AN: Kurt Sutter owns the familiar, I own theunfamiliar

3.8 Years Ago

The scenery wasn't even scenery anymore. It just existed. It was just blurs that I couldn't escape. Not even Jax's back felt real. I was just a part of the machine; one with the bike and one with Jax. I fell asleep against him, my hands tied around his waist to make sure I didn't fall off. When I next awoke, we had stopped at a Harley dealership and he was untying me from him. He looked back at me, and I gave him a curious look.

"You need a bike. We can't keep this up for the entire trip and the trip back. One of us will kill each other before it's over." He explained. I shook my head and sighed, taking off my helmet and shaking out my long mane. The blonde streaks I had added hastily after being a Prospect had grown so that only random tips of my hair were blonde and I had obvious black roots. My mom would have been horrified. My dad might have been turned on. But nothing surprised me when it came to him anymore. I was numb.

"What a beautiful couple!" The salesperson said to us as we approached the showroom. I nearly scoffed, but Jax wrapped his arm around me, resting his hand in his favorite spot. I gave Jax an uneasy look, but he was too focused on the guy in front of us.

"My girl needs her own bike. Something fast and durable, but also lightweight. She needs a bike that handles well, a real versatile thing." Jax told the guy. My knowledge of motorcycles was limited entirely to fixing them and riding them. Buying a new bike was completely beyond me. It was like they were speaking gibberish. I let Jax lead me around the showroom as broker a deal with this dude on an all black Harley that seemed to be someone's minimalist dream.

"We'll get the guys to put some awesome Reapers on it once you're a patch," he reassured me, whispering in my ear under the guise of kissing my cheek. I pulled away instinctively and caught the hurt look on his face as he went back to talking to the dealer. I stuck close to him, but I wandered the showroom, feeling the ridges of the throttle under my fingers as I touched each motorcycle I passed. I went back to my new one as I saw Jax hand the salesman a giant wad of cash. I vaguely wondered where he kept that much money. I mounted my bike and was overwhelmed by the feeling of sanctuary. It was my home. I caught myself imagining the custom Sons of Anarchy decals I was gonna have made once I was patched. The throttle felt like butter under my palm. My old bike hadn't had that feeling. I felt sad for it now, rusting in a ditch somewhere on the Nevada border.

"She looks like she likes it." The salesperson whispered to Jax, thinking I couldn't hear. But I had impressive hearing. It's what made me an asset. I smiled, knowing something they didn't. "That's the first time I've seen her smile since you brought her in here." He continued. I braced myself for Jax's reaction.

"Yeah, I know." He sighed. "I think that she's just so sad that she's lost a part of herself, you know? We're coming from visiting her family. They never got along."

"I haven't spoken to my parents in years. Tell her to keep her head up. She'll be okay."

"Thank you sir. And thanks for the bike. It's perfect for her."

Jax couldn't have been more right. The Harley was just an extension of my arms, my hands, my body. I kept smiling as we burned rubber through the west.

Present Day

"I've been thinking." I said to Chibbs in my slow Southern drawl as we stood in line for FroYo. We were all decked out in Anarchy, and the Frozen Yogurt patrons looked dubious at the sight of us. They should be thanking us though, because if it wasn't for me the place wouldn't have been here at all. Clay was trying to block its construction. I convinced Jax to make sure it passed, all because of my love of FroYo. Now, I was here at least three times a week, usually with Chibbs, and we sat in the back booth and talked about anything other than the Club.

"That's never good." He replied dryly, filling his cup with a disgusting combination of caramel frozen yogurt, cookie dough, Swedish fish, and peaches.

"You're gross."

"And you are boring. You get the same thing every time, Miss America, low fat raspberry sorbet with fudge brownie pieces and chocolate sauce." He exclaimed, putting our bowls on the weighing machine. "Ye should learn to mix it up a bit!" He continued raving, handing the cashier a wad of cash that covered significantly more than the price of our combined ounces. She looked bewildered, holding several hundred dollars to pay for a $15 charge.

"Chibbs." I glared at him.

"Right, darlin, my apologies." He took back everything but a $20 bill. "I don't need change. Consider it a tip." He winked, and she swooned.

"Please check her State ID before having sex with her. It would be truly unfortunate if you got locked up for statutory rape." I hissed as we walked to our familiar place.

"Please Miss America, I have a wife."

"How is Fee?" I shot back.

"You said you'd been thinking…" he prompted, blatantly trying to change the subject.

"Mmhmm. I win." I gloated. He just glared. "I've been thinking about my sister's situation."

"Her being a Prospect? Or what?" He took his first spoonful.

"No, no SAMCRO business at Frozen Heaven. I think that she should try to assimilate her more. She needs to be introduced to more Charming stuff. She should really be a part of this town."

"What'd 'ya mean?" He asked, hiis mouth full. "Oooh brain freeze." I giggled.

"She needs a Charming boyfriend. You know, better than anyone else, that Jax was the only reason Charming accepted me and the only reason I got through being a Prospect."

"Are you asking me to fuck your sister?" He asked, bewildered.

"Absolutely not. And if you do, I'll chop off your balls." I said seriously, giving him the look I always gave people who threatened the Club.

"Alright, alright! I won't fuck her. I'll just dream about it." He grinned. I rolled my eyes. "Who'd you have in mind?"

"Happy."

"I think Happy dismembered the last girl he fucked, after he fucked her. And isn't he a little old?"

"The only other person near her age is Opie, and he has Lyla."

"No, they filed for divorce. She doesn't want kids."

"Opie's not gonna want a wife who's in the life. Where would that leave his kids? Plus Happy and Jenny are well suited."

"Ye mean they're both crazy?"

"That's exactly what I mean." He looked away from me. "What?"

"Cassia, this…it…nothing is going to change Jax's mind about getting rid of her. I'm so sorry Cass, but no matter what, your sister will probably need to die."

"I want her to be happy when it happens."

"Literally, apparently." He replied in his usual dry tone. I rolled my eyes again.

"I know what's best for her. And I know it's best for the Club, if she did betray us. But we don't know that she has yet, and I'm going to be a little optimistic until the evidence shows otherwise. Either way, she's still being treated as a Prospect. Might as well let her milk it."

"What about how seriously the club takes her?"

"They already think she's a rat, so it's not like she can do anything to change that." I shrugged.

"That's another reason that Happy isn't gonna go for her."

"Okay, are there any local guys with balls and an open mind?" I was desperate now. Chibbs was quiet for a few moments as we finished our frozen yogurt. Then he grinned wickedly, in that way that made me nervous.

"I think I have the perfect guy. He'd be okay with a girl carrying a gun."

"Oh Lord." I sighed.