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Chapter Two –Everything has changed
Dusk brought with it the sound and scent of sizzling meat as the men gathered around the grill on the patio of the Teller-Morrow home (not to be mistaken with the Teller home). There was drinking and raucous laughter as the patches of SAMCRO met up to celebrate the sixteenth birthday of their presidents' son and daughter. The celebrants themselves were holding court at opposite ends of the back garden, with their respective friends patches kids from SAMCRO as their loyal courtiers.
Matthew, Clay's only biological son by Gemma, was sitting together and goofing around with a few of his schoolmates that weren't daunted by his parents' reputation around town and his best friend Tiki. Mat to his mates, with only his teachers or his mother ever calling him by his full name, the Presidents' son lead a semi sheltered life under his parents and brothers wings. As the starting quarterback for the Charming High Hawks, Mat was both a star athlete and also newly minted Prospect for the club. Being the son of the second President for SAMCRO, he knew what life in the MC was like. Growing up, he really looked up to his elder brother Jax and secretly wanted to be just like him. However, Jax encouraged him to do better than he did, as he was a high school dropout mechanic with only a GED to his name. Hence, the athlete status and passing grades.
His twin sister Harper was sitting on the patio chairs opposite him. As the official Princess of SAMCRO and a student scoring near the top percentile of the school populace, Harper was as different to her brother as night and day. Not only did she inherit her mother's dark hair and hourglass body, she also inherited Gemma's sharp wit and outgoing nature. As such, the raven haired beauty was not just last year's Homecoming Queen, she was also on the student council as their events organiser. She was sitting with her best friends Trinity Ashby-Teller and Jeannine Delaney, of whom one was her sort of sister, and another was her mother's best friend's daughter. Trinity was older than the other two girls, but Harper was still the undisputed queen bee of their trio.
The ringing of the door bell announced the arrival of their dads' guest from out of town. One of the Prospects was sent to bring the out-of-towner in, and returned instead with a whole bunch of new faces.
Gemma had been holding down the fort in the kitchen, accompanied by her best friend Luann and her frenemy Maureen, along with the other old lady's of the club, when the door bell rang.
"JT, I think it's John at the door. Somebody had better get that, it's not like we're idle in here," Gemma yelled out the open glass door.
Clay, JT, Piney and Bobby, who had been lounging around drinking and shooting the shit, turned upon hearing Gemma's voice and the ringing of the bell. It was JT who ordered one of the Prospects to hop to and invite his guests in.
"Sack, get the door will ya? Before Gemma comes out with a spatula and knocks us all over the heads," he joked. Clay joined in on the hazing of the Prospect, "Yeah, you better get to it boy, before my old lady sticks her size seven boots up your ass," he added to chuckles from the other men.
Tig sauntered over, snatching the newly opened beer bottle out of the Prospects' hand. "Your friend sure knows how to make an entrance, VP," the curly haired SAA said.
"That's Johnnie alright, always making an entrance. I remember he used to be the same way when we were deployed to 'Nam. Ain't that right, Piney?"
"You sure got him pinned, brother," the former VP for JT snorted, taking a hit from his oxygen tank right after. "Johnnie used to be a great hit with them ladies down in Saigon, but he never got why the girls were climbing all over him. We used to have a ball setting him up with those pretty brunettes down there, and he ended up marrying a blonde girl."
"Are we sure about this man, brutha?" Chibs, one of the first SAMBEL transfers back in the day asked of his VP. It wasn't that he didn't trust his leaders' judgement, it was just in his nature to be slightly suspicious of newcomers.
"Yeah man, you never know with them outsiders. They have plenty of judgey thoughts on what we are…" Tig trailed off.
"We can trust John, Tiggy. He almost became one of our members way back when we were starting SAMCRO. Besides, don't you trust your VP's judgement?" Clay retorted as he finally lit the cigar he had been toting around all evening.
Tig didn't get to reply to his Presidents' query as the person in question was finally shown in by Sack.
John Winchester had been running a little late to the party that JT and his friend Clay invited him to. He hadn't been to a real house party in a long while, not since Mary died, but he did remember a few things that she did when they attended a few of those shindigs before his kids had been born. So, John came prepared. When the young man leading him and his group in passed the kitchen, John stopped and politely enquired for the lady of the house.
"May I know which of you is Gemma?" the soft spoken man said to the gathering of women. A raven haired woman with platinum highlights shot through her hair answered him. "I'm Gemma. You must be John. I heard JT talk about you once or twice. Welcome too casa de Morrow. How can I help you?"
"Well see, I haven't attended one of these parties in a long while, and I seem to have forgotten all my manners. But, I did remember that Mary, my late wife used to bring some food over as a gift, so I got you these," John said, producing the foil covered tray from the hamper he brought it in. "Also, this bottle is strictly for the adults," he added, handing her the wine bottle that had been stashed in the hamper together with the food.
"My my, so polite and well trained too. Aren't you going to introduce us, Gem?" Luann joked from her seat next to Gemma, earning titters from the other ladies in the room. It had been a while since they met a man as polite as John.
"Allow me ladies," JT chimed in as he, Clay and Piney swept into the room to greet John and give him manly hugs. "Everyone, meet one of my good friends, John Winchester. John, meet the ladies of SAMCRO."
John nodded and smiled to the ladies in the room before reciprocating the introduction. "This tall young man is my son Sam, and this other young man beside me is my second son Adam. Say hi boys," to which both young men acceded to without complaint.
The other occupants of the room looked over the two casually dressed young men. The taller brother wore a brown jacket over plaid shirt and jeans, whereas the shorter and obviously younger brother wore a band tee under a dark hoodie and jeans as well. In fact, if not for the jackets and lack of kuttes, both young men could actually pass for any new Prospect or hang around of the club.
"You seem to be missing someone there, John. Where's my favourite girl?" Piney chimed into the conversation.
John shrugged his shoulders in apology. "She couldn't make it tonight, got caught up in something. She did mention that she would like to swing by the shop tomorrow to meet up with you and catch up with her best guy," John placated the cantankerous older man.
"She better. I haven't spoken to my favourite girl after my daughter in-law in while," Piney groused.
"Alright boys, let's move the conversation outta my kitchen. The food should be ready in short while and I'll call when it's done. So get!" Gemma shooed them away playfully.
As the men headed outside, Gemma continued barking out commands as she herded Donna Winston, the aforementioned daughter in-law to a side. Both Luann and Maureen leaned in to be part of the conversation.
"Donna, have you seen Jax yet?" the matriarch of the club queried her son's best friend's wife. Donna gave a hard shake of her head, indicating that she didn't know where Gemma's absentee son was. "I don't know where he is and Ope hasn't told me anything, but if I could guess it's gotta do with Wendy."
"That gash is still here?" Luann said incredulously. She wasn't around the lot much, so she wasn't up to date on the latest going-ons of the Prince of SAMCRO.
"I thought Jax had already run the junkie whore that is his wife out of town?" the Irish lilt voice of Maureen chimed in next.
Gemma gave both women a glare. "It's soon to be ex-wife, and that junkie gash had better be packing up her shit from my son's house. I heard that she came back from rehab and was going straight, and she tried to get back together with my son, but Jax called it quits after last time and gave the wifey her marching orders," the proud mama bear said smugly.
Luann and Maureen tittered, whereas Donna tried to hide her smirk behind her hand. "Now doesn't that remind you of someone?" Luann teased one of her oldest friends.
"Like mama, like son. I raised him well," she retorted snarkily.
"Gemma, the salad's done," a voice chimed from behind the group of women. The non sequitur was so at odds with what they were just discussing, it broke up the conversation as the four women couldn't help but laugh and shelve the discussion for a later time.
Unknown to them, a parallel conversation was going on outside on the patio. JT and Clay had cornered Opie Winston, son of Piney and Jax's lifelong best friend, to enquire about their son's whereabouts.
"Wendy called. Jax gave her the divorce papers yesterday, and she threw a fit in the middle of Rosen's office. Now she said that she wants to discuss the terms with Jax, he went on over to finalise the terms with her and get the ball rolling so to speak."
"Well hallelujah! The boy's finally woken up from his mistake with that Reno whore," Clay exclaimed in delight. "That's one of the best news I've heard all day."
"So he finally got tired of the gash and decided to boot her to the curb, huh? That's great news, son," JT agreed wholeheartedly with his best friend's assessment of the situation.
"Jax said that enough was enough, he wasn't goin' to save her again if she fell off the wagon another time. Once was one time too many," the gentle giant rumbled.
"Well, he better wrap up that business right quick, or my kids are gonna pout all night that their big brother ain't here to celebrate their birthday with them."
"If I know my god daughter right, she's gonna be calling her big brother to hurry on over here to do her every bidding and cater to her every whim."
"That boy has a sister complex a mile wide. I know that he's the same way with your girl, Trinity."
"He's sister whipped, that's what he is," Piney chimed in from the side. "There she goes, that fire cracker of yours Clay. I'll betcha fifty that she's calling her brother to ask where he is."
"That's a sucker bet and you know it," Clay groused as he pointed a cigar clenched finger to one of his oldest friends.
"Hey, the little princess has even got Trinity in on it," Opie added as the men saw JT's girl Trinity whip her phone out and dial furiously before putting it to her ear.
The call-out for dinner saved Jax's hide for the moment, as men, women, children and teens alike headed towards the long table that had been set up near the greenhouse for tonight's dinner purposes. As the party officially got under way, the wayward son of SAMCRO finally slunk in and bussed his sisters on the forehead.
"You're late!" came the petulant tones of Harper. Trinity just giggled, used to her sibling's antics.
"You know I didn't do that on purpose, darlin'," the bronzed god that was Jax Teller immediately placated his peevish sister with a wrapped present that he produced from behind his back. "I had to get this for ya', today being your birthday and all."
"Really? How sweet. You know this doesn't get you off the hook, right?"
"I know darlin', but that's just the appetizer sweetheart."
"Do I get some of that too?" Trinity chimed in cheekily. Jax grinned as he ruffled his other sisters' bangs. She huffed poutily, brushing his hand away from her hair.
"Yeah, it's gonna go together with your birthday gift next month, I promise," Jax reassured her.
"You didn't bring the Reno skank to my birthday, did you? You know mom will kill you if you did," Harper warned him.
"Nah baby sis, I don't see the gash anywhere near here," Mat jumped into the conversation as he sidled up to his big brother. "Hey bro, glad you could make it."Jax turned to give his younger brother a bro hug and another wrapped present. "This is part of my present to you, the other is with Clay."
Judging from the rounded shape and hard echo when Mat knocked on it, it was probably a helmet, which could equate to something like a motorbike from his dad.
"Now don't get too excited yet lil' brother, this here is just a taste of what you would get when you earn your top rocker, for now let's keep it to a side and enjoy Ma's fabulous cooking as usual," he warned. "Besides, no one has given me the low down on the new faces."
"The older guy with Dad and Uncle JT is John Winchester. He's some old friend of theirs from way back when," Mat replied eagerly. "The taller dude in plaid is his son Sam, and the younger guy with him is his brother Adam."
"Huh, so we got some new faces in town. Did they say if this visit of theirs is a temporary or permanent one?"
"No, Daddy didn't mention anything when he introduced them just now," Trinity said as she plopped a ¾ full plate in her brother's hands. "Eat up, cause I saw Mama Gemma heading this way. You might not get another chance after this."
"Aww shit, just what I needed," Jax cursed amid the snickers from his siblings, spotting his mother cutting a path through the party guests. This was going to be a long night.
AN : And….fin! For now at least. We get to meet some old characters, and see some new faces. Tell me what you think of my portrayal of Jax and the OCs. Love it? Hate it? Constructive criticism is always welcomed.