AUTHOR'S NOTE: HUGE HUGE HUGE THANK-YOU'S go out to everyone who reviewed this little tale. I had only planned it to be a one-short. I had every intention of posting and going back to my first SOA baby. Then the holidays, life, and work intruded. As usual nothing worked quite according to plan. Anyway, I was searching through my notes, hoping for inspiration for my much neglected SOA baby Abel; I stopped to read the kind reviews for this little tale once more. What I found is this, as one reviewer said Kamaria Jay I think I too really like Katie and think that she could be a lot of fun. So here I am, hoping this makes a good chapter/extended story. As well as hoping that someone / anyone is still reading. Maybe along the way I will find the inspiration I need to get back to my first fanfic baby. In any case enough of my rambling on. Thank you to Harlow Rayne, GemmaTellerSoa, Jodes93, Loneplam, Alistensrude, Kamaria Jay, and Guest
DISCLAIMER: As always I own nothing but my OC/Katie. Anything that is associated with SOA belongs to Kurt Sutter/Sutter Ink/ FX.
Chapter 2
Katie went storming through the clubhouse; mad as an old wet hen. Slamming through the kitchen door she muttered, "How dare he – that piece of shit! Preach to me his double standards about the way I dress …..UGGGHHHHH! He is such a….a man-whore." Angry with Jax and herself, she looked for something or someone to vent her anger at.
Turning around in the center of the room, she noticed the old gray mop bucket on wheels; most likely left sitting around by one of the prospects. Not realizing the bucket was still almost completely full she cut loose with a deep groan of frustration before giving the old bucket one good swift kick. As dirty mop water splashed back on her legs, feet, and across the floor she cursed Jax's name in vain once more.
Stepping around the mess she made her way towards the small supply closet to look for a mop. Within seconds she found what she needed was viciously attacking the mess she had made, cursing and mumbling under her breath. "Whoa killer, take it easy on that poor mop and floor what did either of them ever do to you?" Jax joked.
Thinking she was alone, the sound of his laughter startled her some. Jerking she dropped the mop to the floor. Turning around slowly, she noted Jax leaning against the door frame. Her eyes roamed his body noting several things simultaneously; his dark wash jeans riding low on his lean hips, his bare chest, his black SAMCRO t-shirt and kutt hanging loosely in his right hand. 'Just rolled out of bed with that slut and still looks good enough to eat damn him,' she thought with irritation bubbling through her system. "Jax…" she began with an outward patience and calm she certainly did not feel by any stretch of the imagination. "Just walk away Jax….walk away" she smiled; which given the way she felt probably looked really rather cold and twisted.
Jax wasn't stupid he immediately noticed the forced calm coupled with frustration rolling off Katie in waves. The smile she shot him wasn't her usual one of warmth and mischief. Her current expression was cold …..and well twisted for lack of a better word. She was fine a couple hours ago when they talked he wondered absently what ruined her day so quickly.
Katie returned her attention to the forgotten mop. Scooping it from the floor she continued cleaning up her mess. Muttering under her breath, her legs were soaking wet – where the mop water had splashed back on her. 'Dammit' she thought idly "these are my favorite pair of jeans too.' As she finished mopping up the last of the water, she could still Jax's eyes watching her move around the room. 'Damn stubborn ass man….why can't he take a hint and leave me the hell alone for now?'
Sensing that wasn't ready to share whatever was eating at her; Jax pushed away from the door frame – turning to walk away. On second thought, he turned and quickly headed back to the kitchen doorway "You know Katie, I'm around if you decide you want to talk!"
With her back to him Katie called out sweetly "Maybe your right Jax…maybe we should talk." As she hung the mop back up in the supply cabinet she turned to face him head on. She opened her mouth unsure of just what exactly she was about to say when she was interrupted.
Jax smiled, his lady killer grin filling his face "sure munchkin what's on your mind?"
'Munchkin…Munchkin…Munchkin' Jax hadn't called her that since they were kids in middle school or high school. Was that what his attitude earlier was all about? Did he give her that damned double standard pep talk because he still saw her as a 'munchkin?' Struggling for control, Katie glanced wildly around the room, her gaze coming to rest on the old mop bucket. Carefully she bent down and picked it up. Turning around she moved with quick purposeful steps. As she moved closer to him, she noted that he had dumped his shirt and kutt on the floor just outside the kitchen doorway. Probably for the best, Katie could appreciate good leather and she would hate to screw up his. Smiling genuine and sweet, she promptly turned the mop bucket up-side down and watched as the contents splattered all down Jax's head and chest causing a small puddle on the floor at his feet. Smiling sweetly, she giggled, dropping the bucket to the floor, she gently smacked his chest, "I would love to talk now Jax, but it looks as though you may need to clean up." She giggled as she inched past him – careful not to get too close to his wet shaking frame.
As she left the kitchen, she saw Emily Duncan leaving the clubhouse giggling. 'Should have saved the mop water for her,' she laughed as she made her way across the bar room.
Author's Note: Not as long of a chapter as I first thought. I hope you guys enjoy it none the less. Please read and review. I am stretching myself trying to stay updated with all of my current fanfics. But, I promise to stay as up to date and current with this as my muse and of course life will allow. Thanks for reading xoxox OZ!