Seeds Episode: Chapter 5

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When we take action to avenge the ones we love, personal justice collides with social and divine justice. We become judge, jury, and God. With that choice comes daunting responsibility. Some men cave under that weight. Others abuse the momentum. The true outlaw finds the balance between the passion in his heart and the reason in his mind. His solution is always an equal mix of might and right.

Jax sat on the roof of the clubhouse and contemplated his biological dad's words as he read through JT's manuscript Jax had found in the storage unit whilst he'd been looking for toys for Abel. The manuscript appeared to detail what John Teller had written and what he wished for the club, which was a stark contrast to what the club had come to under Clay's leadership. Jax was beginning to question whether it was heading in a direction that would spell the end for the charter.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and looked down across the lot and chuckled to himself as he spotted Pixie and Juice with one of the mechanic stretchers for working under cars at the top end of the lot. They seemed to be in an animated conversation with Juice then sitting down on the stretcher and holding onto the edge. Pixie bent down and grabbed the back edge and then started running, pushing the stretcher along the lot a little way to pick up speed before giving it a final push. Jax could hear their laughs from below as the small wheels tried to cope with going at such a speed which resulted in the stretcher spinning around a couple of times before coming to a jerky stop. Juice threw his arms up into the air and shouted out a "WOO!". He then got up, as Pixie jogged over to him and he sent her going the other way up the lot on the stretcher. Jax couldn't help but laugh at their playful antics. The Sons needed more of this in their life, everything was so serious at the moment, it drew the focus away from what the Sons were intended to be in the first place, a family. He watched as Pixie and Juice pushed each other up and down, laughing their heads off the whole time, Jax knew he probably should call for them to knock it off before they went hurtling off into a customer's car or before Clay caught them, but they just seemed so happy, and Jax just didn't have the heart to ruin their fun, so he left them be for the time being, glad for the light-hearted distraction from his turbulent thoughts as he watched them from his vantage point.

After a while, he came down from the clubhouse roof when he caught sight of Gemma pulling into the lot. He walked over to meet her and watched as Pixie zoomed up the lot, giggling all the way as Juice jogged after her. Jax put out his foot and stopped the stretcher from knocking into him as he crossed into its path.

"What are you two grunts up to?" Jax asked as Pixie grinned up at him from where she was sitting cross legged on the stretcher.

"Having fun, you should try it sometime." Pixie quipped back grinning up at him. Juice made an 'oooh!' sound behind her, hearing what she said. Pixie's mischievous face and words made Jax laugh as he shook his head at her.

"Ha, ha." He said sarcastically. "Go cause trouble somewhere else, squirt." Jax grinned. He put his foot on the stretcher and pushed it back towards Juice who grabbed a piece of rope one of them had tied to the handle, turned and ran it back up the lot away from Gemma's car. Jax laughed again, watching them go with Pixie calling out to Juice excitedly. Jax thought it was nice to see Juice so chilled out and having fun, the guy was usually so nervous and flighty but right now, he seemed to be in his element with Pixie at his side.

"Hey, baby. You doing okay?" Gemma greeted her son, getting out of the car and kissing his cheek, breaking Jax out of his thoughts again.

"Yeah, ma. How was your day?" Jax questioned her, holding the file with his dad's book close to him. Something told him that if Gemma found out what he was reading, she'd fly off the handle and Jax wanted to get to the bottom of what John Teller had to say before that happened.

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