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The sun had just barely started leaving a pink hue in the sky, the birds just barely starting to sing their songs. Everyone was still inside their homes, resting from the previous days activities. The small farm just outside Charming, California, bordering Bear Creek near Morada, was just barely starting to stir.
She awoke to the sounds of chickens looking for their breakfast, and cats using the side of her window as a scratching post. Groaning as she rolled to her side to look at her alarm clock, she hid her ocean colored hair back under the covers as she realized it wasn't even 5 o' clock in the morning yet. After 15 minutes of failed attempts at more sleep, she figured she could find a few things to do around the house before her 10 hour day at work. So, throwing the gray sheets back, she got out of bed with a yawn and a stretch, and headed to the kitchen where she'd mix up a cup of hot chocolate to start the day.
While she was waiting for the farm fresh milk to steam, she walked over to where her current project was. Two full wooden pallets and a couple of scratch pieces were hap-hazardly strewn across the old hardwood floors. Once she heard the sound of the spin timer go off, she got up to grab her mug of cocoa. She brought the 'Stig' embalmed mug back to her work table and set to screwing the wheels to the final piece of her desk chair.
She was so engrossed in her current project, that when she heard a loud yip by her hip, she startled. Turning to look down, she saw her beloved Joker staring up at her with those beautiful blue eyes and the look that earned him the name in the first place: tongue lolling out the side of his signature pitbull smile, head chocked to the side.
"You hungry buddy?" She asked. She was responded with another yip, and the sound of more little dog toe nails slowly pattering to her location. "You too, Bart?" A low woof answered her question, so she headed to where the two food bowls were. After feeding both her husky/pitbull mix and her 10 year old golden retriever, she remembered she should probably feed the rest of the animals on her little farm.
Once all of the 4 horses, 2 goats, a cow, some barn cats and 12 chickens were fed, she went back inside the old farmhouse to take care of herself. She threw her teal hair in a top knot, and threw on some ripped, lace skinny jeans, and a hoodie and left to her car.
Working at 'Charming Pets' was actually indeed, charming. When she first got the job, the shelter was in an old brick firehouse that happened to be standing. The interior was all concrete, gray walls and temporary kennels set up with no designated area for different pets. After 6 months on the job, McKinnley took it upon herself to fix up the place, and actually make it charming. The shelter now had designated halls for different animals. The dog kennels were concrete blocks with plexiglass doors and cute name tags and the livestock section was made from beautiful old barn wood. And finally after living in Charming for 2 years, her life was where she wanted it to be.
Business is about what you'd expect it to be at 4 o' clock on a Thursday afternoon in a small town animal shelter. Being the only shelter north of Stockton for another good 200 miles, Charming Pets seemed to get more animals in, than they get adopted out. For that very reason, when the bell chimed that a customer had indeed walked into the building, McKinnley leaped off the ground from playing with the bunnies, and hastily walked towards the front desk. As she was nearing the front entrance, she heard the excited squeals of a toddler, and walked in to see a blonde haired, blue eyed little boy about 2, maybe 3 years old, desperately trying to climb his way over the swing door that led to the animals. Right as she was about to make herself known, she heard the bell chime again, and heard him, before she saw him. "Abel! You can't just run off like that! I have to be able to see you buddy."
McKinnley looked up just as the man was jogging up to the child. Despite the fact that the man obviously looked like he didn't sleep much, he was breath takingly beautiful. Baggy, low-riding jeans that were somehow held up with a belt and silver belt buckle, a crisp white t shirt with some type of leather vest over it. Shaggy blonde hair with facial hair to match, deep blue eyes that made her hate her own hazel ones, and a body that mimicked that of a dorito; broad shoulders that slimmed down to his hips. As she scaled back up past his defined biceps that she refused to comment on, she nearly froze in her movement to open the door, his beautifully full lips were stretched into a charming smile that showed the crinkles near his eyes. And that smile was aimed at her. She quickly slapped on her best 'employee face' and gently closed the door behind her as she crouched down to Abel's level, who was now holding onto the attractive man's baggy pant leg in nervousness.
"Hey buddy. What's your name?"
The boy buried a little deeper into his father's(?) jeans before finally looking up at her. When he did, he cocked his head to the side, and brought his lips away from the fabric so he could speak.
"Why is your hair gween?"
The blonde man chuckled before putting a large hand on the boy's shoulders, causing McKinnley's eyes to drift back up to the man.
"This is my son, Abel. We're here to hopefully find this little man a dog."
She rocked back on her heels and stood up, playfully ducking behind the man as well, so she could make eye contact with Abel.
"I'll tell you what Abel. I can take you to see some doggies, and if you find something you don't like, then I will tell you why my hair's green, okay?"
Abel enthusiastically nodded, and took McKinnley's outstretched hand. Just as she was about to open up the door to the kennels, she stopped, and craned her neck back to see the blonde man, and spoke softly, "By the way, my name's McKinnley."
He flashed that beautiful grin at her and replied, "Nice to meet you darlin' I'm Jax Teller."
Dun dun duuuuun! Her life is about to forever change! Haha.
Sorry, I do know it's pretty short, but it is just an introductory chapter to see how well it's received. So, I've been back and forth with posting this on FF, just because I haven't yet finished watching SoA. I'm currently on season 3. BUT, I do know pretty much everything that happens. But I said to hell with it, and posted it anyway.
I am new to writing this fandom, but not new to writing. (I used to be username BethanyLeeRenner, back when I was OBSESSED. with Jeremy Renner) so, tell me how I do.
This story takes place in an alternate universe of SoA, where Tara hasn't come back (yet. haha), but Wendy still, obviously, had Abel, and now the little munchkins about 2 1/2 years old. That's the main time frame, but hopefully I can add some events to this story from the show, to let you lovely readers make connections.
SO, with that being said, I do also have a Pinterest board dedicated to Roads Untraveled, and that website is obviously pinterest dot com slash aboveandbeyond9 slash mckinnley (obviously without the spaces, or check my profile for link). If you wanted to check that out to get a sneak peek at the story, and some of the farm friends. (Pinterest outfit 1 for this chapter)
Alright! I think that's it. PLEASE fav/REVIEW/follow, cause I'd really like to see what kind of response I can get for this fic. I feel likes its either hit or miss with Jax/OC stories, no in between, so I hope everyone likes it.
Ta-ta for now!