long roads > jax teller

1: Family

I might change some things from the show, add new characters, make the story lines happen a bit different, you know:)

Some people would say it's a dream. Being part of the ones who run this town. This town called Charming. I've been part of the Son's of Anarchy since I was born. SAMCRO ran this place. Son's Of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original.  My Dad was here right from the start, and me exactly the same. I never thought I'd find myself running from this, these people I call my family, and I never, ever thought I'd run from Jax Teller.

My Dad died 6 years ago. He was killed by one of our rivals, The Mayans. He was the only one I was actually related to, but I was born into The Son's of Anarchy and I've been around them ever since, so really, they're all my family.

Aside from Gemma occasionally helping out, I was the only girl who really did 'dirty work'. I had my Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob, the same as Chibs. Apart from my job at the clubhouse, I was part of The Son's of Anarchy, I was on every job they were.

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"It's dinner tonight, over at Jax's house." Gemma smiled, approaching the car I was currently working on.

"I'm sorry, I'm working an extra shift down at the diner."

"It won't be the same without you, it's a family dinner!" She pouted.

"Sorry Gemma, I really need the money right now." I was living in a shitty flat, with creeps all around me, and the club hadn't had a good earning job in a while.

"Okay, I understand."

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"I'll see you later Jay!"

"Bye Juice!" I yelled, swinging my leg over the seat of my bike and revving the engine. I saw Jax give me a wave and waved my arm back. Ah, Jackson Teller. Blue eyed, blonde haired, charming boy from Charming. He could get any girl he wanted, especially with that smile of his.

"Evenin' Lukey," I said to my boss as I walked in through the door.

"Jayda. We're busy tonight, straight to work. And take that damned jacket off, you'll scare away the customers!"

"Lukey, a leather jacket isn't gun' scare away no customers."

"Yeah but the logo might," Lukey mumbled. I rolled my eyes and slipped the jacket off, replacing it with an apron.

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"Jayda, you can go now." I heard Lukey say as I put another order through.

"But my shift doesn't finish for another hour and a half!" Lukey sighed and I followed his eyes to see Jax at the door, with a smirk on his face. Once again, I swapped the apron for my leather 'Son's of Anarchy' jacket, and followed Jax out.

"What this time?" I smirked, leaning against my bike.

"Family dinner. Wouldn't want you to miss it,"

"You knew I was working. I won't get payed now. And you know I need that fucking money Jax!"

"Don't worry about it! I had a little chat with your boss, made sure he still pays you," Jax laughed slightly.

"Wow, you have got to stop doing things like that," I rolled my eyes but let out a little giggle too.

"Riding with me?"

"No way, if I leave my girl here, she won't be here when I come back for her." Jax nodded and jumped onto his bike, me climbing onto mine too.

"See ya there!" I yelled over the noisy engines. I raced up the road, Jax following behind and occasionally over taking me, turning it into our own race, until I pulled up outside Jax's place.

"Whey! She's here!" Tig hollered as I walked in behind Jax.

"I knew you'd make it," Gemma said, putting down a plate of food and motioning me to sit in between her and Jax.

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"It's gettin' late, I should probably go," I said to Jax over the noise of everyone laughing and joking.

"Hey wait. We kinda got a job in the mornin' could use your help?"

"Sure why not, see you there," I continued to leave, but he stopped me again.

"It's pretty low profile. We need to set up a front page murder. We got Half Sack diggin' up a newly buried body earlier, pretty funny actually!"

"Sounds... fun?" I chuckled.

"But anyway, we're headin' out early, you should stay here."

"You sure? I don't wanna be any trouble,"

"Jayda, you're no trouble. There's always room in my bed." He winked. I playfully hit his arm, rolling my eyes and making my way to his small bedroom.

"You need to borrow some clothes?"

"A t shirt will be fine," I smiled. He chucked me a large black one that would drape down to my thighs, then stood looking at me.

"Turn around Jax!" I squealed.

"It's nothin' I ain't seen before Jayda! Known you since the day you were born, remember?" He chuckled as he turned around, looking me up and down and signalling for me to climb into his bed.