The month Gemma promised for Sarah's car part had turned into close to two months, but the car was finally fixed, and Sarah was taking the rental back to TM after school that evening. She walked out of the school and sighed. There was another note on her car, and a rose. The past month and a half, she'd been getting unsigned love letters, gifts, pictures, and notes at her house, on her car, even on her desk at school. At first it was sweet, and she thought it might have possibly been Jax, but then it became more frequent, more obsessive, and creepy. She'd gone to the police in Charming, but they said there was nothing they could do, and to just keep all correspondence in case it got worse and then they could use it for evidence.
She looked at the note, another one liner that said someone was watching her and wanted to be with her so badly it hurt, and she should stop ignoring them. "How can I stop ignoring someone, if I don't even know who the hell they are?" She asked no one in particular, before stuffing the noted into her bag and throwing the bag into the trunk. She drove to Teller-Morrow, expecting to be bled dry by Gemma for the repairs, but happy to get her car back. She smiled when she remembered when she tried to get Jax's attention under the guise of an oil change.
TEN YEARS AGO
Sarah pulled up to Teller-Morrow, still nervous about her idea. She couldn't get Jax out of her head after they spent the night together in the clubhouse. She wanted a reason to see him again, but didn't want to call him. So she'd finally come up with getting her oil changed. It was a perfectly logical reason to go to the auto shop, even if there was one closer in Lodi.
She was relieved to see Jax sitting at a picnic table with some of the other Sons, all wearing mechanic's shirts. Jax walked over to her as she got out, rolling his eyes at the cat calls and howls behind him. "What's going on darling?" He asked with a slow drawl, grinning at Sarah.
"I… I just need an oil change." She said, forgetting her entire reason for being there when she saw him, but recovering quickly.
Jax smirked. "We can take care of that." He grabbed her keys from her hand, tossing them to Chibs. "Put it on the lift for me." He told the Scotsman.
After Chibs pulled the car into the garage, Jax motioned for Sarah to follow him into the bay. She raised her eyebrows at him. "Come on, you didn't think I was just gonna do it for you did ya?" Jax asked her.
"Actually, that's exactly what I thought." Sarah shot back. "I'm not really dressed for this." She said, looking down at her white tube top and jeans.
"Then don't get dirty." Jax said, still waiting for her. "Everyone should know how to change their oil."
Sarah rolled her eyes, but stood under the lift with Jax. "Everyone should know a mechanic who will change their oil for them." She grumbled, following Jax's directions. She loosened the bolt plugging the oil pan, and squealed when the dirty oil splattered from the pan all over her face and shirt.
Jax stifled a laugh. "I probably should have warned you to back up." He told her, unapologetically.
"You think?" She asked, staring at him angrily. She grabbed a rag off the table, wiping her face, and Jax took the rag from her, wiping the remaining oil off her cheeks. "See, it didn't kill you." He said with a wink. "The dirty look works for you. Let's finish this up and I'll get you a shirt."
Sarah finished the oil change and followed Jax to his room at the clubhouse, where he gave her a tshirt from his drawer. She hesitated before pulling her shirt off, it wasn't like he hadn't seen it before, she reminded herself, when she pulled the T shirt down, Jax was much closer than he had been. She tried to ignore him as she tied the shirt at her waist, but finally looked at him.
"Maybe next time I can show you how to change a tire." He suggested, putting a hand on her hip, looking down at her.
"Or maybe you can just take me somewhere we'll both enjoy." She said confidently.
"Oh come on, you didn't enjoy that?" He asked her. She gave him a 'are you kidding me' look and shook her head. "Alright, dinner then." He relented. "Tomorrow." He told her. "Pick you up at 7."
She paused a beat, letting her heart slow down, not wanting to show her excitement. "Sounds good." She said finally with a smile. "Do you need the address?"
"Nah, I have my ways." He told her with a wink.
"Of course you do." She said sarcastically. "See you tomorrow." She said over her shoulder, sashaying out of the room and driving back to the sorority house. Her new wardrobe choice gathered confused looks from most of her sisters, none of them knowing about Kelsey, Sarah and Jennifer's recent excursions. Kelsey looked her up and down, and followed her to her room.
"What are you wearing?" Kelsey asked her.
"Clothes." Sarah said teasingly.
"Where'd you get the shirt?"
"I went to get my oil changed and Jax was showing me how to do it, and I got oil on my shirt, so Jax gave me a new one." Sarah told her. "I'll give it back to him tomorrow."
"You're seeing him tomorrow?" Kelsey asked her.
"Yeah, we're going to dinner."
"Sarah, those guys are fine to hang out with occasionally, but I don't think you should be actually going out with one regularly, think of your reputation." Kelsey told her gently.
"I don't think it's any of your business who I date. I don't think my reputation is the issue here, I think you're worried about the sorority's reputation, and I'm pretty positive the sorority can handle me having a dinner with Jax. Oh and he's picking me up here, so make sure you have a story to tell the neighbors." Sarah snapped, annoyed with her friend's reaction.
Kelsey sighed. "I could give a shit about the sorority; I don't want you to get hurt. You saw the other girls there, you saw the mug shots, I don't want him to hurt you. "
Sarah's expression softened. "It's just one date Kels, it'll be fine."
PRESENT DAY
Opie was doing a sweep of the rental Sarah dropped off a couple hours prior, making sure she didn't leave anything. When he popped the trunk, there was a crumpled piece of paper in the corner of trunk, almost unnoticeable. He was going to throw it away, but decided to check and make sure it wasn't anything she needed for school. His expression turned to anger when he read the note.
I've been watching you, I need you. It makes me angry when you ignore me. You will be mine. We are destined to be together, you'll see. Soon.
Opie crumpled the note in his hand. It was obviously a veiled threat to Sarah, and it made his blood boil. He'd always had a soft spot for her, she was the only one that made his best friend happy, and Donna had always cared about her, as they both felt like outsiders compared to the other old ladies. If Opie knew Sarah was in trouble and didn't do anything to try to help, he knew Donna would be looking down on him in shame.
The only question now was, did he tell Jax? It was a simple answer, of course he told Jax. Jax was his president, his best friend, his brother. If he found out Opie knew something about Sarah, and didn't let him know, he'd never look at Opie the same way again. He found Jax in the clubhouse, a sweet butt on his lap. "Hey I gotta go somewhere, come with me?" He asked, not wanting to reveal too much to the curious ears around them.
"Yeah sure, man." Jax said, hopping up and giving the sweet butt's arm a squeeze. "Where we going?" He asked as he put his helmet on.
"Sarah's. Gotta ask her something." Opie said bluntly, revving his bike so any further discussion wouldn't be possible.
Opie banged on the door, Jax still asking him what was going on. "I don't know, maybe nothing." Opie told him, not wanting to jump to any conclusions.
Sarah finally opened the door, looking at the two in confusion. Opie walked in, Jax trailing behind him. "Come right in." She muttered, closing the door. "What's going on?" She asked, looking at Opie's serious expression, and Jax's slightly confused one.
"Can I talk to you a minute?" Opie asked, motioning to the back hallway. He didn't want it to turn out to be some weird ass boyfriend and it hurting Jax, he needed to be sure first.
Sarah led him to her bedroom, and Opie shut the door behind him, while a now pissed Jax waited in the living room. "What's this?" Opie asked her, dropping the note on the bed.
Sarah groaned, she should have checked the car better. "It's nothing… it's just… I dunno… it's nothing."
"So you know who wrote it?" He pushed.
"No, it was on the car when I left work."
"Is there anything else from this freak?" He asked her, softening his voice a little.
Sarah sighed. "I already took it all to the cops, they said there was nothing they could do, there weren't any direct threats."
"All of what?" Opie demanded.
Sarah rolled her eyes at him, but knew he'd tear the place apart if he really wanted to find the rest. She pulled a large cardboard box out of the closet, dropping it on the bed. Opie opened it up, shocked at how many papers, pictures of Sarah, stuffed animals, bottles of wine, candles, clothing, even jewelry were in there. "Jesus Christ." He muttered, looking through the things carefully. Some of the letters were just poems, love letters, the kind of shit he used to write to Donna. Some however, were more desperate, more chaotic, more… angry. He was positive a couple of them were even written blood.
"This was waiting for me when I got home." She added, dropping a box, looking as if she didn't even want to touch it.
Opie opened it and gagged inwardly. Inside was a bottle of wine, some lingerie and a couple sex toys. There was a picture of a man's penis, and a note that simply read:
Have fun for me tonight.
"You gotta tell Jax about this shit." Opie insisted. "The club can help you."
"No Opie, it's fine. Just some lovesick weirdo, I'm sure he'll move on soon." Sarah insisted. She didn't want the club to come to her rescue.
"JAX!" Opie bellowed, throwing the door open and carrying the box's out to the living room.
"Opie no! Leave him out of this! Opie Winston, I said no!" Sarah yelled at Opie, trying to get in front of him to stop him.
Opie dropped everything on the coffee table and Jax immediately started pawing through everything, his eyes darkening. "What is this shit?" He demanded, dropping the most recent package in disgust.
"She's got some sicko stalking her." Opie said matter of factly.
"It's fine; if it gets worse I'll go to the police." She told the two angry men.
"If it gets worse, this guy is gonna hurt you." Jax told her, flabbergasted at her willingness to ignore the issue.
"It's fine Jax." She insisted.
"It's not fine! I'm not gonna let some freak mess with you." Jax told her, grabbing her upper arms, looking her in the eyes. "Let me help you." He pleaded.
"I don't think there's anything you can do." She told him, wanting desperately to just lay against his chest and let him make everything disappear.
"Let me try." He insisted.
"Ok." She relented.
"Someone should stay here tonight." Opie told him.
"Yeah, let's get this shit back to the clubhouse, and then you can come back." Jax said, not trusting himself to stay in the same house as Sarah.
Sarah was hurt Jax didn't want to stay with her himself, but did her best to not let it show. "I'll make up the guest room." She said quietly, walking away.
A/N- PLEASE REVIEW AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK, OR IF YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS FOR THE PLOT.