Being a Son
Rated: M for mature situations. Basically, if you can't watch the show, you shouldn't read this fiction.
Disclaimer: The Sons of Anarchy and all that is contained within the television show belongs to Kurt Sutter. Me no own, you no sue.
Summary: When they were about to finally be together, she was stolen from him. Everyone says he's a cold, merciless killer, but does he have enough heart to save her?(BTW, Edie is pronounced ee-dy, not like Eddie)
Prologue
4 years ago...
She was his. She had to have known it. So why the hell was she talking to that little prick? Sitting across the picnic table from him, laughing and joking. Didn't she know that the minute she was legal, he was inking her? He glanced at the clock. 4:30 in the afternoon. Quittin' time. He stared at her some more, smoking and staring- what he was good at.
Clay walked up to him, slapped him on the back and said, "Dinner tonight, brother. Go wash up. Be there at seven sharp or Gemma'll have your nuts."
He just nodded and threw his cigarette down, squashing it with the toe of his boot. He looked up at her again. Her old man was with them now, no doubt pulling her away from the Prospect. Obviously the old man didn't like their flirting anymore than he did. Her father led her away to her car where he opened and closed the driver's door for her, controlling her movements until the last possible moment. The guy didn't mean any harm, that was just his way. The old man went into the clubhouse as she drove away. The Prospect, watching the whole thing too, came over to him.
"Man, he hates my guts even more now. He's gonna have my balls in a vice tomorrow," said the younger man. He just put his hand on the younger's shoulder and said "Juice, she's off limits, man. Even if she was legal, she's off limits."
"Somebody got a claim to her?" Juice was puzzled.
The man nodded and said, "Yeah." He walked away toward his dorm. He had to shower and trim before dinner that night.
"Who?" Juice called after him. The man just ignored the Prospect.
In his room, behind the walls that hid him from the rest of the club and the people who looked to him for strength, he could relax and unwind. And after that little stunt she pulled with Juice, knowing full well he was there, he needed a little release.
He climbed into the shower, setting it on scalding, and closed his eyes, letting his mind take him somewhere else. To a cabin in the middle of the woods, no one for miles where a little woman with dark hair and bright green eyes sucked him off after he had just fingered her into oblivion.
He closed his hand around his flesh, pumping and squeezing, imagining her on her knees with her mouth on him, moving and sucking up and down, up and down. Her right hand squeezed around his base, keeping his orgasm at bay while her left played with his sack.
He could feel the pressure building and the coil tightening and just as he was about to cum, he felt her rub her knuckle just on the underside of his balls and he lost it. He let go and could almost feel his seed shoot into her mouth. And she would swallow all of it, because she loved it and she loved him.
He reluctantly opened his eyes and looked down at his hand where the sticky mess was washing away under the hot spray. 'Just two more years,' he thought. Just two more years of jacking off in Charming and whores on runs and then she would be his. He'd deal with her old man when the time came, but there was no denying it and no hiding it- she would be his.
Dinner that night at the Morrow's was just like any other dinner. Family gathered around the table, stuffing their faces with her fantastic home cooking and talking the night away, worries left at the back door.
She was sitting next to him, picking at her food, smiling when someone would talk to her. But like him, she was usually quiet.
After dinner when the men had migrated to the living room, Gemma came out of the kitchen with replacement beers. He declined, thanking her anyway and headed out back through the kitchen door, past her. He walked to the side of the house that lacked windows except for the one from the bathroom that was up high near the ceiling.
After a minute, he heard the door open and close and the crunch of gravel as she followed him around the house- just as he knew she would. When he saw her, bundled in a large sweater, arms wrapped tightly around herself, he felt a pull in his chest. He hadn't ever wanted to feel this again but this girl chiseled her way in and set up shop. Now not even the Orkin man could get rid of her.
When she reached him he pulled her into his arms and just held her, taking in whiffs of her hair in between puffs.
"Nice stunt today, little girl. You got my attention, just like you wanted. But don't do it again."
"It wasn't to get your attention. Juice is nice to talk to and he's teaching me about computers, stuff I need to know when I go to work at the shop. It's nothing really." Her voice was quiet and while he knew she was speaking the truth, he needed her to understand. Even though he wasn't going to touch her until she was legal, she was still off limits.
He pulled away a little and looked down at her in the moonlight. She looked so small and sad and it only made him love her more. "I'm serious, Edie. You're mine and you need to remember that. No more of this flirting shit with younger guys- I mean it. How do you think that makes me feel? I grew up with your father, I'm old enough to be your father and when I see you with little shits like that, it hurts. It makes me think that I'm wasting my time waiting for you." He watched as understanding dawned on her.
"I'm sorry, Tigger. I never meant it like that. I only want to learn about the tech shit from him, that's it. I'm sorry I hurt you, embarrassed you, made you feel like you're wasting your time. I want this- I want you, forever. I promise, no more flirting shit. You're my guy, no other, I promise." He finished his cigarette, putting it out on the side of the house and threw the butt into the dirt. He pulled her close again, kissing her softly on the mouth and then resting his head on top of hers, pulling her as close as possible.
"I know, my little Edie. I forgive you. I'll wait as long as I need to, but I need to know that at the end there's going to be something there that made all this worth it."
She looked up at him, "I promise Tigger- I'm yours. And I wouldn't want it any other way."
2 years ago...
It had been a long two years for them both. A lot of lonely showers and nights fantasizing about the other. And in one month, Edie would be 18 and then they could be together.
Lately Tig had a spring in his step when he thought about the fact that in just one short month, thirty days, his girl would be legal and then he could make her his officially.
He walked into the garage and went into the office to get his work orders and saw her there, working on the computer that Juice had taught her how to use. He smiled down at her, "Hey doll." Edie jumped a foot off her seat and Tig burst out laughing.
She smacked him on the arm and said, "Don't do that shit, Tigger."
When he was down to chuckling he leaned close to her ear, "Babe, meet me out back on your next break." He went back into the garage and got to working on the bike that one of the mechanics had put on the lift.
About an a hour later he saw her make her way from the office and around the building. He set the wrench in his hand down on the bench and motioned to a curious Chibs that he was taking a smoke break.
She was leaning against the back side of the garage, just as he had told her to. She was a good little lady. When he reached her, he lit up and took a long drag.
"So to what do I owe this impromptu secret meeting? You feeling frisky and need a little groping session?" she asked, sliding her hands under his cut and wrapping her arms around him tightly.
He chuckled and blew smoke to the side, away from her upturned face. "Naw, not this morning, babe. I needed to tell you that we're going on a run tonight. Won't be back till tomorrow night, probably early Friday morning." She nodded in understanding.
Tig woke up with a killer headache. The smell of rubber and disinfectant was strong in his nostrils. He struggled to open his eyes. When he could finally see he noted his surroundings. It was a hospital and a passed out Juice was next to him in a hard chair.
"Hey!" Tig swatted Juice's leg and the younger man woke with a start.
Juice grunted and rubbed his eyes. He looked down at Tig and said, "Oh, you're up. You've been out for two days, man!"
"Yeah, yeah. Where am I? What happened?"
Juice looked confused. "You don't remember?" Tig gave him a look. "A wetback got you from behind with a stool. Clocked ya hard, man. We got ya to St. Thomas though." Tig just nodded and looked around.
"Where's Edie?" Juice looked uncertain, almost scared about telling him. "Juice?" No answer. "Idiot, you tell me now or I'm gonna kick your ass to kingdom come when I get outta here."
Juice cleared his throat, "We, uh, we can't, um, find her." He whispered the last part so low, Tig didn't think he had heard him correctly.
"Speak up, asshole."
"Tig, we can't, um, find her." Tig just laid back, stunned. Edie was missing?
"What about Trace?" Juice looked even worse at the mention of Edie's father. "Juice..."
"Mayans got him. Funeral's next week." Trace Walker was dead, and Edie Walker was missing. They got to her while he was away, fighting to get back to her.
"Any leads on Edie?" Juice shook his head. Tig almost cried. He wanted to break down in sobs and would have, had he been alone. Edie was gone, and probably dead. His last chance at happiness was gone.
Two days previously...
"Hey sweetie, you ready to go?" Gemma popped her head into the office where Edie was inputing all of the invoices. Without Tig or her dad to cart her around, Gemma had taken it upon herself to make sure the young woman was taken care of.
"Nah, I'm not done inputting these invoices. I'll just catch a ride with one of the mechanics when they leave."
"Alright, sweetie. See you tomorrow." Gemma left Edie alone.
Edie was locking up and she felt like something wasn't right. She was supposed to catch a ride with Lowell- he had been clean for a few months. She waited outside for him for a half hour and he never showed. 'He had to pick this night to fall off the wagon?' Edie was steaming. She should have just gone with Gemma and fucked off the invoices. They weren't that important.
She pulled out her cell and dialed Gemma's number.
Ring...ring...ring-
"Hello?"
"Gemma, it's Edie."
"What's up, sweetie?"
"Lowell bailed. Can you come pick me up?"
"Sure, I'll be there in ten."
Edie started to walk toward the front gate. She would stand behind it until Gemma showed. She didn't hear them until it was too late. One grabbed her from behind while the other clocked her across her face, and then she was out like a light.
When Gemma pulled up and saw that Edie was gone, she knew something was wrong and called Clay but he wasn't answering.