One Chicago Imagines

Family Ties Pt 2 - Jay Halstead x SOA Crossover

Part 2 to my last imagine, and there's still one part left after this one. I hope you enjoy crossovers because I find them sooooo much easier to write when I have writer's block. 

I hope you enjoy part 2!

Imagine you grew up in Charming as the SAMCRO Princess. After coming to terms with what your life was going to be if you stayed you moved across the country. There you get an amazing job and an even more amazing boyfriend. All is well until something goes down and your two worlds collide.

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Everyone had stayed at your home that first night. Walking down from your bedroom you had to step over a few drunk passed-out bodies. You were almost to your coffee maker when a voice startled you.

"You're gonna explain what the hell that was last night".

Your mother was propped up against the countertop. Having helped herself to a cup of coffee and some pastry that she found in your pantry since she had no sense of privacy. She was smirking over the cup, her eyebrow in the permanent cocked position it was always in.

"Ma drop it", you drawled. After you had your session of emotions outside the night before you went back inside and everybody was minding their own business in their own conversations. But you knew that deep down they had heard at least something, hell you had seen Juice and Tig crowd the door frame before being yanked back by your mother.

"Babe, that's not how it works with us. You tell me everything and I fix your problems", Gemma scoffed, completely not accepting the fact that you weren't telling her what happened. Because she wasn't wrong, when you lived in Charming you did tell your mother everything. From boy problems to school problems to friend problems. You would sit down and vent and Gemma would listen. And then depending on how bad the problem was she would either solve it by herself or enlist the help of her father or brother.

"Mom I'm not a kid anymore, I can handle my own shit".

"Y/N shut up and stop acting high and mighty. You're not too good to tell your own mother shit", your mother said not even missing a beat.

You just looked at your mom with complete shock. Which you know you shouldn't be, I mean that's how Gemma is. But you haven't had to deal with her attitude for a long time, so it was going to take a little while to get used to her attitude again.

"Fine Gemma, I had a fight with my boyfriend, plain and simple. Ope and Jax caught me in the middle of it, I was flustered so I broke down. End of story", you told her laying all the cards out. Though once again not being able to tell her the full story because she would go off at you for hiding your life from someone you loved. She would say that this is why you shouldn't become someone's old lady who isn't in the club or associated with them, too complicated.

"Didn't sound like just a fight babe", she corrected.

"Jesus Ma, if you already know everything then why the hell are you asking?", you questioned while rolling your eyes at her. She was unbelievable. Seven is way too early to be dealing with hurricane Gemma.

"Just seeing if you were playing me straight", she answered. Clearly, she wasn't going to let this go until she had the full story, but you were in no mental state to re-hash everything that had happened over the past couple of days.

But luckily someone was looking out for you because of a deafening groan sound from your living room. Followed by a slap and someone yelling out. Your mother just gave you a look and started to make her way into the room where the violence was taking place, handing you a mug full of coffee she had seemingly pulled out of thin air as she passed you.