AN:
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I hope not to disappoint, but enjoy the read.


Chapter Three
Prospect


Kelly exhaled the smoke, she sat at a table in the clubhouse, her shift finished, and she wasn't ready to unpack just yet. Her finger flicking ash into the ashtray, her eyes focused on the door. She couldn't hear anything on the other side.

Shifting her weight cautiously, she heard the door open, the club members heading towards the bar. She kept quiet. Jackson being one of the last to step out, he stopped looking her over, "What brings you here?" He asked stepping closer.

"Nothing," She lied, "Okay something I need to take up with Clay." Taking in more of the smoke before putting it out, "If that's okay?"

Jackson cocked his head to the door, "He's in there." He now touched Kelly's arm, "Why are you back?"

Kelly shrugged, "I have my reasons, but right now I'd rather take them up with Clay." She stepped away heading for the chapel.

Walking into the open door, Kelly watch Clay lighting up a cigar, she carefully closed the door behind her, her attention on the man who'd she grown to know as uncle. "So, I was wondering when you would show up." Clay watched Kelly standing at the door, "you might as well sit down." He pointed towards a chair.

Kelly moved slowly, sitting down her full attention on Clay, "How'd you know?"

"Girl, you've had this history of being nosy," He inhaled smoke letting it slowly exhaled, "You turning up now, isn't really out of the blue," He looked serious, "Was it."

Kelly signed, "Well, I might have been," She bit her tongue for a second, "You know I hate that you can see right through me." Her hands on the table, her eyes studying over the clubs symbol carved into the wood.

"Girl, I knew your mind, that time you was nine, with your hand in the cookie jar." He laughed, "You have a habit of being" He tried to think of the right word. "Curious." Clay kept watching her.

Kelly exhaled, "Well, I don't need to dance around it, but I want prospect." Her voice serious, "I know why you'll say no, but humour me."

"The club is a solid brotherhood, we find it's how we are, how we're going to be." He inhaled more from his cigar, "I mean, there are plenty of things you can do to help…" His voice lingered.

"I ain't gonna be no tart." Kelly snapped, "I didn't come all this way to give a guy a happy to feel safe, I know how to take care of myself, but what I really want it to be in," Kelly realised how much Clay was paying attention. "Give me prospect, let me prove I have more balls than the other clowns, and I promise you, I mean promise that you won't regret it." She got to her feet, "I just want a chance."

Clay thought about it, "Well it won't be up to me little miss," He kept his tone serious, "It will have to be put to a vote and the vote is final." Clay exhaled, "So I'll put it up for a vote next meeting." He kept focus on her, "But like I said the Sons is a brotherhood, I don't really think it will be a vote in your favour." He got up walking over to her, he lightly touched her cheek; he knew he wasn't saying this to be spiteful.

"Up for the vote," Kelly nodded, "Well if you don't mind, I want to catch up with my cousin."

Clay nodded, "Just remember, vote." He watched her leave the room; he inhaled more from his cigar thinking it over himself.


Jackson watched the door; he reached for his bottle of beer taking a swig of it. He knew the only reason anyone come into the club to talk to Clay, was the new prospect position. Then Jackson couldn't believe Kelly would even try and go for it, but he watched the door open wit her walking out smiling. "So Jax, catching up time." She rubbed her hands together.

"What was that about?" He pointed to the door, he watched Kelly heading to the bar, and she glanced to Chibs with a grin.

"Mind getting a gal a beer?" Kelly asked ignoring Jackson's question.

"Sure," Chibs looked over Kelly, "You know I still remember you being too young to drink." He popped the cap off the beer bottle handing it to her.

Kelly rolled her eyes, "Yes, but then I never followed rules, and I'm legal being Twenty two and all." She held the bottle up.

Jackson laughed, "Yeah, keep reminding us your age," He sipped more of his beer, "So what did you need to take up with Clay?" His attention went to the chapel, finally falling back on Kelly.

"You'll find out sooner or later." Kelly took her beer, she felt Jackson take hold of her arm. "You know Gemma would kill you if she found out." His eyes dead set on hers.

"Well then, maybe she won't need to find out, it's up for a vote anyway." Her arm shook Jackson off, "But you gotta remember I'm not a stupid person, I know what the club is, and I know I can do what ever is needed."

"Yeah, that's what scares me Kelly," He watched her closely, "But again, I doubt you'll even pass the vote." He watched her face; she didn't even change her expression.

"Well, I'll have to wait and see…" Lifting the bottle to her lips, "But with all that aside, I thought we were going to be catching up?" Her eyes kept studying around the club, "I mean, it's been too long."

Jackson exhaled slowly, "Okay, but first you need to tell me what happened with college?"

"How did I know you'd bring that up?" Kelly laughed, "I kinda got booted out." She then laughed again, "Lesson learned, never fuck the teaching staff…" She watched Jackson look surprised to this being said.

"Kelly!" He placed his beer bottle down, "And here was me thinking you were smart." He raised his eyebrow, "At lest tell me he wasn't old as shit."

"No, not old as shit," She glanced to the pool table, "Wanna play?" She asked with a hope to get onto a better subject.

"Fine, but serious don't tell Gemma that." Jackson picked up a pool cue.

Kelly nodded finding one for herself, "I wasn't planning on telling her that, I like breathing." She then brushed her hair from her face, "Wanna set up cuz?"


Kelly won, "See I think I am owed…" She did the math in her head, "Fifty eight bucks," Her hand out to Jackson, "Cough it up!" she placed her pool cue back.

"You know, I let you win…" He took some noted out of his pocket placing them on the table. "If you don't mind me, I'm gonna go call Tara, let her know I'm running late."

Kelly nodded, "Don't want to let down the old lady." She laughed drinking more of her beer picking up the notes and pocketing them.

"Oh shut it," Jackson walked away, he knew Kelly was on her tenth beer, and she wasn't a heavy drinker, so he knew he'd have to give her a ride home.

Kelly saluted Jackson, she carefully walked over to the bar placing her empty bottle down, her attention going to someone on a laptop. She slid over looking to the screen. "What you doing?"

Juice stopped typing side glancing to Kelly, "I'm trying to do something for the club," He kept it simple, then looked over her, "You know Kelly, I think you might want to cool off on the beers." He nodded.

"Yes, but then Juice, you tend to just think that I'm going to do that." She patted his arm, "But seriously, how have you been?" her voice light, but Juice could tell she was being nosy.

Closing the laptop, he studied her eyes, "I'm good," He then took a drink from his own beer, "College, you got kicked out." He laughed, "I guess it doesn't work out for everyone."

"Nope, it doesn't…" Her hand played on the bar, "But you are doing fine for yourself." Her body leant back against the bar taking a sip of his beer.

Juice took the bottle off her, "Yeah, guess you're being dare devil and wanting to try for prospect?"

"Yup…" Kelly brushed a hand over the laptop, "Just cos I don't have a dick, doesn't mean I can't do what you guys do." Her voice was carefree.

Juice nodded, "But can you ride?" He smiled, he never really knew Kelly, she moved out of Charming before he turned up.

Kelly playfully ran a finger up his arm, "Pretty much anything…" Her voice soft, "I love riding." She gave him a playful wink.

"And this is where I'm going to take you home…" Jackson held a hand around her waist, "Sorry man, she's a lightweight." He winked to Juice.

Juice opened the laptop again, "Yeah, I guessed that much," His voice careful, not looking at his laptop, but on Kelly.

"I was just answering a question…" Kelly felt Jackson pulling her away; she kept giving Juice flirty eyes.

"Yes, and you're drunk, Gemma called for me to bring you home." He lifted her up quickly, "Now say goodnight."

"Goodnight…" She waved to the club, "Vote for Kelly!" She fist punched the air while feeling Jackson taking her into the cold night air. "Gemma really call you?" She asked seriously.

"No, but I am not leaving you in a club full of men, cos then Gemma would kill me." Jackson put her onto her feet, "So I'm taking you home, you got work in the morning, and then the vote tomorrow afternoon." He handed her a helmet, "So big day."

"Super big!" Kelly now got onto the back of Jackson's bike, she rested her head feeling it come to life, tomorrow was going to be a long day.