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Summary: What if the Sons had a female member? Follow Jax and Jaz as they try to preserve their father's legacy in Samcro. This will take some things from the show but won't really follow the seaons. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Outlaws

The sound of a rumbling Harley engine cut through the quiet of the darkening twilight. The rider was in a hurry and had the throttle pulled back almost as far as it would go. Clad in black leather the rider looked like a modern day knight and the Harley a new take on a steed. The pavement with its yellow lines passed by in a blur underneath the powerful machine.

The rider finally slowed once the cheery sign that announced welcome to Charming passed. It would never do to hit something or someone on the main drag while going that fast. The MC got enough gruff from law enforcement as it was without adding to the problem.

Charming's main street looked like it was ripped right out of a Rockwell painting, small town USA at its finest. There was really no other way to describe the place. In this day and age for a place to still be that simple defied logic.

At the far end of the main strip the rider finally reached their destination when they pulled into the compound where Teller-Morrow garage and the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse resided. The bike was slowed and then carefully backed into place next to the other Harleys that were assembled there.

Once the bike was safely in place the rider pulled their helmet off to reveal long chocolate brown locks, she had a pair of dark blue eyes with flecks of gold in them. As she got off the bike she placed her helmet on one of the handlebars and pocketed the key. It was a pretty rare thing to see a female driving a bike at the Teller-Morrow complex; it was more normal to see one on the back of a back riding on the bitch seat. There was no shortage of Crow eaters hanging around to perform such a feat so it wasn't unusual for one of the guys to be giving their latest conquest a ride.

The young woman had a moment of indecision as she looked between the garage and the clubhouse. Her mind was made up for her when a tall older woman with brown hair with blonde highlights came down the steps that led to the garage office. She sighed and shook her head before taking long strides that would lead her to the garage faster.

"Hey, Ma," The young woman greeted the older woman with a kiss on the cheek.

Gemma Teller Morrow lit up a cigarette and blew a long stream of smoke out of her nose before addressing her daughter. "Hi, baby girl, where ya been?" she asked her face alight with curiosity.

The younger woman shrugged. "I went out for a ride to clear my head of all the bullshit that's been going on in it lately." She explained.

"Well, you're late for church and knowing them the way I do they either started without you or they are getting drunk." Gemma informed her bluntly as was her manner.

The woman rolled her eyes. "Club business first which means they are in church, but they are probably getting a start on getting drunk. Jax would have insisted that they wait for me." she replied.

"You better get going before Clay gets pissed." Gemma advised her. Her eyes all the while searching for signs of what could be wrong with her only daughter.

She chuckled and pushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "That wouldn't be the first time." And then she noticed the look that her mother was giving her. "Don't worry, Ma, there is nothing seriously wrong with me. Keep Ma grizzly in her cage for a little while it'll be good for her to learn some restraint." She joked.

Gemma kissed her daughter on the cheek. "Just go to church and get out of my hair." She said rolling her eyes. Like the younger woman bought that act she knew that her mother lived for her kids and to meddle in their affairs.

She started to walk away and then threw over her shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you talking, woman." she was glad that she was far enough away that her mother couldn't get her hands on her. Instead she laughed when she was flipped the bird as she walked into the clubhouse.

"You are such a cheeky bitch." Gemma called after her, but she knew that she was being ignored.

A group of rather unscrupulous looking men sat around an ornately carved redwood table. The center of table had been cut out in a representation of the Grim Reaper holding a crystal ball in one hand and a scythe with a M16 for handle in the other. It was also the patch that was on the back of their cuts.

"Damn it, Clay, we should just get this show on the road. We're cutting into my drinking time here, the pussy will be here any minute." Tig Trager the Sgt. At Arms bitched. He was blue eyed with unruly black curly hair.

"Waiting a little while longer won't hurt." Juice Ortiz stated automatically. He was a young Puerto Rican with a Mohawk and tribal tattoos on the sides of his head. He was the club's intelligence officer and tech guru.

"You would say that like the good loyal little lapdog that you are." Piney Winston commented with a scoff. The old man was white headed and had to be on oxygen around the clock. That however didn't stop him from lighting up a joint and puffing away on it.

"The rules are simple be here on time." Bobby Munson threw out there banging his fist on the table. His dark hair was a long mass of kinky curls. He was the club secretary and he took care of the financial matters.

"I say that we give a little bit of a break on that rule." Chibs Telford said in his brogue. The Scot had dark hair that was gray on the sides.

Clay Morrow the club's gray-headed president sat at the head of the table. He had heard just about enough of all the arguing. Sometimes he thought he was in charge of a group of little boys instead of grown men. He just sighed; he was going to let the matter pass until he saw his vice president go to open his mouth. He held up his hand to silence the blonde headed young man sitting to his left. "We'll wait five more minutes and then we'll start." He announced settling the matter once and for all.

At that moment the young woman who had pulled up front on the bike walked into the room.

"Speak of the devil there she is." Opie Winston announced with a smile. As usual he had his brown hair hidden under a stocking cap. His blue eyes lit up upon seeing the young woman walk into the room. They had been friends for as long as they had been alive.

Jax Teller laughed and shook his head. "Where ya been, Jaz?" the blonde haired blue eyed young vice president asked his sister and then he noticed that her cut was absent. "And more importantly where the fuck is your cut?"

Jasmine 'Jaz' Teller rolled her eyes at her twin brother and then held up her hand in a sign for him to wait a minute. She snapped her fingers "Juice, cut," she ordered brusquely.

Juice stood with her cut and put it on her when she spread her arms. "There you go, Jaz." He said with a huge grin that he couldn't quite contain.

Jaz shrugged into her cut and bit her lip to hide the grin she felt forming at Juice's behavior. She had a soft spot for the young tech guru, a soft spot that often led her to his bed or her dragging him to hers whichever struck her fancy at the time. "I was busy and Juice was holding onto my cut, so he could feel useful for a change." She answered her brother sending a wink in Juice's direction.

"Busy with what?" Clay asked gruffly. In his mind club business came before all else.

Jaz rolled her dark blue eyes as she sank down in the chair at the left hand of her brother. "Don't worry, Clay, it's nothing that will in any way, shape, or, form blow back on the club." She told her stepfather. Sometimes it was hard as hell being the only female member of Samcro, but she pulled it off well. The Men of Mayhem patch that was on the right chest of her vest signified that she was more than capable of holding her own, that particular article had been on her vest since the moment that she was patched into the club. Above that patch was one that read Speaker. In the hierarchy of things she was third in command after the president and vice president.

Her essential function was to coordinate things between all the chapters of the clubs. They took her title from Speaker of the House in politics who was also the third in command if something should happen to the president. Patching her in had been a hard fought over decision, but her actions for the club and the fact that her father was the co-founder pretty much ensured her membership. Thus far though she was the only woman in any chapter of the Sons and if the guys had anything to say about it, it would stay that way. They didn't mind her being around much, but then again she was a special case. She had proved time and time again that she belonged at that table.

"Could we please address the cluster fuck that went down with gun deal last night? I really want to get out of this room before it gets too late to get shit faced." Tig asked with a sigh. If it were possible for a professional killer to pout that's what the look on his face now would be called.

"Fuck, Tig, give her a minute to get her bearings she just got here." Juice said jumping to Jaz's defense.

Tig rolled his eyes before glaring at the younger man. "Just because she uses your dick to satisfy her urges every once in awhile doesn't make you her old man. You don't have to play the loyal little lap dog all the time." He taunted him.

"Enough," Clay barked out slamming the gavel down when Jaz went to say something in retaliation. He had had enough of their bullshit for one day. "Jaz, you were there last night. Please explain to me what the fuck happened with the drop." He said turning his gaze to his third in command.

"A cluster fuck," Jaz answered in her usual flip manner. She could be a miniature version of her mother when she wanted to be.

"Damn, be a little more specific, sis, we all already figured that out, we have no guns and no money for them." Opie explained to the girl that he thought of as his sister. He knew that he would be in trouble for that sis crack, but it would be so worth it.

Jaz glared at Opie and flipped him off before she even thought about going into further detail. "Jax was there last night too, I don't know why you're all looking at me for answers." She bitched. She didn't know why when things went wrong they all looked at her to figure out why it was fucked up.

"Aye, Lass, we only ask you because we know that you're smarter than Jackie Boy." Chibs threw out trying to pour oil on troubled waters.

Clay arched his eyebrow and turned to give his vice president and speaker a sharp look. "Well, it was a simple deal that we've made dozens of times. Things should have gone down smoothly just like they always do." He pointed out to them.

"Things went fine on my end at first. I made the handoff and Laroy was getting' ready to tell them to give Jaz the money. The next thing I know this old car rolls up and bullets start flying, somewhere in the madness the managed to make off with the guns." Jax explained. He handed the cigarette that was in his hand over to his sister when she went to take it from him.

Jaz took a drag off the cigarette and blew the smoke out of her nose before going any further. She handed the smoke to Jax when he indicated that he wanted it back. "Things from my end were fucked up pretty much from the start. I rode shotgun for Jax out to the gun drop and then I spilt off from him to go to the money drop site. Some of Laroy's guys were there waiting for me like usual. Shit got all fucked up when a low-rider pulled up and bullets started flying. A bunch of Mexicans piled out of the car, I know that one of them is carrying around a little souvenir from me in his hip. We were fuckin' ambushed by the Mayans. How they knew about the meet last night I don't know how, but the fuckers found out." she tapped the pistol in her waistband when she talked about leaving a little something in the Mexican's hip.

"Alvarez and his gang of wetbacks went too fuckin' far this time. I think that it's time we send a little message and get our guns and cash back." Bobby groused. As the treasurer it was his job to think about the bottom line.

"Retaliation needs to be smart and swift. We can't afford to get in any trouble for it." Jax threw out there. As vice president he was the future of the club and he had to think about the future of the club.

"Do I need to take a vote?" Clay asked staring him down. He could always count on getting opposition from at least one of the twins when an idea was put on the table. He sighed when he saw the look that he got from his stepson. "All in favor?" he asked. All the hands of the members present rose without hesitation. A look of bewilderment crossed his face when he saw that Jax had voted yes with the rest of the club.

A small grin came to Jax's face when he saw the look on Clay's face. "What? I have to keep you honest, Clay. If I don't challenge you every now and then all the power will go to your head." he joked.

"Any other business?" Piney asked hoping to move the meeting along.

Jaz raised her hand as she glared at Opie and Tig. "Yeah," she said setting her sights on Opie first. "Opie, you are never to refer to me as sis again while we're in church or attending to club business. When I sit at this table or put on this cut I'm just another brother and I expect to be treated as such." Her blue eyes were blazing with fury and if she had the power to she would have bored too holes into Opie's forehead.

"I got ya." Opie said gulping. Jaz could be scary as hell when she wanted to be and right now she obviously wanted to be. Times like now she reminded him of Gemma.

Before anyone could say anything else Jaz sprang into action again. "Oh, and, Tig, if you ever say anything about me using Juice's dick to take care of my urges again, I will cut your balls off and feed them to you for breakfast." She told him her voice as cold as steel when she spoke. Her normally warm eyes took on a steely quality as well.

Tig grinned smugly at her. "I would like to see you try, little girl." He was just trying to get a rise out of her now.

Jaz glared at him again. "Before you get up on that high I'm a marine and a hit man horse, let me remind you that I'm a marine too and I'm fully capable of doing what I just said. I've seen combat I'm not really the person that you want to fuck with." She warned him.

All the guys got a good laugh out of that; even Clay couldn't help laughing at that one. "Ok, that's enough. We better end this meeting before Jaz jumps over the table and beats the shit out of Tig." He cracked.

"Damn pup only thinks that she can beat me." Tig grumbled again setting the almost pout on his face.

Jax grabbed his sister's hand as she went to draw her gun. "No blood shed in church it would be a bitch tryin' to get the stains out." he called her down.

"You're right, Tig's not worth the price of steam cleaning." Jaz agreed with her brother. She took his cigarette from him again and took another draw off of it. She handed it back before he could protest.

"I don't know why you don't just let me light you one. It would save you the hassle of stealing it from me and I would actually get to smoke a whole cigarette in your presence." Jax had aired that complaint so many times that he had lost count over the years. He knew that in his sister's convoluted mind that if she didn't smoke a whole cigarette by herself then she wasn't really a smoker.

"I don't smoke I just like to take a drag off of yours every now and then." Jaz replied just like she always did. What she failed to take into account was the way she burned through them when she started drinking or the fact that she was always smoking Jax's cigarettes more often than not.

Juice scoffed at that. "The only thing you don't smoke is pot. You smoke more than some smokers I know." He corrected her. He saw right away that that was the wrong thing to do. The steel came back into her eyes and she all but growled at him.

"Juice, just because you're my human sex toy doesn't mean that you can talk to me like that. Keep up with me and the next time I want my needs taken care of I'll throw Chibs down and have my way with him." Jaz shot back at him.

Chibs threw his hands up in a sign of not wanting to be drug into the middle of it. "Aye, you're a mighty bonny lass, but you're not worth it. Your ma would kill me if I let you have your way with me."

Jaz took Jax's cigarette from him again. She took a long draw off of it. "Don't act like it would be the first time it happened." She said with a smirk as she blew smoke out of her nose.

Chibs banged his head on the table. "That's not never mentioning it again, lass. I thought that I was a dead man. Tig pulled a gun on me when he walked in on us together. In my defense though, you weren't wearing your colors and I was new to this chapter at the time. I thought you were just another croweater albeit a lot more classy than any of the others." he softened the insult he had dealt with a compliment.

Chibs had been patched into Samcro while Jaz had been away on a deployment and she had given her proxy to Jax to vote for her. The Scot had only been with Samcro for about a month when she had come home on leave. The majority of the brothers had been out on a run and Jax and Opie had both been too drunk to pay attention to anything that she was doing. She hadn't put on her cut that night since it was just supposed to be a small welcome home party with just the three of them.

Chibs had been on a local plain-clothes mission for the club and he hadn't been wearing his colors at the time either. One thing had led to another between the two of them as the alcohol flowed and the next thing either one of them knew Tig was waking them up his pistol pointed right between the Scot's eyes.

Jaz laughed at the memory now, but at the time she hadn't been amused at all. Tig was just like a crazy overprotective uncle to her and that was why they fought so much. "Well, it was just supposed to be Jax, Opie, and me that night. I had just gotten back from a deployment I don't even know where my cut was at the time. They didn't tell me anything about our new patch over they just gave me a list of qualifications when they asked for my vote. I didn't know that I was sleeping with our newest brother."

"Really, it was an honest mistake none of us ever came out and told you that Jaz was a girl. How were you to know that you bedded the princess of Samcro?" Bobby Elvis said taking Chibs' side, but he was shaking with laughter.

Jaz felt a lot of the tension that she had been feeling lift when she heard the room break out in laughter. "Alright, enough about my sex life, because if I share then it's only fair that Jax has to share details and we just don't have that much time in the day." She zinged her brother good.

Jax snatched his cigarette out of her hand. "Just for that you can't bum my smokes anymore." He retaliated knowing that that would hurt her.

Without warning or any hesitation on her part Jaz hauled off and punched her brother in the arm with all of her might from her seated position. "Don't be a dick, Jackie."

Jax glared at her she was the only one allowed to call him that on a regular basis instead of Jax like everyone else. He rubbed some of the sting out of his arm from where she had punched him. "I wouldn't have to be if you weren't such a violent bitch, Jazzy. This is the reason you and Tig fight so much you're both just alike." He retorted with her much-hated nickname.

"Ok, let's go put the prospect to work making some drinks before the twins kill each other." Opie suggested wisely. He groaned when he felt the duel glares of the Teller Twins upon him. He fucked up again by referring to them as the twins it had slipped his mind that they didn't like to be called that.

"Let's just get to drinkin' before Prince Jax and Princess Jaz decide to that it is necessary to kill my son." Piney barked out sarcastically. He was the only one who was able to get away with calling the pair that. He had been their father's best friend and he was basically an uncle to them.

Jaz nodded in agreement with that suggestion. "I could use a few good stiff drinks."

Gemma was out in the clubhouse waiting to ambush both of her children when they came out of the chapel. She had a scowl on her face and her hands rested firmly on her hips.

"Did you do something to piss Gemma off?" Jaz whispered in her brother's ear.

"I haven't done anything lately, this has to be something that you did." Jax whispered back.

Gemma eyeballed her twins and shook her head. "Stop coming up with a cover story you two didn't do anything for a change. Although, I did just hear about the drop last night and I'm pissed that you two didn't tell me that you got shot at." She laid into them.

"Ma, we're fine there's not a scratch on either of us." Jaz said holding her arms open to show her mother that she was fine.

"Relax just a little bit, Ma, I'm fine and the other one gets shot at for a living." Jax pointed out to his mother.

Jaz shot her brother a look. "Way to go, Jax, remind her that I left while she's already pissed." She was still in the doghouse for leaving Charming years ago.

"Sorry, Jaz, if I can save myself I'm gonna throw you under the bus." Jax replied with a smug grin and a shrug.

Gemma chose to roll her eyes at her pair of hellions. "Alright, you two, the whole fighting and making me yell at you for that so I forget what I was mad about in the first place thing doesn't work anymore. I got wise to that a long time ago." She informed them in her usual blunt manner.

Jaz looked at her brother and shrugged. "It's always worth a try."

Jax sighed and ran a hand through his mid-length hair. "Gemma, just tell us what we did to piss you off so we can apologize for it." He begged his mother.

Gemma threw her hands up in the air. She was beginning to think that both her children were hard of hearing. "I just said that I'm not pissed at you, but you two keep your shit up I will be." she told them and then she took a deep breath before going on. Dealing with her kids just wasn't good for her damn heart condition. "Dinner at the house tomorrow night and nothing you do or say is gonna get you out of it." She ordered them.

Jaz's mind was already formulating ways to get out of this. "Gee, Ma, I would love to, but I'm pretty sure I have to work." She came up with quickly.

"Bullshit, you've done tried that fuckin' excuse with me one too many times. I have a schedule of your training weekends." Gemma shot her down in flames.

"Shit, how did you get my fuckin' schedule? It was locked up in my dorm." Jaz asked. Really she should have just stopped and thought about whom she was talking to at the moment.

"Jaz, this is Gemma we're talking about. I'm pretty sure that she has a master key so she can get into both of our dorms. That's in addition to having a key to my house." Jax pointed out to his sister. He then decided to address his mother's statement. "Gemma, I'll try to be there. I have to go by the house and check on Wendy and then we probably have this retaliation thing to take care of."

"You haven't heard from Wendy?" Gemma asked her son with an incredulous look on her face. While she didn't like the junkie at all she was concerned because she was carrying her grandchild.

"She won't answer my fuckin' phone calls." Jax replied with a helpless shrug.

"That's because she knows it's you. I'll ride by and check on her right now. You just stay here with the guys and get shitfaced. I'll report back to you later." Jaz volunteered helpfully.

"Thanks, Jaz, I'll owe you big." Jax said smiling at her.

"No problem, I've got shit to sort out anyway. I really shouldn't be drinking right now, but oh well, I'll remedy that as soon as I get back." Jaz replied.

"Now you two have no excuses. Dinner tomorrow night or I will put a hit out on you two." Gemma warned them.

"Yeah, we've got it." Jax said rolling his eyes. "Jaz, I want to talk to you alone for a minute before you take off." He said grabbing his sister by the arm. They both noticed that Gemma shot them a look. "Don't worry, Ma, it's just twin stuff." He assured her as he led his sister away.

"What the fuck do you want, Jax?" Jaz demanded when her brother had drug her to the picnic table that sat outside the clubhouse.

"Are you right with what happened last night?" Jax asked her he was really concerned about her frame of mind she just wasn't acting right.

Jaz gave him a withering glare. "I'm right with what happened last night I'm just pissed that they got the drop on us and I'm even more pissed that I didn't put the wetback down with the shot I took at him." she explained hotly.

"Does that have anything to do with why Juice had your cut?" Jax asked. He worried about the fucked up relationship his sister had with the younger biker. Not that he could talk about relationships, but she was his sister and he had to protect her.

Jaz gave him a look that she only reserved for when he had asked her a stupid question. "No, I didn't fuck Juice last night if that is what you're worried about. And there is no telling what I plan on doing with him tonight. I just dropped my cut with him because I trust him with it. I had to actually do some work today and I couldn't wear it."

"Jazzy, chill, I didn't mean anything by that. I would never say anything to hurt you purposely. I could care less what you do with Juice, he knows what would happen if he did anything to hurt you. It's just we're twins and it's our job to have each other's backs." Jax reminded her.

"I know and I'm sorry I really shouldn't be such a crabby bitch all the time. I swear the older I get the more I get like Gemma." Jaz said and she cringed disgusted by the thought of being like her mother.

Jax grinned at her. "Well, now that you mention it you can be pretty Gemma like when you want to be." he teased and he was happy when he saw her crack a smile.

Jaz flipped him off and then quickly deflected the subject off of her. "So, Tara has been back in town for like three months, are you gonna talk to her?" she asked. She hadn't always approved of her brother's girlfriend's, but Tara had been her female best friend. Jax and Opie would always be tied for first as her male best friend, but it had been nice to have Tara to talk to.

"Jazzy, you know that things between Tara and I are complicated. I wish that I had half the balls you have, because if I did I would have left with her like you did. Everyone might act like they are upset with you for going away, but I'm not. I'm glad that you got out, I only wish that you would have stayed gone." Jax told her honestly.

"Jax, you know that I couldn't stay gone, I had to come back and take my spot at that table in there. I couldn't let you shoulder that burden alone. You might be the prince of Samcro, but I'm the princess and it's my job to help you keep dad's club alive." Jaz argued with her brother.

Jax shook his head. He really loved his sister she was the only woman who would take him just the way that he was and not expect anything else out of him. He looped his arm around her shoulders. "I'll tell you what, come inside with me and get shitfaced. You can worry about checking on Wendy in the morning. God knows that your ass will be up at the ass crack of dawn no matter how much you have to drink tonight."

"Hey, I'm a damn marine officer, I have to get up at the ass crack of dawn or shit gets real." Jaz said giving him a playful shove.

"Don't remind me that you're the only one in this club that has never done time. Let's just go get drunk and forget for a little while that John Teller's legacy rests on our shoulders." Jax suggested giving her a gentle shove back.

"That sounds good to me, bro, let's get shitfaced." Jaz said excitedly.

"Not half as good as it sounds to me, sis." Jax agreed throwing his arm back around her shoulders. The twins were only ever the tender with each other. They could let their guard down when they were together.

Unbeknownst to them Gemma was watching them interact. She smiled seeing them so close. "My babies will be just fine as long as they have each other." She muttered to herself with a small smile.

A/N: Here is the first chapter I hope you guys enjoyed it.