AN: Went for a longer chapter this time with Character build up, obviously have a long way to go but I hope you likeit. Not sure if I liked this chapter 100% but I need to stop tweaking it and just share it already. I understand the first chapter was vague but I don't want to pile on too much too quick. Hopefully you're enjoying and thanks for reading. Reviews would be appreciated.

Again, all characters and plots you recognize belong to Kurt Sutter.

Chapter Two: This Life

"Gotta raise some hell
Before they take you down
Gotta live this life"

Curtis Stigers & The Forrest Rangers- This Life

Jax and Chibs sat leaning against their bikes in the small petrol station where they were supposed to be meeting their guide.
"If he ain't here in 10 whadda ya say ta a drink Jacky boy?"

The Scot lilted, inclining his head to the small bar that sat to the left of the garage. It wasn't anything fancy, it looked half shack half building, if they were to be perfectly honest. A dive through and through. A saloon style had obviously been the aim once upon a time but it was a bit too decrepit to be anything bar a shithole. On its last legs would be the perfect phrase. Jax paused in his brooding and shot the Scot a wink.

"Sounds like a plan, I'm gunna give Sinclair another bell first then I'm thinking a few fingers of Jack are necessary."
Looking at the time on his disposable he noted that it was a little over 6pm, they were supposed to have been on the road again by now. Distracted by his thoughts, Jax hadn't realized the dial tone had stopped until the voice crackled through the line.

"Yes."

"It's Jax, where's your man?"

"Are they not there yet? Trust Charlie to be late, should be any minute now boy."

"Aight brother."

Hanging up the phone Jax dragged his eyes back up from the screen at the sound of a well tuned Harley.

She wasn't what he expected when he heard the purr of a bike pull in to the lot, he was expecting a Son and by god he was wrong. So much for the guy being there in a minute, he thought snidely. Trying to maintain a facade of calm he realized he couldn't look away, though his jaw had fallen slightly a slack Chibs hadn't seemed to notice, for that he was grateful. Looking at his brother, he saw he was entranced also. She was amazing. The long legs wrapped around the cherry red Harley were what caught his attention initially, her shredded Levi denim shorts showing of her toned, porcelain, tattooed legs; and was that a reaper on her calf? Girl had some serious ink. Even just the control this girl had over the bike that swamped her petite size was enough to catch his interest. Even if it was just curiosity he told himself. Damn. Since when did Jax Teller take this much of an interest in a girl? He could have anyone he wanted and always had his swarm of crows wanting, lurking to eat him alive. He decided in that moment he wanted her. Jax watched as she parked by a pump, just meters away from them. His interest peeked as she swung gracefully from the bike, tilting her head to the side to remove her helmet, even more enthralled as he watched her silky hair cascade over her shoulders as the helmet was removed. Red. Her hair was a bright, bold shade of red, the colour of blood. Obviously dyed ... He wasn't normally one for unnatural hair colours but fuck me, literally. Well at least he hoped. He was drawn into a scenario is his head, him sliding his hands through her silky hair. Even better; scrunching her hair up in his fists, tugging playfully and kinkily, as she looked at him desperately, gagging for more while he pounded and had his way with her. That was exactly the situation Jax had been dreaming about getting into, and with a pussy with a face like hers it was bound to be fun. This was one bad bitch he smirked to himself, maybe he'll have to invite her to join him for a stay with a bunch of 'Harley enthusiasts'. Sharing was not caring though with this one.

She had seen the two sons the moment she had pulled onto the service station lot, and she knew she definitely hasn't gone amiss between them. Scoping had led her to notice that the younger blonde, Jax Teller, was every bit as delicious as she had heard. He always had been, but now? Yummy. Smirking to herself, she could feel his eyes on her like a laser beam. Tossing her fag butt to the side before she reached the pump, she didn't want to risk an inferno after all, she opened her kickstand and dismounted her bike. After pulling up, grinning to herself she decided to tease the womanizer, bending a little more than necessary to fill up her tank.

That hadn't gone unnoticed with Jax, he watched closely as she bent, that ass and those pins were glorious. Not even mentioning that incredible rack she was sporting, licking his lips he was seriously seconds away from walking over there and slapping that behind. It was practically screaming for it. The two Sons had completely forgotten about their previous inclination to go and wet the whistle with some Jack. Too soon was she done filling up, and to his surprise, after replacing the pump and paying with her card she looked up and directly meet his gaze. Not that he could see through her ray bans until she briefly lowered them. Winking, she bit her lip kinkily and raised her fingers in a little wave.
Damn, she loved to tease, she grinned to herself.

"Well well Jackson? You gunna stand there and stare at my arse all day or are we actually gunna hit the road?" Relishing in the shock that passed both of their features, she strode confidently and gracefully over.

"Sorry do I know you darlin'?" He asked whilst racking his brain, pondering how he could ever forget a girl like this. She was English for starters, that narrowed it down severely. Jackson loved the way she dressed; her shorts were not only ripped but studded- showing a lot of her long legs enough to be very sexy but not too slutty, paired with some thigh high socks, Dr Marten boots, a Leather biker jacket and underneath a black lace crop top that showed a well endowed chest. She removed the shades. His breath caught as she looked straight at him and smiled, he'd never seem anything so gorgeous. They took in the high cheek bones, chiseled features accompanied by a pretty, full mouth and the most gorgeous big blue eyes. They were the bluest eyes they had both seen, a mid shade of blue like the Caribbean ocean, flecked with lighter and darker bolts of blue and white. Like a lightning storm captured in magnificent detail. That were practically luminescent when the sun hit them. And very very familiar. After hearing a chuckle from him she decided to go directly to the Scot first.

"You do recognize me don't you?"

He studied her face closer, it was the eyes that were so familiar, then in clicked with Chibs after half a second.

"Lottie?" Nodding she practically jumped into his outstretched arms. Chibs lifted her off the ground, the girl he'd always thought of as his daughter, spinning her in huge circles. Charlotte Sinclair, Johnny's twin sister. Jax listened to the musical sound of her laughter, her happiness was contagious. Soon enough she was reconnected with the ground, she strolled up to Jackson studying him.

"And Jax Teller, ladies man. You are as pretty as they say you are, but don't you know it." She raised an eyebrow to him, before cracking a smile and hugging him. As she kissed his cheek he noted the musky vanilla perfume she wore. Crossing her arms across her chest, unknowingly pushing up her ample cleavage which made him smile, she gave him a similar completely obvious examination like he'd give her. Conclusion? The man was a God, straight from Norse mythology. Jax watched as she picked him apart from head to toe, and she'd implied he was self assured. The girl was never shy but now she emitted waves of confidence, sexuality and a certain intensity that made her quite intimidating. Also very enticing. Time had matured them both. Deciding to meet the attitude with his own, he flashed his panty dropping smile.

"Sorry darlin', do I disappoint? How about we get naked and I change your mind? Catch up on old times?"

Sauntering up to him she placed a hand on his chest, splaying her fingers underneath his kutte, stroking his chest a little. Watching whilst the fire raged in his eyes, a burning lust that had sprung within him. "Would you like that baby?"

She tried and failed to stop herself from smiling as she bit her lip. Jax didn't miss the action, her lips were plump and pouty and her touch was sending sparks through him. He was still staring at those lips as she pulled backwards, leaving him cold.

"How about not aye? I'm not gunna bring years of your teenage wet dreams about me to reality, I'm far too cruel for that. I prefer to remain your close friend, I'm a tease like that. Nice to see you've still got your humor Teller."

They both grinned whilst she noted Jax still had that fire in his eyes, well she loved a good game. Especially a wind up. And he was pretty.
"It's nice to see you too. Please tell me Tommy sent you to give us a very warm reception"

Glowering at the VP she decided to let it slide.

"Not smart Jacky boy, you do remember your girl 'ere no? She saved your arse many a time so don't be disrespectful. Also kicked your arse several times if I remember you yobs." Chibs shot Jax a pointed look, trying not to smile, Jax however didn't have such self control.

"Let me guess he told you Charlie was coming, and you of course assumed that Charlie was a man."

Now she noted true shock, and couldn't help the smarmy grin that spread across her face.

"Not quite what we were expecting lassie." Chibs regarded the girl again, deciding she needed to be reassessed as more if Tommy trusted her to get them. Even if she was family, what about the beef they were here to settle? Hardly a woman's place. Looking again he noticed she was more muscle than he remembered, not unattractively so or enough to dampen those killer curves but more than enough to tell there was more than meets the eyes with this one. But they already knew that, she probably got arrested more times than they did whilst living in Charming. Little did Chibs know Jax they had just made the same assessment.
"Yeah this wasn't a coincidence meeting. The boys were busy, so you got an upgrade in beauty from a hairy biker. Tommy's the only one that calls me Charlie, bar my pa, in case you'd forgotten. So don't get used to it. They're both a pain in my arse which I gather is why they like to do it. Now do you wanna hit the road because I dunno about you but there's gunna be a heck of a party waiting for you two and I could do with a drink."

"I second that Lottie." The Scott winked.

"Let's go then." Jax smiled.

"Aye Jacky boy, show us the way lass."

Charlotte nodded again, as means of reply, strolling over to her bike. Jax watched her go, that ass shaking and hips swaying. He looked away as she strapped on the helmet and mounted. Riding the bike around so she was lined up with the boys, she grinned at them, seeing that they too were prepared.

"Welcome to San Bernardino boys, oh and do try to keep up."

She winked at them before peeling out of the lot, definitely doing illegal speeds. Shaking their heads they swiftly followed.

Arriving at the San Bernardino club house they took in the lot. Like the Charming charter, they too had incorporated a garage service into their business. A sign on the cream stucco building read Sinclair Automotive, they also noted a building off the side that indicated tattoos with a neon sign. The lot was well maintained, quite a large lot in size. Filled with bikes, the overflow of people- patches, croweater and hang arounds a like, filling the seating area of the clubhouse. Many heads snapping their direction at the sound of the bikes. They all pulled up in the space closest to the building, pulling in next to Charlotte, Jax watched her gracefully dismount before waiting for the two men.

"Welcome to the party boys, now let's find these mother fuckers and get us all a drink!"

"Sounds good to me lassie!"

Chibs linked his arm through hers and Jackson couldn't help a smile as the two strolled arm in arm both in hysterical laughter as they people watched on the way through the crowd. A few women caught his eye, but he mostly noticed that all eyes were on Charlotte. He knew this because he couldn't help but watch her too. The sexy confidence she oozed didn't go amiss with either sex, the men watched with wandering, lustful eyes and most of the sweetbutts with disdain scarring their features. Quite unattractive really, he couldn't help but smirk, this was going to be fun. Entering the room, they were met with the typical smell of weed, smoke, alcohol and pussy. It wasn't necessarily the most pleasant mix but for the trio who had grown with this aroma it had a homely feel, even if it was somewhat disgusting and pungent. So not to get lost in the crowd, Charlotte took hold of Jax's hand also and dragged the pair to the bar. The clubhouse was obviously a renovated nightclub of medium size, dark with dingy lights that pulsated, whilst it boasted a stage with quite a large dance floor the main feature was a long bar that filled the entire right corner and side of the room as you entered through the front door. There were several seated areas, couches with pool tables in the middle and standard wooden tables, all filled with people and of course, two stripper poles sat either side of the stage. Both being worked by half naked girls, with big, fake titties. Jax and Chibs couldn't help the smarmy grins at those jugs. Arriving at the bar, they watched as she climbed up onto the counter, ignoring the people that were sitting or getting drinks and giving them quite an eyeful of her legs. Someone had built in stairs at the end to make it easy to climb up on the bar, Jax was willing to bet it was for more dancers, smart idea he thought. Beckoning them to join her, she caught the mic that the bartender chucked her. Charlotte asked him briefly if the boys were back yet, his reply being a brisk shake of the head as he continued serving rounds. Climbing up there to join her, Jax watched as she placed herself in the middle between them, before bringing the mic to her lips, humor glinting in her eyes.

"Hey Larry cut the music!" The dj quickly obliged from his perch on the stage and attention was quickly shifted to the trio on the bar. Strutting confidently she walked past the pair and wrapping an arm around a support beam, leaning out to get a better look at the crowd.

"Hey motherfuckers! You all having a good time?" Charlotte grinned as she was met by a roar of screams, cheers and whistles. She wiggled her eyebrows at the boys before walking back over to them.

"We have some MC royalty joining us! Got some SAMCRO boys in the house tonight!" More noise erupted.

"Now this here is my favorite Scots man in the whole world, some of you may know his arse as a major kickass bare knuckle boxer. One of my many makeshift fathers. This beautiful man's name is Chibs, and I expect you to make him feel really welcome." She winked at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as he pumped his fists in the air to the noise.

"Why thank you lassie" She winked.

"Now last but no means least," Charlotte wrapped her arm around Jax's middle, giving him her man-eater smile when he automatically pulled her closer, putting his arm around her shoulders. "We have a legacy in the building!"

More cheers resounded.

"Now this sexy mofo right here is the VP of our Mother charter, also the founding father- JT's- son and one of my oldest friends. I want ya'll to make Jackson Teller here very at home, otherwise I may have to bust some caps." She said it seriously, but it still received a sea of chuckles, including the two on either side of her. She felt the laughter rumble through Jax's chest.

"I don't know what ya'll find so funny, it's like you don't know me at all" The sarcasm was evident, everyone here knew her well enough, the misdemeanors were told like bedtime stories round here. "Just kidding my good people, now Larry gimme some Clutch. Lets party people!"

The DJ did as told and soon enough Clutch was pumping through the sound system, Power Player, her favorite song from the band. She'd taught him well, grinning to herself she slid down behind the bar, stealing a bottle of Jack. The boys wasting no time soon returned themselves to ground level also, Chibs soon finding himself in the company of a pretty brunette, who was more than eager to show him around. Jax noted the blonde friend who was eyeing him up but he shook his head and winked at his brother, watching them disappear into the crowd. Turning to the bar, he watched Charlotte as she lined up 5 shots. Jax went to reach for one, soon finding his hand slapped away.

"Get your own these are mine."

"All five darlin'?"

She shot him the stink eye.

"Yes all five. You got a problem with that?"

"Not if you get me a glass too babe."

"Do I look like your damn maid?"

He gave her the panty dropping grin.

"Char, that's just unfair. Now you just put in my brain a picture of you in a kinky maids outfit, and with those tits of yours it would be a pretty sight. Besides what happened to making me feel at home?" Grinning she shook her head, and loaded up five more shots in front of Jackson.

"The difference arsehole, is that I know you. I already know you're a cock and you know I'm a bitch, so what's the need for niceties between 'old' friends aye? And thanks Teller now that I have you approval on my boobs I can go on and live my life, and I hope your imaginations good cos that's all you're getting 'darlin'."

He cackled as he watched her gleaming eyes, he had missed her, a lot. Not many women would ever dare to speak to him like that, not one bar his mother. They'd been good friends, a terrible twosome who whenever in the same proximity always got into trouble, usually with the law. She had been the only person he could relate to truly after his father's death, she had a knack for making everything better with her fierce, loyal and easy going personality. Never one to hold her tongue, Jackson always felt a sense of purity whilst in her confidence. Also the only person who had a smile that could get its own way, bar himself. He watched with amusement as she drank each shot, one after the other, not even skipping a beat. After a second he decided to follow her lead.

"So. When did you get a boob job?"

She gave him evils again and he couldn't suppress the wolfish grin that transformed his features.

"Son of a bitch, we both know they're real, you just want to cop a feel and test it." The coy smile on his lips didn't go amiss with her.

"You caught me babe."

Jax replied with a wink, grinning she stuck her chest out.

"Knock your socks off."

That caught him off guard, she laughed at gaining the upper hand, realizing she wasn't joking he didn't need to be told twice. Getting a good grope with both hands he wasn't sure he'd actually ever held such an impressive rack before.

"Ok. They're real, and they've very nice. Must say I'm impressed."

"Thanks I grew them myself."

They both laughed, before locking eye contact.

"I missed you darlin', there's been no one decent to get in trouble with at home anymore. My arrest sheets slacking, I do have a reputation to uphold after all."
"Aw, well if I remember rightly, my rap sheet was longer than yours so it was always slacking."

Running a hand over his chin, he looked at her sarcastic grin and couldn't help but crack a smile.

"I think it was yeah, those were good times. Remember when you beat the shit out of that fucking guy with an ashtray?"

She laughed as she recollected the whole situation, they had been in a pub in Lodi, they were underage and obviously drunk. It was shortly after JT had died, Charlotte and Jax had been trying to escape the mourning and pity parties. Even counting the underage and intoxication factors in, it didn't stop a 200lb redneck from trying to grope her, Jax had come to her defense. While in no mood for real trouble, they were trying to leave, when the slob came and sucker punched Jax. So grabbing the first thing she could, which happened to be a solid metal ashtray from a table, bashed the guys head in. The more serious of her assault charges.

"Swapping lovely stories I see?"

Both snapped their heads over to the voice, taking in the source as Tommy Sinclair, the President. The rest of the charter hovering behind him, including his VP just to his right. Les Packer. Sinclair was quite a tall man, maybe an inch or two above Jackson's height, with a strong muscular build reminiscent of his army days. An attractive man with a full mop of brown hair, not-so effected by age, Jackson had always thought of the man as an envision of Bond. He certainly resembled the classically handsome British character. Although it was the eyes that set him apart, those steely blues, hardened, that spoke volumes of nothingness only achieved by a life of violence. Only a hint of a playful glint for his beloved niece, as Tommy gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Well you know me and Jax here Uncle T, we have plenty of those types of stories. You're not forgetting that we're Bonnie and Clyde no?"

Jax felt a cog click as she grinned and winked mischievously at him, it was hard not to return her dazzling smile. His gut stirred with regret over their lost friendship, his mind turning as he realized he had never really or truly understood how much he had missed her until this point.

"I swear it's all her, I was always just the innocent caught up in this."

Now it was his turn to look mischievous, especially so when she stuck out her tongue and flipped him the bird.

"Now that I can believe, sorry Charlie but we're gunna have to steal our boy here away from you." Tommy said to Charlotte, who gracefully nodded, before he turned back to the Son. "Let's take this to the Chapel son, where's Chibs?"

Jackson had just opened his mouth to reply that he had no idea when Charlotte cleared her throat, both men turning back to her questioningly. Only to follow her gaze to where Chibs was getting 'acquainted' with a busty crow.

"He's tits deep in the Grand Canyon over there, better warn him about that one T while you're on it. Could get lost in that pussy. Bitch should tattoo 'enter with cation, ye be warned' on her fucking forehead."

Jax couldn't help but laugh, noting that it wasn't jealousy he found a spark of curiosity tickling him.

"Something tells me you don't like that one"

"I have every reason not to like that one, STD ridden cockroach."

Jax saw the flash in her eyes, and didn't miss the flicker of her eyes to something over his shoulder. Looking around he corrected himself, someone. He didn't know the patch, but the disdain in his features directed towards Charlotte was obvious. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, especially not my one, he thought to himself with a smirk. Trying to convey understanding through his eyes, Jackson regarded her seriously, before picking up her hand from the bar and giving it a slight squeeze which she returned with a slight smile that didn't reach those beautiful eyes.

"Wait for me darlin'? We've got a lot of catching up to do, and you owe me a dance."

Now the laughter met her eyes, she smiled ruefully at him, aware of the audience that were waiting upon him.

"Sure thing Teller, I'll be fleecing people for money at the pool table if you wanna find me."

With one last wink she picked up the bottle of Jack, up ending it with a long swig as she sauntered across the room and into the crowd, swallowed up quickly. Feeling holes being burned into the back of his skull, turning he was met by the same brown eyes that had regarded his beautiful friend with disdain earlier. He returned the gaze steadily, till the guy looked away. That's what I though, he leered.