I do not own SOA or any of the characters other then my own, I simply write for fun.
My Apologies / Disclaimers : This is the last chapter. If you have saw this story all the way through, you are a trooper! I am the WORST for updating. My schedule is constantly changing, my free time is always fluctuating in extremes, it's just a lot, I know I slacked WAAAYYYY off. I sincerely apologize for that. I apologize for all my mistakes. I write on the fly, I type it, then I proof read (only once). My writing style changes constantly, sometimes I want to be super detailed and other times I focus on dialogue. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed it!
SOA Fics : I'm 99% sure I am done with SOA fics and with Harper. I loved her as a character. I really enjoy strong female characters, unfortunately all of my OC females end up being strong, stubborn, foul mouthed, ladies. Therefore, I don't have a lot of variation on my OC's. What can I say? As I "writer" aka a fanficer, (I haven't achieved writer status in my opinion) I have had some spin off ideas for Harper, Jax, and the crew but I don't feel like I could commit to anything permanent. I feel guilty taking a year to write a 19 chapter fanfic.
Incase your mind wanders...
- Harper would never get pregnant. She would be a kick ass mom / step mom, but she couldn't calm down long enough to be a responsible fetus incubator.
- She would never be a helpless, hopeless, damsel in distress. She may need help once in a while but she would never go down without kicking and screaming.
- She would never join SAMCRO. There's tradition to consider, big ass tattoos, and it's for life. I feel like Harper is too rebellious to join SAMCRO and stay or get her tat burned / cut off or die!
Thanks for reading! I love you. Leave me a review! They give me an instant smile.
Harper bounced around the ring a few times before settling in her corner. The prospect was on the opposite side, getting a pep talk from Tig. Harper couldn't control the shit eating grin that appeared on her face. Zeus always knew how to cheer her up and her getting revenge on the prospect only made it sweeter.
Harper stepped to the middle of the ring and touched gloves with the prospect. Harper didn't mind fighting bare knuckles but Zeus had insisted on the gloves. Unsure of what to do the prospect danced around the ring. Harper knew it was hard for a guy to fight her and she wanted to enjoy this fight so she tagged him with a few body shots before bouncing away. This resulted in roars from the crowd. A new light rose in the prospects eyes. He charged Harper with fists flying. She saw his careless attack a mile away and dodged. Then, quickly, he turned and forced a right hook into Harper's rib cage, who retaliated with a body shot of her own. It was as they danced away from each other once more, that Harper caught the prospect's sideways glance at Jax and his subtle shake of no with his head.
Enraged Harper flew at the prospect, throwing punch after punch mercilessly until Tig stepped into the ring and pulled her off the prospect. Tillo jumped in the ring as Tig pulled Harper off the prospect, immediately setting the room in tension.
"It's fine, Tillo." Harper said coolly, placing a hand on Tillo's chest as she walked past him.
Harper changed back into her jeans and met SAMCRO out front. She gave several hugs before standing in front of Zeus and Tillo.
"I hope to do business with you soon." Zeus said to Harper. "However, you're always welcome here and if you wish to return to LA, say the word." His gaze rose over the top of Harper's head and challenged SAMCRO.
Harper gave fleeting hugs to Zeus and Tillo before climbing into the driver seat of her own car. "I'll keep in touch." She called out the window before pulling away.
The car was filled with silence as they pulled away from LA and headed towards no man's land. The prospect who's eye had swelled shut and lip had begun to puff outward was asleep in the passenger seat as Harper and SAMCRO headed towards Charming.
They had barely passed the city limits when Harper spotted two large SUVs in her rearview mirror. She honked the horn, since no one was wearing their Bluetooth anymore and began to pull away from the van. Harper had 10 car lengths between them when she watched as the van was forced off the road and rolled to a stop in a dirt field. The prospect was awake and incoherent as Harper slung the car around and headed back towards the van. She was so intent on reaching the van, she missed the third SUV until it creamed into her side pushing her off road, and sent her car rolling down an embankment.
Harper didn't know if it was the gun shot or the bullet through the prospects skull that pulled her back to consciousness but she jolted awake. Her breathing was shallow and rapid as she attempted to reach for her own gun. She tried again but her arm wouldn't respond.
"I want her alive." She heard Jason order, just before she was pulled out of the window of her car which now lay upside down. She let out a shriek of pain as a man pulled her by her broken arm.
"JASON!" She screamed.
He turned to her, his once carless, youthful face, a mask of scars, and she watched as every drop of light left in them, drained.
"I want her alive, but shut her up."
Three things happened at once; Harper heard a faint gunshot, felt the hard cold butt of a gun, and darkness swallowed her.
Harper knew where she was before her eyes opened. She could feel the tubing on her face, the beep of the monitor in her ears, and the smell of sickness filled her airway with each breath. She blinked awake, squinting under the bright hospital lights. She thought back to her last memories; the wreck, prospect being shot, Jason's voice, and the butt of a gun against her head. Instinctively, she reached for the back of her head and grimaced when her fingertips brushed the stitches. She felt something nagging in the back of her mind, another memory but she couldn't place it. She shifted in her bed, trying to put herself more upright when pain shot through her and the memory came back. After being knocked out she was dumped into a trunk but that's all she could remember. She continued to prod her memory to no avail.
It was while searching her mind that Zeus entered the room. Harper's eyes widened in response.
"Good to see you awake."
"What happened?" She questioned.
"How much do you remember?"
Harper retold her memories to the best of her ability.
"After you left I received information of three SUVS headed out of town. Usually it's not my concern but it was a very large coincidence so we drove out."
"We? You came out?" She asked astonished.
"Of course." He replied nonchantly before continuing, "I arrived as Jason was putting you in the trunk."
"Why? Why was he doing that?" She questioned, frantically.
"I don't know and we never will, he's gone now."
Harper nodded and the two sat in silence. Several minutes had passed before there was chaos outside her door. She looked to Zeus, biting her lip in panic as he walked calmly to the door. As he opened the door, Harper caught her first glimpse of Jax. He was clad in a hospital gown, pushing his way past Tillo.
"Let me in." He barked, only halting his assault when he locked eyes with Harper.
"It's fine, Tillo. Let's leave them alone." Zeus said as he shut the door behind him.
Then it was just Jax and Harper. He stood a few feet away from bed, his blonde hair refusing to stay combed back as it spilled to the sides. Once his grey blue eyes locked with hers in the doorway, they never moved. `When the door clicked shut, Jax flew into a torrent of exclamations.
"You're not leaving! I don't care how close you are with Zeus! You've been fine and you go on one run, ONE RUN, and you're back in the hospital! You're my old lady, damn it! I told you before if you left, I'd follow you and I still will. This is bullshit!" He roared.
"What are you fucking talking about?" Harper roared back.
Her head was pounding as the once silent room was now busting with Jax's rage.
"Today. All of it and all of this bullshit!"
"Don't put today off on me. Clay and his macho bullshit was the problem. I knew what I was doing! Jason may have attacked because of me but if it would have been one car, like I fucking said, he would have never caught me! I turned around to save your ass!" She screamed until her voice turned hoarse.
Jax ran his hands through his hair in frustration. He paced the floor, breathing heavily as he tried to regain his composure. Eventually, he stopped several feet away from Harper's bed. He turned to face her, wiping the exhaustion from his face.
"I don't care about the run going bad, or Jason, or Zeus, or any of that." He said defeated. "I'm talking about at the club house, when you said you weren't my old lady." He finished the sentence in a whisper and then flew into another rant. "It's still bullshit! After everything? You're leaving me over club drama? After everything?!" He yelled.
"You're an idiot." She quipped calmly, which stopped Jax in his tracks. "I never said I was leaving you. I said I wasn't your old lady and on a run, during club business, at the garage, I'm not your old lady. I'm your equal."
"Wait. What?" He asked in confusion and disbelief.
Harper sighed as she repositioned herself on the bed, "In that moment, I wasn't your old lady. In those moments, you have to look at me as a guy, as a brother. You care about Happy and Op, right? That's how you care for me. If you can't separate that life and our romantic life, I can't be your old lady. I'm not like Op's wife or Jemma. I was in this life before you. I can't stand on the sidelines and make backstage deals, and then if I cross some arbitrary line you put me in my place. I'm not trying to be a reaper but don't treat me like I'm just an old lady."
"I'm not going to stop caring what happens to you. I can't."
"Do you not listen? You can care about me without treating me like I'm handicap because I have a vagina."
Jax crossed the space between them and climbed into the bed next to Harper. He put his arm around her and pulled her to his chest. He kissed the top of her head gently, being careful to avoid the stitches, "I think I can manage that but you have to work with me. I'll always see you as more than Opi or Happy."
"Okay."
"So right now," he asked as he rubbed easy circles on her bruised and battered body, "Are you an old lady, a brother, or a mix?"
"All old lady."
Harper watched as Jax pressed the morphine button and she snuggled into his chest before falling into a drug induced slumber.