Oh my God! Here we are on the first chapter of the second part of Rebecca's story

Summary: Life has returned to normal for the teenage daughter of SAMCRO's VP; school, family and the club is now her daily life, but bad luck seems to follow Rebecca Teller wherever she goes. It now comes in the form of white supremacist who will do anything to send a message to the club. It seems like no one is off limits now, not even the children.

Rebecca is still portrayed by Ginny Gardner.


"Rebecca," The waitress snapped two fingers in front of the teens face. "You still here?" Rebecca blinked a couple of times before facing the woman.

"Yeah, sorry." She said rubbing her eyes. "I zoned out there a bit. School's a bitch and my baby brother doesn't like to sleep at night."

The waitress, Gina, nodded in understanding. "I got ya'." She sympathized. "I've got a baby of my own who doesn't like to scream his head off until it's my time to sleep, but you gotta stay focused. 'Kay?" Rebecca nodded.

It had been over two months since Donna Winston's tragic death and life had continued for SAMCRO and their families.

Wendy and Jax had gone through with their divorce, but had gotten back together as boyfriend and girlfriend, or old man and old lady as the club called it. Rebecca had continued on with her therapy sessions and she had began to get better after everything that had happened during her first couple of months in Charming. Tristan had even convinced her father to transfer her to Rebecca's middle school from the private one she was currently going to.

Rebecca had finally got the rundown on the club; Jax had sat her down and told her everything she needed to know, like who were sweetbutts and who were croweaters, members from the mother charter and other ones as well, things like that. She had also gotten closer with the Sons, sans Clay and Tig. She didn't know why, but Jax didn't like it when she was around those two. There were few times that Rebecca had talked to Tig or Clay.

Rebecca had also gotten a job at Hammy's, one of the local diners in town. She had gone out looking for herself, not wanting anyone's help, but soon realized there weren't many people who were willing to hire a thirteen year old (almost fourteen) with her name in numerous police reports. Rebecca had reluctantly accepted Jax's help in getting a job and he reached out to Michelle, Rebecca's therapist, whose father owned Hammy's. It was agreed upon by Gemma, Jax and Michelle's father that she would only work a couple hours every other day so she wouldn't make much. Rebecca blamed it on the Child Labor Laws.

"Now go see if anyone at table four wants anything." Mara, the waitress Rebecca was shadowing, ordered, handing Rebecca a small notepad and pencil. They had both found it funny that Rebecca had to take orders from Mara considering she was a good half a foot shorter than the teen who had grown almost half a foot in the last two months. Jax joked, but Rebecca was just happy she was a normal height for her age.

Rebecca nodded before heading over to the table.

There were four men seated at the booth, but Rebecca only recognized one of them; Deputy Chief Hale. Two of them had seriously gray hair and had to be at least four times Rebecca's age and the last had short brown hair that was starting to gray, but looked harmless enough.

"Can I get you guys anything?" She asked with a pleasant smile and all eyes were on her.

"Just some coffee, Rebecca." Deputy Hale said nicely. Rebecca didn't know him well, but he was always pretty nice whenever they spoke. Unless he was talking to one of the Sons and Rebecca just happened to be around. Then he had the mouth of a sailor and Rebecca found herself relating to him more and liking him more, but to be fair she liked anyone with a penchant for swear words.

"I don't think we've met." The gray haired man next to Hale said giving Rebecca a charming smile. "I'm David's brother, and you are?"

"Rebecca." She answered. "I'm gonna go get that coffee now." When Rebecca returned to the table, a tension filled silence went over the four men, but she wasn't complaining. The last thing she wanted was to get into someone else's business. Rebecca was glad she had delivered the coffee when she did because the men's conversation seemed to turn not-so-friendly after she walked away. It ended with Hale dropping two dollars on the table before leaving with his brother going after him.

Because she was only allowed to work a few hours a day, Rebecca's shift was over after the hour so she put away her black half-apron and name-tag before making her way home on the bicycle Wendy had gotten her as an early birthday present.

"I'm home!" Rebecca called when she entered the house and wondered who was already there. Gemma's Caddy was nowhere to be seen, but she knew that Abel had a checkup today that Wendy couldn't take him to because she was job hunting herself and Jax's bike wasn't in the driveway so he was probably with the club.

"How was work?" Rebecca walked forward and turned to see Tristan and Logan sitting on the couch watching Looney Toons on the TV with a large bag of gummy worms between them. She scoffed and put her hand on her hip.

"Did you two seriously come to my house after school?" Rebecca asked. "I wasn't even here!"

"Wendy's good company." Logan said and Rebecca rolled her eyes. "My dad comes by every month to drop off child support checks. He and my mom always end up fighting for a few hours so my sisters and I usually stay away from the house all day."

"Okay, he has an excuse." Rebecca said dropping her bag and falling down on the couch on the other side of Tristan. "Why are you here?"

"You and I are having a sleepover." Logan cleared his throat. "Oh, I mean we're having a sleepover." Tristan claimed gesturing to the three of them. Rebecca raised an eyebrow.

"All of us?" She asked dubiously and Tristan nodded. "You seriously asked Jax if a boy could sleep in my room and he said yes?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Tristan said rolling her eyes. "We asked Wendy. She said it was fine as long as we stayed in the living room."

Rebecca sighed and stole the gummy worm from Tristan before shoving it in her own mouth. "Well Bobby's getting out of jail today and they're having a party at the club, which I'm not invited to by the way. So it looks like I've got nothing else better to do."


"Wendy?" Jax called out at as he entered the house. Wendy popped up from where she sat on the couch hidden by the half wall and put a finger to her mouth in warning. Confused, Jax walked into the living room and saw what she was warning him about.

Rebecca, Tristan and Logan were all asleep in the living room. Rebecca and Tristan were under a blanket on the floor with Logan asleep on the couch their pillows were pressed against. Jax wondered why the two kids who weren't his own were still at his house.

"Tristan asked if she and Logan could stay over." Wendy explained as Jax stepped over one of Tristan's legs to get to his old lady. "I figured you'd prefer them in the living room, rather than in Rebecca's."

"You figure right." He said before giving her a small kiss. "I'm gonna got take a shower. Wash away some of the shit that happened today."

Wendy nodded and Jax disappeared into the back of the house. Once he was gone Wendy started to thinking about their relationship in the past. She had never know all the shit that went down with the club and she had never wanted to, but she had always seen how it affected Jax. He put up a good front that he was fine and most of the time he was, but Wendy knew that there were times when he needed someone to talk to; someone who wasn't all about the club. Wendy was supposed to be that person and she could've been if she wasn't so busy getting high.

With that last thought, Wendy put down the newspaper she had been going through and turned off the light illuminating the living room before going after Jax. When she got to him, he was already stripped and standing underneath the shower head with his own head down. His body was practically screaming that something was wrong with him.

"Jax." Wendy called. He lifted his head, but didn't turn to face her. "What happened today."

"Nothing." He told her. "Just club shit."

Wendy shook her head. "Don't do that." She said and he turned to look at her. She pushed off the wall she had leaned again before walking into the bathroom and stopping right outside the shower door. "Don't try to shut me out. I love you, Jax Teller and I know that you and the club are a package deal. So don't be afraid to tell me anything and everything. I need to know...I want to know."

It was quiet for a moment. Neither of them quite knowing what to say or do when suddenly Jax pulled Wendy inside the shower. She didn't seem to care that she was getting wet once Jax pinned her against the shower wall and pressed his lips down onto hers.

Somehow they both knew what this was; it wasn't Jax blowing off her question or distracting her so he wouldn't have to answer. It was him being grateful, grateful that she wanted to know what was happening in his world, grateful that she wasn't going to be deterred by his walls.

"I love you too."


"Bobby!" Rebecca greeted as she rushed through the clubhouse to greet the man. As usual when a party happened, Rebecca wasn't allowed inside the clubhouse until after everyone was clothed so she had waited a few hours to finally see Bobby.

"God!" He exclaimed when he hugged her. "Who are you and where's that little girl I used to make lunches for?"

"I know, right?" Jax asked going over to them and Rebecca pulled back from Bobby's hug. "Kid grew overnight."

"It's only four inches." She reminded them. "I'm pretty sure it's an early birthday present from nature."

"Speaking of birthdays," Bobby started, putting an arm around her. "Yours is in a few days. How are we going to celebrate it?"

Rebecca shrugged. "Gemma and Wendy are throwing me a surprise party they think I don't know about, but lets not talk about that." She said putting her arm over Bobby's shoulder. "We need to right a few wrongs, favorite uncle of mine."

"Against who?" Bobby asked and Rebecca pointed at her belly.

"My tummy." She replied. "Since you got sent to timeout, Half-Sack has been making my lunches. I know he fought for our country and everything, but the guy can't make a sandwich to save his life."

"I heard that." Half-Sack said popping up from behind the bar and Rebecca jumped in fright. "And you said you loved my sandwiches."

"Uh..." She had no idea what to do. "I hear a...baby...burning..." They all stared at her like she was crazy. "Screw it. Half-Sack, you're lunches suck. From the heirloom tomato to the mushy rye bread." Jax shook his head and let out a laugh as the prospect once again disappeared behind the back and came back up with a bottle of root beer. "But you're still my best friend and I love you." Rebecca said quickly before abandoning Bobby for her root beer.

"They grow up fast." Bobby stated as he and Jax watched Rebecca with Half-Sack

"She's 'bout to be fourteen." Jax said. "She's gonna start thinking about boys and makeup and...shit." He looked to Bobby. "I'm not prepared for this."

"Nobody is." Bobby said putting his hand on Jax's shoulder. "If she's anything like you Tellers..." He shook his head. "She's gonna to give you hell."


"Put those ones in the back." Ethan Zobelle instructed the workers who were carrying boxes into his new cigar shop. He would have them move the boxes back to the front later, but he needed to be alone with Weston while they talked. The last thing either of them needed was the help overhearing something the shouldn't.

"She didn't tell him." Was the first thing out of Weston's mouth. Ethan shook his head, not understanding. "Morrow's old lady." He elaborated and Ethan realized what he meant. "They don't know what happened."

"How do you know?" Ethan asked and Weston scoffed.

"The nigger nanny said Gemma got hurt in a car accident." He replied. "Clay's laughing, playing with some little kid." Ethan had not expected that. He had thought Gemma would go running to Clay and send SAMCRO out for blood. "You said this was going to rip them."

"It will." Ethan assured the man and put his hand on Weston's shoulder as he guided him to the entrance of the store. "Unraveling the matriarch will destabilize 'em. They're all little boys who need a strong mommy." Ethan's phone dinged and he pulled it out to see he had gotten an update from one of his business partners.

"But if this bitch doesn't say anything, what the hell does that mean?"

"It means we underestimated Mrs. Morrow." Ethan told him.

Weston lowered his voice when the workers came from the back of the store. "So what do we do?" But Ethan didn't answer. He had gotten distracted from the young blonde girl who had walked into the store wearing a white sundress and a pair of flipflops.

"Good morning sweetheart." He greeted and the girl smiled at him before kissing him on the cheek. "How was the drive?"

"Boring." She said. "How long do we have to stay here, daddy?" He just gave her a look that said to be patient before turning to Weston.

"Mr. Weston, this is my youngest daughter, Missy" He introduced the girl gave him a charming smile. "Missy, this is Mr. Weston."

"Nice to meet you, sir." She said before looking at her father. "I can't stay. Polly's taking me shopping for school clothes."

"Have fun." Missy gave her father another kiss on the cheek before leaving the store. Realizing something, Ethan turned to Weston.

"If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Morrow has a granddaughter, doesn't he?"


"I'm going to grandma's." Rebecca said as she walked through the kitchen. For a while now, Rebecca had been going over to Gemma's weekly because Gemma was teaching her how to play the piano. She was no Chopin, but she could hold her own.

Wendy quickly put down the jar of strained peas she was feeding Abel before standing up. "Actually, Gemma's at the hospital." Wendy told her and Rebecca stopped before turning to her.

"The hospital?" She asked in panic. "What happened? Is she okay?"

"Yeah." Wendy assured her. "She got in a car accident. Clay said she's got a few cuts on her face and she's a little sore, but other than that, she's fine."

Rebecca crossed her arms. She doubted that Gemma would admit to anyone, but her doctor about the pain she was feeling. "Clay said it, or Tara did?"

"Please don't start." Wendy sighed.

Despite Jax's rejection, Tara Knowles had decided to stay in Charming. She had claimed that she could settle for being Jax's friend, but Rebecca had doubted that. The teen was convinced that Tara was once again trying to get into Jax's heart and bed, but no one else shared her theories. Jax had accepted her friendship and Wendy had no problems with it as long as Jax kept his dick dry.

Rebecca held her hands up in surrender. "Fine." She said.

"Just stay here." Wendy told her. "Finish feeding Abel. I've got a few errands to run."

Rebecca sat down in the chair Wendy had been occupying before looking at her ex-stepmother. "You don't have a car." She reminded and Abel slapped his palms on the tray of his high chair, but Rebecca ignored him. He wouldn't starve while she was having a conversation.

"I'm taking a cab." Wendy told her as Abel slapped at the tray again, trying to get his sister's attention. "Gemma's coming over later, so you can talk to her them." Wendy kissed both Abel and Rebecca on the head before grabbing her coat and leaving the house.

Once she heard the door close, Rebecca picked up the jar of baby food before she began feeding Abel. "Did she honestly think I wouldn't notice that she tricked me into babysitting when I could be on my way to Tristan's?" Abel gurgled and Rebecca sighed. "You're lucky I love you, kid." Abel just gave her a toothless grin. He was just happy that he had finally gotten his peas.

Gemma showed up a few hours later, just as Wendy had said and after relenting to four minutes of worrying and hugs from Rebecca, she took Abel and retreated to the nursery. Rebecca wasn't sure how long she'd be there, but she was fine with however long. Gemma's face hadn't been too bad, but the shuffling way she had walked told Rebecca that she was in more pain than she let anyone know. The teen suspected that Gemma's car accident had been worse than she let on, but she decided not to hover.

Rebecca hadn't known how long it'd be before Jax and/or Wendy returned home so she changed into a tank top and a pair of short before dragging her comforter out her room and a few pillows from the hall closet and setting herself up in the living room so she could watch Casablanca. She hadn't seen it in forever and figured that now was as good a time as any to pull it out.

She was only an hour into the movie when she heard someone knock on the door. With a sigh, she paused her movie before getting up and heading to the door. She looked through the peephole and sighed once again before unlocking the door and pulling it open.

"What are you doing here ate ten at night?" Rebecca asked looking at Tara.

The thing between Tara and Rebecca wasn't as bad as either thought, but it was all due to misinformation. Tara was under the impression that Rebecca had asked Jax to breakup with her which had left some ill will between the two of them. Rebecca, as smart as she was, could sense that Tara had a slight problem with her, but in true teenager fashion, she hadn't bothered asking what it was and Tara didn't offer an explanation. That led them to where they were.

"Hello to you too, little Miss Sunshine." Tara said back. "Gemma called and said she was feeling some discomfort in her leg. She asked me to stop by earlier, but I got caught up at the hospital."

Reluctantly, Rebecca stepped back and allowed the doctor into her house. "She's in the nursery."

Without another word Tara stepped past her and headed to the back of the house. Not wanting to be around her, Rebecca went back to watching her movie. It wasn't ten minutes later than Tara and Gemma went rushing out of the house with no explanation, but Rebecca didn't ask. She knew it, more than likely, had something to do with the club. She was always spotting some of the Sons with cuts, scratches and slight limps, she knew it wouldn't be long before one of them needed a doctor.


"Who's idea was it to have make school five days a week and not three?" Rebecca asked as she and Logan trudged to their next class.

"I don't know, but I'll kick him in the balls if I see him." Rebecca threw her arm around Logan's shoulder and pulled him into a side hug.

"I knew there was a reason I bring you sandwiches."

"Class, please take your seats." Rebecca's history and homeroom teacher, Ms. Hornet, requested once she and Logan got into the classroom with a few other students who had just made it in when the bell rang. Rebecca and Logan took their regular seats in the middle of the room. "We have a new student today. She just moved here and I hope you'll make her feel welcome."

"Rebecca's been here for almost five months, Ms. Hornet." A kid in the front reminded her and a few students snickered. Ms. Hornet gave her class clown student a look.

"She's in with the principal right now," She continued. "But you should be meeting her in your next class. Now, last week we left our reports off with Rayvon so next up is Rebecca."

Logan made a show of clapping and the other students joined in with their own clapping and wolf whistles as Rebecca stood up and went to the front of the class.

"Okay, okay, calm down." She said holding her hands up and the clapping began to die down. "Our assignment was to do an oral report on one of the seven deadly sins. I chose lust..."

History class had gone just as Rebecca had planned. Ms. Hornet had gotten very uncomfortable as Rebecca informed the class of many sex related facts and promised to give her a B if she stopped reciting her a report ASAP which she had agreed to.

After the bell had rung, signalling the shifting of classes, Rebecca had retrieved her lunch box from her locker before heading down the the cafeteria with Logan and Tristan, who had just gotten out of science with her own class.

"So what monstrosity did you bring me this week?" Logan asked and Rebecca scoffed.

"This is not a Half-Sack sandwich." She said. "This is a Bobby sandwich. You best recognize, boy!"

Logan rolled his eyes and Rebecca tossed a sandwich to him from across the table. Tristan picked up a small box of Raisinettes from her own lunch box and tossed them onto the table between her two friends.

"Who's gonna trade me?" She asked and Rebecca scrunched up her nose in distaste.

"No one." She replied. "Your mom needs to step up her lunch game." Rebecca said pulling Tristan's Doctor Who lunch box towards herself and began to go through the contents. "Rice cake, sweet potato chips, macadamia nuts-" She looked at Tristan. "You hate macadamia nuts."

"My mom is on a diet so everyone in the house is on a diet, you barbarian." Tristan said taking back her lunch box. "I had kale and Thousand Island dressing for dinner last night."

"Here." Rebecca held out the small baggie of chocolate covered pretzels. "You need these more than I do."

Once lunch was over the three went back upstairs to their lockers since they still had ten minutes to just hang around until their next class. During her first couple of days, Rebecca had found it strange that the school allowed it's middle school students to do whatever they wanted before and after each class, but they claimed it helped everyone focus better.

Tristan and Logan were by Logan's locker, awing over cute pictures of Abel wearing different animals onesies while Rebecca taped a small wallet-sized picture of Wendy and Jax to the collage of pictures and magazine clippings that made up the collage on her locker door. She had put a large sheet of paper on the door so the collage would be easy to take down at the end of the year. That had been Tristan's idea, but Rebecca wasn't going to admit that.

"Excuse me." A voice said and Rebecca looked away from her pictures to see a girl standing behind her. She was the same height at Rebecca with light blonde hair pushed back with a lacey, white headband and blue eyes. She gave Rebecca a friendly smile showing off her perfectly white teeth.

"What can I do for you, Mary Sue?" Rebecca asked, but the girl seemed confused by that.

"My name's Missy." She introduced holding out her hand. Rebecca didn't know what kid her age still shook hands, but took it anyway. "Missy Zobelle. I need to get to my locker." She said pointing to the once behind Rebecca's locker door.

"Sure." She slightly closed her locker door and Missy stepped forward and opened up her own locker. "Are you new?" Rebecca found herself asking and Missy nodded as she began putting the things in her bag, into her locker.

"I just moved here with my dad and sister." She replied.

Rebecca crossed her arms. "Not many people move to Charming. I would know, I moved here earlier this year and people acted like I was an alien..." She scrunched up her face. "That may have had more to do with the fact with my dad is a biker though..."

"Your dad is a biker?" Missy asked, surprised and Rebecca nodded. "So, he's, like, a criminal?"

Rebecca shook her head. "I mean, I'm pretty sure he's been arrested once or twice. There's this wall at his clubhouse with a bunch of mugshots on it."

Missy cocked her head to the side. "That's...cool?"

"I'm not sure." Rebecca confessed. "I'm Rebecca. Those are my friends Tristan and Logan." She said gesturing behind her. Missy looked, but her face tensed and she looked away when she looked at Logan. "Are you okay?" Missy nodded. "Good, because you're new to Charming which means you don't have any plans. How do you feel about coming to my birthday party?"

"When is it?" Missy asked.

"It's this week." Rebecca answered. "Saturday. Will you be there?"

"I'd have to ask my dad." She said said. "But he'll probably say yes." Rebecca grinned.

"Cool."


"How was school?" Polly asked as Missy came bouncing through the door. She had a triumphant smile on her face. "Did you do what daddy asked?"

"She invited me to a party." Missy answered tossing her backpack into the armchair near the door. "It was easier than I expected it to be."

"When is it?" Polly asked and Missy fell down onto the couch next to her.

"On Saturday." She replied and then grimaced as she shook her head. "You wouldn't believe it by looking at her, but Rebecca Teller is friends with a Chink." Polly looked surprised.

"Really?" Missy nodded with a confused look on her face.

"I just don't understand why she could be friends with one of them." She confessed. "I wanted to get as far away from him as I could when I saw him. I wanted her away from him too. She shouldn't be corrupted, even if her grandpa won't play ball with daddy."

"Then do something about it." Polly said and Missy raised an eyebrow. "Make him get away, not her."

"How am I supposed to do that?" She asked. "They've been friends since she started school."

Polly smiled at her. "It's not that hard, baby girl." She insisted. "You just have to know what buttons to push."


Three more days passed with nothing unusual happening with Rebecca or the club. No one still had any idea what had happened to Gemma or that Missy was a wolf in sheep's clothing, courtesy of her father. No one knew what would happen between Ethan Zobelle and the club, but no one was focused on that.

It was Saturday, October thirteenth, the day Rebecca had, as she put it, graced the world with her presence and everyone was busy preparing for the party.

Jax had taken Rebecca out for the day so Gemma, Wendy and every Sweetbutt, Croweater and Son the club could spare were at Gemma and Clay's house setting up for the party. Even Tara had taken off of work to help out, although it was mostly to make sure Gemma didn't put to much strain on herself.

After five hours of cooking, hanging streamers and balloons and putting out favors, the party was almost ready. The house was decorated with black, blue and white balloons, streamers, table cloths and plates both inside and out in the backyard. Gemma was hoping to corral the kids into the backyard.

"Clay, what the hell?" Gemma demanded as she entered the living room where Juice and Clay were standing on step ladders on either side of the door to the backyard, lifting the 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, REBECCA!' sign over the doorway. "That was supposed to be up two hours ago."

"I'm goin' as fast as I can." He defended. "You're the one who wanted the table cloths taped down." Gemma put her hands on her hips.

"And that took you two hours?" Wendy came out of the kitchen with a plastic box in her hands. "Stop." Gemma ordered. "What are those?"

Wendy looked inside the box. "Joan and Willa, the two dumbasses you put in charge of the party favors, forgot to put some stuff in them."

Gemma furrowed her eyebrows. "What stuff?" Wendy tilted the box so Gemma could see the tiny troll dolls, the SAMCRO key chains Gemma had made, the bags of candy and other things that were supposed to be in the bags.

"Everything. They tied the bags with nothing in them." Gemma sighed and put her hand on her foreheads. The croweaters and sweetbutts were really testing her patience today. First they destroy her bathroom, then one brings drugs into her house- the list went on and on.

"Shit." She sighed. "Tell them to leave the bags alone and put them in charge of making sure none of these kids go upstairs." Gemma ordered. "Get Rosetta and the Prospect to fix the bags. At least I know they won't fuck it up." She stalked past Wendy who watched her leave before looking at Clay and Juice.

"What climbed in her ass and died?" Juice snickered.

"One of the sweetbutts overflowed the upstairs bathroom and she found another one trying to do blow in the garage." Wendy winced when she imagined what Gemma had done to that girl. "She probably would've just kicked her out if it wasn't for the fact that it was the same sweetbutt that forgot to pick up the cake."

"There's no cake?"

"I think Gem sent the Doc to get it." Clay said before looking at Juice. "Now hang the sign so I can get off this damn thing."

Wendy left the guys to do what they were doing and took the box outside to where she knew Half-Sack was filling balloons with helium in the backyard. After she gave him box, he left to find Rosetta just as the gate to the backyard opened and Tara entered with three cake boxes stacked on top of each other in her hands and a large box under her arm. Wendy went to help her. "Let me take that." She said and Tara raised her arm so Wendy could grab the wrapped present under her arm. "Whoa!" She had not been expecting the box to be so heavy. "What's in here?"

"Rebecca likes to draw so I got her some paints and a few small canvas's." Tara answered as she carried the cake box into the house with Wendy following. "The easel is in the trunk of my car."

"Wow," Wendy commented as they entered the kitchen and put their boxes on the island. "I just got her a new phone. She's still using that prepay Jax gave her when she first moved here. She's been asking Jax for an Iphone, but he said she wasn't old enough yet."

The relationship between Tara and Wendy was a strange one. They weren't exactly friends, but they were friendly whenever Tara came by the house or Wendy took Abel for his appointments. Wendy thought it had a lot to do with the fact that they both loved Jax; it helped them understand each other.

"Is that the cake?" Gemma asked as she entered the kitchen from the back door. Tara moved to the side as Gemma walked around the island and began unstacking the boxes. "You got the cupcakes right?"

Tara nodded and crossed her arms. "fifty cupcakes." She informed. "Each one yellow, chocolate, white or red velvet cake with white, chocolate or blue icing. They're in my car, I couldn't carry them in."

The cake was big, it had to be since Rebecca had invited most of the kids she knew at school, their parents, her social workers family and people she knew from around town. Then when you added in the Sons, the TM staff and their families, you were left with a lot of people to feed. That's why Gemma ordered three cakes she could stack on top of each other.

Each of them were made out of yellow cake covered in black icing and had white icing piped around the edges of each one. On the sides were little black Harleys and on the surface of the smallest cake, which was round and would go on top of the two rectangular cakes, was a picture of two guys. One was shorter than the other with short blonde hair, while the other one was taller with brown hair that went to his ears. They were both dressed in layers, most of them flannel, and leaning against an Impala.

"Who are they?" Tara asked looking at the picture of the two guys that had been printed on the top layer.

Gemma shrugged. "Rebecca's friend said they were the main assholes on a show she likes." She crossed her arms. "This is a lot of black. I don't know if anybody's gonna like the taste."

"The lady at the counter let me taste a bit of it." Tara said. "It tastes fine. I don't know why Rebecca wanted an all black cake though."

"She's a weird kid." Wendy offered as if it explained everything. She looked down at her watch. "It's about to be six. People should start showing up soon."

"Alright," Gemma sighed. "Wendy, stack the cakes and make sure that the candles will fit on there. Tara, when people start showing up they're gonna have gifts so make sure they're on the table in the backyard, but leave room in the middle for cake. I've got to call Jax."

And hour later Rebecca and Jax were parked outside of Gemma and Clay's house after their day out.

Rebecca had gone all out today. She had gotten Jax to buy her a new dress, a puppy (if she got straight A's on her next report card), and even his permission to dye her hair. Jax had been, surprisingly, strict about rules when they settled into their daily routines. No piercings anywhere beside her ears, no hair dye, no Iphone until she was older, no friends over after school unless he or Wendy knew them and his number one rule; no being with boys behind a closed door.

Jax had even been surprising himself with how strict he was. Gemma had never had so many rules, but it was different for Jax. He was raising a girl- a fourteen year old girl who was smart, yet so naive about certain things.

Jax had laughed so hard when Wendy told him that Rebecca told her that she once found a condom when she knocked over the trash as a seven year old and thought the white stuff inside was what came out of boys during their period. He had laughed even harder when Wendy told him what Rebecca's face had look like when she had to explain that boys didn't have periods.

Rebecca was a truly special kid and Jax honestly wished she would stop growing up. Four inches hadn't been the only birthday present nature gifted Rebecca. It had not been a happy day in the Teller house when Rebecca had gone to Jax and asked about bra shopping.

Boys were starting to notice too. Jax had been a second away from chasing the boys at Rebecca's school away with his glock when he went to pick her up one afternoon. Some kid had tripped and spilled half a bottle of juice all over Rebecca. Like any person would do, she took off her button down and used it to wipe herself off. She, of course, was clueless to the show she was putting on before Logan pointed out that one boy wasn't even trying to hide his staring at her chest.

Jax grinned when he remembered how Rebecca had thrown a bottle of water at his face. Of course, Rebecca got detention for the next two weeks and had to issue a formal apology because she broke the kid's nose. Jax figured it was her last name that kept the kids parents from suing.

"Why did you let Grandma throw a surprise party?" Rebecca asked as she and Jax walked up to the house. "I wouldn't be surprised- I mean, this morning you made me breakfast and you hate making me breakfast because you think I'm 'picky'. Then you bought me a new dress," She said holding up her shopping bag. "Promised to let me dye my hair and get me a dog."

"I said I'd think about getting you a puppy if you got all A's." Jax corrected and stopped once they got to the front door. "Just pretend to act surprised."

"How can I be surprised?" She asked. "Grandma called, like, ten minutes ago so you could take me home and change into the clothes she had lying on my bed." Rebecca gestured down at the dress she had on. It had thin straps connected to the top of the dress which was light blue and had a large bow on it and the bottom was white, a bit poofy and stopped a bit before her knee. She also had on a pair of light blue flats and a white headband pushing her hair back.

Jax just gave her a look before he opened the door. Rebecca stepped in and searched around the wall with her hand before flicking the light switch.

"SURPRISE!" Everyone yelled as they popped up from their hiding places. Rebecca put her hand on her chest and pretended to stumble back as everyone clapped and blew noisemakers.

"I was not expecting this!" She lied, horribly. Tristan walked over to Rebecca and Jax as the crowd began to spread out and rock music began playing throughout the house.

"Here." Tristan tossed something to Rebecca who caught it. She looked down at it only to see that it was a tiny, sliver, sparkle covered top hat with a string one would normally find on a party hat. Rebecca looked at Tristan who shrugged. "They were out of party hats."

Jax closed the front door as Rebecca was pulled away by her friends and Opie started towards him with two beers in his hands. "Thanks." Jax said when he was given one.

"How's it feel?" Opie asked and Jax raised an eyebrow. "Bein' the father of a fourteen year old? Knowin' that in a couple of years she gonna start thinking about boys and sex and bigger bras."

Jax shook his head. "You know, Ellie's gonna be sixteen before you know it." He reminded the bearded man. "And I'm gonna be right there to psych you out when her tits grow four sizes overnight and you wanna kill every boy that looks at her."

"That bad?" Jax shook his head again and lifted his bottle to his lips.

"You got no idea." He said. "Two weeks ago she was wearing training bras with cats on them, now she's wearing bras with lace and bows and cups." Jax sighed. "It's like I just got comfortable with raising a sarcastic, candy addicted kid, then she decides to grow up and now I'm stuck with this teenager with tits and an attitude and a million boys following her around."

Opie clamped a hand down on Opie's shoulder. "This feeling you've got? I'm pretty sure it's the same one every guy had after seeing his daughter with us when we were in high school."

Jax scoffed. "Then Rebecca better get ready, because I'm shoving her into a turtleneck and locking her in a room the first time I see her with a boy."

"Even that one?" Jax followed Opie's line of vision to see Rebecca kissing all over Lowell's kid, Moby's, face. He scrunched up his face every time she did it, but then began laughing when he got tickled.

"Exceptions to every rule." Jax laughed and hit his bottle with Opie's.

"I can't believe you invited April to your party." Tristan said looking over Rebecca's shoulder at the thirteen year old who was talking with one of the few mutual friends she and Rebecca shared by one of the hedged by the gate. "Do you not remember the fact that she put a dead frog in your locker?"

"And I painted her face when she fell asleep in art class, we're even. "The blonde shrugged. "Plus, I invited the entire school." She reminded her friend. "I would've felt bad if I didn't invite April...even if she is the queen of eighth grade assholes."

Tristan grinned. "Damn your conscience." Rebecca gasped at her.

"Look at you," She teased. "Cursing like you're one of us common folk."

"What can I say?" Tristan asked. "You're the best bad influence around." They hit their cans of Pepsi together and Tristan took a drink of hers while Rebecca looked around. "Who're you looking for?"

"Missy Zobelle." She answered. "I know she came. I saw a present on the table from her."

Tristan looked around too. "I haven't seen Logan around either." She confessed. "I saw him before you showed up with your super fake surprised reaction." Rebecca grinned. "I haven't seen him since though."

"He's probably in the kitchen." Rebecca shrugged before downing the rest of her soda and letting out a loud burp.

"This is why my mother hates you." Tristan said waving her hand around her face. "You're a slob and you just burped in my face."

Rebecca put down her can. "Well, considering she sent you to school with rabbit food all week, your mother can suck it. I have to use the bathroom."

She stood up and began to make her way into the house when she heard Tristan call out to her. "Try not to fall up the stairs again!"

"Bite me!" She heard Tristan laugh before it was drowned out by the music coming out of the speakers. Rebecca made her way up stairs and began making her way to the bathroom, but stopped when she heard voices coming from her grandmother's bedroom. They, however, did not belong to the only two people allowed in that particular room.

Rebecca instantly recognized the voices as the party's missing guests; Missy and Logan. She was about to kick open the door and scare the cheese whiz out of them, but then she caught a few words that made her stop.

"...Hates you." She heard Missy's voice say. "You're not her friend, you're her pet. She and Tristan only tolerate you being around even though you disgust them." Rebecca was majorly confused. 'Who the hell is Missy talking about?' She wondered. 'Because she sure as hell isn't talking about my Tristan.' "People like you need to just go back where you came from and leave us alone."

"You're insane, you know that?" Logan's voice asked. "Rebecca and I have been friends since her first day of school. You don't share your lunch everyday with someone who you hate. Someone who disgusts you." 'They are talking about me.' Rebecca realized. "Tristan tutors me in math because I'm having a hard time with real and prime numbers and you don't do that for someone you hate. So you can take your white power shtick and shove it up your-"

"What are you two doing in here?" Rebecca asked pushing the door open.

Both Missy and Logan were surprised when she stepped in. Missy quickly stepped away from Logan as her eyes searched Rebecca's face to gauge whether she had heard what was said.

Logan wiped his hands on his slacks before stepping away from Missy and looking to Rebecca. "Nothing." He claimed and Missy crossed her arms over her chest. She knew Logan wouldn't say anything to Rebecca about what had been said. "Missy just got lost on her way to the bathroom."

Rebecca raised an eyebrow. "Really?" She asked and Logan nodded. Rebecca looked to Missy who had plastered a smile to her face. "You got lost?"

Missy nodded. "Yep," She lied. "Logan and I were just about to head back downstairs to find you and wish you a happy birthday."

'Oh, this is going to be good.' Rebecca thought. "So you weren't just telling Logan that he was my pet and that Tristan and I only tolerated him?" The smile dropped from Missy's face as she realized she had been caught while Logan just looked plain uncomfortable. "Yeah, I heard that."

"Rebecca-" Missy started, but she just held up her hand as she walked further into the room until she was right in front of Missy. She hadn't realized it before, but Missy was kind of short for someone her age. She had to be, at least, five inches shorter than Rebecca.

"I don't appreciate other people speaking for me when I am more than capable of speaking for myself." Rebecca said while Missy's face remained stoic. Neither she or Logan knew what Rebecca would do, the latter of the two had always thought of Rebecca as a wild card. "So I'm going to tell him exactly how I feel." With that, Rebecca turned to Logan who seemed even more uncomfortable. Rebecca even thought that she detected a hint of fear behind his eyes and she knew that it was for the things she could possibly say.

"Logan," She started. "When we met, almost four months ago, I gave you my sandwich because I thought your roast beef sandwich looked pitiful. I don't like roast beef by the way." She added in. "I just did that so you wouldn't feel bad about taking mine and let me tell you something..." She stepped closer and Logan was briefly worried that Rebecca was actually about to hit him before dismissing it in his mind. "I wouldn't do that for anyone else. No Tristan, not Sarah B. who let me copy off her homework, not even Lisa from science class who hit Sarah D. when she tried to pick a fight with me in the cafeteria. Only you, because you were the only person who wasn't afraid to talk to me on my first day of school."

"You see," Rebecca said turning back to a fuming Missy. "I don't pick my friends based on their skin color. I don't pick them based on their religion, their schools or even what they look like. I am fourteen years old and so are you." She said gesturing to the other blonde. "I'm friends with whoever wants to be friends with me because that's how my mother raised me. She didn't raise me to believe that I was better than anyone else because I'm white. She did, however, raise me to know that I am better than people like you."

Missy scoffed and crossed her arms. "You think you're better than me?" She asked with a smirk. "You're exactly like me. You don't think anyone hears the things you say to your so called friends? I heard you ask Chinaman over here if the meat in his sandwich was dog," Missy recounted. "I heard you ask him if he was going to dress up like Jackie Chan for Halloween- oh! And just yesterday I heard you call him Mushu." She raised an eyebrow. "Is that something someone who's better me would say about her Chinese friend?"

With a self satisfied smirk, Missy walked right past Rebecca and was just about to leave the room when Rebecca called out to her.

"He's Korean." Rebecca corrected with a small shake of her head. "Not Chinese." Missy just rolled her eyes before leaving the room and the blonde turned back to her friend.

"You know I am Chinese, right?" He asked and Rebecca rolled her own eyes.

"I know." She defended. "Chinese grandpa, Korean grandma." Rebecca's eyes traveled down the boys face and she raised an eyebrow when she saw the black cloth tied around his neck. "Are you wearing a bowtie?" Logan straightened it.

"You're not the only person who gets to look good on your birthday." Rebecca just shook her head before slinging her arm around Logan's neck.

"C'mon." She said leading him from the room. "If my dad catches us up here, he'll castrate you."

Logan scoffed. "If he can catch me."

"How do you expect to run faster than my dad?" Rebecca asked. "You're shorter than me." Logan put his fingers to his lips.

"Ancient Chinese secret."


So that is the end of Story 2, Chapter 1. We have now, successfully entered season 2 of Sons Of Anarchy and I'm excited. This might just be the first story I finish...ever.

Until Next time!