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Following someone secretly… Well movies made it look way easier than it actually was. She had lost him almost twice by the time he or rather they had arrived at the gates of Teller-Morrow Auto Repair- also known as the infamous hideout of Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.

She had noticed his kutte the moment he'd stepped inside the tattoo place, but until now she hadn't really thought about the meaning behind it. Well yeah they had a reputation, and not a good one, hell it was probably everyone's first thought when standing next to someone with a SOA patch, but she was the last person to judge people simply basing on rumors.

So she hadn't really gone into thinking about that before. Now on the other hand, as she had gotten a very close look behind forbidden lines, Clair was quite sure those rumors were just as true as the fact that she was really going crazy, thinking she could somehow save whoever's life.

Still for some reason it felt like it was too late to back down now and as the tattoo-guy was not on a move and instead leaning on his bike, giving someone a call, she decided it was the perfect time to think about what exactly she was planning to do, and how the hell was she going to get away afterwards, without getting herself killed in the process. Pulling her purse upside-down, getting everything inside of it out on the passenger's seat, she eventually found it.

"Ahha," she held out her light-blue taser, "that will not do anything to him, but at least there's something for me to hold onto."

…

"Hey bro, I have a situation," Happy eyed the grey car parked on the other side of the road through his bike's rearview mirror.

"What kind?" Jax asked.

"There's someone following me."

"You sure? Mayans?"

"Positive. Did four right turns. Don't think it's a Mayan though, whoever it is, he's using a car."

"Where are you now?"

"At the gates."

"Is the car still in sight? Can you get the license? I'll let Juice run it through."

"Yeah, idiot is sitting right across from me."

He had to turn his head to get a good look of the plate. Happy couldn't see who was inside, but it for sure looked like, whoever it was, he ducked once his head was pointed at the sedan. He gave Jax the information and waited for further instructions. Continuing his staring through the mirror, his frown grew. Who the hell was so stupid to follow him like that?

He was also frowning about running late, but now that Jax was informed... well he had probably already taken care of that. Still it felt like shit that he couldn't do his job.

His cell started buzzing in his pocked.

"Does the name Clair Jones ring any bells? She's the owner of the car."

"None," Hap was intrigued. It made a bit more sense now. Although there was a chance that someone else had taken that women's car, the overall behavior still did fit better with it being someone with boobs bigger than brains behind the wheel.

"Alright, ride in," VP ordered, "let's wait for her next move."

The words 'her next move' made him grunt. Was he really going to hide behind the gates from someone probably as fragile as a bubble?

"You knock someone up, Killer? Or do you have a secret mistress we don't know about?" Tig almost skipped to him with a wide grin covering up his face just as he got off of his bike.

He gave Tig a scowl, watching Jax walk up to them.

"Where did she start following you?" he asked.

"Not sure, but I noticed him… her quite soon after I left Tat Shop."

"I think I'll go check it out myself," Jax headed for the gates.

"We'll back you up," Tig started following him.

"No, don't want to make her jumpy," Jax shook his head.

…

Clair had no idea what was going on. Maybe it was the world telling her to get the hell out of there and maybe she should have listened. Tattoo-guy had gone in and she had no clue, whether it was someone in there that he was planning on ice picking, or not. Probably not though, those guys lived by some kind of a code. Albeit there was always the chance he'd gone rogue… Yet again he had also thought about not wanting to make a lot noise, meaning it had to happen in a place a bit more public than this.

Wishing she had a pair of binoculars, Clair waited for the Killer to hit the road again. What was he doing anyways? Being generous and letting his soon-to-be victim live another hour? Putting together his murder pack back?

She was busy thinking about different scenarios this all could turn into, mainly with her discovering a more useful special 'power' than her super-dog hearing- for example being able to move like lightning or something, when she noticed someone come out.

On foot.

And he was heading straight to her. "Shit," she muttered, looking around in her car for ideas.

"Hey there, darling," he leaned on her rolled down window. "Wanna come in?"

"Neeh, I'm good," she shook her dark blonde head.

"Yeah, can see that you are," he looked over her, directly at the mountain of stuff that had fallen out of her purse, "though you can't really see Hap from here, so please." He held out his hand like a proper gentleman.

"Who?" she cocked an eyebrow.

He grinned at her and he was handsome, not as scary as the other guy, but still scary enough to make her shook with fear.

"This is bad, so bad.. What the fuck am I going to do now? Okay, okay calm down, he won't gun you down in the middle of the street, right? Just take his hand, pry into his head, and if he plans to drag you to some kind of a slaughterhouse, then you run.." she though, slowly opening up the door and taking the hand he was still holding out to her.

"I'm Jax by the way," he started walking her across the street.

"Not armed, no tats to show affiliations, shaking like a leaf.. who are you, blondie?" he wondered.

Damn. Not armed. Now she didn't even have her taser. Or phone. She had followed him like a lamb, leaving everything useful inside her car.

"I forgot to lock it," she glanced over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, we keep the streets of Charming crime-free."

He let go of her hand, breaking the brain connection she was trying to maintain. They or at least he didn't exactly plan on hurting her. That much she did manage to get out. But they did know about her following that tattoo-guy, Happy, which meant she still needed one hell of a cover story in hand when they began with the interrogation.

So chapter two... for those who managed to get down here- THANK YOU FOR READING!