Author's Note: Watching SOA repeats on Netflix's is a great way to unwind; especially when you have a lot on your mind. As I was watching "Seeds" from season one I was inspired to do this little one-shot (my first.) Many thanks and much love in advance to anyone who is kind enough to read and or review this little morsel of SOA daydreams. By the way, I am a HUGE fan of Jax and Tara. I love the way they have been written on the show. I love to read fan-fics about them here. However, sometimes you just have to throw in an OC here and there to keep things interesting. This is my first attempt at a Jax/OC story – so please be kind in your reviews.
Disclaimer: As always I own no one that you may recognize from Sons of Anarchy. All rights belong to Kurt Sutter/Sutter Ink/FX. I own my OC's, my plot, and anything else not associated with the genius that is K. Sutter.
Summary: Katie Vaughan spent most of her life feeling like the Teller-Morrow mascot. Having grown up with Jax and Opie they saw her as just "one of the guys." Most days she saw herself the same way they did. However, today was different – today she saw something else.
Sown Seeds….Broken Dreams
Rolling over Katie glanced at the clock. "Holy Shit" she muttered as she jumped up from the safety of her warm bed. "I'm late again" she complained as she raced around the room – looking for clean clothes. Racing to the shower as if the hounds of hell themselves we're chasing her. Within ten minutes her shower was finished and she was standing before her small bathroom mirror contemplating the face staring back at her. Her brown eyes seemed a little faded compared to the dark shadows lurking underneath. Pull the towel from her long hair; she smiled as she shook free her deep golden brown – highlighted locks. She figured it was roughly two a.m. when she agreed to let one of the girls from the café to put fuchsia highlights in her hair. Highlights that she wouldn't have normally wanted; funny what a two much vodka and orange juice will do to a girl. Brushing her hair off her shoulders, she admired her newest addition; a medium size yellow smiley face, with glasses, a hot pink beanie cap, and glasses. Happy had down a beautiful job. Happy was somewhat of an enigma. Katie new he was the club's official "killer" if you will, but also had a decent side that not everyone had the privilege to know. When she asked Happy to do the tattoo and wording without saying anything; she knew that he would keep his word and say nothing. When she told him that she wanted the words to say "Non compass mentis; his only response a simple raised eyebrow and a shrug of the shoulders before settling to work. Drying off she quickly slung her towel over the shower rail. Slipping into her best pair of "skinny" jeans; as skinny as they get when your packed full of thick curves, she raced back to the bedroom to find a bra and top. Digging through her dresser she finally found what she was looking for her, her favorite old black and cotton candy pink baby doll top. Slipping the top of her over her head, she tugged and adjusted the soft cotton material on the back to the mirror. Coming to stop in front of the mirror she took a moment appreciate the way the material draped down her body. With a final soft tug of the wide straps and deep V-neck she adored the way the old top fit across her full cleavage.
Squeezing a little mousse into the palm of her hand she bent over from the waist to quickly finger tousle her long hair. Upright once more she paused as second to admire her tousles in the mirror. Scooping her brush from the cluttered vanity; she pulled together a quick, easy, if somewhat messy bun. Five minutes later, with the help of a little pink lip gloss, some powder, and mascara she was grabbing her boots and heading out the door to her jeep.
Climbing into the front seat she slammed the door and raced from the driveway. Sitting at the corner stop sign she waited for traffic to clear. Gazing around the interior of the truck – she groaned. She really needed to clean it up a little. She did have a home after all – it wasn't like she lived out of her truck. Opie and Jax had been on her for months to get rid of the jeep for something better, but she adamantly refused. This 'ol' girl was her baby – together they had seen a lot of shit and lived to tell the tale. Patting the dash board with a loving hand she giggled, "Jax and Op don't know what they're talking about do they baby girl?" With that she cranked up the volume on the radio and finished the short ten minute ride over to Teller-Morrow.
Zipping into the parking lot, she parked the jeep across from the main office and quickly gathered her bag. It was her day off from the diner and she had promised Gemma that she would cover the office at TM so that she could spend the day at St. Thomas with Abel. The thought of Jax's new born baby boy brought a sad smile to her lips. She had been at the hospital the night he was born. She had witnessed first-hand the devastation written on her best friends face. Her heart broke as she watched him order Gem to stay with the kid and he raced off to punish the junkie dealer selling to his crack whore ex. It was Katie's door that Jax knocked on at two a.m. drunker than hell and scared for the well-being of his brand new baby boy.
She wasn't naïve by any means. She knew Wendy was an addict, but that didn't change the fact that once upon a time she had tried to befriend Wendy for Jax's sack. Although she and Wendy and drifted apart; hell they were never really like best friends or anything to begin with. She simply could not be in the Gemma camp of "death to Wendy" to now. Although she didn't deserve him, she was still the mother of Jax's child. Whatever happened next was up to Jax. Katie just hoped Jax knew how much support he had where Abel was concerned.
"Speak of the devil" she thought as she spotted Jax standing at one of the open shop bays. He appeared to arguing with a customer. Within seconds the customer was storming away from Jax and right towards her. She recognized the guy as a club "wanna-be" she couldn't remember his name but she had seen him around more than one club party. Rumor was he had tried to prospect once but washed out. Now he just kind of hung around trying to impress the crow-eaters who couldn't land themselves a real brother. Seconds before she reached the office door he stopped her.
"Kate…Kate…Kate how good it is to see you again," he murmured reaching out to touch her bare arm.
Katie cringed, she hated being called Kate; her name wasn't Kate it was Katie. "It's Katie," she replied hurriedly annoyed, "I'm running a little late – if you would excuse me," she replied firmly but as politely as she knew how.
"Kate…Katie really what does it matter. I mean you say tomato…I say tomato, it's really all the same thing right?" he asked with a sleazy confidence that made her stomach twist.
Removing his hand from her arm she smiled her best small-town girl smile "No it is not, now if you will excuse me as I said I'm running a little late."
Looking at the spot where his hand had just rested against her arm – he reached for her once more "You and I really should get together some time Kate. I just know that we could have a real good time together."
Frustrated she sighed "Thanks but no-thanks not interested."
Growing frustrated at being shut down he smiled a little cold and eerie. Just because you get to hang with the "royal" family around her don't make you special bitch" Lost in his little tirade about uppity ass women who needed to learn their place he failed to hear Jax approach. Coming up behind him on the left Jax carelessly laid his hand across the smaller man's shoulder "Hey Katie!" he exclaimed without really looking in her direction. Focusing on the younger man he asked "Is there a problem Eric?"
Glancing at Jax Eric was angry, "of course the crown prince had to rescue his precious bitch," he thought angrily. He wondered what the relationship was between the two. Were they really just the best friends / brother sister team they claimed to be or was the crown prince hitting that on the down low. Raising his hands in mock surrender, "no problem here Jax – no problem at all" he exclaimed as he moved away from the duo Calling back over his shoulder he smiled "See ya around Kate."
"Ughhh! That man makes my skin crawl. Thanks Jax I appreciate the save," Katie smiled as she wrapped her arm around his waist for a brief quasi-hug.
Jax, Opie, and Katie had been running together for as long as anyone could remember. Katie's mother used to work for Luann her father was a close "friend" of the club. Hell he knew that brothers, crow-eaters, and friends of the club alike had all taken bets on long it would be before Katie eventually hooked up with one or both of them. Truth was Opie had Donna and Jax; well Jax had a hard time thinking of Katie as that kind of woman. She was the runt little sister he never had. She was more like the club mascot than a woman a man really looks at. So if all of that were true then why did he have to force himself to look away instead of looking down her cleavage? Returning her gentle squeeze he took a step back and looked at her. Those damn jeans clung to her curvaceous frame like a second skin; leaving no doubt that she carried a little extra "junk in her trunk." The soft cotton of her top flowed around her body – soft like a lover's caress. What red-blooded American man wouldn't notice her? "So what," thought Jax "She's a free, single, woman over the age of eight-teen; if she draws attention that is her business not his. Jax knew all of that were very true; what he didn't understand was why it pissed him off so damn much. He wasn't her father, old man, or her lover so why did he care. Next to Opie she was his best damn friend. This did nothing to explain why her cleavage had his jeans shrinking two sizes too small.
An emotion he couldn't quite put his finger on coursed through him hot and rapid. Rather than try to define it he went with over protective bastard "You know you shouldn't dress like that when you come to the lot!"
Stepping away from him, Katie gazed down at what she was wearing "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she a little indignant.
"Nothing….Nothing at all" replied a sarcastic Jax "if your goal was to have your tits on display for the entire world to see."
Instantly Katie felt her anger raise "Jackson Teller, that scuzzy ass excuse for a man hits on me and suddenly that's my fault. I'm not dressed any different than any other woman that comes or goes from this lot. You want to explain to me how this is my fault?"
"Easy" he started feeling sure of his reply "your family not some easy ass crow-eater."
"I'm going to pretend you just didn't compare me to a crow-eater and instead remind you that your ex-wife dressed like this or worse every damn time she walked onto this lot."
"Well yeah," began Jax "but as you pointed out she is my ex-wife and need I remind you a junkie whore!"
Angry now Katie spied Gemma standing in the office doorway watching there heated exchange. "I can- not believe you Jax." Stepping away from him she walked away before she could say or do something she would most certainly regret later.
Jax stood rooted to his spot, watching her ass sway as angrily stormed off. What in the hell has possessed him to go at her like that? Honestly there really wasn't really anything wrong with the way she was dressed. So why was he so pissed about it?
Gemma watched Katie storm away from her son. She smirked knowingly as she watched Jax eying Katie's figure as she walked away. "So" thought Gemma "my son is not as immune to Katie as he would like everyone to think. Good to know," she laughed quietly to herself.
Entering the office, Katie apologized for being late. Gemma reassured her it was no big deal as she hurried around gathering her stuff before heading off to the hospital. Stopping quickly she hugged Katie reminding her not to worry that Jax would get over whatever his major malfunction was. Katie laughed knowing he would. Katie made Gemma promise to update her fully on Abel's condition when she returned to the lot. With that said Gemma was off and running to the hospital – leaving Katie to manage the front office.
Business was slow that day. Katie took in payments for a couple of oil jobs, a brake job, and gave out a couple of parts quotes over the phone. By four o'clock business had slowed to a crawl. Closing the office door, she decided to go look for Jax. She hated when the fought, he was the one who owed her the apology, but she would be the one to break the ice. As she entered the clubhouse she noticed that whore crow-eater heading down the hall towards the dorms. Stopping at the bar she asked Half-sack if he knew what she was doing at the club house headed for the dorms. "I over-heard Chibbs say that Jax was looking for her I think."
"Jax really…you're sure?" she questioned a little further.
Anxious to shower and wash off the feel of cemetery dirt from his skin – Half-sack nodded absently before leaving and heading toward a dorm room himself. Katie stood at the bar absently watching Half-sack walk away. Curious she decided to wonder down the hall-way herself. As she approached Jax's door she felt her stomach plummet. She could hear the heavy breathing and the deep moans coming from the other side of the door. It didn't take an Einstein to figure out that Jax was in there banging around with that cheap crow-eater. Stunned Katie stood rooted to her spot for long seconds before turning and angrily storming back to the office. Lost in her own thoughts she angrily swiped at the one or two single tears that escaped down her cheeks. She heard someone call her name, but chose to ignore it in favor of her anger. As she slammed back into the office she gave into her anger. How dare he just a mere few hours ago judge the way she dressed and then go off and take up with some cheap ass crow-eater. She was surprised and further angered by her reaction to all of this; it hurt her in a way she didn't expect. Jackson Teller wanted to make judgments about her and the decisions she made; well the boy may want to look out cause he damn sure hadn't seen anything yet!
Author's Note: I took a little creative license with the events from Season one's Seeds episode. This was just a little one-shot wouldn't leave me alone. I think it has the potential to be a full own story, but I have other works to finish first and foremost before that could ever be a possibility. In any case I hope that someone out there takes the time to read and review. As always I look forward to all thoughts and opinions. Thanks much one and all - xoxoxox OZ