A/N: I know I said I wouldn't post any old stories on this site, but since I'm still working on this one I decided that I would let any of my followers on this site read it also since I have it on AO3, and Wattpad. This is the only old story I'm gonna post because for one I'm still working on it, and second I didn't really like the other older stories so I scrapped them.
John Thomas Teller was a complicated man. He had gotten out of the Vietnam war and had missed the brother hood being a soldier detailed. So he, along with his best friend Piney Winston, started the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.
It wasn't met to be criminal. Just a bunch of brothers who shared the love for riding, harleys and brotherhood. Though Clay Morrow took all of that away. John Teller had three kids. The oldest was from a woman he had met in Bakersfield California. A young nurse named Maria Lowman. Problem was she was with some dipshit was knocked the crap out of her all the time and now was in the joint for six months for assault during a bar room brawl.
They had a son together they named Happy. Because that little boy gave Maria a second chance of happiness and the will to live and fight back against her ex whenever he got out of jail. Their relationship didn't work because John wanted to roam and Maria wanted to stay in Bakersfield.
They kept in touch throughout the years and co parented the best they could. Then three in a half years later he met a young woman by the name of Gemma Maddoc. As young as she was she was mature and the two fell fast and hard for one another. When Happy was five Gemma gave birth to their son Jackson Nathienal Teller.
Gemma named her oldest after her younger brother who died from heart complications. AKA the family flaw. When Jax was ten, and Happy was fifteen Gemma and John had Thomas. He was named after his father. Thomas John Teller
When poor Tommy was five he got sick and it affected he whole family. Happy was over all the time and decided to patch into the club. John just checked out. He hated the way his creation was turning out. He was lonely because his wife gave him the cold shoulder, and he was feeling burnt out with being back and forth to Belfast starting up SAMBEL.
Add everything the war with the Mayans, a rival club, was heating up. One year later John was killed in a wreck after his motorcycle hit a semi and was drug a hundred feet. He died at Saint Thomas Hospital two days later. Since then it all changed.
~Nashville Tennessee 2008~
Clair stared at the papers in her hand. The last couple weeks have been hell. From losing her parents in a car accident and inheriting five hundred million from them, she just had to go to CJ's batchlorette in Las Vegas. CJ, Trinity, and Renee, who flat out said it was her town and they were going to do this right.
Well hitting a couple clubs, and then Thunder Down Under, laying out by the pool during the day. All innocent right? Clair had to take it one step farther by hitting a bar by herself where she came across some bikers. Sons of Anarchy Las Vegas and a couple by the names of Juice, Tig and Happy who's kutts said Redwood Originals, whatever the fuck that meant.
Well as the booze kept on flowing she and Happy ended up getting totally shit faced and ended up married. Clair was horrified the next day and she booked the first flight back home and got in touch with her lawyers.
Clair wanted either a divorce or an annulment and be rid of that night. Happy contested the entire thing and since it happened in Vegas the law stated that she had to go to wherever he lived, California, to get it taken care of.
After lots of loud arguments over the phone the twenty five year old finally threw her hands in the air and asked him where and when he wanted to meet to settle it all once and for all. Happy told her to come to Teller-Morrow Automotive in Charming California.
~Charming California three days later~
Clair pulled her rental GMC Accadia into the parking lot of TM when suddenly the engine seized up and smoke billowed from under the hood.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW!" Clair exploded. She was fed up. She wanted to end her joke of a marriage and get back to Tennessee once and for all.
"Calm down lass we can fix it." a Scottish voice said.
"It's a rental." said Clair as another guy came onto the scene looking at another car.
"Shit! Sometimes you're the Beamer and sometimes you are the deer. What we have Chibs?" the goodlooking blond guy asked.
"Some rich kid hit the poor bastard up by the streams. Texting his girlfriend while driving." Chibs said.
"Excuse me do you know a good hotel around here? Another thing could you tell me where I can find a Happy Lowman Teller?" Clair asked.
"What you want with Hap?" the blond who had Vice President on his kutt asked.
"Cause she's his wife?" the black haired blue eyed guy that she remembered as Tig said.
"Not for long." said Clair.
"Why you gotta be like that?" Tig asked.
"Too much booze and Vegas dont' mix. Listen I want to hurry up and get this done so I can get back home. As for the car I'll call Enterprise and they'll take care of the bill and give me another car until I head back to the airport." said Clair.
"He doesn't want to end it." said the blond guy.
"Yea no shit. That's why I flew all the way across the country to make him realize I mean business." said Clair.
"Happy doesn't do anything halfway or out of his mind. He's always in control so he knew exactly what he was doing in that marriage. You're not getting away from Killa." said Jax as his phone rang.
"Well we'll just see about that." said Clair as another guy, she recognized him as Juice was saying something to Chibs about their warehouse getting blow to shit the night before. Now she was more anxious to leave.
"Hey ma. No not yet. Okay well the prospect doesn't eat meat and remember the wife Happy was telling us about, well she's hear with papers wanting her marriage ended whether it's divorce or annulment. Hey have you heard from my crazy ass ex wife? She's supposed to be sending the medical bills and I haven't seen one in months and she ain't answering her phone. Grandma." the blond ended the call hanging the phone up.
"Do you have any idea when Happy is going to get here? I would like to leave sometime today and get a hotel room." said Clair.
"He'll get here when he gets here. Until then how about you come in and relax. He just transferred three weeks ago from Tacoma. His mom isn't door so well and is in a home in Bakersfield. He wants to spend more time with her so he came home." said the VP.
"Why are you telling me all this? And what is your name?" she asked.
"Jax Teller. At your service darlin." Jax flirted harmlessly. It didn't mean anything. It was his brother's wife, and Jax was always the playboy and a flirt.
"Do you want to be killa's next smiley? You best watch it." said Tig.
"As much as the two of you fight I'm surprised you haven't ended up another smiley face. I gotta go. Mom's bitching about going to storage. Oh don't let Clair leave. Happy needs to talk to her." said Jax.
"Well this is just great." Clair sighed calling the car rental agency about a new car since hers broke down on her. Jax had come back after a bit and then Happy showed up in his bike.
"Listen we need to...," Clair was cut off.
"Got church, and if it's about you ending this sorry it's not happening." said Happy as he went into the area that was called the chapel.
Clair was frustrated. Why couldn't he give her a few minutes to hash out this marriage bullshit. She wanted to hurry up and end it and had back to Nashville and forget everything illegal she over heard.
Clair wouldn't snitch or rat or whatever the term was. It wasn't her business, and she would just assume forget about all of it. She looked at her watch and they had been in that room for twenty minutes and she started to smell something. Funky.
Her new car, a 2009 Chevy Silverado, had been delivered and the other one was towed back to Oakland where she flew from Nashville. Now she was just waiting, waiting, waiting.
Suddenly the doors flew open and all the Sons came piling out. "Okay what the hell is that smell?" The older man with President on his kutt asked.
"Doesn't smell like Tigs dirty socks or the rancid pussy he always gets with." Juice joked.
"Blow me asshole." said Tig.
"What the hell is that?" Jax asked pulling a box out from under the pool table.
"Oh shit! I was going to surprise you. I thought that it could be put on the wall of the clubhouse." said the prospect Clair found out was named Half Sack.
"It's supposed to be treated and stuffed you retard." said Jax.
"Stuffed with what?" Halfsack asked as Clair leaned back as she felt hands massaging her shoulders.
"You ready to talk now?" Happy asked.
"This will be quick. I just want you sign these so I can be on my way." said Clair.
"You might have been way under the influence in Vegas, but I knew what I was doing. I picked you out of all the girls at that bar." said Happy.
"What do you mean? You picked me out? What you were shopping for me, then you dropped something in my drink and then proceeded to marry me against my will?" Clair asked.
"More like you're just his type. Young, blond, petite, slender. You led the way and he just went with it because he felt something with you. A connection." said Jax as a woman came storming in.
"Jax i've been trying to call you. Wendy od'd on the floor in your house and has been sent to the hospital." she said.
"Shit!" all of the sons ran out and hopped on their bikes leaving Clair there. Clair decided that she needed to get a hotel room and drink. Ten minutes later she pulled her rental truck up to a bar called the Hairy Dogg.
"What can I get you ma'am?" the pretty bartender that looked like the actress that played Lil in the movie Coyote Ugly.
"Chardonnay if you have it, and if not a bottle of Budlight." said Clair.
"You new in these parts?" the bartender, she saw her name tag said Mandy asked.
"Not for long hopefully. Marriage laws for drinking too much and getting married in Vegas are stupid. Why couldn't he come to Nashville instead of me coming all the way out here. Oh add insult to injury he won't give me a divorce or an annulment. Asshole!" Clair ranted.
"Don't tell my boss Earnest this, but men think they can rule the world." said Mandy pouring two glasses for each of them.
"I'll drink to that. Cheers." said Clair as they visited. The bar was slow except for Mandy, Clair, and a few Nords over by the pool table shooting pool and some old timers doing some day drinking.
Clair was on glass number three when the door was kicked open and Jax came storming in with two others. Clair gasped in fear as Jax grabbed a pool stick and swung as guys were pulled.
"Don't even try it boyo." the Scottish man said.
"YOU SELL CRANK TO MY PREGNANT EX WIFE!" Jax exploded punching the guy in the face and then then hitting him right in the nuts with his pool stick before hitting him in the face a few more times.
"Alright alright enough!" said Bobby as both him and Chibs looked at the two women at the bar while pulling Jax back.
"Bobby get my sister in law out of here." said Jax and Bobby nodded.
"Come on sweetie. You don't need to be in here." he said.
"STUPID PECKERWOOD SHIT HEAD!" Jax screamed.
"Shiskaballs are on us." said Bobby as the group walked out.
Happy was standing by Clair's truck and yanked the keys out of her hand. "I'm driving us back to the clubhouse. What the hell are you doing in a place like this? This is the last place you need to be." he said.
"I wanted a couple drinks and a motel room since you all just took off and left me. I'm trying to make a point that I want a divorce or an annulment." said Clair.
"This is the last bar you need to be at. Lets go I'm driving. Another thing I'm not signing any papers. You're mine." said Happy as he kissed her. Clair felt sparks and her toes curl, and that was just from a kiss. "We both feel something so this is how it's gonna go. You will pack up all of your things in Nashville and move to Charming. I'll find us a house, but until then we are going to be living in my dorm at the clubhouse. Now get in." he opened the passenger side door for her and then got into the driver's side door and drove back to the clubhouse.