Notes: I do not own or claim any of the original characters nor the show of Sons of Anarchy. The only characters that are my own at Jamie thus far.
The first few chapters take place at an odd time. After Season 1 but before Season 2. I did change/leave out some events.
It was another long 30 minutes before the Chapel doors opened up and the boys started to file out. Jamie was slouched down on one of the couches watching some ice hockey on ESPN. There was a lot of grumbling coming from the boys as they walked past her to the door, and when Chibs walked by without saying a word to her she knew Clay said something to piss them off.
"You made my boys angry, Pops," she said to Clay when he walked by.
"They'll get over it," he flipped his hand at her before walking out into the California heat.
Weight beside her made her look up to see Happy in all of his Killer glory wrapping an arm around her shoulder while making himself comfortable.
"What happened in there, Chipper?" She had jokingly called him Chippy one day and the name just stuck since everyone else called him Happy.
He let out a long sigh. "Running guns is getting too tough, plus the Irish are having problems so Clay threw us on security runs only until the Irish work their shit out. Crappy work and low income so the boys ain't happy."
"Is it necessary?"
Happy seemed to contemplate that for a moment before he gave a nod
"Kind of…yeah."
"Then they'll get over it," she settled in against him, tucking her head under his chin. He always smelled of old leather and what Jamie called open road. Being NOMAD meant he was always on the road so he had a specific smell to him that was just indescribable. Of course, being NOMAD wasn't what Jamie liked to hear he was doing since he was a little more than a close friend.
"So…when do you go back to being NOMAD?" She asked the question she didn't want to really hear the answer to.
"When Clay's done with me," he shrugged. "May just stay and become SAMCRO…"
Jamie sat up and slid into his lap, looking at him. "Really?"
"Yeah. Clay has always said that there's a spot for me at the table and that I'm welcome to stay. You guys need a pro anyway," he had that smartass smirk on his face.
Jamie grabbed Happy's cheeks before hugging him tightly.
"Please stay…"
"I'll think about it. Gotta clear my head and check on my mom in Bakersfield." He gave her such a sad smile that she could only nod.
"I get it. Just make sure you're happy…Happy," she frowned a bit before laughing and kissing his forehead. Someone cleared their through behind them, probably thinking they were interrupting something. Jamie just turned around in Happy's lap to look at who was standing there.
"Hi, Tig," she smiled softly, resting back against Happy as the man slid his arms around her waist.
"Hey, kiddo. We need you to look at a bike. You'd be good at fixing it."
"Sure!" Jamie popped up and followed Tig out of the clubhouse.
"What in the hell was that?" He snapped as they walked along, looking at Jamie as she pulled her hair up into a bun.
"Absolutely nothing," she shook her head slowly. "Tigger." She stopped halfway to the garage. "He's just a good friend. Practically my brother!"
"It better be. Remember 3 years ago-"
"That was 3 fucking years ago, Tigger. I was drunk, so was he and it was on time!" Jamie gave Tig a look before heading into the garage.
In front of her was one busted up and destroyed bike. Raising her eyebrows, she began to slowly circle the bike to survey the damage which was pretty bad.
"Whose is this?"
"J-"
"Mine, " Juice spoke up from behind Chibs and Tig.
"Oh my God! Juice, your face!" She walked over to look at him, reaching out to touch his road rash while her eyes looked up at his stitched. "What happened?"
"Fuckin' Niners," Chibs snapped, looking a bit worse for wear himself.
"Ambushed u."
"Headin' up to the warehouse when they jumped us. Juiceyboy and Halfsack got run off the road and they tried to shoot me," Chibs shook his head slowly.
"Half?"
"Here," he called from the other door.
Jamie could only sigh, seeing how beat up he was but Juice seemed to be slightly worse off.
"Good Lord," she rubbed her face slowly, shaking her head. "I'll do my best."
The boys left except for Juice. Jamie just sighed, tracing the gash on his cheek which he winced away from.
"Oh, Juicey…."
"Clay's pissed. Not at us, at Leroy and his crew. Me and Half can't do much per Tara's orders."
"Why?"
"I'll show you later. Just…I'll see you at dinner." Juice didn't leave until Jamie turned around to go back to fix the bike.
"Hey kid, Dinner," Tig said as he walked into the garage. "Not bad…"
Jamie looked up from her spot beside the bike, smiling a bit. She had stripped the bike down until it was almost unrecognizable. She tossed a screwdriver down and started to wipe her hands off as she looked at Tig.
"It's gonna take a lot so let's go eat," she sighed, smiling as Tig tossed his arm around her shoulders.
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading and please review, leave comments, rip it up, do whatever! I'm always up for criticism, in both good and bad ways :D
