This is my first attempt at a SOA fan fic, so please bear with me if I didn't get everything 100% correct. I did a lot of research of the guys ages to try and peg them down This starts before season 1, and will follow all of the seasons canon closely. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1 Cravin you like candy
Being a prospect was cool as hell and shitty as hell. It meant long ass work days like today was turning out to be. I didn't mind a little hard work every now and then but dammit this shit was never ending. The cool part were the bikes, the girls, and the guns.
"Juice, get everything ready for when we get out of chapel." Jax told me pausing outside of the door.
I nodded my head giving him a dummy salute. "Sure thing VP." All the bitch work was mine. Toilets, coffee, serving beer, human shield for the others, mechanic, and this morning I was everyone's alarm clock at 5am after we got shot at when the guys had taken me with them on a protection run. Who had shot at us, we didn't know yet.
The guys were all in chapel discussing the mornings events and I started making coffee, wiping down the bar and the few small tables we had. I didn't mind doing all of this if it meant I'd get a top rocker on my cut in a few more months. About 4 months to be exact. The life of an outlaw seemed to suit me just fine anyways. I'd been in and out of jail since I was a kid, petty thefts, low level hacking, and a few assaults.
I'd just gotten released from 6 months in the county for hacking into the DMV records and changing a few things around for a hit boss. At 23 I didn't have much interest in doing honest work. It didn't pay enough for me. Unfortunately that also meant I had to leave my life in Queens behind. My ma couldn't take it anymore, me being in trouble all the time, and my dad had never been in the picture. I knew it was better to go anyways and not involve her in any of the things I'd been doing.
So I hopped on my bike and drove. I'd always heard California was the place to be. The exact opposite of New York. I loved it here. It'd been 7 months since Tig had drug me over to his clubhouse telling me he needed some help with some computer things. We met by chance when I rolled into Charming from New York and hit it off. After doing a few small jobs for the SOA I knew I wanted to be a part of them. They were what I needed, a family. I'd had to leave everyone I knew and loved behind when I split town. So after talking it over with Jax we'd gotten Tig to agree to sponsor me to the MC. Jax had told me that they were my family now. To forget whoever I'd left behind in New York, that it didn't matter anymore. It'd meant a lot to me.
I had everything cleaned up with drinks sitting out when the guys came out of their meeting. I didn't get to sit at the table until I was a patched member and earned the privilege. "So did we figure out who shot at us?"
Jax shook his head running a hand through his hair. "No idea man, got a light?"
"Yeah sure." I replied dropping the one I kept in my own cigarette pack. "Guess I should go get started in the garage."
Clay nodded his head pushing his empty glass towards me. "Yeah you should. Its just you, Jax, and Chibs today."
"Hey how come the boss man never takes a turn putting tires on?" Tig asked pointedly. Tig avoided helping even more than Clay did.
Clay grinned. "Because the boss man earned the right to sit on his ass all day."
I chuckled with the rest, heading out from behind the bar and walking outside. I wasn't a half ass bad mechanic when I wanted to be. Having more than two hours of sleep helped. Having much of a personal life wasn't a real option either. I hadn't had a girlfriend since I was roughly 20, and never really looked for one since . Females were just something that didn't fit into this life unless you picked her up at a party. The only guys that had anything steady were Jax and Clay.
I worked on in silence in my own thoughts for most of the morning, doing odd jobs for the drive ins. Jax wasn't too bad work with, he was just as happy to work without speaking much as I was. I didn't know too much about anyone's personal life except for maybe his. And that was only because I'd helped him a few times with carrying his messed up wife home. It had to be true love to put up with a junky. I wouldn't ever do it. I didn't even like the habits I'd picked up, I couldn't imagine dealing with someone else's too.
A horn honked breaking me out of my own little world. The black Cadillac pulled up with Gemma waving to us as she headed inside the office. Gemma was exactly what every biker dreamed of. She was the most bad ass woman I'd ever met in my life. She wasn't bad looking for someone old enough to be my mother either. I wasn't dumb enough to let Clay know my opinion on his wife's appearance, he'd made it clear that his family was off limits and I'd yet to even meet all of them. He didn't seem big on bringing his little girl around, which I guess I wouldn't want my kids hanging out around us either.
I tossed the rag I was using to wipe the grease off of my hands down. "Hey Jax, I'm taking a break!" I called out to him wanting to go to the clubhouse for something to drink and snack on.
"Take your time man." Jax told me still working on the same car he'd started out with.
I headed across the parking lot to the clubhouse, glancing back over my shoulder. Two girls were getting out of Gemma's car. I paused lighting up a cigarette, trying not to look like I was staring at them. "Damn." I muttered under my breath when the girls walked to Jax laughing and talking to him. I should have stayed working.
They were hot. Gorgeous. One blonde and one brunette. The brunette really had my attention. She was shorter, a thicker build, and really pretty curls. I had no idea who they were but I wanted to find out. I took a long drag off my cigarette still observing them.
"Unless ye want Clay to bust yer head open, I'd suggest ye didn't look at his girls like that." Chib's heavily accented voice came out from behind me.
So one of them was the "little girl" he talked about all the time. "That's his daughter?" I asked in amazement tossing the butt to the ground. She definitely got her looks from Gemma then.
"The dark one. And he won't like ye looking and neither will Gemma." Chibs gave me a hard look. "You stay clear of the both of them."
Last thing I needed was trouble out of the club. I was too close to patching in. But it never hurt to look. "No worries. Just curious man." I told him grinning. "I thought she'd be… a kid."
"She is a kid." Chibs snapped back at me. "My niece is only 17."
Shit. Definitely staying away. "Oh. Shit." I laughed shaking my head. "I'll see you back at the garage." I took off inside the clubhouse before he could say anything else. I felt like a dirty old man and at 23 I wasn't even close to being a dirty old man.
I piddled around inside, drinking a couple Cokes, snacking on pretzels and surfing the net for a few minutes. Just killing time. Only two more hours until I could close the garage down since it was a Saturday. Then it was back to being Bartending Betty for these jackasses. Downing the rest of my drink I walked back out running into Clay.
"Hey Prospect, when you get done with those tires go make sure the bar is stocked." Clay ordered me smoking a cigarette. It was Saturday night time for a party.
I nodded. "Yeah. Yeah sure." I managed to reply. The man terrified me. But in a good way.
Clay looked over at me giving me an appraising glance. I knew he thought I was pretty useless and a fuck up. He was intimidating as hell. The club prez was probably one of the most bad ass men I knew. "You thinking about sticking this through?"
I nodded quickly stopping to light a cigarette. "Hell yeah." I said taking a drag. I was turning into a chain smoker hanging out around these guys.
"Good." he said waving to the girls walking our way. Perfect. Now I could get a good look at what I couldn't touch.
"Hey Daddy" the Brunette spoke hugging him.
Clay hugged her back taking the invoice from her. "Hey sweetheart. Did Mom tell you I can't make it today?"
She nodded her blue eyes looking me over along with the blondes, the blonde being a little bit more obvious about it then she was. I gave her a grin using Clay's distraction to look her over too. Jail bait had never looked as good in a pair of jeans as it did right now. She was thicker than the blonde, not fat just thicker, and had a pretty nice rack in my opinion. Her blue eyes met mine for a brief moment, causing me to instantly get a jolt of nervousness. She bit her bottom lip still checking me out.
"Juice take this back over to Jax tell him he's off by $40" Clay ordered me handing me the papers. "And tell Gemma not to take a check from them. Cash only."
I nodded "Sure thing boss." I knew as soon as I walked away I'd have four eyes on my back.
I gave the brunette one last look before I jogged off to the garage. I could see why no one ever brought her around. She didn't look like Clay that was for damn sure. The blonde was okay, but I'd always been more of a brunette type of guy. She was too skinny anyways. I glanced back over my shoulder approaching Jax.
"Here. Clay said add $40, no checks cash only." I told him holding the invoice out. "So, umm I didn't know you had a sister." I tried to sound nonchalant about it.
Jax looked up from the car he was finishing. "Yeah. Stepsister. Clay's daughter." he grinned. "What's it to you?"
I shrugged quickly and ran a hand over my Mohawk. "Just making conversation." I said defensively.
He snorted a laugh. "Sure you are bro. I'll go ahead and tell you before Clay does. Stay away from her and her friend unless you want 25 years in prison and Clay's foot in your skull."
Gemma came out from the office, stuffing papers in her gigantic purse. "I'm leaving baby." she told Jax sliding her sunglasses on. "Why don't you and the junky come by later for dinner?"
Jax sighed giving her a look. "I don't know. And stop calling her that."
Gemma just cast him a small smile and started for her car. "Me and Luann are taking Aleah shopping with her friend. Call if you need me."
Aleah. It fit her. It was a pretty name. I watched on as the black Caddy drove over to the girls and picked them up. Aleah and the blonde crawled in the back giving me a great view of both asses. I stared a moment too long though and Clay's eyes hit me. My blood ran cold and I scrambled to look busy. "Shit." I cussed going back to the tire pile to finish stacking them.
Work pretty much sucked dick the rest of the day until we closed down the garage, pulling off our uniform shirts for our cuts. Mine only said Prospect but it was better than nothing. "Juice, get me a beer." the orders started coming at me from everywhere.
I ran around grabbing them what they wanted knowing they did it just to mess with me most of the time. "You feel like coming out for a ride?" Bobby asked me guzzling on the Budweiser I'd just handed him.
"Hell yeah." I replied quickly. "Another run?" I loved that stuff. It was where all the fun was at. The adrenaline rush was sick as hell each time they invited me out. I knew I was more of a warm body than the muscle for now, but that was fine by me as long as I got to go. They were running short of SAMCRO members with Opie in jail, Kyle thrown out, and Piney disabled.
Tig smirked over at me his dark sticking up in a million different direction. "Obviously." He tapped on the bar. "Get me a drink shit head."
It was the shit like that that made putting up with this hard. Usually, I wouldn't let anyone talk to me like that. I was in no way a fighter at heart but I didn't take shit off of anyone. Even a few assault charges didn't break me from that. "Yeah. Sure." I told him going down to the other end of the bar.
"Finish that and get ready to go." Jax told me swirling his finger around in his own glass. "Bring the Glock I gave you."
I nodded shoving the drink at Tig and heading off to the dorm room I'd been using. I had a pretty nice place on the other side of town to myself but it was just easier some nights to crash here. The drive home was short but when you're up for 22hrs straight you just don't want to drive. I grabbed the gun, loaded it and put in the waist of my jeans. I'd never in my life thought I'd be shooting at people for a living. A hour later we were cruising the streets that belonged to the Mayans. And two hours later, we were heading back to our clubhouse with only a few injuries.
Aleah's pov
I was laying halfway off my bed letting the sunshine land on my face, drinking it in enjoying the peacefulness of the house. It was rarely this quiet when everyone was at home at the same time. It was even rarer for all of us to be under the same roof at once. My dad was usually gone, either at his garage or at some type of work thing.
Work thing meaning he was out doing things I never knew about, but I didn't ask to know either. Growing up with Clay Morrow as your dad meant you didn't get a lot of info on everything he did, you just knew he was alive and kicking. He wasn't a bad Dad, just a different one. I was the only kid at school whose dad was the leader of a motorcycle club which earned me major cool points once I got to high school. The Sons of Anarchy were pretty well known here in Charming.
Mom, on the other hand, was either at the garage working as my dad's secretary or here at the house trying to be super mom. She'd really backed off some though once my stepbrother Jax had moved out a few years ago. He'd gotten through to her that we were all growing up and couldn't baby us forever. At 27 and 17, she'd finally decided to cut the cords on both of us.
"Aleah?" I heard Mom's voice come through the door as she rapped on it.
I knew my quiet wouldn't last. "I'm up Mom." I sighed rolling over, sitting up just as she opened the door.
Mom instantly started picking up laundry off the floor throwing it in the basket. She was already dressed and had her dark hair fixed with a full face of make up. "If you want me to take you and Jessica shopping you better get up. Dad left early for a work emergency." she caught my eye and smiled at me her dark eyes warm.
I nodded pushing the yellow blanket back stretching. "Yeah we do. I think she's still asleep. I thought Dad was taking the day off to come with us?."
I walked over to the closet grabbing jeans and the first shirt I saw. Light pink plain shirt. I didn't go for flashy. Flashy was more of my mom's style. Leather, black, and tight were usually her main requirements. Maybe we had different taste because she wasn't actually my mother.
"He wanted to, but you know how it is. Things happen." She said watching me rifle through my stuff before trudging into the bathroom that adjoined to the guest room next to it. "Wake her up or she gets left." Mom said giving me a look. And she meant it. When Gemma Teller told you move your ass, you better do it.
I nodded knocking once before I flung open the door. "Ohhh Jesss!" I sang out plopping down on the small twin bed as hard as I could. "Get up!"
I heard a small groan as the bump in the dark blue comforter moved around. "Trust me I am up. Pops and Mama Gemma aren't exactly quiet in ummm, showing their love for each other in the morning." she said poking her head out of the sheet her blonde hair looking like a stack of hay.
Knocking made us both jump. "We're up!" we snapped at the same time before laughing.
"20 minutes or I'm shopping for you.!"
I rolled my eyes and stood up running my hands through my long dark hair. "Come on. Let's get ready for a fun filled day of hanging out with my mother."
My mom wasn't really too bad to be around. She would do anything, and I mean anything for us kids. Especially her Jax. She wasn't actually my mom, but I knew she deserved the title more than the lady that had given birth to me. Gemma had raised me since I was 4 and my mom couldn't take care of me anymore. Dad was too busy for a toddler so it fell on her to handle all of us on her own. She treated me like her own daughter and I knew in her eyes I always would be. They were both way harder on me than they were Jax, but I guess it was the sexism in the family. I had a whole list of don'ts and Jax grew up wild as hell.
A hour later after we'd primped, Jessica more than me of course, the girl was a living Barbie doll, we piled into the caddy and headed to the garage to grab cash from my Dad. Jessica absolutely loved when we took her with us. We'd been friends since kindergarten, and for the past year almost inseparable. She stayed at our house more than hers, and my parents kinda took her in helping her out like she was theirs.
We looked completely opposite of each other. I was a brunette with blue eyes, she was blonde with green eyes, I was built thicker, not fat but a bigger body type, and she was a walking stick with boobs. Personalities were way different too. I was quiet, she was loud. But we had the same taste in guys. Which is why neither of us complained when we pulled up and Mom told us to get out that it'd be a few minutes.
It was busy with the men in my dad's MC working at a past pace. Every bay had a car in it and the tow truck was gone. Growing up I'd thought it was the coolest thing ever that my dad drove it until I started to get older and see him on his Dyna. The guys here were all like family to us.
"Hey Lee-Lee!" I heard my brother's voice call out from the beat up old Ford Escort that was pulled into one of the bays of the garage. He was leaned over the motor waving at us his blonde hair caked in motor oil.
I nudged Jess "Come on." I whispered. "The guys are over there." There wasn't usually much to look at considering how old they all were but sometimes we got lucky.
She grinned grabbing my hand as we walked over. "Hey handsome." she said flirtily to Jax.
He gave a wink back grinning. "What are you kiddos doing here?" he said wiping his hands off on a rag before giving me a one armed hug.
"Mom said she needed to hit Dad up for cash." I said rolling my eyes. "I think she's more interested in shopping for herself than me."
Jessica was still staring at him, looking at him in a way that disgusted me. She'd always had a crush on him. The fact that he was married to his junky whore didn't phase her at all. "We don't mind the stop." She said leaning up against the car flipping her hair.
He rolled his eyes as he scribbled on an invoice. "I'm sure you two don't." he ripped the paper off of the pad and handed it to me. "Can you take this to Clay to double check for me? Tell him I'm finishing up now."
I nodded motioning for Jessica to follow me through the maze of tires, oil, and random motorcycle parts. Cleanliness didn't seem to be on a biker gangs list of priorities. "Don't fall." I warned her stepping through a pile of what I dubbed kitty litter, aka spill cleaner, as I spotted my dad standing outside the clubhouse smoking.
"Dammnnnnn…" Jess breathed beside, seeing what I saw at the same time.
A very hot, very young prospect. "Geez, don't make it obvious." I hissed to her as she stared. It was hard not to though. He was the best looking prospect I'd ever saw since I was old enough to actually care. He had dark tan skin, a Mohawk, and tons of tattoos down his muscled arms. He wasn't a big guy, but there was something about him that had my attention. He looked menacing but kinda like a puppy at the same time.
"Who is he?" she whispered as we were feet away from my dad.
I racked my brain. I didn't usually ask my dad who any of the guys were around his clubhouse. Dad didn't really like for me to hang out inside, he said I didn't need to be around any of the stuff that went on there. I knew he was involved in something illegal, but what I had no idea and no one ever offered to tell me. I wasn't stupid and I was no angel, but if it made my dad happy to pretend to be innocent then so be it. The only MC members I had anything to do with were the older ones that I grew up with as Uncles. Or in Opie's case, a brother.
"No idea." I whispered back as we approached the white haired man wearing sunglasses. "Hey Daddy." I said smiling and hugging him breathing in the smell of his leather cut.
Dad gave me a tight hug back, looking tired and grumpy. "Hey sweetheart. Did Mom tell you I can't come today?" he said taking the invoice I held out to him.
The prospect stood beside him, looking nervous and half ass scared. I glanced at him giving him a small smile as I let my eyes rake over him. He looked even better up close up. I'd never in a million years make a move though. Dad would kill me or Jess if we even made the attempt to hook up with one of his guys. The prospect gave me a goody grin back returning the checkout slyly.
I nodded kicking some gravel around with the tip of my sequined covered TOM. "Yeah, its okay. I understand." I told him. "Maybe next time." Next time almost always got canceled with him. It was club then family for him. Annoying and hurtful, but true.
"Juice, take this back over to Jax and tell him he's off by $40." Dad said writing on it. "Then tell Gemma I said not to take a check from them. Cash only."
Juice. I almost laughed when I heard his name. Who the hell gets a nickname like that? Juice the prospect nodded and took off with the invoice glancing at me then Jess one last time. "Sure thing boss." He said his voice fitting him perfectly. The back view of him was as good as the front.
"Where'd he come from?" Jessica asked trying to sound innocent as she looked after him too.
Dad shrugged lighting a cigarette. "From around. Just another damn kid trying to get in. No one for you two to be worried about." he said pointedly. "Don't you two have some school shit to go get?"
Jess shook her head her green eyes looking sheepish. "I'm just going for the ride Pops." she told him with a small smile.
Dad glanced down at me asking me a silent question. I shook my head at him knowing what he wanted to know. Jessica's family wasn't exactly poor. But they weren't exactly doing okay either. I knew she didn't have any money with her to buy anything. Most of the stuff she had now was stuff Mom picked up for her.
He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet opening it up. "Here." He said handing her the bills. "Nothing slutty, tight, or short." he told her laying down the same rules I had for wardrobe. Dad pretty much expected me to dress like a nun. In his mind, I was still 3 and not supposed to look like an actual woman. At 17 it was getting ridiculous.
Jess bit her bottom lip, looking embarrassed. "You don't have to-" she started to say before he cut her off.
"I know I don't have to." he said giving her the same look that scared grown men. "Just take it and get what you need."
A horn honked interrupting the conversation. "Your Mom's ready." Dad said squashing out his cigarette. "Don't bleed me too dry." he joked walking to the black Cadillac with us to see Mom.
I crawled in the tiny backseat with Jess crawling in beside me. "Why don't you grab some stuff for Lowell while you're already there?" I heard him telling Mom.
Lowell was another castoff my parents tried to help whenever they could. His dad used to work for mine and apparently he'd made him promise that he'd take care of him. Dad took it to heart so whenever Lowell needed a job, Dad gave him one, when he needed stuff for school he got it. Every now and then Lowell would come stay a few nights at the house with us.
"Sure thing baby." She told him leaning her head up to kiss him.
Blech. They acted like they were teenagers sometimes. Jess elbowed me and jerked her head to the side discretely. I followed her lead and got another glimpse of the Mohawked biker boy rolling tires around. Too bad it'd never happen even if he was cute.
The 3 boyfriends I'd had weren't anything close to being bikers which made the parents happy. I'd been told a million times that they had high hopes for me. I just wasn't sure I wanted the same things for me that they did. I felt pretty content to stay in Charming, they wanted me to graduate this year and go off to college since Jax didn't go. At 18 he'd joined the MC our dads had founded and was living the life they didn't want for me.
A/N- The first chapter is always a little bleh in my opinion, but please stick with it, the club drama starts happening soon, along with some fluff stuff. Its worth sticking it through :D Thanks for reading and please review even if its to tell me to sucks, I welcome constructive criticism.
