A/N: Quick disclaimer, seeing as I've failed to mention earlier: I, obviously, do not own SOA or the characters associated with the show. Just a fan.

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I'm sure it was purely my imagination, but the air stood still as soon as my bike passed through the wrought iron gates. The trees stopped swaying, the birds stopped chirping. I had no idea where to look, so I just pulled my bike into the small parking area in front of the main building and shut it off. I set my helmet on the handlebars as I climbed off the back. My hands were a little bit shaky, so I shoved them in the pockets of my leather jacket, even though it had to have been at least 80 degrees.

I headed to main building, but of course they were closed. Why could anything just be easy, ya know? But it didn't matter. I'd search the entire cemetery if that's what it took. I was practically in the center of the cemetery, so I looked around me wondering where to start.

I noticed a collection of flags sticking out of the ground near tombstones in the furthest corner in the back. I figured I'd just start there and just see where it led me. I checked tombstones as I passed them, hoping to catch a lucky break.

It wasn't until I reached those flags, however, in between two large trees, across from each other on either side, that the air loosened up and the flags began to dance in the breeze. It started with one name: Tara

Tara Grace Knowles

Beloved Wife and Mother

June 21, 1980- January 12, 2013

And then, next to it:

Jackson Nathaniel Teller

Beloved Father, Husband and Friend

October 4,1978- December 9, 2014

Normally, I wouldn't admit to showing a kink in my cool, but I'll be damned if I didn't get weak in the knees at the sight. I backed up against the tree behind me and slid down its trunk, somehow positioning myself in between the two of them. I pulled my knees up and rested my arms over the top, looking back and forth between the side by side plots that my parents had been laid to rest in all those years before.

In it's usual fashion, my thoughts created a tornado of all the things I wanted to say to them. I wanted to tell them what I knew, and what I had hoped to find by coming here. I wanted to tell my dad about the first time I wrecked my bike, the first time I got to third base with a girl, and how sick I got the first time I drank a beer. I wanted to tell my mom about the first A I'd gotten in English, the first time I fell in love, and the first time I had my heart broken.

But instead, I lit a cigarette and sat against the tree, sharing with them a comfortable silence. Just being there and remembering all those things about growing up that they didn't get to share with me, made me feel as if finally they could be a part of it.

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"Hey yo!," I heard sometime later, shaking me from the little nap I allowed myself to indulge in while visiting my parents. I opened my eyes slowly, surprised to see that the sun was setting already. I stretched my legs out, before climbing to my feet and looking toward the source of the noise.

"You alive over there, kid?," the feminine voice called out again. She was a good 20 feet away from me, standing between another identical set of stones.

" M' fine," I responded, my guard up for no apparent reason. I was originally hoping that she'd just go away, leave me to whatever the hell it was that I was doing. Instead, she looked behind her briefly and started to walk toward me. I sighed deeply and stuffed my hands in my pockets.

"I'm kind of surprised to see someone else visiting Sons corner," she said when she got close enough. She was just slightly shorter then me, with long brown hair that waved down her skin tight Harley-Davidson tank top. She was cute, but definitely older then me, mid to late twenties if I had to guess. But her eyes were ageless, a deep cerulean blue. "These days, people usually only come on holidays and birthdays."

"Sons corner?," I asked, wondering what she meant. I was pretty sure the gate read Charming Memorial Cemetery.

"You know…," she said shrugging slightly. "The place all sons go to rest?" I raised an eyebrow at her, more confused then ever.

"Everyone in this corner of the cemetery is SAMCRO affiliated, whether it's a member, an old lady or in some sad cases, a child. How can you even visit someone out here and not know that?," she asked. I shrugged, kind of pissed at her condescending tone. "Who are you out here sleeping with anyway?," she asked, finally turning to look at the graves. "Jax and Tara?," she asked me with wide eyes. I didn't answer.

"Holy shit, I knew you looked familiar. You look just like Jax. I didn't know him real well, he died when I was still just a kid, but I remember he was always real nice to me and especially to my step mom." Damn, this girl could talk.

"So which one are you? Abel or Thomas? There was always talk amongst us club kids that it would be Abel who came back to follow in Jax's footsteps." I shoved my hands in my pockets. It was weird to know people were talking about me that I didn't even know existed. "So?," she asked when the two second silence was too much for her.

"Thomas," I said shortly, still trying to decide if I found her annoying or alluring.

"Well hot damn," she said extending her hand. "Nice to meet you, Thomas Teller. I'm Ellie Winston. Our dads were best friends growing up." I shook her hand hesitantly. "So what's your plan, Tommy? You coming out here to try to patch in or…what?," she asked, crossing her arms over her chest and seeming to take in every inch of me.

"I just want answers," I said honestly, not knowing what else to say.

"Don't we all?," she said softly as she peered back toward the graves she had just visited. "Those are my parents over there," she said with a nod. "I've lived in Charming my whole life and I still don't know everything I'd like to know."

I heard some screaming from the parking lot and turned my eyes, seeing a guy standing next to a bike and waving his hands toward us. Ellie held up a hand, acknowledging him. "I better go," she said with a small, sad smile. "Don't want to piss of my old man. I hope you find what you're looking for Thomas Teller," she said before heading back to where her guy waited for her.

As I watched her walk away, I realized something critical. I just missed an opportune situation to discover my next step. I needed to find Club HQ and talk to the people who my parents knew best. It seemed to me that she would know exactly where I needed to go. So I quickly turned toward my parents graves and muttered a quick "See you soon," before following Ellie toward the parking lot.

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"So much for it only taking a minute. Out there flirting with jail bait like you ain't got no damn sense while I'm over here waiting for you?," I could hear her boyfriends angry words as I got closer. "What the fuck's the matter with you, El? You think I ain't got more important shit to do then wait on you to visit a fucking ghost? "

I noticed his cut, the grim reaper sewn in the back giving him away instantly. This dick was a Son.

"Show some respect, Cal. I don't think T & C would take so lightly to you talking shit about their family," she said softly as she reached for her helmet. He smacked it out of her hand and grabbed her chin, pulling her face so that there was maybe an inch between them.

"What's with all this disrespect?," he said, practically spitting at her. I slowed my steps, my hand falling instinctively to the 6 inch pocketknife I kept in my pocket, as I listened to their exchange. "Do I have to remind you what happens when you forget your place?" I heard her whisper "no," softly before he pushed her backward by the chin in disgust.

I walked up to them, stepping in between Ellie where she stood rubbing her chin, and in between the bastard who thought it was okay to put his hands on a woman. If there was one thing that Nero taught me growing up, it was that woman is something to be cherished and protected. A man is never, under any circumstances and for any reason, ever, to put his hands on a woman in a violent manner.

"What the fuck's your problem, man?," I said, glaring at him. Ellie looked between the two of us as Cal stepped off his bike.

"Mind your own business, Jail bait. Ain't got shit to do with you." I stepped forward, not letting his size or his demeanor intimate me. I might not have grown up in Charming, but I damn sure knew how to handle myself. I've beaten bigger with less motivation.

"I see a man your size hittin' on a woman her size and I'd damn well say it's got everything to do with me," I countered. Ellie held her hands out, stopping either of us from taking another step toward each other.

"Tommy," she said to me, almost pleadingly. "It's not a good idea, okay? I'm fine." I let my gaze flick toward her briefly, even though I knew better. Cal knocked her out of the way easily, like batting away a fly.

I ducked down, just in time to miss a solid punch to my left cheek. I came up quickly, landing a blow under his chin, before bringing my knee up to catch him again as he came back down. He fell to the ground, groaning. I stood above him and brought my foot down, with just enough force and precision to knock him out effectively without doing any real damage. Although, I imagine the damage to that douche bags brain was done long before I got there.

I helped Ellie to her feet, and she looked down at Cal.

"Shit. You shouldn't have done that, Tommy."

"Don't worry about it," I responded, reaching down and picking up her helmet off the ground. I dusted it off quickly and handed it back to her. She took it gingerly, and I stepped beside her, resting my hand on her lower back and urging her toward my bike.

"Where are we going?," she asked as she climbed behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.

"Take me to SAMCRO," I said, my head tilted to the side so that I could see most of her face. She sighed deeply.

"Do you like icecream?," she asked with a small, almost worried smile, before I started the bike and let Ellie Winston lead the way.

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TBC...

WHEW! I'm so happy to get that out. It's been festering in there for a few days, but I had life shit to do and just couldn't get the time. But I am soooooo happy that I finally got it out.

And holy shit, guys. The reviews? The follows and favorites? I'm on a high over here, ya'll. Thank you so much for the support. Keep it up. Keeps me motivated. I feel so bad for my other followers for other stories because I just can't get this one out of my brain.

Also… I don't know what the actual name of the cemetery in Charming is. And I don't know Jax's actual character birthday… or the death days.. So I just made some stuff up. The sons corner thing.. Purely imagination…. Hope you guys bought it.. Lol.. Thanks for reading guys.. I appreciate you!