A/N: I'm a major arse for leaving this hanging on almost a year's hiatus. But I had other things going on besides the unwlecomed writer's block. I've been working on my writing skills and punctuation. Hopefully I've improved some? This chapter is more a filler. The next chapter will be entirely in Gemma's POV. And on another note: This will be be an AU fic for a few more chapters. Obviously Donna is still alive in this series, whilst long gone on SOA. Plus the second season is on it's way. It won't be too much AU. Just Donna as an exception. At least until it nears the end of the story. Sorry for such a long note lol. Enjoy. :)

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of Sons of Anarchy. Sole credit to the crew of that show. I only claim Serenity. No copyright intended!

Jax paced the floor several times since he practically stomped into the house. Serenity resisted the urge to grin at his ever so predictable posture. His muscular hips hidden beneath the light blue baggy denim jeans. That god awful purple striped shirt. His club vest thrown over his broad shoulders. It was easy to guess what slouch his body would fall into. Serenity mentally patted herself on the back for knowing her best friend so well. A thick silence filled the room.

Serenity could tell that Jax was becoming overly excited with his aggression.

"Jax-" he cut her off without notice.

"None of this shit ever makes any sense? How the hell can these little expeditions take so much of her time?!" Jax growled.

"Calm down, Jax. Don't you think you're over reacting just a tiny bit?" The reason in Serenity's voice shining clearly.

"Not when she hasn't taken one of these things since I can remember," he paused at the mention of 'since I can remember'.

Both adults fell silent as the few seconds passing, Jax let his father drift into his mind once more. He let himself collapse onto the sofa with a thump as Serenity, anxiously picked at the plastic of her cigarette pack awaiting the revival in his eyes. Finally with great admiration at his emotional courage, she saw the familiar deep blue light up again.

"Maybe she doesn't need a reason to go, Jackson," Serenity stated softly.

Without thinking, Jax shouted. " Of course she needs a fucking reason! This has been going on ever since I was a little kid. A damn child and his mother hits the pedal to the metal on god knows what dirt road?!" By the time he finished the outburst he was panting heavily.

But, she kept her cool with this man. They'd grown up together. Jax was her bonded person as she referred to him. He had always been there when she had no one and hadn't expected any amount of favors in return. Serenity and Jax had always kept close. He liked the role of protector, she liked the male figure in her life. The two always kept close when they could. Like many times she knew better, Serenity had to except Jax with all of his Sam Crow duties. Danger, fire arms and illegal practices. Keeping your cool with someone you've known forever, included their reactions, emotions and acquaintances. No matter the bittersweet of anything.

"Feel better?" She smirked.

His hair swayed throughout the air in a sultry manner with his response.

"Maybe if I had me some strawberry?" He was smirking with his eyebrows raised playfully. The mood of the room changing at a fast pace.

Serenity rolled her eyes. "What's the matter with baby mama?"

If looks could pay out to the person that put them there, well than this woman had just taken in at least a million bucks. The internal/disgusted look on Jax face was enough to help her release the laugh.

"Wonderin' about dear old Wendy?" Serenity mocked.

"Shut the shit up!" he snapped.

"Come over here and make me!" she grinned.

"Don't push your luck with me Ser. I'm without a doubt in no mood." His voice getting cockier now, the annoyance fading.

"Luck, smuck," she giggled, pulling a smoke out.

Jax grabbed the smoke and tossed it to the carpeted floor, crushing the tobacco stick into the yellow threads.

"Gemma is going to kick your ass once she sees that, Jackson."

"Leave those damn lips closed, butter butt." Was his inviting statement.

"Oh butter butt is it? I'm quite tired of the same games with no prizes. Not game this time," she jokingly pouted.

"Sour puss," Jax let roll of his tongue like a simple line of air.

"Now look, I told you enough is enough! Quit comparing me with Wendy."

"Humor gets you nowhere with me, sweet cake."

"Enough foul play shit head. I gotta go anyways." She ended the friendly exchange of lame attempts at humor.

This time it was his turn to fake the chipper pout.

Serenity pulled herself from the edge of the couch with a sigh. Lifting her arms up with a yawn, she stretched.

His husky voice laughed in the background. "Whatever, you goin' to Opie's or what?"

"Nah I'm going to do some shopping and pick up something for Donna first. Woman needs a rest."

"You never cook for me." He was leaning against the wall in the entryway.

"Scratch my stomach, Jax. You know it?"

He chuckled deeply. "Thought it was back?"

"I'm not your typical whore."

"Then why keep yourself on that back?"

"Could ask you the same question."

The moment Serenity had her tote pulled up on her shoulder a loud echo erupted outside the screen door. Jax looked lazily around Serenity. The screen flew open with a burst of additional cigarette smoke.

Serenity rolled her eyes more than once. Look what the cat left outside in the dirt whole!

Wendy remained still as she dropped the blue back lined with teddy bears. Strap complete with a green blanket hooked onto the side. Taking the time to catch a breath before yanking on her pocket and pulling out a cigarette. Slowly she pulled the silver thick lighter and lit the smoke with a grunt of appreciation. Hand on one hip she stood leaning her weight onto one heel. Everyone still silent.

"Where's Abel?" Jax beamed in, starting to get traces of aggressive worry within his tone.

"In the car," Wendy stated with lack of interest.

"You left a baby alone in a hot car?" Serenity asked with disbelief.

"Relax chick, the window's are down. My boy is fine. Sides' he didn't come from you. So neither should the worry."

And there came the havoc from Wendy to Serenity. Each woman always giving the other a true 'hell on earth glare'. Wendy using enough smart mouth antics to cause little ruckus's.

"Bite me!" Serenity snapped.

"Love to." Wendy spat, with a fierce smirk plastered on her lips.

"Ok," Jax intercepted.

"I'll go get him," Serenity retorted.

"Not a snowballs' chance in hell," Wendy argued. "Not in my car."

Jax lowered his head with the flare of his nostrils sounding out.

"Then stop me," Serenity barked.

"Just go get him. I need to talk with her anyway," Jax sighed with frustration.

Serenity moved for the door, going through it without lip from the dirty tramp. With ease and a smile she approached Wendy's car, pulling the door open. She grasped the plastic handle and pulled the car seat from the back. Slamming the door she heard voices get higher every passing second as she approached the door with Abel. Waiting a few seconds before going in. Jax's face immediately lit up upon seeing his son kicking like crazy in the car seat.

"There's my little man. How's he doin' huh?"

Serenity smiled as Wendy mumbled something and slipped out the door. Not before giving a solid look first and foremost.

She turned her head towards Jax. "He ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine. Got my strength. " The pride shined through as Jax pulled the little boy from the seat. He held his head gently with one large hand as the other supported the bottom of the soft fabric that covered Abel's long legs.

"Hi there," Serenity cooed, picking at Abel's little hand.

Jax was muttering in that deep rough voice of his. Sweet nothings to his son. Serenity held her arms out. "Lemme see this growing man. Here." Jax lifted the baby into her arms.

"Look who's getting so big. And with his dad's eyes. Hopefully not his rough taste," She grinned while bouncing Abel.

"Hardy har," Jax retorted.

He was obviously loosing some edge to his exterior when this little one entered the same room. Parents pride lit up Jackson's eyes like the 4th of July.

"So what's your suggestion for all of this?" Jax questioned.

"Like you're going to take it," She smiled yet again at the baby.

Jax glared over at her. "Well if it's so damn good and inspirational then lay it on me," he stated.

"Speaking of lay," She laughed, covering Abel's ears with gentle ease.

" That is the only logical way that your mind would be distracted."

"Well, you're my friend help me," he joked, with a smirk.

"Or maybe I can go find what's her name? Uh, hmm lemme think. Elanore, Essssssss? Ah I remember," she sang. "Elle a.k.a Miss Elizabeth a.k.a the reason your jeans are fitting more tightly lately."

Jax lifted himself up and strode over to Serenity in one step. "Right." He smiled at his son. "Done yet?"

"Jax I'm just kidding, ok? I'm sure her top is a lot more tighter, I've seen how she looks at you. She get's a kick outta seeing you in that library I bet. Nice front by the way."

"How do you? You're never in the library."

Serenity huffed. "Shows how much or shall I say little? Shows how little you know. I go in there a lot of times with my computer, I read and you know what I've talked to Elle before. Put that under your ass and light it."

"You won't like it when I light your ass." Jax stated, flipping the lighter open in a crude yet humorous motion as he stepped backwards.

"Ok chill Dog the Bounty Hunter," she laughed.

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Lemme know if it was better than the last. Again, I'm still not perfect with punctuation. But I think I've been able to work on some of the other mistakes in writing that I've made and succeeded. Only way I'll know is some feedback. Drop me some lines. Remember, please don't be extremely harsh. If you're going to construct my work. Word what you think in a respectable manner. No harsh flaming.

Thanks for reading- Kristen :)