Summary: Samantha Winston grew up in Charming, and being the daughter of one of the original nine founders of SAMCRO had its advantages, Sam was involved in everything the club did, she went to meetings, and she road with the men. But, it came with its disadvantages as well. The danger, the near constant hunting, the war. But throughout it all, Sam loved it. She loved the people, the bikes, the club's. And then she got excepted into her dream collage, and her family were defiantly not going to let her pass up this opportunity. But now, two years later, Sam's in trouble and she's going back to the only place and the only people who make her feel safe. She's going back home, to Charming, to the Sons, to Jax.
Author's Note: This story starts a few months before the pilot episode, it will end up merging with season one of the show though, so we're going to be seeing a lot of action in upcoming chapters so stay tuned! Also, please note that Tara is not going to be a major part of this story, sorry Tara lovers but she's not going to be in here a lot and she will not end up with Jax.
WARNING: Slight cursing and slight suggestive themes ahead.
Note: A huge thank you to anyone who has followed or faviroted this story, you guys have no idea how much it means to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Sons of Anarchy, all I own is this story and my OC's.
Chapter Nine: The Birth of Abel
When Jax, Sam, Tig, Bobby, and Clay pulled back up to Teller-Morrow, it was just another day. Clay went off to talk with Leroy another town over and w as taking Tig with him, Bobby was off somewhere, and Sam and Jax went off to work.
The moment Jax had parked his bike, Sam hopped off and removed her helmet just in time to see Half-Sack and Chibs pull into the lot with the tow truck connected to what looked like a lemon with a deer half way through the windshield. Sam and Jax walked up, hands intertwined, just as Chibs and Half-Sack hopped out of the tow truck.
"Some days you're the beamer, some days you're the goddamn deer." Jax said smirking, shaming his head in amusement. He unhooked the car and Sam went to stand next to Chibs. "Some yuppie creamed her up at the streams." Chibs informed them, watching in mild amusement as Sam surveyed the damage done to both the car and deer curiously. "He run into it or hit a tree while it was giving him head?" Jax said, half seriously and half sarcastically. Sam snorted and rolled her eyes, "Come on Jax, really?" Jax grinned at her cheekily.
"How the hell you want me to get it out of there?" Half-Sack asked, leaning against the car slightly as he looked at Jax. Jax looked at Half-Sack for a moment before he got this devious grin on his face. He jumped over the hook on the truck and opened a compartment in the side of the truck before beginning to rifle through it. Sam groaned, closing her eyes in mock exasperation. She had a feeling she knew what was coming. Just as Sam expected, Jax turned back to Chibs, Half-Sack, and Sam to show what he had grabbed. A chainsaw.
"Come on. Jesus, man." Half-Sack said, backing up a few steps. "Just pretend it's 'Carve your own steak' night at Sizzler." Jax said, the same devious smirk on his face. Half-Sack looked at Jax seriously and said, "I don't eat meat, man." Jax didn't even look sympathetic. "Figure it out, grunt." Half-Sack gave him a baleful look before walking over to the tow truck door and opening it. Sam followed after him, still in disbelief that Half-Sack didn't eat meat.
"What the hell happened?" Chibs demanded, turning to Jax who was lighting a cigarette. The two men began to walk over towards the middle of the lot as Jax replied, "Mayans torched the warehouse. Stole the Niners' M4s." Chibs gave Jax a disbelieving look. "Holy shit." Jax nodded in agreement. "Clay's gone to sit down with Leroy, try and buy some time." Chibs found one flaw in that plan, "Niners already paid for that hardware." Jax nodded, "That's the tricky part." Just then, Jax's phone began to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket, barley giving the caller ID a glance before flipping it open. "Hey, ma." He greeted, turning around after handing Chibs his cigarette. "Did you go to storage?" Gemma asked, driving her car back from the market. "Not yet, Sam and I just got back." Jax responded. "Well, if there's something you can use - I haven't looked through that baby stuff in years, not since Sam left at least." Jax smiled, grinning as Sam began to make a beeline towards him and away from where Half-Sack was starting up the chainsaw, a look of disgust already on his face. "I'm sure anything will help." Jax replied.
It was then that Half-Sack began to fire up the chainsaw, and Sam eagerly watched with a grin and a sparkle in her eyes. "Still coming to dinner tomorrow night? I'm picking up steaks from the German." Gemma said, and Jax nodded, "Yeah, I think Sam's getting tired of eating take out."
"You should bring Chibs and that new kid too." Gemma said.
Half-Sack began to approach the deer and lifted the chainsaw inside the car, looking up at the sky in disgust. Blood began to splatter inside of the car and Jax looked over to find Sam howling with laughter at the look on Half-Sack's face. "The new kid doesn't eat meat." Jax said, responding to his mother's previous statement. "Don't patch him in. Can't trust anyone who doesn't eat meat." Gemma said, just as Half-Sack began to retch. Sam being Sam, was laughing so hard she had tears running down her face at this point and Chibs had to basically hold her up or she would fall.
"Hey, you heard from my crazy ex-wife at all?" Jax suddenly asked, changing the subject altogether. "Never answers her goddamn phone." Gemma snorted, "That's cause she knows it's you. And because Sam scared and scares the hell out of her."
"Yeah, well, she's supposed to be sending me the doctor bills. I haven't seen one in weeks."
"I'll go by on my way home. I'll check in on her. And ask Sam if there's anything she needs me to pick up." Gemma ordered. Jax chuckled, "Yes ma'am."
He turned to Sam, who had calmed down but was still whipping away tears. "Ma wants to know if there's anything you need from the market." He told her and the raven haired woman smiled. "Gimme." She commanded, holding out a hand. Jax rolled his eyes playfully before dropping his cell in Sam's waiting hand.
"Gemma, it's Sam."
Gemma smiled, "Sammy, sweetheart, is there anything you need me to pick up?"
Sam thought for a moment, "Yeah, there are two things. The monthly addition of LIFE magazine and that new book, Paper Towns by John Greene."
"Alright baby, see you when I get back."
"Okay Gemma, here's Jax." Sam said before handing the phone over to Jax.
"Thanks for everything... Grandma." Jax said with a grin. "Asshole." Gemma said fondly before the two hung up.
A little while later, Jax and Sam made their way to the storage units that he'd all their baby stuff out back.
As Jax rifled through the piles of stuff through the middle, Sam began to search closer to the wall. "You remember this thing?" Jax suddenly said, making Sam look up to see he was holding a small rifle that Jax had gotten when they were kids. "Yeah, you remember the first time you shot it?" She countered and Jax grinned sheepishly, "How can keep not? I almost hit your old man, boy was he pissed." Sam laughed, and the two found that the more boxes they went through the more memories there was to be found.
Sam had just moved an old Rock 'Em Sock 'Em toy when she caught sight of a dusty white cardboard box with the names 'John & Abigail' wrote I. Faded black marker. "Hmm? What's this?" Sam muttered, unintentional drawing Jax's attention as she pulled the box out with a little difficulty. She held it in her arms and showed it to Jax, who was just as curious. He took the box and placed it atop a couple of totes and ran his hand over it, removing some of the dust and the two read what it said, 'John & Abigail Misc.' The two shared a look before Jax pulled open the top.
The first thing they saw was an aging orange envelope. When it was opened and tipped over, it was revealed that it's contents were pictures. Jax and Sam both had bitter smiles as they looked through the pictures, there were some of John and Gemma; Gemma and Clay; Abigail and Piney; but most of the pictures were of Abigail and John together, it came as no surprise to either Jax or Sam. They had heard the stories about how close Abigail and John had been, they were best friends. Just like Sam and Jax.
Sam put the pictures back in their folder and set them off to the side, just as Jax pulled out a black binder and another orange envelope fell out. But, this envelope had writing on it. 'ORIGINAL 3-15-1993' was what it read. Jax opened the heavily tapped envelope and pulled out two thick stacks of paper. He held the two packets up side by side and showed Sam what they said. One said: 'The Life and Death of SAMCRO. How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way. By John Thomas Teller.' The other packet said: ' The Life of SAMCRO's First Daughter. By Abigail Jane Winston.'
Sam reached out slowly, almost hesitantly, and took the packet written by her mother from Jax's hands. She flipped it open and began to read: 'To my daughter Sam, who I know will make me proud and show the world just what a Daughter of SAMCRO can do. May you find all the happiness in the world Sammy.'
It was then that Jax began to read aloud, "For my son's and goddaughter. Thomas, who is already at peace. And Jackson and Samantha, may they never know this life of chaos."
Sam and Jax were both quite as they each took a seat and began to read.
It had been a few hours time when Jax gently shook Sam to get her attention. She looked up, blinking her eyes to clear away the cloudy feeling she got from reading so long. "Come on, let's go back to my room." Sam nodded and stood up. She held onto the box that held priceless memories and their parents' manuscripts as Jax closed the door to the storage unit and locked it once more before the two made their way back to the clubhouse. Neither spoke, each to lost in their thoughts.
When they were both finally settled back down again, with Sam leaning against the backboard of Jax's bed while he sat at the end of it, silence filled the room as the two kept reading. Sam's gaze flew as she drank up each word eagerly, like a man dying of thirst would greedily gulp down a glass of water. The world her mother was describing was one that Sam couldn't say she knew, it was the early days of the Sons, but Sam knew that that was all about to change. One quote stuck out to her, "As time went on it became more and more obvious to me that John had some strange sort of hero complex. He seemed to have some sort of misguided idea that the world is in all black and white when in reality there is a multitude of grey. And, it seemed to me, that he was quickly becoming the only one in this club to think that way." So, if Sam was reading what her mother was saying correctly, everybody else was changing and basically growing up, while John Teller still looked at the world a little bit blindly.
Sam didn't get much time to think about that however, as in the next second Chibs came strolling down the hallway and banged on the door. "Jax, Sam, we're at the Table." Chibs called, telling the two it was time for a meeting. "Okay!" Jax called back as he and Sam set about placing all the pictures and manuscripts back into their box before hiding them underneath a bunch of clothes in Jax's dresser. Sam grabbed her cut, which she had thrown over the back of a chair, and slid it on as she followed behind Jax who was doing the same thing. Sam waited, albeit impatiently, for Jax as he locked his bedroom door before the two headed down the hallway towards the meeting room. On the way there they passed the memorial of John and Abigail, John's bike that had been custom painted by Abigail. Jax latter the bike handle and Sam the gas handle, they then passed a wall of photos that were mugshots. And the two newest? The were two side by side pictures of Sam and Jax.
Inside the meeting room, the main people in SAMCRO were gathered.
"I got one more day out of Leroy, that's it." Clay was saying, gazing around the table at the others. To Clay's left sat Ajax, followed by Sam, followed by Bobby, followed by Juice, and so forth. "Niners are expected a huge heroin shipment. The carbines are for protection." Clay explained.
"What happens if those Mayans crash that dope party with Leroy's M4s?" Bobby asked, saying what everyone was thinking. "We lose all the Niner business, buy ourselves a huge black-" Jax answered, but before Jax could finish Clay cut in. "That ain't gonna happen." He snapped, slamming a hand down angrily on the table. "These Mexi-assholes come into our territory. The steal from us. They shit on our livelihood. I don't care who we gotta grease or kill. I want those goddamn guns back." Clay snapped, turning furious eyes on Jax. Jax held up his hands, "All right. Me, Sam, and Chibs will pull together all our current intel on the Mayans. Juice, start hacking into crime databases. Get addresses of any Mayans in the system." Jax said, turning to Juice who nodded.
"Wherever you find those guys, Bobby, I want a fat man and little boy... every inch of that goddamn place." Clay ordered, only for Jax to cut in. "Bobby's got Tahoe this weekend." Bobby protested, "No. I'm cancelling that shit." Everybody began to speak at once in protest, only for Bobby to raise his voice to be heard. "I should be able to decide-" Before he could finish, Clay cut in. "You got two ex-wives who already spent the goddamn casino checks. Last thing we need is P.I.'s and lawyers camping out out front."
"And who's gonna handle the pyro, I'm not there?" Bobby countered. "Why not let Sam do it?" Tig suggested, and said woman looked up wide eyed. "Dude, not such a good idea. Do you remember the last time she was around Pryor, instead of her blowing up the building she nearly blew us up. And unless they taught you some fancy chemicals shit, which I highly doubt they do, I don't want to be around Sam when she has any kind of pyrotechnic in her hand. No offense." Juice said, protesting immediately. "Well then why not Opie? Nobody blows up shit better than Opie." Tig suggested again, making Sam scowl at the mention of her brother, she still hadn't forgiven him for what he had done. Jax protested immediately, "Opie's leaning right these days." He countered, still not happy about the fact he had gotten decked by Opie. "Opie's gonna lead any way we need him to." Clay retorted unhappily. "You get him on board." Clay said before walking out and silently dismissing the meeting.
As everyone else headed towards the bar, Sam sat in her seat unhappily with Jax staring at her. After a moment of silence he spoke, "Come on Sam, you gotta talk to him. He's your brother." Sam turned re dot him slowly, her eyes flashing and making Jax regret his choice of words. "No Jackson, I don't have to do anything. Least of all speak to Harry." Jax flinched as Sam stood up and stormed out to join the others at the bar, slamming the door behind her. If there were two things he knew about Sam it was that when she used a person's first name they were in trouble and that he really needed to start watching his mouth. He sat there for a moment longer before standing up with a sigh and walking out of the room. Jax walked out just in time to see Gemma's car speeding up into the parking lot as she played on the floor. "Oh, shit." Clay cursed right before everyone raced out of the clubhouse and towards Gemma.
"I tried calling the both of you." Gemma said to Jax and Sam as she hurried over to meet them. "What is it?" Jax asked at the same time Sam asked, "What's happened?"
A few minutes later they were all hurrying down the hallways of Charming General Hospital as Gemma explained. "I found these matches next to a bunch of her empty thumb bags. Hairy Dog." Clay cursed, "Shit." A furious Jax Teller marched down the halls, tugging an infuriated and frightened Sam with him. Sam was infuriated because of what Wendy had done, and frightened for Abel's life.
"It's gotta be the Nords dealing out of the Dog again." Clay was saying. "Darby got out of Chino two weeks ago." Bobby confirmed. "Yeah, well, call that Nazi prick. Set a meeting." Clay ordered, but it was obvious to everyone that neither Jax nor Sam were paying attention or cared.
Finally, they all came to a stop at the end of the hallway in front of where Wendy's hospital room. Sam stiffened as an all too familiar face came into view. It was Tara Knowles, Jax's last serious girlfriend before Sam, the woman who had broken the heart of the Prince of SAMCRO. She cast Jax a furious look out of the corner of her eyes, when this was all settled and done with she and him were gonna sit down and have a long discussion about what all Jax had 'forgotten' to tell her.
Still, Sam kept her mouth shut for the time being, too concerned about Abel's well-being to hold a grudge. She stood next to Jax, as tense as a bow string, watching Tara intently as she walked outside to speak to them. "What the hell happened?" Jax demanded, looking at Tara in frustration, worry, and anger. "When was the last time you saw her?" Tara asked softly, avoiding eye contact with Sam, who she hadn't know was back in Charming. "Couple of weeks, at a barbeque." Jax answered impatiently. "Her hands and feet were full of tracks. Toxicology reports aren't back yet, but it's most likely crank." Tara informed and Sam winced, what did that mean for Abel? Jax cast a glance at Wendy's unconscious form before asking the question on everybody's minds, "The baby?"
"We had to do an emergency C-Section. He's ten weeks premature." Sam inhaled sharply at Tara's words and Jax muttered, "Holy shit." Tara seemed to think it was best to explain it softly to Sam and Jax as she looked between them and said, "Let's sit down, I'll walk you both through it." Sam shook her head no at the same time Jax said, "Just tell us." And then, the bad news got worse.
"He's got a congenital heart defect and gastroschisis- a tear in his abdomen. The gastro and the early birth are from the drugs. But the C.H.D is probably-" Before Tara could finish, Gemma did it for her. "The family flaw." She said softly and Sam winced, remembering how both Jax and his younger brother Thomas had been born with the same thing, Jax survived, but Thomas had died an early death because of it. "Yes, it's genetic." Tara said, nodding to Gemma's statement. "Either one would be serious, but not life-threatening. However, the two of them together-" Tara didn't finish, she didn't need too, they could all piece together what she meant. "Dr. Namid gives him a 20% chance, and... I'm afraid that's being optimistic." Sam and Jax were silent. Sam had a hand pressed to her mouth, horrified tears gathering in her eyes and Jax pulled her close, pain glistening in his own.
"Oh, my God." Gemma muttered, looking over at her son and goddaughter. "She never wanted to talk to me. I didn't know." Jax said, guilt coloring his words. "Her O.B. said she missed her last three appointments. No one knew." Tara assured, looking between Sam and Jax as if to ease their guilt. "Dr. Namid wants to fix his belly first. Then if he stabilizes, he'll go in and try to repair the heart. I'm sorry, Jax, Sam."
"I can take you to see him now." Tara said softly, beginning to walk towards a set of doors. "Tara," Sam called softly walking over to the other woman. Tara turned around, surprise in her eyes at Sam's next words. "You don't have to do this, we don't want you to get in trouble." Tara shook her head, a smile smile lingering in her lips. "I asked Dr. Namid if I could assist. I want to help your son." Sam looked mildly surprised at Tara calling Abel her son. Tara turned back around, starting to lead Sam and Gemma to see Abel when they noticed Jax wasn't following. "Jax?" Sam asked softly, walking over to him. Jax looked at her, conflicting in his eyes. Finally he spoke, "Go with Tara, make sure our son's alright. I've got something to do." Sam nodded in understanding, watching as Jax stormed off and Clay ordered Bobby and Chibs to follow him. There were two things you don't do to the Prince of Charming: 1. You don't poss him off and 2. You don't screw with his family. And somebody had just done both things. There was one thing Sam was certain of, there was going to be hell to pay and Jax was going to be the one to deliver it.
Jax stormed into the Hairy Dog, a smoke filled bar that smelled like sweat, booze, and weed, Bobby and Chibs following behind him.
Jax walked over to a bald guy with 'Nords' tattooed on his arm who was playing pool and took a pool que from where it rested against the side of a table and without a moment's hesitation, smashed it against the guy's back. The bald guy let out a yell and fell to his knees, only to have Jax begin to lay punch after lunch upon him mercilessly. "Sell crank to my pregnant ex-wife?" Jax spat, licking up the pool que again and glaring down at the form of the guy who was now sprawled out on the bar floor with blood pouring from his mouth and nose. Jax then took the pool que and stabbed the guy right in his crotch, making the guy groan out in pain. As he rolled over to clutch at his now bleeding privates, Jax aimed a well placed kick at the guys stomach. And kept kicking him until Chibs stepped it, he wrapped his arms around Jax and pulled h in back, the last thing they needed was their V.P. in jail for murder one. "I think you made your point. I think you made your point." Chibs said and Jax leant himself be pulled back. "Stupid peckerwood shithead!" Jax spat, literally spitting on the man. Chibs did the same thing before the two started to walk out.
As Bobby began to follow them, a gun trained at the guy's buddies to keep them back he said, "Enjoy your lunch. Shish ka-balls are on me." Bobby then followed a still furious Jax and Chibs out, chuckling mentally at his joke and leaving the guy bleeding on the bar floor. "You okay?" Bobby asked once they were outside, looking at Jax who was already on his bike and putting on his helmet. "Yeah. I'm gonna go find Ope." Jax responded, fury laced deep within his words. "All right." Bobby said, stepping back as Jax started his bike and peeled off down the street.
Meanwhile, at Charming General Hospital, Sam and Gemma were standing outside the room that held Abel. "He's so tiny." Sam muttered, more to herself than anything as she gazed at the tiny infant in the incubator. "You can go inside if you like, he's safe as long as he's in the incubator and only immediate family are allowed inside." Tara told her and Sam turned to her, the question she had been wanting to ask coming up. "Why did you say he was mine?" Sam asked, tilting her head to the side curiously. Tara smiled at her softly and Sam thought she saw a bit of sadness in it, "The way Jax looks at you for one, he loves you and you love him. But, the concern and worry and fear you showed for the baby was the biggest clue. He might not be yours biologically, but you feel the same fear and love for him that his actual mother should."
Sam looked at Tara, wondering when she'd gotten she wise. "His name is Abel." Sam said after a moment of silence. Tara instantly understood that she meant the baby, she smiled. "It's a good name." Sam nodded, turning to look back at the sleeping infant. "Jax picked it out."
After Tara had left, to check on her other patients, Gemma made to walk into the room only to stop when she noticed Sam wasn't following. "What's wrong honey?" Gemma asked, looking at Sam in concern and curiosity. Sam looked at her, a fire burning in her eyes. "There's something I've got to do first." Gemma nodded, instantly understanding. She watched as Sam stormed off around the corner before walking inside the room.
Sam paused after she had rounded the corner, pulling out her phone and dialing a familiar number. Finally, the person she was calling picked up. "Tig, it's Sam, I need your help with something. Can you come down the the hospital and pick me up?"
Author's Note: Tada! Abel has been born! I hope you liked this chapter, I couldn't wait to bring Abel in. And we found out what Sam mainly did before she left. If anyone's wondering why Sam is feeling so motherly towards Abel, the only way I can explain it is that it's like when a woman can't have a baby so they have someone else do it for them. But, in this case Abel's not actually Sam's baby, but she feels like he is. Which is good because Abel is Jax's son and Jax is Sam's old man. Also, what do you guys think Sam's gonna do? Why not leave a review and tell me! Questions? Comments? Review! I love em! ~E.S.