I don't own SOA, lucky bastard Kurt Sutter does.
Chapter 2: Off and away we go.
When Chief Unser had given her a call that afternoon asking her to fly to California for formal questioning, she knew there was no turning back. Would they want her in their lives? Would she be able to be the daughter/sister that they wanted? She carefully packed her bags because she didn't know if she would stay. Ms Baxton would stay at the house and hold off her siblings attempts to find out she had flown the coop. Melody had called ahead to a hotel outside of Charming for reservations and had secured a vehicle, last thing she wanted was to be towed around in a cop car.
"Ms Baxton, I am leaving, if Lydia calls tell her I went to Boston to visit a friend. I don't want them to know anything yet." Melody grabbed her cell phone and placed it in her purse.
The taxi was waiting for her outside and she was nervous about the flight there, it was too much time to think about things she simply didn't have any control over.
Charming: SOA Clubhouse
"So you are telling me that rat Jacob Hale had his hand in Jenna's disappearance? He knew the whole time where she was." Clay's face was one of furious anger as his hand slammed the table.
"We have to find out how much of this Jacob Hale knew about. I highly doubt he was the one that went in and took Jenna." Bobby offered some sense into the conversation that had the club riding in and killing Jacob Hale on the spot.
"Bobby's right, we have to keep a low profile. With the ATF in town, we need to keep this contained. Unser is going to call me when Jenna's plane is in the air, that way we can meet her at the airport and escort her into Charming ourselves." Jax explained. He nor the club wanted this to blow up in their faces, revenge for Jenna's kidnapping would have to wait until they found out more about how the Sanderson's got her out of the hospital.
"Jax your phone, it's ringing." Half-Sack came with Jax's phone ringing.
"Thanks shithead." Jax took the phone from the prospect.
"Yeah." Jax answered sounding a little more annoyed than what he meant to.
"Her plane left the ground two hours ago, private plane being piloted by a Burt Gambit and she is listed as the only passenger. It's manifest says it's to land in Sacramento in two hours and she has a 2009 Escape waiting for her at the airport, along with reservations at a motel fifteen minutes outside of Charming." Unser relayed the information.
"Thanks Chief. I'll call you later when we get her."
Jax hung up the phone and Clay, Bobby, Juice, Chibs, Tig, and Piney were waiting to hear about what would be happening.
"She's landing in Sacramento airport in two hours; she has a car waiting on her and has a room at the motel fifteen minutes outside of Charming." Jax relayed the information.
"That's Mayan territory." Tig answered.
"Only a Teller would pick Mayan territory." Piney laughed as he took another hit of his joint.
Jax had to laugh at that one, of course. "Tig, Chibs, and I will go to the airport and meet her. Clay can you keep mom distracted while we get Jenna?"
"I'll try." Clay shook his head.
"So are we calling her Melody or Jenna?" Juice piped up.
Clay gave him a hard look, "Shut up retard."
Sacramento Airport
"Miss Sanderson you can disembark, I'll get your luggage." The pilot came back to the cabin where Melody had started on a new business proposal. Since she was going to be in the area she might as well see if Elliot Oswald wanted to help her unload some Arabian horses that were getting a little too old to race. She saved her files and grabbed her laptop, purse, and carryon and went down the stairs. The SUV was waiting just as the rental place promised, hopefully it came with a GPS system otherwise she was screwed; directions were never her strong suit.
The pilot loaded up her bags in the back of the SUV, while she got acquainted with the SUV and realized it didn't have a GPS system in it. "Shit."
"Well, that isn't the response I was hoping for." Melody zipped around and came face to face with a blonde haired man with a biker vest.
"Sorry, I am really bad at directions; I was hoping it had a GPS system in it." Melody rambled nervously. What was this guy doing here anyway?
"That's alright, I'm Jackson Teller, your brother." Jax dropped the bomb on her right off the bat.
"Oh," Melody didn't know what to say next, one because she had no words right now and secondly she didn't know how to navigate a situation like this. She had been in countless board meetings amongst some of the toughest business people in the industry and always had a comeback or retort, but not when it came to her newly found brother. She looked around and realized they were not entirely alone, Burt had gone back to the cockpit but there in the distance she could see other bikers almost staring down the brother/sister pair, mostly her though.
"That design, it was on the baby clothes in the attic, what does it mean? I mean I don't know anyone around Salem who would even think to put that on their baby clothes much less a onsie." She said the first thing that came to her mind, it sounded stupid even as it left her mouth.
"It's part of the motorcycle club, our father and our step-dad founded the club years ago Your SAMCRO, part of us, protected by us." Jax offered her his hand and Melody took it.
"So I take it that you believe me? That you think I am not crazy."
"Yeah we believe you, plus your choice in hotels is only one a Teller can make."
"What do you mean?" There was obviously a lot of things she was missing.
"I'll explain once we get back to the garage, if you'll follow me and the guys we'll take you there. Plus mom is probably terrorizing the rest of the shop, we should go rescue the rest of the crew." Jax let go of her hand and embraced her, the last thing she thought she would get was a hug.
