Walk Away from the Son

Parker Sister Saga continues – Season 2 of SoA
Chapter 6.5- One Thing Leads to Another
By BG and Reaper

~Bad news, good news…we thought this little scene was just too good to cram at the end of the last chapter, so we gave it its very own mini-chapter. Hopefully you will like it too! Bad news is that BG is going on vacation for a week so the next update might take a bit. Reaper is going to work on Chapter 7 and hopefully we can post an update before the month ends.

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Jaci sat on the wicker couch on her back deck with her feet propped up on the lit fire pit and her third glass of wine in her hand. She stared at the flames and sighed. She thought about how much things had changed in the last few months, how her and Vix had went from being completely happy to completely pissed and unsettled. Neither of the girls had been the type to wrap their self worth and happiness up in a man but both girls had gotten their hearts stomped on and it had fucking hurt. Jaci was really beginning to come out of her Tig funk. The situation with him was obviously a dead horse and didn't require any further beating. Her mind flitted to a Jay Z song, something about go 'n' brush ya shoulders off. That was exactly what Jaci was doing about Tig…so long, see ya sucker, she was moving away from feeling hurt and comfortably settling into feeling pissed off. She felt horrible for Vix though. The bullshit with Juice was, well bullshit. That wound was going to hurt for a long, long time.

A vibrating chime from her cell phone snapped Jaci back to reality. As if some telepathy existed between them, Jaci laughed when she saw the text message was from her sister She quickly read about how Vix was gonna tag along while Rachel worked her Nth odd job of the week: bartending part time for Big Daddy. Not to wait up, the two would be literally closing down the bar. Jaci typed back a quick reply urging her sister to have fun but try not to make it too late of a night – they had a big day tomorrow.

A few minutes later, a persistent buzzing of the front door bell caught her attention. Good thing she had left the patio door cracked a bit. She carried her wine glass inside and headed for the front door, wondering who the hell was busting up her night of relaxation. The work on the salon was finally done and the grand opening was tomorrow…all Jaci had to worry about tonight was sitting on her ass and chilling the fuck out…something she had needed to do for a very long while.

Jaci looked out the dirty peephole and couldn't really tell who was standing outside; but she could see a SAMCRO cut. Fuck…here we go…goddamn drama I'm sure. She pulled open the door and frowned. Chibs stood on her front porch and stepped toward her with an uneasy grin on his face.

"Hey." The Scotsman said simply.

The frown did not leave Jaci's face but she replied with a neutral, "Hey" as well.

"Is Vix around?" Chibs asked and Jaci shook her head. He smiled. "Good…I was hopin' not to have my arse handed to me. Can I come in for a minute?"

Jaci stared at him but held her tongue. You played wing-man to a beat down, pretty much called my sister a whore and now you're standing HERE- asking permission to come in my house? She was getting to the point where she wasn't surprised by anything though so she just sighed and then turned back inside the hallway. "Oh sure, why not?" She said over her shoulder.

Chibs followed her and shut the door behind him. She headed straight out back to the deck, sat down on the couch again and looked up at him with mild annoyance. He looked around the deck and noticed the bottle of wine and pack of cigarettes by the fire pit. He smiled and pointed to her wine glass. "Ya feelin' sophisticated tonight?"

"You know you butcher the absolute hell out of the English language, right?" She took another drink and then asked coolly, "Why you here, Chibsy?"

"Wonderin' how we're gonna fix things with Juice and your sister."

"Fix things? WE? I didn't break anything…I don't have to fix shit." She nodded in his direction. "I believe all the fixin' needs to come from you and your little band of conclusion jumping idiots."

Chibs took the idiot insult with a slight cock of his head. He knew he deserved it though. "Idiots heh? How drunk are you?"

"I got a sweet buzz goin'." Jaci shrugged. "But I'd call you an idiot even if I was sober. You know that whole thing was bullshit. I mean, I guess I understand Kipp screwing up cause he has more heart than brains... and probably felt like he was protecting Juice." She rolled her eyes trying to wrap her brain around that logic for a second. She gave up and continued, "But YOU! Chibs? I mean damnit! All you had to do was CALL me and all this shit could have been prevented."

"I know, I know." Chibs held his hands up in surrender. "I promise to ring ya the next time I go to beat the fuck outta a guy."

Jaci looked at him."That was like the worst apology ever. Seriously, the only person who does a shitter job of apologizing is Tig."

"Ouch… I can imagine." He pointed to the couch. "Can I sit…have a smoke?"

She looked him over. He stood with his hands low on his hips wearing dark jeans, a grey long sleeve t-shirt with the sleeves pushed up with his cut over it and yes, of course, his ever present sunglasses were pushed up on his forehead even though it was dark. She sighed and motioned to the empty seat next to her on the couch. "Knock yourself out."

He grabbed the pack and shook out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. As he lit up, he asked, "Since when you smoke?"

She took a drink of wine and sighed. "Since the weight of the fucking world decided to take up residence on my shoulders." She snorted. "I was actually going to quit and then this shit with Vix and Juice happened. Lord knows ya need some nicotine to get through all the crying jags and screaming matches."

Chibs blew out of a stream of smoke as he sat down. "So how do we fix it?"

"WE can't. Pride has to be dropped, faults have to be admitted, apologies made and whatever the fuck. And that's assuming she even WANTS him back."

"Ehh come on…those two are fucking made for each other. Up till this shit, they were perfect."

"Nothing's perfect, Chibs. Everything is fucked up in its own little way, it's just a matter of how much." Jaci mused as she took a sip of wine.

He smiled. "Didn't know you were so poetic when you're drunk."

"I have my moments." She sighed. "I dunno…I guess we just listen to them when they wanna talk about it and try to push 'em in the right direction. Things have to cool down for a bit I think though."

He nodded in agreement and they were silent for a few minutes. He stared at the flames of the fire pit and raised his eyebrows. The back deck was a pretty neat little setup, probably a good place to just sit and think about shit. The only thing missing was some background music and well, maybe some pot. A moment later, Jaci drained the rest of her wine and set the glass on the pit frame. She leaned forward and had her elbows resting on her knees. "There is so much shit going on lately. I swear they put something in the water here that just makes people crazy."

"Not a bad theory." He agreed and waited a moment. "So… you still pissed at us?"

"Kipp…no, you…no, Juice…YES." Jaci answered. "That boy has a LOT of explaining to do some day."

"Fair enough." He stared at her profile as she stared down at her bare feet. "You ok?" He asked with concern in his voice.

She kept looking down and laughed slightly. "I'm wore out…I mean just fuckin' drained." She didn't mean to start a ramble of woe is me bullshit but it just sort of rushed out of her. It had been a while since anyone had asked how she was and genuinely seemed to mean it, well besides Bobby and Vix. Gemma had asked but it had probably been a self serving inquiry. "I've got my eight or nine hour day job, work on the salon from the time I get off there until like damn near midnight, Gemma's got me playin' H&R Block and Bobby's got me playing Porn Accountant. I'm trying to squeeze in time with Abel and Moby and we're helping with Kenny and Ellie too. Not to mention this place." She waved her hands at the house, "The joys of homeownership, this place ain't self-cleaning and that lawn doesn't mow itself."

"You want I could send the Prospect over? Let him kick around the lawn mower." Chibs offered.

Chibs watched as she flexed her hands in and out of fists and shook her head. She lost her words for a minute and when she started talking again, her voice had shifted, like she was barely holding it together. "I just…I…I don't have a minute to breathe, you know? I'm just going and going and going and I thought that's what I needed to do but fuck, I can't do it much longer."

He leaned over and put his hand on her back but she didn't even seem to notice, being too caught up in spilling her thoughts. He didn't mind her rant at all although seeing her so upset was a bit unsettling for him. He didn't really know what to do so he just scooted a bit closer to her, rubbed her back and let her talk. He looked down at her bare feet and smiled at the rings on her manicured toes. His eyes wandered upward to her faded, holey blue jeans. She was wearing a tight white tank top and from the angle he sat at, he could see half way down her shirt. He knew he shouldn't stare but he did anyway.

"How do you do it?" Jaci asked out of the blue.

Chibs frowned. He had been staring at her and letting his mind play in the gutter a little bit and hadn't really heard her question. He snapped to attention and hoped she hadn't busted him gawking at her. "Uh…sorry. What?"

She turned her head slightly to look at him. "I said how do you it…deal with the all the bullshit all the time?"

He kept his hand on her back and shrugged slightly. "Dunno…guess ya just roll with it."

Jaci thought about his answer for a second and mumbled. "Roll with it…right…thank you Steve Winwood." She glanced at him again and then looked back on the deck floor. Her jaw flexed and she shook her head.

With that quick glance, Chibs noticed it looked like there were tears in her eyes. He grimaced, knowing he was complete shit when it came to handling a crying woman. She inhaled deeply and blew out her breath. Jaci turned her to face him, looking helpless and a bit lost.

"Shit, I'm sorry." An embarrassed laugh escaped from Jaci as she quickly wiped a tear away from her eye with her thumb. "I didn't mean to turn on the waterworks…just slipped out."

"It's ok, J." Chibs said softly. They locked eyes and he nodded. "It's ok." A moment later she nodded slightly in return. Her tank top had pulled up a bit in the back and as Chibs ran his hand down her spine to comfort her more, his fingers touched skin. He ducked his hand under her shirt and let his palm feel the heat of her skin. She didn't shy away from his touch and the look of concern on his face shifted ever so slightly to one of lust.

"It's ok." He said again, but this time he was talking less about her crying and more about the illicit thoughts that were swirling in his head. He wanted to make her feel better. He kept his eyes locked on hers. She bit her bottom lip and nodded her head again, silently agreeing to something. Her eyes were glued on him, watching his every little move.

Chibs moved his hand out from under her shit to the back of her neck and pulled her toward him in one fluid motion. Only instead of just hugging her like he should have…he kissed her. It was a straight forward, no mistaken intentions sort of kiss. He held his lips against her for only a second before sliding his tongue inside her mouth. She sort of froze with her hands in her lap and kissed him back automatically without thinking. It was a weird knee jerk reaction; she just …rolled with it.

A second later, Chibs pulled back slightly, still holding her neck with his hand. He stared at her with every intention of apologizing to her…that was until she looked back at him with wide eyes and did the sexist thing ever…she slowly licked her lips, like she was tasting his kiss. He cocked an eyebrow at that and grunted softly as he felt all the blood from his brain rushing at breakneck pace to a more southern locale.

Chibs kissed her hard and felt her grip the front of his cut with her hand and the race was on. The reaction between the two of them was intense and fast, their hearts pounded and their breathing intensified. He reached up and grabbed his sunglasses that were getting in the way and tossed them blindly on the table next to the couch. He then moved his left hand to grab for her waist. He realized he was still holding his lit cigarette just as he almost burnt a hole in the side of her tank top. He kept kissing her but tried to glance to the side with his eyes but only succeeded in making himself feel crossed eyed. Finally he dropped the cigarette on the deck and stomped blindly at it with his boot and let his hands set to roaming over Jaci.

"What's…" Jaci mumbled as she kissed him.

"Nothin'…it's ok." He assured.

She mumbled something inaudible in return. She was doing a good job of shutting off the part of her brain that was screaming Why the fuck are you making out with Chibsy? Stop it right now! Jaci just went right along with whatever Chibs was doing for the simple reason of it felt really good to be wanted. For the first time in months, here was a man that wasn't screaming at her or making her cry or making her mad. He was actually trying to make her feel good and goddamn, it had been so long since she had felt that way. Suddenly she wanted some pleasure in its simplest form, she wanted fucked, she wanted to cum and have some guy staring back at her with exactly the same thought in mind…Chibs seemed to fit the bill perfectly.

Jaci shifted to move closer to him and he pulled her up on top so that she was straddling his lap. He might have started the little make out session but she was definitely in the driver's seat now…literally. She held his face with both her hands as she leaned over and kissed him hard. He pushed her back for just a second. He started pushing her tank top up and mumbled, "Off."

She complied and pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the deck floor. He ran his hands down her chest and squeezed one of her breast as he cradled her ass with his other, pushing her harder against him.

The taste of cigarettes and wine mingled on their tongues. Chibs didn't even try to kid himself into believing in that this was strictly consoling gone a bit too far on his part. If he was honest, he had viewed the Parker sisters in vary degrees of lust since they had rolled into town. But Vix was bat ass crazy and though he hated to admit it, he was getting too old to deal with that shite and she had become Juice's old lady pretty much instantaneously and thus off limits. But Jaci, she was on a whole other level... classy, sophisticated without being stuck up. He had forgotten about those lustful feelings until the other night when they had hung out at the salon by themselves. She had some baggage with Tig but that was the last thing on his mind right now. He had a hot ass half naked woman raring to go on his lap; that was his focus.

Jaci kept her eyes closed and her fingers deep in Chibs' hair, gripping it rather hard as she kissed him but he didn't seem to mind. She felt his hands roaming and kneading all over her. She pushed her hips down sharply against him and loved the hardness that she felt.

A muffled laugh came from Chibs when she ground down into him again. He remembered she hadn't been fucked in quite awhile and smiled, knowing she must be about to pop. He steadied himself with one hand on the arm of the wicker couch and wrapped an arm around her waist. He pushed his hips up hard between her legs. That move earned him a guttural moan from her so he kept up the movement.

"Fuuuuck." Jaci whispered. "Come on." They continued to kiss rapidly and push against each other as she pulled at his belt buckle. She worked on the button of his jeans as he teased her. The pressure felt so fuckin' good but it was such clumsy high school bullshit.

Chibs smirked and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Need proper fucked heh?"

As her hand started on his zipper, he knew she was ready. He grabbed a hand full of her long hair and whispered again. "Fast and hard…is that what you want?" She let out a small moan as he bit her earlobe with his teeth. He laughed softly, "Oh we can do that. Fast and hard's my specialty. Make ya cum so hard you'll be wakin' the neighbors with your screamin' in a minute."

He wasn't gonna get much further with her on top of him without shucking some more clothes first and that needed to happen fast cause he was hard as a fucking rock. He cradled her in his arms and half stood with her just long enough to switch positions. He slammed her down on the couch on her back and crawled on top of her and that's when everything went wrong.

Jaci's head hit the arm of the couch a little hard than he intended and she grunted. As she reached up and grabbed his cut with her hands, her mind flashed back to the last night she had been with Tig on the deck, after Donna had been killed. The night Tig had been so fucked up he had nearly raped her on the very same couch. Chibs kept kissing her and started working on getting her jeans off as her mind jumped to Tig standing in her kitchen, a look of complete devastation on his face as he broke things off with her. She saw him as plain as day saying, 'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.' Her mind rushed to more recent encounters with Tig, with him pissed off and screaming but that image of him still having a heart and saying he was sorry kept coming to the forefront.

She squeezed her eyes shut again and tried to pay attention to what Chibs was doing to her and unfortunately started comparing it all back to Tig. His kisses suddenly felt wrong, his tongue was darting around quick and shallow. She ran her hands over his chest and instead of feeling hard muscle; her fingers met a slightly more fleshy set of pecs.

Chibs felt a downshift in Jaci's urgency as he slid one hand down her bare ass. A second later she pushed against his chest. "Stop stop stop. Oh shit, we gotta stop." He pulled up off her in confusion and Jaci bolted out from under him.

Making out with Chibs had felt a lot like bailing off the Rock Crusher bluffs back home in Alabama. You would run and bail jump off the cliff and ride the adrenaline rush all the way down until you hit the water with a huge splash. Being under water was cool and peaceful but soon came that overwhelming feeling that you were gonna drown. You'd kick up out of the water and break the surface spitting and sputtering.

Jaci was doing a fine job of spitting and sputtering as she stumbled away from the couch, pulling her jeans back over her hips. "Ooh my god, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I can't… we shouldn't be doing this."

Chibs just sat on the couch and rubbed his hands over his face as he blew out a breath, feeling like a bucket of ice water had just been thrown on him. "Shit."

She glanced around the deck and grabbed her shirt off the floor. She pulled it back over her head and started pacing, stealing nervous glances at Chibs as she walked. "What the hell were we thinking?"

"Uh…you were all upset; I was trying to make ya feel better." Chibs answered lamely.

"Oh shit, if anyone finds out about this..." Jaci said in a panicked voice. She looked to Chibs, "Are you gonna tell Tig?"

"Are you CRAZY?' He yelled in surprise and stood up. "I'm not saying shite!" The seriousness of what they had almost done came crashing down on Chibs. He had came dangerously close to fucking Tig Trager's ex. Granted, Jaci had never been Tig's old lady, so Chibs wasn't breaking any club rules but it was extremely fuckin' stupid anyway. Chibs started pacing alongside of Jaci.

He frowned at her. "Are YOU gonna tell him? Like to make him jealous?"

She shook her head violently. "No way! I don't give a shit about making him jealous...besides, I'd be in just as much trouble as you."

"I doubt that." Chibs mumbled as he pictured Tig freaking the fuck out if he found out that Chibs, his BROTHER in arms, had made a play for his ex.

They stood staring at each other for a moment and Chibs took her hand. "Ok, let's just chill the fuck out. We didn't…ah…seal the deal so I think we're ok." He pulled her to the couch and they sat down awkwardly next to each other. A second later, Chibs scooted to the left, leaving more room between them, just for safety. "Look… I didn't PLAN on putting the moves on ya. You just got all pouty and upset and you actually look really fuckin' hot like that and the wrong head took over. And you...you're half drunk and probably just glad to have a guy bein' nice insteada screaming at ya. Coulda happened to anyone, right?"

Jaci cracked a smile listening to Chibs' straight forward explanation for their bad judgment. She had never seen him really nervous before and it was kind of cute. She took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She looked over at him and smiled. "Were you just gonna go for it on the back porch?"

Chibs grinned and shrugged. "I was goin' as far as you'd let me, didn't really give a shit about location." He cocked an eyebrow. "Why'd you stop? You thought about HIM?"

"Yeah." Jaci hung in her head in shame. "Grrrr! I have no clue WHY! We fuckin' hate each other these days. Why the hell does my brain pick NOW to think about him!"

He leaned back against the couch and rolled his head toward Jaci. "I've known Tigger for a lot of years and I know plenty of people that he HATES. He doesn't say a word to 'em, ignores them like they don't exist." He pointed a finger at her playfully. "With you...he goes out afta ya like a junkyard dog. That's not hate, luv...it's quite the opposite I think."

Jaci listened and snorted as she shook her head. "I WISH he'd ignore me."

"No ya don't. You could walk away from all his little hissy fits but you don't. You hang right in there." Chibs chided. "And that means you're not finished with each other."

"Well if he's so damn interested...why won't he just TALK to me?" Jaci asked as she waved her hand around the deck. "We used to spend HOURS just sitting out here talking."

"No shit? I just made out with you like on sacred ground or something?"

"Sorta."

"Mmph"' Chibs mused with a laugh. "Well you know as well as I do that his ego is a BIT inflated. He's Tig ByGod Trager. He's not gonna admit fault. He's probably waiting on you to make some moves."

Jaci rolled her eyes. "I got too much shit going on to be playing games with him."

"Uh huh." Chibs said disbelievingly. He was quiet for a moment as he grabbed his sunglasses and swung them around in his hand by an ear stem. Suddenly he grinned at her. "Sooo you mind if I extract all the thrill outta this night and dump all the awkwardness ... put this baby in the ol' file-o-fax in my noggin' for future use?"

She let out a little snicker of a laugh. "Did you just ask my permission to use me in your future masturbatory endeavors?"

"Masturbatory endeavors." Chibs chuckled. "That's got a bit of a ring to it…lot better than the 'whack off file', huh?"

"Knock yourself out, Chibsy."

He gave her leg a quick pat and stood up. "Well, I think I've done enough here."

She stood and looked at him shyly. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to get you all riled up and shut you down. I am NOT like that normally and…"

"Shhhh." Chibs smiled and hugged her like a brother would; knowing he never should have pushed for anything more with her. They were better as buddies. He whispered, "I got good brakes, luv. Good brakes." He kissed her forehead and walked back in the house. She walked him to the front door and he turned around on the stoop. "Guess I'll be seein' you tomorrow."

She frowned.

"Gemma's mandated a club showing at the open house…the salon." He explained.

"Damnit, I was hoping she'd nix that."

"Nope. ALL of us will be there with bells on." Chibs smiled. "But don't worry, luv…" He waved a hand between them. "THIS never happened." He winked at her and left.

Jaci shut the front door and leaned back against it. "I'm SUCH a cliché." But now she understood how people ended up drunk and hooking up with ex's friends after breakups, you both share that person and know their ways, you can both sympathize. And sympathy sometimes led to other…stuff. And hell, he was CHIBS, so it was sort of understandable. He was all quirky and oddly attractive and they had always liked each other but she was just thankful they had stopped before that friendship had been ruined.

She rubbed her head that was hurting, again and frowned. She walked out to the deck and grabbed the nearly empty bottle of wine then padded into the kitchen. She gulped the last bit of wine and then turned to stare at the fridge. She opened its doors and started grabbing every bottle of booze in sight; tequila, wine, beer, and Midori from the fridge, Jager and vodka from the freezer. Next she rummaged through the cabinets and retrieved two bottles of whiskey. She lined up all the bottles in front of her and took a drink from each one. Might as well add to the list of things I'm gonna regret in the morning.

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Vix and Rachel finally came dragging into the house around 3am that morning. The house was dark and quiet except for their chattering about the salon's open house that they would be needing to wake up for in just a few hours. Vix flipped on the front hall light and made a beeline for the kitchen. She needed to down a bottle of water to make sure she wouldn't be hung over later. Rachel asked what time to set her alarm.

"Geez, I think we need up at like eight or so to start setting…" Vix stopped midsentence as she flipped on the kitchen light. Around fifteen bottles of liquor and beer sat line up perfectly on the kitchen counter.

Rachel followed her stare and snorted laughter. "Um….hello booze!"

"What the hell?" Vix frowned as she shook a few of the bottles, revealing them to be completely empty. The bottles struck her as half funny and half eerie. She shook her head in wonderment and then her stomach clenched. Jaci. Her sister had been stressed and bummed out lately, had been drinking way more than was normal for her and she had been alone all night. "Oh shit. Oh no…"

Vix turned and bolted out of the kitchen, slamming into Rachel and nearing knocking her down in the process. She ran for her sister's room, hollering down the hall way. "JACI!" She tried the door knob and thought for a moment it was locked but then realized she was just too excited to work the damn knob. She burst into the room and flipped on the light. "J? Jaci? Wake up!'

"Mmm?" Jaci rolled over in bed and groaned while squinting at the sudden influx of light, "Vix?"

'What happen with all the booze?" Vix shouted as she stood over her sister. "What did you do?'

Jaci was foggy with sleep and tried to comprehend what was going on. 'Wha? I.."

"Did you drink it? How much did you drink, J?" Vix asked frantically as she shook her sister with concern.

Jaci finally snapped to attention and shoved Vix away. "What? NONE...I poured it out."'

"Poured it OUT?' Vix exclaimed. "You didn't drink…why'd you do that for?"

"I don't need to be drinkin' anymore." Jaci explained as she sat up in bed."Remember what BB always says about drinking? Bottle doesn't make ya do anything, it just lets ya? I was getting a little dependent, it was getting me in trouble. So I got rid of it."

"You scared the hell outta me!" Vix stood with her hands on her hips, staring dumbfounded at her sister. "Well shit. What about the rest of us, huh? What if WE want to drink?"

Jaci shook her head and laid back down. "I tried the whole 'drown your heartbreak in booze' thing, it doesn't work, sis. Besides you've got too much going on right now to become a booze hound...you'll end up like Last Call Larry." Jaci threw a pillow at Vix. "Go on...get out of here. I'm fine, I'm just tired."

Vix snarled at her sister and slammed the door shut. She wanted back down the hall to the living room where Rachel stood pacing anxiously. "Well? We need to take her to the ER for a stomach pump?"

"No...she didn't DRINK it, she poured it OUT." Vix slumped on the couch. "Looks like Parker Place has entered the goddamn Prohibition Era."

To Be Continued…