Perfect life.
Summary:
AU. A highly unlikely member is among the ranks of the sons of anarchy and has become a key part of their family. Every mission pushes them further than required, alliances will be tested and relationships will change.
A/N: Hey everyone, I've recently become obsessed with sons of anarchy and about 50 different muses hit me but it seems this one always won over the rest! So here is my first crack at a SOA fic, hope it's alright. Oh yeah I need some advice on what season to start it from because although this is an AU fic I've got ideas for how to bring my OC into a lot of the episodes so I shall leave it up to you, just let me know what season you think will be best, I'm thinking definitely before season 5.
Any who I've talked enough now so I'll shut up so you can read.
It's a weird thing riding a motorbike, after a while everything slows down and the things you drive past blur into history, all that matters is the now, the wind, the feeling of the 883cc engine rumbling beneath you as you are carried further down the road. Every sense is heightened, it's at times like these when I feel invincible, like nothing could ever stop me, I know that's a stupid thought, but hey, when you're riding amongst the Sons of Anarchy you can't help it.
As we ride down the streets of charming we turn heads, we see kids staring at us in awe, parents looking at us like we are criminals, and crow eaters drooling, looking for some bad boys to mess around with.
The Teller-Morrow gates opened as we all rolled in one after another, Clay, Jax, Tig, Bobby, Chibs, myself, Juice etc. we all eased into our spaces, it still impresses me how we do this every time without communicating and without a single scratch. Then comes the routine of getting off, I release the clasp of my helmet and sit it on the drag style handle bars, next I take my snapback and flip it back round so the bill is at the front, and finally I dismount and follow the others.
We all stride into the club house, the mixed sounds of our boots and trainers hitting the floor, the permanent smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, leather and car oil hit me, this was home, even my own house didn't have the secure feeling that this place had. Juice, Chibs and I take a seat at the bar whilst Bobby sets about getting us drinks. In the distance I hear Jax mumbling about going to see Tara, Clay just nods and goes to see his old lady.
As I take the pint of beer I see Chibs knocking back his whiskey, I really need to talk to him about his drinking again but I can't be bothered with the argument right now. Juice and I share a knowing look over the rim of our beer glasses, of course he was thinking the same thing.
Taking a sip, the fizz of the drink hits the back of my throat, I've always hated fizzy drinks, I never understood how people could enjoy that feeling of your mouth and throat bubbling, it's just not natural, and even though I bitch about it all the time I am constantly drinking the crap.
We drink and chat for a little bit before the shift change at the garage, I whistle over in Tig's direction, he's got a pretty little crow eater on his lap sticking her tongue down his throat "Hey Tig! Will you untangle yourself for five minutes, we got work to do" I can only see the back of his head but I know he is rolling his eyes, he just stands up, barely giving the girl enough time to catch herself from falling. He turns smirking
"Always the responsible one" he chuckles "by the way, what's the place called where we work?" Every bloody time we do this and every single time we have the same debate. I have no idea why he makes me to say it so much, probably just his twisted idea of entertainment.
"A garage" he laughs
"Ha! Ga-ridge? You brits gotta work on your speech"
"Piss off Tigger, besides my heritage is the origin of your language, British came first dip shit" he laughs again and leans against the bar
"Well let's see, hey Chibs your British, how do you say it" Chibs looks up at us both grinning, douche is gonna say it wrong to piss me off
"Ga-" I cut him off
"The fuck does he know? He's Scottish, they say everything weird"
"Hey!" Tig, Juice and I start laughing, Chibs tries his best to look offended but joins in on the laughter.
"Well now that's sorted. Should we actually get some work done?" Tig nods and throws an arm around me and Juice and then the three of us exit the club house and walk to the workshop to get changed.
I know it's stupid but I love working at the garage, I get to work on a variety of cars and bikes, not to mention I'm the one people come to with custom paint requests, which is awesome since most people have just a vague idea of what they want so they just let me loose so I get to do my own thing. It's my version of a blank canvas I guess, I mean you give me paints and a real blank canvas, it would still be blank 5 hours later. The smooth feeling of a beautiful piece of engineering beneath me seems to inspire me I guess.
Unfortunately, I didn't have any painting to do today, nope today I had to finish a tune up on an old 1968 Chevy Camaro, I mean I adore Camaros but this piece of crap had been here at the garage more than on the road, the owner really needed to sell it, or better yet scrap the poor thing. Damn car needed everything for just "a basic tune up" as the owner put it. Oil change, three new tyres, new air filter, new serpentine belt and a new spark plug, the battery even had to be cleaned. I guess it wasn't really too much, but it seems like a waste since the car is gonna be right back here in a few weeks. Aw well, guess I shouldn't complain too much, more work means more money, plus it's a nice car even if it's dying on the inside.
Hours go by as I continue to tinker around under the hood, the three of us constantly argue over control of the music, luckily Juice and I have practically the same taste so Tig usually fights a losing battle. There's also the odd joke, tease, push and just general stupidity, we may be part of an MC but we follow the unwritten rule of work hard, play hard.
"Hey, you guys seen the coolant?" I rummage through the draws, the annoying sounds of tools bashing together as I move down the unit. I hear a pair of snickers and know the others are up to something, I roll my eyes and turn around to face the idiots, "really? Are we actually gonna do this?" Juice just gives his typical smile, boy was like a damn innocent puppy, and Tig just stands there smirking with his hands behind his back. Wow mature.
I mental curse the two of them as I walk out and round the corner where they can't see me anymore, they wanna act like kids well then that means I can teach them a lesson, I grab the hose off the wall, oh they are going to be so sorry.
Smirks suddenly fade when I come back, the hose trailing behind me "whoa hey hey, come on there's no need for that" Juice now has a nervous smile on his face, serves him right
"Gimme the coolant and I'll consider letting you two stay dry" the mischievous smirk now planted firmly on my face
"I don't think it's worth the risk" Tig grins, how his face isn't hurting by now is beyond me. Ok, as I observe the two of them I know Juice will be the easiest to break. I close the distance between us as I raise the nozzle of the hose, my hand ready on the trigger
"Whoa come on now, just take a breath" he continues to walk backwards out of the shop until his back hits a wall, my smirk widens
"You got five seconds Juicy, where's the coolant?" He stutters whilst constantly looking between me and Tig, the older man just shakes his head at him, a silent message of keep your mouth shut
"Two seconds" he's about to say something when I decide his time is up, I pull the trigger on the hose nozzle and shower my fellow hacker in freezing cold water. "Shit that's cold!" I hear Tig crying from laughter behind me, I can't hide my own laughter either.
Juice runs away and uses Tig as a shield, the guy barely notices as he is still laughing and clutching his stomach. Juice shouts from behind Tig "spray him too and I'll tell you where it is!" This snaps Tig out of his laughing fit, he squints his eyes, challenging me to even try
"Kid, you dare-" I cut him off with a smirk and the wonderful sound of the nozzle handle click is all that is heard before the sergeant at arms is being showered just as good as Juice had been.
Juice jumps out the way and decides to watch the show, now it was his turn to double over laughing.
I finish spraying Tig and aim the hose at juice with a look which tells him to go get the coolant from its hiding place. He nods, still laughing, and heads off to get it.
Tig shakes his head like a dog would after getting wet, droplets of water flying everywhere. "Kid I swear, the second you finish that car you are dead" he smirks through his words
"Sure thing. Tigger" I wink at him before walking away and putting the hose back where it belongs.
Chibs and Bobby walk out to get some fresh air but at the sight of Juice and Tig, and me putting the hose back, they start laughing.
"Wha' the hell did you two do?" Chibs asks them whilst chuckling, I walk back smiling at my handy work. Tig looked hilarious with his curly hair plastered around his face.
"They decided to hide something I want, it wasn't their best move" Bobby and Chibs laugh at that.
Juice finally makes his way over to me with the coolant at hand, "thanks, now was that so hard?" he chuckled
"nah I guess not, but it was a funny idea at the time. Guess I should really stop listening to Tig" I laugh as I take the coolant from his hand and get back to work, the rest of the TM employees decide to do the same thing.
I literally push the hood of the car back into place when the owner strolls through the gates
"Mr Dunham your just in time, I was about to fire her up" he walks towards me as I use an old rag to wipe the oil from my hands.
"Please, call me Chris" I nod with a smile "well let's see what she's got then" I pop the car door and take a seat on the custom leather upholstery. I know it's going to work but when the customer stands there I always get nervous, I cross my fingers and turn the key.
There it is, the sound of that wonderful engine. Chris smiles and chuckles "well would you look at that, sounds like her old self again" he runs a hand across the hood whilst I climb out, I hand the happy man his keys
"if you head to the office you and Gem can sort out the money" I say to the man with a small smile
"Thanks Chase, you did a great job" Chris takes off to talk to Gemma.
I smile to myself, it's always nice when someone appreciates the hard work you put in. Tig rounds the corner a throws an arm over my shoulder "not bad kid" he tips my hat backwards in a brotherly manner "well for a girl anyway"
"don't act so surprised" I shrug out of his grasp as Juice walks over, he smirks and I know Tig is doing the same. Next thing I know Juice picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, I squeal at the surprise attack, Tig stands behind Juice so he is in my line of sight
"I believe I promised you something after our little water fight, something about when you finish the car" I laugh and pull my best innocent face
"aww come on Tiggy, you and I both know you needed a shower" I feel Juice laugh before I can hear him due to his shoulder shaking, Tig just smirks and directs Juice on where to go. I can't stop laughing at these two.
"Come on Juice let me down"
"Yeah, not gonna happen" he laughs again. Juice carries me back to the club house.
Just a normal day as the only female member of the Sons of Anarchy.