This is my first SOA fan fiction! I've always wanted to write a story with multiple POV's, so here it is. The story will follow multiple story lines, and introduces a couple of OC's who you will meet later. The story takes place during season one, but won't necessarily follow the series. Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading! Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy. Rated T for mature themes (such as violence, domestic violence, adultery, murder, general soa stuff) and language.


JAX

Their bikes came to a halt. Jax put his feet firmly on the ground, and started to back the bike near to the curb, parking it. Before stepping off, he looked around, familiarizing himself with the surroundings. They had never met the One-Niners in this part of the city before, which troubled him a bit. On his right he saw a row of houses. Some of them had washing lines hanging from the windows and garbage bags were piled up in all of the front yards. Paint was peeling off most of the houses, and some looked like they could collapse any minute. On his opposite side he spotted children playing on a big field. Two make-shift goals stood on both sides, the children kicking at a ball between them. Jax didn't like the children being there, who looked at them curiously. Nothing could happen here, not with this many children and women around.

He followed Clay and Tig towards Leroy, leader of the 9'ers, while he was followed by Chibs. He hoped this meeting would go smoothly. Lately they encountered more problems with the rival MC, Mayans, so any allies were welcome.

"Good to see you, Leroy." Clay shook his hand.

Jax did the same while greeting him. As the Sons' VP he was the second most important man of the club, only his president Clay preceding him.

"What do you got for me?" Leroy spoke.

Jax noted there was hardly any traffic passing by the street, which was good. They had left the prospect by the bikes to watch them. He had told Half-Sack to also watch the road. Drive by's were getting quite common lately, and with this many people around, to amount of causalities would be high.

"AK's, Berretta rifles, handguns, RPG's. Just name what you want."

"All right, we will take the AK's and RPG's," Leroy said, taking a step forward. "One problem though,"

Jax raised his eyebrows upon the word 'problem'. He had hoped that the deal could go smoothly, but nothing ever went his way.

"We can't come up with the money right away. Too many eyes on us right now." He continued.

"What do you mean?" Jax spoke up. They needed the money now. They made a deal with the IRA and the Irishmen did not like waiting.

"The ATF is on our backs, man. Can't do nothing without them knowing it." Leroy's expression looked troubled.

Clay placed his hand on his hip and stared into the distance, looking for a solution.

"We need the money now, Leroy. If you can't get it, we have to pass." Jax said. "I'm sorry."

There was a pause before Leroy spoke again. Jax noticed how his crew, which consisted of about roughly six people, moved closer to them. He didn't want any beef with the 9'ers, but if they could not pay, they had to go to someone else who could pay them. They needed the money, and soon.

"We might be able to set up a few new accounts. Wire the money in small amounts."

"You sure you can do that?" Clay said. Jax could hear he wasn't entirely convinced.

"Yes." Leroy confirmed.

It might be easier to take these guns to different sellers, but the 9-ers were allies they could not miss. They had to take this risk.

"Call me when you have it. We will meet on a different place, though. This ain't exactly the right place to be handing over guns." Clay said, looking around the street.

Jax was glad Clay made that decision and nodded in approval. It would be in their advantage if they chose the place of the exchange, and that was always better than being disadvantaged.

"All right, I will make the arrangements today." Leroy said.

Clay smiled, shook Leroy's hand, turned around and patted Jax on the back. They started walking back to their bikes. Half-Sack had his back towards them, his eyes on the road.

"You think they can deliver?" Jax asked his president, kicking a stone away with his white sneakers.

"Yeah." Clay said confident. "They need these guns just as much as we need the money. They'll deliver."


The clubhouse was packed with members, old ladies and women who wanted to become an old lady. Music blared through the building and bottles of liquor and beer were scattered all over the place. The place smelled of a mix of alcohol, smoke and sweat. People were playing pool, others partied hard, and some tried to pull a woman to be with them for the night.

Jax was seated on a leather couch, a bottle of Budweiser in his right hand. His best friend Opie, also a fellow member, was seated on his right.

He stared out into the room, not focusing on a thing in particular. Even though there were women all around him, he hadn't seen one that held his interest for longer than five seconds. Tig and Juice couldn't say the same. Both were standing in a corner, all tangled up with a woman.

"When is Wendy due?" Opie asked out of nowhere, he moved his gaze away upon the sound of his voice.

Jax hadn't thought about his soon to be ex-wife for quite some time. "Soon, I think," Jax replied thoughtful. "Gemma probably knows when."

He spotted his mother on the opposite side of the room. She was standing behind the bar, pouring herself and Clay a shot before giving him kiss.

"You not speaking to her?" Opie asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Not really." Jax replied absent minded, staring away again. He didn't really want to talk about her.

A woman with curly, blonde hair sat down next to him. She flashed him a smile, crossing her legs while placing her hand on his knee, seductively. Why the hell not? Jax thought, anything to get my mind off Wendy. Besides, she was pretty hot. Blondie wore a tight fitting dark pink dress, and a pair of high heels which made Jax wonder how she could walk on them without falling. He placed his own hand over hers.

"Can I get you a drink, darling?" He started with a smile, ignoring Opie.


"Tig, could you please check if the blue Chevy is working again? She wants to collect it tonight." Jax heard Gemma say as he walked in her office. He gave Tig the nod as he passed him.

"Bobby told you wanted to see me." He sat down on the old couch and put his feet up, feeling tired after last night. He was never one the sleep in, but sometimes that could take its toll on him.

"Yeah," Gemma started, putting her glasses on before typing something on her computer. "Did you hear Megan Montgomery is back in Charming?"

Usually Jax didn't care about Gemma's gossip, but he had to admit, this was quite interesting.

Megan went to high school with him. She was an incredibly hot cheerleader, straight A student and she had taken a liking in Jax. Her parents always forbade her from seeing him, so they always hooked up under the bleachers, as cliché as it sounds. Eventually she went to some prestigious university while Jax stayed in Charming. What had brought her back?

"Really?" Jax replied. "Did you see her?"

"Yeah." Gemma answered, looking over the edge of her glasses.

"She still hot?" Jax smirked.

"Yeah..." Jax knew Gemma didn't like to admit that. She always told him Megan was too perfect, there wasn't a hair out of place. But what did you expect, when you came from a rich family? Jax remembered how her hair was always perfectly styled and how she wore the hottest designer jeans which he never heard about.

"Who's hot?" Juice asked, appearing in the doorway.

"An old classmate," Jax said, playing with his KA-BAR that hung from his hip.

"Did you just combine the words classmate and hot?" Tig too had heard them talk. "What did I miss?"