A/N This is the end of this story, but have no fear. There is a plan for a sequel. The season 2 finale gave me no inspiration for an ending for this story, so I went with my original plan. I also am going with my original plan for the sequel. It will be AU so I hope you enjoy when it comes out.
Chapter 21
Angie pulled into the parking lot of Teller/Morrow at close to midnight. Jax still hadn't called, so she didn't expect to find them out of Church yet. She parked her bike in the line with all the others. She sat outside the club and lit a cigarette, trying to decide if she should go into the club or wait for him out here. She was pretty sure this was not a usual night at the club, there was no one around. The prospect, Half Sack she thought she had heard his name to be, had come outside and emptied the trash once, but other than that, there was no one there. There was simply the line of bikes of the members and the prospect, and hers.
Angie flicked the cigarette into the parking lot and slid off the bike. Being an old lady meant you waited for your man. She walked over to the picnic table outside the clubhouse door and took a seat on the table. She took out her Blackberry and checked her email. At least there was one thing that never ended, email. She shot off some messages to Peter, and Steve at Maroney Mining. There was a message from Taggert at the ranch, which she read with great interest. She had just hit send to her reply when she heard the clubhouse door open. She looked up and saw Jax walk out the door, followed by the rest of the members of Samcro. No one said anything,
Everyone headed toward their bikes except Jax and Opie, who headed toward Angie. Angie slid off the picnic table as Jax approached and as soon as he was close enough to touch her he grabbed her and pulled her to him. He put his hands on both sides of her face and kissed her passionately. He then turned and watched as one by one each member of Samcro pulled out of the parking lot. When they were all gone, Jax slid his arm around Angie's shoulders and turned them to face Opie.
"We good?" Jax asked Opie.
"Yeah, we're good." Opie said. "You think we did the right thing?"
"Only time will tell. But I think we are on the right track now. We made Samcro what it is now, now we make it will be in the future." Jax said. He walked toward Opie and gave him a brotherly hug. "We start tomorrow."
"Not too early," Opie said as he stepped from the embrace. Stepping over to Angie, Opie kissed her on the cheek. "Night, Angie"
"Goodnight, Opie." Angie said. Opie turned and headed for his bike.
"Can I ask?" Angie said.
"I'll tell you all about it. But let's get out of here, Angel." Jax said, turning toward her.
"Sure. Where are we going?" Angie asked.
"Home."
Angie and Jax rode to the house in silence. When Jax pulled into the driveway he shut of the motor and just sat there for a minute. He let his hands rest on Angie's, which were still wrapped around his waist. He leaned back against her as she leaned forward against him. She felt his body relax into hers, and then she felt him shrug, like he had found something amusing.
"Something you find funny you would like to share?" Angie asked.
"Well I was just thinking. When we go for a ride, are you going to ride on the back of my bike, or are you going to ride your own bike?" Jax asked.
"Depends on my mood I suppose." Angie replied.
"What about my mood, Angel?" Jax asked.
"Suppose it depends on that too." Angie said. "What about you riding on the back of my bike?"
"Bite your tongue, Angel" Jax snapped. Angie laughed at his comment.
"Why are you thinking about this now?" Angie asked.
"An Old lady with her own bike is just a little out of the ordinary, that's all. Just one of those things we are going to have to figure out." Jax said.
"I'll add it to the list." Angie quipped. She reached up and took off her helmet. Jax did the same. She handed her helmet to him and he placed it on the handle bar.
"You have a list?" Jax asked.
"Of course, when have you ever known me not to have a list?" Angie said.
"True." Jax said nodding his head. He swung his leg over the Harley and leaned on the bike looking at Angie. "Do I get to look at it?"
"Sure, but it seems like you are avoiding the elephant in the room." Angie said. "If you don't want to talk about it that is fine. I get it. It is club business." Jax cut her off with a passionate kiss. He explored her mouth and entwined his hands in her hair. Pulling away from her he leaned his forehead against hers.
"I am not trying to avoid telling you, Angel. My head is just so full of all these random thoughts. So much has happened. You know. I am just struggling to wrap my head around it all, you know. Come on, let's go check on the kid, and then I will tell you everything." Jax said. Angie placed her hand on Jax's cheek and shook her head in agreement. He stood and helped her from the bike. When she was standing he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close as they headed into the house.
Angie settled into the couch waiting for Jax. She tucked her legs under her and leaned her head back against the back of the couch. Closing her eyes for a moment she rested in the peace of the house. Nita had gone home and Angie and Jax had made sure Abel was tucked in. Jax came out of the kitchen carrying a stiff drink and a cup of coffee. "Thought you might appreciate this, Angel." he said as he handed Angie the coffee. He sat down on the couch next to Angie, letting his hand rest on her knee.
"Thanks," she said, taking a sip of the strong black liquid.
"So," Jax began, "There are going to be some pretty big changes in the club."
"I assumed." Angie said, her hand went to his face. She tucked the hair behind his ear as Jax continued to talk.
"For now, Clay is still President," Jax continued. "It was all very surreal for part of the evening. We started to argue, about everything, about Opie and Donna, about the need for a new direction, about new more legitimate revenue streams. He was working hard to protect his stake, his position, and then it happened, Piney got in his face. Took a swing at him, when Clay swung back, we saw what was going on."
"What's going on?" Angie asked. She just continued to stroke his hair. She could see the pain in his face.
"Clay is losing the use of his hands. When he hit Piney he crumpled over in pain. His hand wouldn't unclench from the fist. He has arthritis. Pretty soon he we won't be able to ride a bike, or hold a wrench, or do any of the things he loves. And the rules of the club are simple, you can't ride, you can't lead." Jax looked at Angie.
"And till that time comes?" Angie asked.
"He stays as president. But decisions are made as a club. No one outside the charter will ever know about Donna, that was Opie's decision. Clay has to run decisions by me, and well Tig…" Jax looked off and stopped talking.
"What about Tig?" Angie asked.
"He isn't the Sergeant at Arms any more, Angel." Jax said, almost coldly.
"Who is then?" Angie inquired.
"Well that is the crazy part. That was when everything got really interesting. You remember me telling you about Happy?" Jax asked.
"The cold stone one originally from Tacoma, went Nomad several years ago." Angie said.
"Yeah, that's the one. Well, unknown to me he had approached Bobby and Chibs about transferring to Samcro when the whole League thing was over. Seems his mom lives not far from here, she is in assisted living. He wants to settle down, be near her." Jax said.
"Well, I called the Nomad president, found out the details, and then called Happy. He was just in Lodi at a bar so he came over. We voted him into Samcro tonight. Then we elected him Sergeant at Arms." Jax said.
"Why not Opie, or Chibs?" I asked.
"You have to be brutal sometimes in that position, no feeling. That was why Tig had been so good at it, but that will change as we take the club a new direction. But there will still be times when what we are doing will need the likes of Happy, and Tig." Jax said.
"How did Tig take it?" Angie asked.
"Well considering Opie could have asked for his cut, there was not much he could say. Gonna have to watch him in the future, but in some ways I think he is relieved. I think what he did has been weighing on him." Jax reflected.
"Well that explains why it took so long." Angie said. She slid closer to Jax, putting her arm around his shoulders.
"So what did you do all that time?" Jax asked.
"Went for a ride, and then I came back here to check on Abel. Had a sit down with your Mom," Angie said.
"Oh God, how did that go?" Jax asked, almost laughing.
"Surprisingly well." Angie said, looking at Jax as he had an astonished look. "I think I may have made some inroads with her."
"How is she doing with this?" Jax asked.
"She knew the score. She will be surprised by this outcome. I know I am. But she gives good advise. She loves fiercely Jax." Angie said.
"I know Angel. Sometimes she just doesn't let you love alone. She is a bit meddlesome." Jax said.
"She and I will have to work out boundaries. It takes time when you are new to each other." Angie commented.
"That mean you have made a decision about your future?" Jax asked.
"I have. Things between you and I are ours to make. But if you are game, I am wanting to see where this goes." Angie said.
Jax leaned over and put his hands on her face. Jax pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. "I want to see where it goes."
"Well then, tomorrow, we start." Angie said.
A/N any final comments will be appreciated.