Blood vs. Loyalty

Pilot

Holly was just finishing up cleaning the clubhouse, the music flowing through her earbuds playing loudly in her ears. She had come into the clubhouse early because she was going out of town to visit her parents' lawyer. She'd lost her parents in a bad car accident a year ago, and they were just now getting around to her parents' wills. Her dad had been really good friends with the man who created the Sons of Anarchy, John Teller. And her mom had been friends with John's wife, Gemma. John and Gemma were like a second set of parents to her. Up until last year, her dad had been one of the three remaining First 9 members of the SoA. He had left the club when things started changing, but he and John remained friends. Meaning that Holly grew up knowing the guys and their families. She, Jax and Opie grew up together, the three of them becoming fast friends. She'd introduced Opie to his now wife, Donna, and she had been there for Jax's wedding to Wendy. One of the only people who Jax wanted there, the two of them having eloped to Vegas. Jax had only been her best friend, her "brother", until recently. Up until last year, before her parents died, she'd been dating someone abusive and Jax saved her. She'd been beaten unconscious and Jax had come over, by chance, to invite Holly to his mom's for a family dinner. The door had been left open and there was a thin trail of blood leading to Holly. Jax had rushed her to the hospital before taking care of her boyfriend. She'd never asked what he did, and she didn't want to know. He'd moved her to a new apartment in Lodi and helped get her settled in. He'd always been her knight in shining armor. Even in high school. But he'd made it clear that he didn't see her as anything more than his sister, for all intents and purposes. So she moved on. Dating guys that started out great and turned out to just be letdowns. So now she was on a dating strike, choosing to be single for a while. So she helped out around the clubhouse when she wasn't at work at the diner or at the gym. Holly took out her earbuds as she finished cleaning, putting all the cleaning stuff away before going back to Jax's room in the back. She'd been staying in the clubhouse while the parking lot at her apartment was being redone. It'd only been a couple of days, but she was ready to get back to her own bed. She took a shower and then came back out to get dressed, not hearing Jax come back, her music playing through her phone, dancing around the room in just her panties.

"Shit. If Tara did that more often, maybe I'd have her over more."

Holly jumped and turned around, putting her hand on her chest before turning off her music.

"Jesus, Jax. You scared me."
"Sorry, darlin'. You should probably get dressed. I might be a bit early, but the guys can't be too far behind."
"Get out so I can."
"I've already seen the goods, Hol. You might as well finish getting dressed in front of me."

She rolled her eyes as he smirked at her, putting the rest of her clothes on, finishing with her shoes. She stood up and looked over as Jax came out of the bathroom, holding up her panties.

"They're drying, Jax. Put them back."
"I don't mind you staying here, but why you gotta deck my room out in girly shit?"
"I didn't deck your room out in my stuff, Jackson."
"The candles? The panties everywhere? The air freshener?"
"Sorry that I don't want the room I'm staying in to smell like weed, pussy, and alcohol. And my panties aren't everywhere. I had to wash them by hand and hang them up to dry."
"But in the bathroom?"
"Would you rather me hang them up in the clubhouse where you idiots would think that they were up for grabs?"
"No one would do that."
"Tig would. And so would Happy. And you know it."