The Crow's Nest | Jax/OC, Happy/OC | Sons of Anarchy

Chapter 5: Four Years Too Long

Late May 2002

Jax felt the cool summer night's air caress his face as he rode through town. The only thing on his mind was Hanna. The last time he saw her was a week ago when he begged her to forgive him. Jax knew that she was gone. He couldn't help but still miss her. Riding through town proved to ease all the tension in him but she was still clouding his mind.

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Hanna walked into the office and saw Gemma sitting in the chair behind the desk, talking on the phone. Juice walked into the office to talk to Gemma when he saw Hanna. "Hey, Juice! How are you?"

Juice smiled as Hanna spoke to him. "I'm good, what about you?"

Hanna shook her head and whispered, "It's so, so." Juice stood in the doorway for a little longer, waiting on Gemma, but walked away when Gemma swatted him out.

"Where's my son?" Gemma stood up and walked over to Hanna, hugging her.

Hanna shrugged her shoulders and kissed Gemma's cheek. "Haven't talked to him in a week." Gemma nodded her head and sat back down, pointing to the chair on the opposite side of the desk. Hanna sat down and looked at the door. "He doesn't know how to be with just one person, Gem. He can't keep his dick in his pants."

Gemma laughed and nodded her head. "Yeah, I know. But he is trying to change. He's trying to do this for you, Hanna. He made his love for you public the other day out there. That's got to count for something." Hanna shook her head.

She looked up at Gemma as she heard the roar of motorcycles. "No it doesn't. He still hurt me time after time. He needs to man up." Seeing Clay, Jax, Tig and Happy get off their motorcycles in the window, Hanna made a strange facial expression before turning to face Gemma again, but the facial expression didn't go unnoticed by Gemma.

The door swung open, Clay and Jax appeared in the door way. Clay grabbed Gemma's hand and led her outside. Hanna looked at Jax and he smiled at her. "Hey darlin'."

Hanna gave him a small smile before grabbing her bag and standing up. "Guess you want to talk."

"I've wanted to talk to you all week but I know you don't want to talk to me." Jax shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

Jax was holding his head in his hands when Juice walked up to the picnic table. "Hey man." Juice murmured as he reached the table. Jax looked up and nodded his head. Juice sat down beside him, "She loves you a lot, she told me so. She also told me that she's fighting herself everyday to stay away from you. She wants to be with you, she just can't trust that you're ready for the relationship."

Jax shook his head. "How do you know all of that?" Juice patted Jax's back.

"That's what we talk about. I'm not trying to steal her away, I'm just being a friend to her." Juice stood up and walked into the clubhouse.

Jax got up and walked to his bike, he climbed on and started it. He pulled out of the lot and found his way to the hotel Hanna was staying at. He found her room and knocked on the door. After a few minutes of waiting, Jax saw the door swing open and he looked up at the blonde beauty.

"What do you want, Jax?" She spoke softly, putting her hand on her hip.

Jax smiled as he heard her voice. "Can I come in?" She stepped aside and watched as Jax walked over to the bed and sat down, taking off his kutte. "Baby, listen to me, I'm done with them all. I just want you. I don't know how to tell you this any other way. If you can't just accept that and forgive me for the shit I've done then I don't know what to do."

Hanna sat down beside him and grabbed his hand. "I don't know if I can trust you, Jax."

Jax stood up, looking down at her. "Why the hell not? Give me one good reason why you can't trust me..." He fell to his knees in front of her, his hands going straight to her hips. Hanna's hands met his face and moved to the back of his neck. "You're the VP, everyone falls to their knees for you. All you have to do is smile in their direction and the panties start dropping to the floor. You encourage it, too."

Jax laughed as he listened to her. "Look, babe, that's going to happen... you just have to trust that I won't do any more than smile. I am the VP, doesn't mean I have to sleep with every woman that walks into the clubhouse. Stop using bullshit excuses and give me a good reason."

Hanna looked away from him before feeding him another excuse. "I'm scared that one day I'll wake up and you won't be there. You won't ever be there again." Jax moved his hands to her face and pulled it to his. Kissing her, he pulled her into him. Hanna pulled away and stood up. "I- I don't know Jax."

Jax pulled her to him and kissed her again. Deepening the kiss, he pushed her onto the bed. Removing his shoes and jeans in the process, he made his way to her neck, kissing her gently. Giving her time to take off her boots and jeans, he continued to kiss her. He pulled away from her and took off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. She took off her hoodie. "You sure about this? About everything?" Hanna nodded her head, smiling.

Hanna walked through the clubhouse with Jax beside her. His arm was wrapped around her waist and he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear, kissing her temple every so often. Jax was finally happy, with who he loved. He loved her more than anything, loved her since he was 18 years old. Nothing could take this away from him now, nothing at all.

Hanna pulled him to the bar and stood between his legs facing him. Kissing his face, neck and jaw line. Clay walked up to the couple, "Bout damn time. Tired of this depressed ass fucker walking around here." Hanna laughed at his words and kissed Jax's cheek.

"Figured I'd quit fucking with the poor guy." She smirked at Jax as she spoke, before looking around the room to see Tig, Chibs and Happy playing pool while Juice, Bobby, Opie and Piney were watching TV.

Jax looked at her and smiled. "Oh that's what it was." He moved his hands down her back and to her ass.

Kissing her forehead, he turned them around and walked into the chapel for Church. "I'll be back, babe." He winked at her before closing the door.