The Croweater Tales

by DiaryOfLacey

Croweater. It's a position many women want and few women get. It gets you inside the world of the Sons of Anarchy. Evelyn "Evie" Satterly knows this all too well. She's experienced each and every one of the Sons, and what it's like to be bedded by these dangerous men. To her, "croweater" is a title of royalty. It's her future. It's the only life she knows.

21. Epilogue

A/N: So here we are at the last chapter of The Croweater Tales. I hope you've all enjoyed this unique look at Sons of Anarchy and I hope you will all follow over to the next story. Thank you for all your feedback and reviews and ideas, and I can't wait to see where Evie goes next! Thank you all for reading and I hope to see you all follow this to the followup story! Love you all, Lacey.

Evie still looked back on her croweater days fondly, but it was all behind her now. No longer was she the good-time girl, the one that flirted and drank and fucked. After Jax's death, after standing and watching their former President be lowered into the ground, the club didn't celebrate much anymore, and so gradually the croweaters had drifted away from Charming, most going to other charters and resuming their roles. Evie, however, had stayed in Charming, where she'd finally gotten what she'd always wanted and became an Old Lady.

Sometimes when she thought about the old days, how the club used to be, it made her sad. Almost all of them were in the cemetary now, and it was hard to believe sometimes how quickly things had changed. She still remembered the day Chibs walked into the clubhouse, crying his eyes out and gripping the President patch in his hand. Automatically she'd known what happened, and when the rest of the club followed him inside and Tig began telling the croweaters to leave, Evie knew that Jax was gone. She'd cried for a long time, just like she'd cried when Opie died. She knew then that nothing was ever going to be the same, that the club would never recover. Losing Opie, losing Clay and Piney and Juice and all the others that had fallen during her years of the SAMCRO life, none of those deaths had affected the group of men like losing Jax had. Since then, the clubhouse was somber, and parties were few and far between.

After Jax's death, she'd settled down, getting inked with the crow that made her Chibs' Old Lady. The Scotsman had come to her for comfort almost every night since Jax died, and eventually it was only natural that she become his "official" Old Lady. Just like Jax said it would, the black crow that graced her forearm looked like it had always belonged there, like it was made for her. She'd also gotten "To live in the hearts we leave behind is not to die" inked on her shoulder blade, in memory of all the fallen boys that she'd known and loved during her time as a croweater. It was a sort of personal memorial to her past life, something that reminded her of where she'd come from. She had come a long way from the days of red hair and leather and endless men on Harleys, but she didn't regret one single day that she'd lived that life.

After all, everybody had their own story and hers was just a little more interesting than everybody else's.