Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you recognize from Sons of Anarchy, or any other thing or person you recognize. I do not profit from this story. This story is a product of my imagination and nothing in it should be taken as a fact. The story is written as entertainment and nothing else.
Author's note: I have been doing research for a new story for some time now and had it all mapped out, but when I finally sat down with my computer and was about to start writing it a whole different story came out. I decided to follow this new idea and see where it took me. I have now written about four chapters and I thought that I should post the first chapter to see what kind of response I get. I'm saving the other story for later. The chapters are going to be short but hopefully I will be able to update more often than what I did with "Meeting with the past".
This story begins a few months after most of SAMCRO is released from prison. Forget everything you know about season 4 and 5. This story may have some features from season 4, I haven't decided yet, but mostly it will be AU.
After the guys are released from prison the club continues running guns as before, no drugs and no cartel. Kozik was patched in before the others went to prison as shown in the table read with cast of episode 13, 'NS' on the season 3 DVD. For those of you who haven't seen that, the scene that I mean takes place as the Sons are gathered by their bikes saying goodbye to Piney, Chibs, Opie and Kozik before they are going to get Jimmy O'Phelan from the Russians. For those who are interested, here comes a transcript of the conversation.
It begins with Tig asking Clay "All right, you heard from Lee yet?
"Not yet."
"Then, let's take a vote, Kozik's transfer?" Tig says.
Clay then replies "If you do this to shit on some open wounds, I'll swear to Christ I'll go to a pet store and buy a German shepherd and gut it right in front of you"
"That's a little uncalled for" Tig says.
Everyone votes 'yes' to the transfer, including Tig. Then Clay says "You couldn't have done this two weeks ago, your peckerwood?"
"I'll have my process…"
"Thank you" Kozik says.
"Whatever" Tig replies.
"What a hell of a day to be SAMCRO" Clay says.
Jax gives the prospects the letters to Gemma and Tara and explains to the prospects what he wants them to do and they all walks to their bikes.
True Feelings
Written by Cupcake81
Chapter 1: The Wake Up Call
Kozik woke up by a sharp noise. Gathering his thoughts he realized that it was the sound of the doorbell. Groaning he reached for his phone to check what time it was, he cursed when he saw the time, 9 AM. Who the hell wanted to speak to him at this time on a Saturday? This better be some kind of emergency or else he would throw the person responsible for the noise down the stairs.
His brothers from the club knew not to disturb him before noon on Saturdays, and they would have called him on the phone if he was needed at the clubhouse. Kozik couldn't think of anyone else that would voluntarily seek him out.
Holding his hands to his head he sat up in bed. The after church party last night hadn't been anything special so he had made it home to actually sleep in his own bed instead of just catching a few hours of sleep in the clubhouse. But it had still been around two thirty in the morning before he crawled in to his bed and fell asleep. And now someone had the nerves to wake him up at 9 AM! Sitting up at the edge of his bed he decided that he probably was going to be able to make it to the apartment door and scare of whoever it was ringing the doorbell even though it felt like his head was going to explode because of the hangover.
Grabbing his gun from the nightstand he pulled on a t-shirt that was on the floor next to the bed and decided that pulling on his jeans would be too much trouble and that the uninvited guest would have to deal with him in t-shirt and boxers. The only reason that he put on the t-shirt was if it was Mrs. Mayweather, his neighbor that was around a hundred years old and always asked him for help with things that she couldn't do herself. The first time she asked him for help she wanted him to move a bookshelf in her bedroom. He asked her why she had chosen to ask him for help and her answer had simply been that he looked strong enough to be able to help her. After that they had formed some sort of strange friendship. He helped her with things that she couldn't do herself and she sometimes came by with a homemade meal or cookies or something like that. The doorbell rang again and Kozik begun to slowly walk towards the door.
When he almost had reached the door whoever was on the other side decided to ring the doorbell once again and adding a knock on the door to the noise. Kozik felt like he would gladly shoot the person responsible for making that noise. If it was one of the prospects from the club he would make sure that they got the most cruel punishment he could think of, when his brain had start functioning properly again.
Almost running the last steps to the door he unlocked it and ripped it open prepared to yell at whomever that was standing there. Recognizing the person standing on the other side he went still. It was the last person in the world he would have expected to see there. They had only seen each other about three times during the last ten, no almost eleven years.
"Nice to see you too" she said. "What about moving out of the way and let me inside?"
Kozik almost couldn't believe his eyes, standing in front of him was Melinda Stanton. Shocked he took a step to the side to let her walk past him in to the apartment. His mind was rushing, well at least as much as his hangover allowed it to do so. Automatically he grabbed the cup she put in his hands as she walked past him. Without tasting it he knew that it was coffee and he also knew that it would have the right amount of sugar in it, she knew him so well.
Twelve years previous Kozik had been in the Marines and he had been deployed to Afghanistan in November that year and that was where he had met Melinda.
They had met at the military base; she was an agent working for the CIA. At first he and the other guys in his platoon had laugh when she had told them what she was doing there, but over the next months they learned that she was good at what she was doing. She could go almost everywhere to gather information, she was practically a chameleon. She could make anyone believe that she was whoever she wanted you to think she was, and she could sneak in almost everywhere unnoticed.
Melinda and Kozik had become friends over there and she had told him that the reason that she was so good at her job was that her father also was working for the CIA and that he had taught her how to do this since she was young. They soon became friends with benefits and Kozik still hoped that she never had realized that he had fell in love with her all those years ago and that was the reason to why he kept in touch with her over the years. She had quit working for the CIA about 5 years ago and as far as Kozik knew she had been working as a security consult for different companies. Last time they spoke she had told him that she now lived in Los Angeles and was working for some security company. The way that she had said "security company" had him think that this wasn't a company that was handling things like mall security. Knowing Melinda as good he did he knew that she probably was doing almost the same top secret sneaky stuff as she had done for the government, only she undoubtedly made a lot more money nowadays.
He knew that a woman as independent and smart as Melinda would never want to be with a guy like him, an ex-junkie, ex-marine and now member of an outlaw motorcycle club. He had known when they first met that she was someone that he easily could think about spending the rest of his life together with, but he hadn't told her that, she wouldn't had believed him. She would probably have thought that he was just trying to get her to stay with him the time he had left in Afghanistan.
"You can close the door now, you know."
The voice made him snap out of his trip down memory lane and back to the present and he realized that he was still standing in the doorway holding the apartment door open. Closing the door he turned to look at Melinda. She was as beautiful as ever. She was short, only about 5'5" but she had well-toned muscles and good proportions. Now she looked a little bit thinner than she had been a couple of years ago when they last met. When she took of the baseball cap that she had been wearing he could see that she had cut her dark brown hair really short. He thought that maybe she had been sick because she looked a bit pale but her eyes were as green as always and they still had that sparkle in them that had raised his interest all those years ago.
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