Okay, guys. As promised-here is Chapter 2. Just so everyone knows, I am watching the episodes as I write. So if you would like to know exactly where this story takes place in the series, the ending scene of this chapter happens at the beginning of Season 1:Episode 2.

I hope y'all like this so far. I'm trying to make sure Rachel doesn't come off as a basic character. Am I doing okay so far?

I love reading the reviews and hearing your thoughts.

-2/6/1998-

"Rachel Grogan is a Senior.

She is the granddaughter of Roy and Nancy Pruitt.

Her hobbies include napping, eating too much Chinese food, and riding on her boyfriend's motorcycle.

After high school, Rachel plans on settling down and having a bunch of babies."

The announcers voice echoed around the gym as the girls in the audience giggled.

Rachel stood in the middle of the gym floor. Her hair was curled perfectly and her light, olive-green dress made her tan skin glow and made the color of her eyes stand out.

"Escorting Rachel is Tyler Sullivan.

Tyler is also a senior.

He is the son of Lisa and Tim Sullivan.

His hobbies include playing basketball and hanging out with friends.

After high school, Tyler plans on going to Southwest California University to receive a degree in Social Science Education.

Give Rachel and Tyler a hand."

Rachel searched frantically in the crowd to find Jax. Once she spotted him, she nearly sprinted to reach him.

"Jax," she squealed as she wrapped him in a hug—her plastic tiara whacking him in the cheek. "I'm a queen!"

"Tell me something I don't know darlin'," he chuckled as he wrapped his hands around her waist.

"How about you come over to the clubhouse tonight, so I can treat you like royalty?" He smirked as he arched his eyebrow.

"Jax," a blush rose to her cheeks. "You know I'm already grounded from the last time you convinced me to sneak out."

"Then what do you have to lose?" he shrugged.

"Fine," she smirked. "You've convinced me. I'll come over after my grandparents go to bed."

"Sounds good, babe," Jax stated before he planted a quick kiss on her lips. "I'm gonna head out of here. See you then."

Rachel watched as Jax drifted away in the crowd.

"There's my girl!"

The brunette turned to see her grandfather approaching her with a bouquet of white roses.

Rachel quickly grabbed the flowers before pulling her grandfather into a tight hug.

"Thank you, Pop-pop."

"Your grandma is here somewhere," the old man told her. "What do you say we go out for some victory ice cream?"

"Umm," Rachel paused. She knew that the quicker she got home, the quicker she could go to the clubhouse. "That sounds great, Pop. But, I don't want to be out too late. I'm starting to get a bad headache."

Rachel sat on her bed as she waited to see the light go off under her bedroom door—signaling that her grandma had finally went to bed. She stripped off the large shirt and baggy pants that she had put on to convince her grandparents she was going to sleep, and replaced those clothes with a low-cut V-neck and tight jeans.

After she had finished changing her outfit, she noticed that the light was off. Quietly, she opened her bedroom door and snuck into the living room. Once she had reached the front door, she silently managed to make her way to her car.

She jumped in the white Civic and started the car. She left the door open. She wasn't sure if they would be able to hear the sound of her shutting to door from inside their room, but she wasn't willing to chance it.

She began to back her car out of the driveway at a turtle-like speed. She left the headlights turned off—just incase the beam shined through their bedroom window.

Once Rachel had gotten onto the street, she began to move a bit quicker. As she reached the end of the block, she finally felt safe enough to shut her door and turn on her headlights.

-2008-

Once court dismissed, Rachel checked her phone only to realize that she had two missed calls

"Hey, babe. Just calling to let you know that something serious came up at work. I don't know when I'll get home. Love you."

After listening to David's call, she played the next message.

"Hey, darlin'. Your car's fixed. Call me back."

Recognizing Jax's voice, she called the number back immediately.

"Hello."

"Hey, Jax. I just got your message that my car is fixed. I was wondering if there was anyway David could bring me over once he gets off so I can pick up my rig."

"Where are you, darlin'?"

"I'm still at the courthouse. The last case just ended."

"Hang out there for a bit. I'll come pick you up and we'll go to the shop."

"That's fine, Jax. You don't have to go out of your way. David will just drop me off when he's done."

"Hello."

"Hello?"

"Jax?"

It was then that the brunette realized that Jax had ended the call before she had even rejected his offer.

"You really didn't have to do this, Jax."

The woman lifted herself off the back of the bike.

"Don't mention it, darlin'. I wasn't doing shit. Might as well ride around with a pretty lady."

Rachel blushed at Jax's comment as they walked to the office.

When the door opened, Rachel had expected to see Gemma's ever-judgmental expression. But instead, she was greeted by an empty chair.

"Where's Gemma?" she questioned immediately upon seeing the woman's absence.

"She's at the hospital with my kid." Jax frowned as he reached into a drawer on his mother's desk.

"I heard that Wendy was pregnant. Congratulations," Rachel smiled—unaware of the child's circumstance.

"His fucking mother was shooting up shit the whole nine months. He was born premature, with a heart problem and a hole in his stomach."

Rachel's heart went out to Jax and the baby.

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea," Rachel paused as she searched for words of encouragement. "But we both know that those Tellers are born to fight. You'll all be in my prayers."

Jax gave her a sad smile.

He tossed a set of keys at her by surprise. Her breathe caught in her throat as she barely caught the keys.

"There you go, sweetheart." Jax smirked. He was ready to change the subject.

Rachel thanked him and reached in her purse to grab her checkbook.

"What are you? Eighty?" he chuckled. "Who writes checks these days?"

Rachel ignored his comment.

"I'll write my information on it. That way you'll know where to find me when it bounces," a smirk graced her face as she joked around with the biker. "How much do I owe you anyway?"

"Nothing."

Rachel's eyes opened wide in shock as she looked up from the checkbook.

"What?"

Surely, she thought, she had misunderstood him.

"This one's on the house. All I ask for is to see that pretty smile, darlin'."

"No," Rachel shook her head. "I am paying you something."

"I won't accept it," Jax's tone was stern. "But next time your car breaks down, I'll have to charge you double."

He chuckled at his own joke.

"Jax," Rachel looked up at him with sincere eyes. "I'll feel bad."

"So, how much did the car set us back?" David asked the woman laying up against him. They were curled up on the couch with a blanket, watching Family Feud.

"Nothing," Rachel knew David wouldn't like the answer.

"What?" anger was evident in his voice.

"Jax told me not to write him a check."

"Must be because Jax hoping for a more intimate kind of payment," David growled as he slammed the remote down on the end table.

"I don't know," Rachel spoke softly as she rested her hand against his chest. "But it doesn't matter. I haven't had anything to do with him in years. And now that my car is fixed, I can go back to not having anything to do with him."

David breathed heavily through his nose as he thought about Jax's advances on his wife.

"I'm not mad at you. But, do you really think he would work for free out of the kindness of his heart?" David asked. "Most people probably would have had to pay him at least a few hundred dollars."

"I mean, maybe," Rachel sighed. "Samcro does plenty of charities. That's why the citizens like them. Don't think about it, baby. It doesn't matter."

David remained silent, but Rachel could see in his eyes that he was still upset.

"Leave a check out on the table," He told her before grabbing the remote once again and turning up the volume.

"How you doing, Jax?" David asked as he pulled his jeep up beside the motorcycle.

"I heard about Wendy and the baby. I'm sorry," the deputy truly felt sympathy for the new father.

"Thanks," Jax stated. He knew Hale had an ulterior motive for speaking to him.

"Here's the check my wife should have gave you a couple days ago," Hale held up the paper. "I'm not sure how much that type of car work usually costs. I guessed on the amount."

"I told her I didn't want her money," Jax kept his eyes on the road.

"I know that you and my wife used to date," David stated bluntly. "And because of that, I don't like the idea of you doing work for her free of charge. Please, just take the check."

He extended his arm to Jax so he could reach the check.

Jax knew what Hale was saying—the deputy didn't want him and Rachel speaking. And he definitely didn't see Jax fixing her car as a selfless act.

He rolled his eyes as he grabbed the check.

"You know, I took a ride out to the streams today," David continued. "I saw that warehouse that burnt down."

"Outside your jurisdiction, ain't it?" Jax fired back.

The stoplight turned green and the biker took off down the road, hoping his conversation with the deputy was over.

Hellbent on finishing what he was going to say, David sped up until he was once again beside Jax.

"You ever heard of a Bluebird Supply Company?" he questioned. "Apparently they hold the title on that parcel."

"Never heard of them," Jax shouted over the noise of the vehicles.

"The whole area was littered in casings and gun parts," David continued. "That warehouse was a weapons depot."

He knew that the biker wasn't going to give up any information. But, that wasn't what this was about. He wanted Jax to know that he was onto him.

"No kidding?" Jax smirked as he played coy.

"Chief Unser's retiring at the end of the month," David took his eyes off the road to glance at Jax. "I'll be stepping into those shoes. Unser's always had a 'look the other way' policy with the Sons of Anarchy."

"Unser's a lazy drunk," the blonde smiled.

"I will not look the other way, Jax," The cop warned. "Just a friendly heads-up."

Jax shook his head. "We're all free men, protected by the Constitution. You look any way you want, Chief."

Jax revved up his bike, leaving David behind.

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