more than an inch. She was small, probably 5'3, but her body was curvy and petite. She wore a simple pair of black jeans, flats and a dark green V neck t-shirt.
"I'm sorry!" he met the woman's eyes in front of him, her voice high-pitched, her breathing was fast. "Are you alright, sir? I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."
"I'm okay, don't worry." he calmed down. He couldn't scream at a pretty little thing like that. Also, no one has called him 'sir' ever since he left the marines. He found it all somewhat amusing.
"I can pay for any damage on your bike, I'll give you my inform—"
"It's ok, nothing happened to the bike either," he said, calmly and looked at the girl's car. It looked like a series 7 model. Not bad, he thought to himself. He saw a little girl sitting on the back seat; she was looking directly at him.
"Is your kid okay, though?" he asked, looking back at the woman.
She seemed surprised he even knew there was a kid with her and looked back to her car, then back at him.
"Yes, she's ok," she said, her voice lower and the hysteria apparently gone. "I'm sorry, she's got a fever and I'm a little upset, I really didn't see you."
"It's ok," he said, firmly and then glanced at the woman's car, analyzing it carefully. There was no apparent damage to her car either. "Your car is fine, too. Don't worry about it."
"Ok," she said and nodded to herself, looking down, as if trying to remember what she was doing there.
"I'm Kozik," he said and stood his hand for her. She looked back at his eyes, doubtfully, but ended up shaking his hand.
"Sofia," she said, shaking his hand and with a faint smile on her lips. Her hand was cold and a little sweaty.
"Thank you for being understanding, Mr Kozik," she said after he let go of her hand.
"No worries," he said and managed a smile, as he looked at the little girl in the car again and waived at her. "You should get your kid inside," he added looking back at the woman.
"Yes, thank you again," Sofia nodded and turned her back to him, walking back to her car. Before entering, she glanced at him one more time and smiled.
She parked close from there and he observed as she took the little girl on her arms. The girl didn't seem older than six years old. Her hair was dark brown, like Sofia's and she had a fair white skin, she wore a simple purple flowered dress and sneakers. He followed Sofia with his eyes and went his way when the woman entered through the emergency door.
[xxx]
"He looks great, man," Kozik said as he watched Big Bobby's baby through the glass.
"Big like his ol' daddy, he is," Bobby said with a smile by his side. The child was indeed big and strong; Bobby named him Achilles.
Kozik had already seen Lily, Bobby's old lady; she seemed a lot calmer now. A few hours before he had accompanied Bobby to the hospital and he was pretty sure her screams of pain could be heard all the way in New York.
Bobby didn't even look as murderous as he actually was after seeing his first-born. Big Bobby was actually Freakin' Huge Bobby. Kozik was tall, but Bobby was massive. Kozik could swear Bobby reached 7 feet, a little exaggerated, but just a little; his long and black ZZ Top beard and the always-rounded sunglasses gave him the entire stereotyped biker look anyone could imagine. And he was the Sergeant of Arms at the Sons of Anarchy Tacoma, and long time friend of Kozik's from the army. But that night he looked like a younger rocker version of Santa Claus, with a constant smile crossing his face.
"How's the deal with the Italians?" Bobby asked as they both watched the children on the other side of the glass.
"Smooth, nothing to worry about," Kozik replied and Bobby glanced at him.
"Still not sure if this whole gambling thing is good," Bobby commented. "We should stick with what we do best. Works for SAMCRO, works for us."
"There's no harm in it, Bobby," Kozik said. "Just protection and some charge and collection. They pay good money, I don't care."
"Neither does Happy," Bobby said with a cynical smile and Kozik laughed. Happy loved to charge people… And cut fingers as warnings.
"I should go," Kozik said and Bobby nodded, hugging his friend with a pat in the back. "Take care of Lil, anything you need, just call."
"I will, brother," Bobby replied and let go of Kozik. "Thanks."
Kozik smiled and looked at Achilles one last time before he headed to the end of the corridor, he turned a left and waited patiently for the elevator. He noticed people staring at him. He couldn't blame them, the cut, the tattoos, the messy blonde hair, the scruffy beard, that makes people stare at you, but he didn't mind that.
He looked around casually and stopped his glance when he saw the woman from before leaving a room. A young male doctor talked to her as she held her daughter's hand. She took a few papers from the doctor's hand and put it in her purse before walking towards the elevator.
She stopped suddenly when her eyes met Kozik, but after a second she continued walking. The little girl observed him curiously when Sofia stopped by his side.
"Hi," Sofia said, almost shyly.
"Hello there," he said and measured her again. She really was a beautiful and exquisite piece of ass. After acknowledging that to himself again, he glanced at the little girl.
"Are you feeling better, sweetie?" he asked the little girl. She looked up at him and nodded, quietly. "Is she ok?" he asked, this time to her mother.
"Yes, apparently," Sofia, who had observed everything in silence, answered. "Just a sore throat, it's why she had the fever, but she was medicated and feeling better."
Kozik managed a smile. He wasn't good with kids, but he liked them. The girl did not stop staring at him; her eyes analyzed his tattoos with curiosity. Sofia, however, seemed a little too preoccupied for someone with a kid with just a sore throat.
He held the elevator door open for them to enter and entered right after. They were alone in the elevator, which made the situation a lot more awkward.
"What's your name, princess?" he managed to ask when he noticed the girl still had eyes on him. She looked at her mother, as if asking for a permission to speak. Sofia nodded and smiled faintly.
"Anastasia," she said with a childish voice, her cheekbones red.
"Wow, that really is the name of a princess, isn't it?" he asked and couldn't help to smile.
"Yes," Anastasia returned the smile. She pulled her mother's hand and pointed at Kozik. "Mama, he has drawings like uncle Isaak."
Sofia looked from her daughter to Kozik and observed his tattooed arms, then looked back at her daughter.
"Yes, he does," Sofia said, then looked back at Kozik. "She likes tattoos. She likes to draw."
"How old is she?" he continued the small talk. Somewhat he enjoyed it, he couldn't really tell why.
"Five," Sofia answered, her eyes ran across his cut and she read Washington, Men of Mayhem and Unholy Ones. She frowned a little, but realized she was being too obvious, then looked back at his eyes.
"Do you have children, Mr Kozik?" Sofia was the one to ask this time. Kozik shook his head.
"No, I don't," he answered and again held the elevator for them to step out.
"You should," Sofia glanced back at him before continuing walking. "You would do great with them."
She smiled, this time it was a big one. Two dimples showed, one on each side of her face, but before he could reply she kept walking. He stopped there, by the elevator and observed as she walked out of the hospital. He couldn't explain why he did what he did next to this day, but if he hadn't a lot of things could've been different.
Perhaps it was the fact that Sofia there really didn't know him. All the women he had been in the last few years knew him, one way or another. And they knew an ex-junkie MC member was no fit to be a dad, even if he was an former marine as well. Kozik wasn't a fit to the "normal life". But Bobby up there didn't seem to care what people thought. Perhaps Sofia didn't either, but then again, she did not know him, what he had been, what he was…
He caught up with her outside, she was buckling her daughter's seatbelt at the backseat, when she stood up and closed the door, Kozik was standing by her side. Sofia smiled with the corner of her lips.
"I know this is crazy and might sound creepy," he said when her eyes locked on his. He glanced to her car plate before he came up to her and saw it was from Los Angeles, so he added, "And you're apparently not from here, but would you like to go out, sometime? I can show you around."
"You are very observant, Mr Kozik," she said with a sarcastic, yet not offensive tone. "I'm indeed new in Tacoma. But I don't give out my number to people I don't know. I'm sorry."
"You would have if I said you damaged my bike," he pointed out and she scoffed a laugh. "Here," he said and took his wallet and a card from it, handing it to her, "You give me a call, then."
She looked from his eyes to the card and took it from his hand to look closely at it. He took the opportunity to scan her hands for engagement or wedding rings, but all he saw was a gold ring with a big black stone on her right middle finger.
"A bike shop, how convenient," she said and glanced from the card to him. "No first name, Mr H. Kozik, that's suspicious."
"Yeah, I don't like my name," he said, almost ashamed and scratched his neck. She smiled, the big smile with the dimples again. He tried to control himself.
"Alright, I'll believe you," she said and nodded. "I will call you."
"Great," he said with a nod and stepped back, opening the car door for her. She smiled at the gesture and entered her car. He closed the door and stepped back again, watching as she left.
He didn't know then, but every move he'd taken close to Sofia and Anastasia on that street were carefully watched, and he couldn't have chosen a worst time to be hitting on a Russian. Specially that Russian.
