Wherever You Go, There You are

Plot: Sons of Anarchy A/U: The past is never in the past, it stays with you no matter what

Wherever You Go, There You are

Plot: Sons of Anarchy A/U: The past is never in the past, it stays with you no matter what

Central Relationship: Tig/Oc

Extended Plot: After seeing a video of Jax's sister, who is Tig's lost love, the two decide to venture with Gemma to find her and bring her back to Harmony and into the life of SAMCRO. Will she come?

Jax POV:

Tonight was pointless. After reading my dad's journal, I see how far Clay has led us off course. I don't know how my mom buys it at times. I guess that's what being an "old lad" is like. When I get like this, I think about Jessie. 8 years, 8 years since she just left.. me, Mom.. Tig. Oh, don't get me started on him. Yes, Jess and I are twins but, "that doesn't mean shit" in her words.

In a fucked up way, it's worse because she's alive out there somewhere and not 6 feet under. What kind of life does she have now? So many questions. Mom's emotions about Jess are basically fear based. "Is she dead?" "Did she end up in another MC?" Mine are mostly confusion: "Why did you go?" "Why haven't you kept in touch?" "What happened for you to leave us?" And, Tig, well, not that he says them too often, but TIg's are "Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with?" It's been 8 years but Mom still wants her daughter, I still want my sister and Tig still wants his "Old Lady."

I miss her. When I get like this she's exactly what I need to get back on track. Abel helps, but Jess is my twin. 8 years or not, she knows me in and out.

This is all consuming me when Half Sack busts through the door.

"Check this out! Check this out! This fuckin' hottie karakoes to Lynyrd Skynyard."

He's always finding something and comes running with his iPad and presses play. I see a bar and a woman, who must be filming, says "It's karaoke night for the ladies and we convinced our brainac, Karen Harper, to sing! We're excited!" A whole bunch of people cheer, and then cheer again when "Karen" goes on the stage.

I freeze. It can't be, but it is. Damn if the girl starting to belt out "A Simple Man" isn't my fucking twin sister, Jessica, who now apparently goes by Karen. The voice is hers. I've heard her sing enough to know. The face is hers. She looks different, but, the same. She still has her deep green eyes that can paralyze anyone but, one thing is clear; She's happy. In the 20 years I've spent with her, I'd never seen her do something like this without being totally bombed. Wherever she is, whoever "Karen" is, is happy.. she's free.

I'm lost again in memories while Half Sack is getting a boner. The brotherly instinct comes roaring back and I stupidly say "Back off, that's Jess!"

"Holy Fuck!" he screams and then just tells me to keep watching. The song comes to an end and I see Jess come back to her friends. Man, it's really fucking her.

"You recorded that? Seriously?" She looks at the camera and those eyes.. yep… that's my sister.

"Ian always wants to hear his Mommy sing and now he can! It's the perfect birthday present, plus he loves that song!"

Two words: "His mommy." My fucking sister is a Mom. Abel has a cousin. What the fuck?

"How old will he be again?" another friend asks.

Man, Jessie's smile. I've missed that, but this one is all for her little boy.

"8! It's crazy! I can't believe it!" Her eyes light up in pure joy.

Wait. 8. Her son is 8. She left Tig, and all of us, 8 years ago. Holy Fucking Shit. So, in the past 5 minutes I've found out my twin sister is alive and well, she lives somewhere I have no idea where, and Tig and she have a kid. Holy Fuck.

"Man, your sister's fuckin' hot!" the Prospect says. "I've heard stories. Isn't she why Tig is totally nuts now?"

Shit, I gotta figure this out and fast. It doesn't look like the Prospect put together the pieces of her family life, but, he can't say anything to anyone until I look into this more. My mom will flip. Tig, well, who the fuck knows what he'll do? But, because life just fucking sucks, TIg walks in the room and I can't move fast enough for Half Sack, who yells "I found your Old Lady!" Well, at least he didn't say anything about the kid.

Chapter 2:

Tig POV:

It's been one of those days. Those days that need to end with a bottle or a bitch, or a combination of both. Sometimes being Saergent At Arms to Clay is great and sometimes it just fuckin' sucks. Today, it fucking sucks. And, because I'm the sick, sado-machistic fuck that I am, Jess has been on my mind all fucking damn day. It's been 7 years and I can say that no matter how many Crow Eaters I fuck or ladies I try to take up, it'll never be the same. I'm fuckin' 43 years old and she's it. Done. The only one. So, my aim tonight is to get drunk and get some sort of happy on.

I walk into the club with my eyes on the bar when the Prospect nearly runs me over. "I found your Old Lady!", he screams.

I freeze. He wasn't here, but he knows that Jess is my Old Lady. That means that he found her. My heart just fucking went haywire, my dick got hard and my mind went to rage. "What the fuck?!", I yelled.

Jax appears and says "Cool down, this is some shit." That only sets me off more.

"You knew? You fuckin' knew?! Of course you knew!"

He interrupts my rant, looks me dead in the eyes and says "Gemma doesn't know man, just watch.."

Gemma doesn't know? Gemma doesn't know her daughter's alive? What the fuck is going on? The look on Jax's face tells me he basically is just as surprised by this as I am. Half Sack goes to press play and Jax says "I'm right here, brother."

A cute chick comes on and says "It's karaoke night for the ladies and we convinced our brainac, Karen Harper, to sing! We're excited!"

What the fuck?! She changed her name? I know it's her the second she walks on stage. She always tried to hide how well she sang. She couldn't hide shit from me. I watch her sing, this girl, "Karen", my Jess, and, just like always, my dick gets hard, I get mad, I get happy and I get sad. 8 fuckin' years. The power she still holds over me is laughable.

The song comes to an end and Jax says "Shit, well, wow. Let's find her!" and tries to grab Half Sack's iPad. That was weird. But, Half Sack says "No man, watch this next part!"

I can't understand what's up with Jax. Yeah, she's his sister and that's gotta be weird, but, it's like he knows some crazy secret.

"Half Sack!", I yell. He looks at me and I can tell he'll do whatever the fuck I tell him to do.

"Yeah…?" he says reluctantly.

"I wanna see the rest of the video." I see that he looks to Jax and I take his collar and say "Now."

Jax slowly nods, and they both sigh and press play.

She finishes the song fucking flawlessly and comes back to her friends. I see her face up close and my heart clenches. Yep, I still love her. I'll always love her.

"You recorded that, seriously?" she looks at the camera. Those eyes, damn, that's my Jess.

"Ian always wants to hear his mommy sing. Now he can! It's the perfect birthday present."

Two words: "His Mommy." Jessie is a Mom. What. The. Fuck.

"How old will he be again?" a different friend asks.

Wait, wait, all I focus on is the response from the Love of My Life.

"8! It's crazy! I can't believe it!"

I think I'm having a heart attack. I tell Half Sack to turn it off.

He looks at me with a half shocked, half laughing expression and says "Dude, are you a Dad?"

"Go fuckin' clean out back" Jax steps up and I'm surprised. I figured he'd love to see me freak the fuck out.

The second Half Sack walks out, reality sets in. I'm a fucking Dad. Given how things have been between Jax and I because of Clay, I'm shocked at Jax's supportive behavior. But, then again, he just found his sister, too.

After a few long moments of silence, I say to him in a pretty quietly desperate voice "What do I do?"

He looks at me for a minute before saying "About the karaoke thing? The video thing? Or, the whole you have son thing?"

"About the we have the son thing!" I whisper yell.

Jax stands there for a few minutes and doesn't say anything and I wonder what he's thinking. Finally, he says "Let's find her."

With no hesitation I say "I'm in." Then, pathetically, I might add, I turn to him and say "How?"