Sons of Anarchy characters don't belong to me only the OC

Chapter Two

What was she supposed to do now? It looked like whatever had caused Jax to storm out of the hospital was serious. Maybe now wasn't the right time. Whipping the tears from her eyes, the doctor that had been talking to them walked over. "I'm sorry to have you waiting for some time now. I'll go see if your results are ready." With a nod she followed the doctor to where she had been sitting before, unaware of that her interaction had been watched.

"Well your results show that you're fine. Nothing serious had occurred from the fall."

"Thanks." Picking up her gear, she went ahead and started putting her jacket back on. "You wouldn't happen to know of a garage nearby would you? Just have a feeling that my motorbike needs a once over."

The doctor looked up from her screen and nodded.

"Your best bet would be to go to the Teller-Morrow garage. They know their motorbikes pretty well."

"Thanks again." With a nod of her head she made her way out of the hospital.

It took her an hour or two before she found the garage. She could see various biked parked around along with cars. Hopefully the doctor was right about them knowing their bikes. As she pulled into the garage she could feel eyes following her. Coming to a stop she kicked her side stand and got off. Removing her helmet she heard footsteps coming from behind. "Can I help?" She turned to face a young looking fellow. "I took a tumble a while back and just wanted to have my bike checked out for any damages."

"Yeah we can do that."

"Thanks, be appreciated." She watched as he started investigating her pride and joy, while she looked around at the establishment. Her eyes came across a large sign and logo pasted on the side of a building. A skull reaper. As her gaze shifted she read the sign. Sons of Anarchy M/C. Her eyes widened as realisation hit her before turning to the young fellow.

"Are you a Son?" He looked up from his current examination.

"Not yet, am a prospect." She avoided eye contact as she looked at her bike.

"So…what's the verdict?"

"Looks like she'll need a bit of a tune up and once in the garage she can be looked over properly."

"Cool. Would she be ready by tomorrow?"

"Yeah most probably."

"I'll pop by then." Without another word she grabbed her helmet and marched out as quick as she could.

"What was that about?" A Son who had been watching from the side lines, walked over to the young prospect.

"Don't know. Told her I was a prospect and this was where the Sons M/C was and she just left."