Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters do not belong to me, nor does Sons of Anarchy.
OC WARNING AHEAD. NOT A ROMANTIC INTEREST, BUT THERE IS ONE PRESENT.
And I'm gonna say now, this one's a bit… weird? Just a tad. I'm tempted to edit further on it, but I don't know.
Ah! And, from the urging of xLila Rose, I have decided to create a spin off short chaptered story of the last chapter. The first chapter is up, but it's the same as the last chapter on here for those who've read it. I'll update the next chapter tomorrow for those interested. It's called 'On the Leaves', if you wanna check it out.
"You don't need to be so quiet." The social worker said, turning on to Main Street.
She barely even glanced at the older woman and turned her attention fully to the window once again, staring at the little shops and people walking by.
The social worker sighed, once again giving up on getting her to talk. She frowned, glancing at her GPS, and then cast a side-long look at the girl in the passenger seat. "Now, I'll have to pull over and ask for directions," she started. "You can't try to run again."
The girl gritted her teeth and again spoke not a word. The social worker shook her head and pulled in front of one of the little shops. She turned in her seat to face the girl. "You don't have to talk. Not to me. But you do have to stay in this car. You have to get used to this. You can't run away from this anymore."
Again having no response, the woman cautiously opened her door and stepped out. The girl glanced at the lock on the door, waiting, and a moment after the woman stepped into the shop, the locks slid in to place. The girl sat back with a sneer. What a lovely show of faith, she thought, but stayed put.
The woman stepped out, looking suspicious, and then surprised when she saw the girl still sitting in the front. She quickly cleared her expression, but saw there was no point as the girl had noticed and raised a sarcastic eyebrow at her. She slid back into the seat and cleared her throat. "Thank you," she said quietly.
The look the girl shot her was clearly mocking, but the woman paid it no heed. "It's not far from here," she said instead, pulling out of the slot.
The girl felt resignation settle in her stomach and laid her forehead on the cool window as they drove further into the town that she was now expected to call "home".
The social worker frowned when she pulled in front of the building she was supposed to stop at, and the girl cast an uninterested glance at the shop labeled "Teller-Morrow's". "This can't be it," the social worker muttered, rifling through her bag and bringing out a piece of paper. Her frown deepened when she saw it was the correct address.
She saw two men in leather vests head out from the mechanic's shop, a man with graying hair and scars on each of his cheeks, and a man with a Mohawk and tattoos on either side of his head. She climbed from her car as they headed over.
"Can I help you with something?" The man with the Mohawk asked, hands in his front pockets.
She kept her face neutral. "I'm looking for Alex Trager?"
The man who spoke looked confused and glanced at the other man, who had raised an interested eyebrow. She looked down at the slip of paper in her hands. "Tig?" she tried again and the man with the tattoos looked surprised.
"So that's his name," he muttered, turning to the other man questioningly.
"Could you tell us what this is all about?" The other man spoke, an accent twisting through his voice.
She glanced at the girl in the front seat quickly, then away, but the other men seemed not to notice. "I'm sorry, but no. Do you know where he might be?"
The man with the accent glanced at the other man, who shrugged. "He's here," the man finally said, gesturing at the man with the Mohawk. "Go fetch him, would ya, Juicy?"
The other man nodded and took off to a building adjacent to the mechanic's shop. The other man turned back and held out a hand. "Chibs."
She shook his hand, nodding. "Danielle Pasca. Are you an associate of Mr. Trager's?"
Chibs looked amused. "You could say that."
He turned as the man he called "Juice" came back with the man she recognized as Alex Trager from her files. She just noticed the patching on the back of his leather vest that said "Sons of Anarchy California" and depicted a Grim Reaper.
He turned back and she saw on the chest of his vest it said "Men of Mayhem" and "Sgt. At Arms." She felt tentative upon seeing Trager wearing a vest along the lines of Chibs' and Juice's, beginning to understand why her boss wanted this handled so quickly. Everyone in Northern California knew these men.
"What's this about?" Trager asked, stepping up beside Chibs and barely sparing Danielle a glance.
She interjected, "Mr. Trager, I'm Danielle Pasca. If we could speak in private?"
Trager raised an eyebrow and shrugged, looking around. "Pretty private around here."
She glanced hesitantly at the other two men, but seeing that they weren't going anywhere, she continued. "You're a difficult man to find, Mr. Trager. I'm from Social Services."
The other man blinked, and then frowned. "Social Services? What for? My kids are of age."
"That's what I'd like to speak to you about. That's not exactly true."
"What the hell are you talking about, lady?"
Danielle restrained a sigh, wishing she could just get this over with and return home. She was tired from driving constantly with a moody teenager in the car, and she didn't want to deal with this. Technically, she wasn't even supposed to be here. There had been no hearing as of yet, but her boss wanted this kid with kin ASAP.
"Congratulations, it's a girl," she said dryly. She reached into the front seat and pulled out a file on everything known on the kid in the front seat, including her Birth Certificate. "You're named as her father. Law states that you have to live with her for twelve consecutive months. You'll get a monthly stipend for you and the girl."
Chibs frowned at her. "That's not how this works. Where's the court order? What about appeal dates?"
She couldn't restrain the sigh this time and held out her hands. "Listen, I'm just following orders. Either you take the kid or she goes straight into foster care after I drop her off at the next Social Services Office. But you're the only family she has left. You don't want her, fine. But that's for you to deal with. I have other cases."
Chibs began to look angry as Trager answered, looking thrown. "What? I don't have another kid. Where's her other family?"
It's all in there," she nodded to the file, wanting to get it and the kid off her hands as quickly as possible, and out of Charming even quicker.
Trager shook his head. "Nah, nah lady. You've got this messed up."
"Fine," she snapped, unsettled, and seeing another two men come out in the same vests. She reached out for the file, but Chibs held up a hand and said something in Trager's ear that made him look at the other man in surprise.
Chibs took the file from Trager, who looked overwhelmed. "Well, where is she then?"
Danielle nodded jerkily to the car. "There." The other men came up. A short-haired blonde man with facial hair and a short and fairly rotund long haired man.
"What's up?" The blonde asked, gazing at Danielle suspiciously and she swallowed. She saw "President" patched on to his leather.
Juice answered while Chibs went to the passenger side of the car, "Seems Tig here has got a kid on his hands."
Trager shook his head when the blonde shot him a stunned look. "No. I don't. She's wrong."
Chibs whistled and said, "'Might want to rethink that, Tigger," when the girl stepped out of the car.
It was much easier to see the similarities so close, Danielle saw. The girl had inherited much of her facial features from her father. The curly, dark hair, the bright blue eyes, and the high cheekbones. Currently, she also had the same stubborn tilt in her jaw when she gazed at everyone around her coolly.
Trager swallowed, brow furrowing as she smirked sarcastically, raising a mocking brow. The blonde man was looking back and forth between Trager and the girl, looking fascinated. "She looks more like you than Dawn and Fawn." He said consideringly.
Chibs shook his head at him, and Danielle stepped back, seeing the girl already had her backpack that held her only belongings with her. She reached for the door of her car, going unnoticed by everyone but the girl who narrowed her eyes at her, and glanced at the men in consideration, and back at Danielle.
Danielle had no doubt the girl could see the desperation to get out of there on her face. But she said nothing, and was in her car and pulling out before anyone could say a thing.
Glancing in her rearview mirror, she saw the group standing in the same place, with Chibs a bit of a distance away from the girl, and the men all crowded around Trager, as the girl stood with her bag slung over her shoulder, chin tilted in defiance.
Danielle shook her head, silently wishing her luck, and not feeling any shame in what she was doing whatsoever.
Another AU. Don't know what's up with this. At all. But I wanted to write it, so don't hate me for the OC. At least she's not a romantic interest? I'm contemplating writing further on this. Maybe. What do you guys think? Anyone out there that'd read it?
You know the drill; prompts are welcome, flames are read and laughed at, reviews are fawned over and any suggestions are examined with careful consideration.