AN: first things first I don't own any SOA characters.
Only things I own here are Kat and Blizzard. NOw I've had this idea for a fic in my head for a long time.
Doesn't really take place within any of the seasons as I refuse to let opie die. So read and enjoy.
I groaned as I dropped the box onto the floor. This was the last one; thank god. I hated moving. I really did but this was the last time. Last move; I had vowed to myself. So here I was sitting in my unpacked living in Charming. It was a small town; not too many people from what my real estate agent had informed me. Plus the home was dirt cheap. Originally when I saw the pictures back up north; I was suspicious. Why would they be selling a three bedroom home for only twenty grand? Still I couldn't dig anything up about the home, small quiet neighborhood. No deaths in the home from what I would find. So I bought it.
Thing was I needed to leave my home. I grew up in Northern Ontario in a small town; much like charming. Everyone knew everyone and when things got rough I had to leave. I stood gently fingering my leathers on the back of the sofa, the patch starring up at me. It was all in the past now. I was free, carefully reaching down I folded my vest placing it in the closest as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I growled glancing down, the text flashing up at me.
'Where are you?'
"No where you can find me." I growled to myself before breaking the phone. I would buy a new one here somewhere, there had to be a local phone vender even small prepays. Something moved behind me a cold wet nose pressing up against the back of my leg. Blizzard my three year old husky hybrid; far anyone here was concern though he was a purebred. He whined his golden eyes looking up at me questioningly. Probably wanted a walk; poor thing was cooped up in the moving van for hours.
"Come on boy." I whispered pulling out a leash and clicking it into his collar. I slipped onto my boots before we both slipped out the front door. It was still fairly early in the morning, maybe about eight or nine. The sun was high in the sky, heat scorching down onto my skin. It would take me a while to get use to the California heat that was for sure. Up in Ontario it was fairly cool, even throughout the summer since I was so far north. Blizzard was panting right away, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He was walking a little bit ahead, not pulling the leash smelling everything.
"I'll have to give him a trim or buy him a small pool for the yard." I mumbled to no one in particular. I tended to talk to myself, a lot. It made the whole thing a little less lonely that was for sure. I didn't know the by-laws for this town so I would have keep Blizzard's heritage hidden. Pretty sure parents would not want a wolf husk hybrid running around there neighborhoods. There was a squeal of laughter as a child ran out in front of Blizzard on the next driveway, probably about the age of five; maybe a little older. Blond hair flashing in the sunlight, he was chasing a ball down the driveway. Blizzard froze head tilting to the side, the child barley standing eye level with him. He was a fairly large animal, standing at almost my hip.
"Abel! Come back here. Watch the street." A shout sounded a man walked out onto the sidewalk; the bush hiding his driveway had concealed him pretty good. He was a little taller than me, no shirt on and jeans hanging low on his hips. Tons of ink. What caught me the most was his eyes, bright blue eyes with medium length blond hair. He paused glancing over his eyes going over me than to Blizzard.
"Sorry darling, he knows better than to run out onto the street." The man said with a slight smile before gesturing down to Blizzard. "He friendly?"
I nodded as the boy ran up again, hiding behind his dad; matching blue eyes coming up to meet me. "Yeah he's friendly." The man smile slowly pulling his boy out from behind him crouching down. "Abel look at the pretty doggy." He held out his fist to Blizzard, who sniffed it and gently licked his hand. That was all the little boy needed before a huge smile split across his face and he reached out gently brushing his fur. The man smiled standing up holding his hand out to me.
"Names Jackson or Jax. Nice to meet you, I haven't seen you around here before,"
I smiled taking his hand, his hands calloused and rough like my own. "Nice to meet you, I'm S-" I stopped hesitating for a moment. I wasn't going by that name anymore. I coughed trying to make it seem like I had to clear my throat. "Sorry, I'm katarina. You can call me kat. I just moved in a few doors down."
Jax smiled nodding his head, his eyes scanning my face for a moment. Almost as if he was sizing me up. "Katarina.. Pretty name, Russian?" he questioned glancing down as Abel tugged on his pant leg saying he was going to go play with Thomas; Whoever that was.
"No, My parents where Canadian, they just had a thing for weird names." It wasn't a lie, I had three brothers who all had weird or abnormal names. Jax nodded seeming to have bought the answer before he crossed his arms leaning back against a pickup truck that was parked i his driveway.
"Canadian huh? So what brings you to this little town?"
Okay now I was starting to get a little worried out, what the hell was with all the questions? Maybe most California people were like this? Just the culture difference was a shock alone for me; I learned that trying to cross the border. Every time I stopped at a hotel or something along the way I got probed and questioned.
"I just needed to get away you know. Parents always trying to push me into something I didn't want to do. Plus here you guys don't get any snow; so it's always riding season."
That seemed to perk him up a little bit. "You ride?"
I nodded my head, gently tugging Blizzard back so he could lay down behind me in the shade and not on the hot cement. "Yeah nothing special, I own a 89 shadow." Again not a lie my motorcycle was not sitting in my garage, covered up and out of sight. He smiled nodding his head, his shoulder sagging slightly, almost as if I passed some kind of test. "Nice I own a Davidson; want to see her?" he asked with a smile gesturing towards his garage. I hesitated for a moment before I nodded and we followed him up the driveway. He wasn't lying either. Right in the center of his garage sat the black motorcycle in all its glory. I smiled gently pointing down, Blizzard obeyed and laid down resting his head on his paws before I dropped the leash and walked around the bike.
"Nice, duel breaks and your suspension is fully adjustable. That's hard to find in Harleys or at least in the older models. Looks like you may need some new tires soon." I stopped, freezing. Shit, I was supposed to lay low. Jax seemed to not care; in fact he seemed impressed and only nodded his head. "Yeah, I think I got at least one more season. You know your motorcycles darling?"
Well guess now I was screwed. "Yeah, my dad was a mechanic and loved motorcycles." Again not a lie but it was enough of the truth for someone to leave me be. "What's S.O.A mean?" I asked as i glanced over the decal sicker on the side of the gas tank.
That seemed to shock his; he tilted his head confused eyebrow going up. "It's a club name. Sons of Anarchy."
Oh shit. There was a club in this town? I mentally growled, wanting to go back north and beat that real estate's agent's face in. That was why the house was so cheap, I had moved into the middle of a club zone. I sighed running a hand through my hair, not much I can do about it now. Jax seemed to not notice my reaction he was glancing down at Blizzard who was softly dozing to one side.
"He listens very well." He remarked glancing up at me. "You train him?"
I nodded brushing off my jeans and talking a few steps forward. "Yeah, He's three years old. I found him up north on the side of a highway. Poor boy was way too young to be away from his mother, so I raised him and took him in."
Jax nodded his head, glancing up me again with those piercing blue eyes. "So since you're new in town I doubt you have had a chance to go looking for work have you?"
I paused, watching him before shrugging my shoulders. Money was not really in issue with me, I could probably live for a year or two without needing to go find work. However if I didn't go to work people would start to wonder about how exactly I paid my bills. "No not really. I only just finished unloading my truck a few hours ago." He nodded his head, reaching into his pockets and pulling out a card before handing it to me.
It read TM automotive repairs. I frowned glancing up again as he gave me that dazzling smile again. Seemed like he was a guy who got what he wanted, perhaps made all the girls swoon. "Why don't you stop by the shop, my mom was saying she needed help and we always could use more help in the garage." He offered.
I didn't know what to do or say, something in the back of brain was telling me to be careful, it could be a trap. Then there another part of my brain saying that these men may not be like the club back home. Maybe they were legit trying to help someone and only a group of people who rode together.
I was about to respond as a car pulled into the driveway. Jax swore, grumbling to himself as he tossed me a apologetic smile before walking down the driveway. Now if looks could kill, I would be dead. The lady who stepped out was shooting me such a glare. She was slightly shorter than jax, pale with brown hair. They started arguing; yelling and I knew I shouldn't be there. I grabbed Blizzards leash as we took off down the street, leaving the arguing couple behind us.
The rest of my walk was really uneventful. The card weighing heavily in my pocket; I didn't know what I should do. I moved here to escape the club back home...Yet I moved right in the middle of another clubs territory. Not exactly a smart move. Then again I didn't know. Still my father or well step father. He would be expecting me to move into the middle of nowhere as far away from the club as possible. He would not be expecting me to move into a small town with a club. It went against all the rules. So perhaps I was safe here.
We ended up back home after circling the block a few times. The cold air of my house was welcoming, reminding me of home. My skin felt hot as well probably sun burned; Blizzard was panting and went right to his water before flopping down on the cold tiles on the kitchen. I smiled gently scratching his ears. "You hot boy? Sorry we will get you a pool or something for the backyard." He just blinked up at me as I turned walking to the bathroom pulling my shirt up over my head. I paused in front of the mirror, the person looking back at me unrecognizable. I knew it was me, but was it who I really wanted to be. Thick black hair framed my pale face, bright silver eyes watching me.
I sighed, stripping; placing my gun on the counter before jumping in the shower, letting the cold water cool down my overheated him. I don't know how long I stayed in there for. Maybe ten minutes or an hour. When I got out my hands were slightly wrinkled as I wrapped the thick towel around me. My gun still on the counter beside me.
There was knock on the door, I spun gun drawn heart thumping as Jax stood there in the doorway to my bathroom, his own gun drawn pointing at me. Realization flooded his eyes as he stopped and held both hands in the air. "It's okay; Sorry I didn't mean to scare you, your door was open."
I lowered my gun, it was? I remember closing the screen but not the door maybe that's what he meant. Still it didn't explain why he was in my home. "Why are you in my house?" I questioned pulling my towel closer. He flushed his eyes roaming down my body and up again.
"I'm sorry I'll let you get dressed." He turned closing the door. Without answering my question. I quickly snapped the lock ripping my clothing back on before storming out the bathroom. I had the door open while I showered did he watch me? I growled, slightly pissed and feeling invaded. He was now sitting on the sofa, Blizzard beside him.
"Look Kat. I'm sorry. I wanted to come by and apologies your door was open and no one was answering so I just let myself in."
I growled my shoulders tense. "Next time; wait." It was an order, I didn't care. He nodded his head, eyes watching me, not bothering to argue.
"Why are you packing?" He questioned, his eyes taking on this serious gleam to them. I hesitated again, glancing back at the bathroom. He meant my gun. I shrugged my shoulders, shoving my hands into my pocket. "To protect myself okay; I'm a single women living by myself in a town I don't know. I just wanted something to protect myself with."
That seemed to hit close to home with him. He flinched, his eyes looking down for a moment before he stood up walking up. Placing his hand against the wall; his scent filled my head. That's how close he was, he smelled like wood, a forest with a hint of exhaust fumes. "I can promise you this; Living only a house down from me. Nothing will ever happen to you here in Charming."
I lost all words, what the hell was going on with me. Here was this man I didn't know who broke into my home telling me I was protected he didn't know me. I nodded my head looking down at my hands. "You said you wanted to apologize?"
That seemed to snap him back into reality. He nodded his head walking back to my sofa and sitting down; why sure just make yourself at fucking home. "Yeah that women, she's my ex wife we only just got the divorce. She was coming by to pick up the kids for her weekly visitation. I forgot and I'm sorry you had to witness that."
In other words he had a bruised ego and I saw him getting ripped into. I sighed shaking my head walking into the kitchen and grabbing two beers from the fridge. He took it without hesitation when I walked back into the living room and sitting across from him in a chair. This was what neighbors did right? Had a beer and chatted every now and then. "I'm sorry; I thought it would be best if I left." I replied not really liking the awkward silence. He nodded his head, seeming to cheer up a little bit.
"It's probably for the best. So how are you liking Charming?" he asked lightly probably trying to create conversation. I shrugged my shoulders, to be honest I wasn't sure yet. I gestured around to all the boxes. "To be honest, I haven't been here long enough to really make a choice. When I bought the house I only saw pictures. I was just so desperate to get away I grabbed the first thing I could afford."
He nodded his head, seemly slightly surprised. "It's a nice town. I've been here all my life. Not a lot happens here so you'll be happy. Did you want some help unpacking?"
I smiled and nodded my head, to be honest I was dreading having to unpack all this myself. Packing it up; I was in so much of a haste; I honestly didn't know what was in what. "Yeah if you want too."
He smiled standing up grabbing the first box, he seemed like the guy who just needed something to do and that haunted look in his eyes was not freaking me out. He went through a few boxes in the living room before he moved into the hallway and the bedroom. He seemed like a good guy, a guy who was haunted by his past. That was for sure, but then again who wasn't. We were all running from something were we not?
I growled trying to shove a box up into the closet, I was too short. I jumped trying to shove it up onto the shelf as I felt Jax press up against me, the box lifting from my hands. "Here I got it." His mouth right beside my ear, it sent shivers running down my spine. I turned my hands running down his chest, his muscles rippling under his shirt. I gulped as I looked up his blue eyes watching me. What was I doing? Slowly he leaned down, his lips pressing down onto mine. Heat pooled into my stomach; it had been a year since I had been with anyone. I growled against his mouth and it was like something inside him snapped as he hoisted me off the ground my legs wrapping around his hips as he pushed me up against a wall. Our mouths battling for dominance, teeth clashing against each other as desire flooded into my system. Never before had I wanted something or someone so bad, I reached down ripping his chest up over his head, his necklace sliding between us as he ripped my shirt off keeping me pinned; Biting his way down my neck onto my collarbone. Next thing I knew; I was on my bed and he was crawling on top of me, grinding against me. I could feel his member press into me, oh god.
I fumbled with his belt my hands, shaking as I ripped them down. He flipped me then, so I was on my hands ad knee's ripping my jeans down and throwing them off the bed. He inside of me a second later; both of us freezing as he moaned softly. My body slowly adjusting to his girth; he wasn't a small man either. After about a minute he started to move, his hands digging into my hips as he drove into me, filled me. His moans against me ear and he flipped me over onto my back, taking full control. I loved it, every second, and his mouth against mine as he moved with me. Our moans filling the room as he moved tangling ourselves in the sheets as our lust drove us onwards. Soon his thrust were coming faster, more powerful as I felt heat rush inside of me, his moans echoing my own as he climaxed pulling me with him. Before we both fell down onto the bed, exhausted. No words were spoken as we laid there, my head against his chest. Before long exhaustion started tugging on my mind and I drifted off to sleep.
I don't know how long I was out, maybe an hour or two. When I awoke I was alone again. My bed empty. My hips aching; but it wasn't a bad a bad ache. I felt good. I yawned glancing around the bathroom door was closed the only open door leading into the hallway. "Jax"?"
No one answer. Great a one night stand? Or well day I wondered as I glanced out the window the sun glowing in. I sighed pulling my clothing back on and wandering out into the hallway, Blizzard was asleep on the sofa. Some guard dog he was, but overall the house was empty front door was closed but not locked and no notes or anything. I growled storming into the kitchen grabbing a day old burger I got on the drive down here. I couldn't really explain how I was feeling slightly used, but then at the same time satisfied. I sighed looking down at the cup of empty water on the table...empty?
Where was my cell phone? Panicked ripped through as i ran for the garage, nothing. I bolted for the front closet looking through the shelved. My vest was gone as well. He robbed me.
AN: Oh no really Jax? More to come.
