Blue Angel

Kiss of Revenge

The usual scent of oil and grease tickled the senses of Jax Teller as he knelt down beside the old Honda CT90, now laying in pieces, parts laid precisely out on the tool bench next to where he was working. Reaching for the impact wrench to loosen the screw locked on the aluminum crankcase, a steady stream of grey smoke billowed from his nose after inhaling a drag from the cigarette resting between the corner of his lips. His days usually left little time for actual 'mechanic' work so when shit was quiet Jax took advantage of the downtime and put his mechanic knowledge to use.

"Hey baby.." The biker lifted his head, a few lone strands of blond hair falling down over one eye as he looked up to find his mother hovering over him, hands perched on her hips perfectly, shifting her stance as she stood there waiting for Jax to obviously pay attention to her.

"Mornin' ma. Ya need something?" He stood upright, placing the wrench back in its place before wringing an already dirty rag around his grease covered hands.

"Scarlet come over here with you? I want to talk to her about something." Gemma stepped in, brushing a kiss over Jax's rough cheek.

"Yeah, she's in the clubhouse." His brow lifted in obvious curiosity. When his mother wanted to talk about 'something' it was usually never good. "I mean it mom, no getting shit riled up. I'm just getting her settled after the shit that went down with the DA. I don't need her wound up again. I mean it."

"I swear baby. Just want to see how's she's doing...and maybe talk to her about a little party? Baby shower kinda party." Gemma batted her lashes as if to gain her son's approval.
A heavy sigh left Jax as he tossed the tattered rag back to the tool box. A baby shower wasn't really something he considered a good idea, fuck knows they still had all the baby shit from Abel in the storage unit. His blue eyes lifted to meet his mother's, his face expressionless.

"Ma, I don't think..."

Gemma raised her hand in an attempt to stop her son from saying no.

"Jackson, that girl deserves some good in her life right now. Don't tell me you don't want that for her." Shifting her stance Gemma continued to look at Jax causing him to release a half frustrated sigh.

"Fine. Plan a party. Keep it small. I mean it. But /only/ if Scarlet wants one." Turning away from her he slipped over to the workbench, stubbing his finished smoke out in the overflowing ashtray as his mother sashayed her way back to the office, allowing him time to get back to what he was doing in peace.

[30 minutes later]

The high pitch squeal on the other side of the lot caught Jax's attention as he tightened the last of the bolts on the old bike. His head lifted, watching his only son kicking his feet happily on the swingset with Unser. The last few months had been an adjustment for Abel as it had been for himself. He worried about his son becoming twisted up inside, not understanding the whys of the things that happened in their world. The young version of himself had experienced the sense of loss more than any boy his age should and it bothered Jax, ate him up inside. It was the sole reason for the thoughts that often invaded his mind about leaving the club behind. That option showed itself more and more the last few weeks, especially as the pregnancy became more real for him. He not only had one child to be responsible for but in a few short months he would have two and that scared Jax, more than he let on. He had tried to compile an exit strategy but anything he came up with just wasn't an option. He knew nothing more than how to be an outlaw and that could very well cause his children to eventually live with the same turmoil and heartbreak he lived with everyday. He didn't want that for them but he also didn't know how to stop it. Maybe someday he would find a way, today, however, wasn't that day.