Oct 2, 2009 16:43:36 GMT -6
Genre: Sons of Anarchy, Drama, Angst, Tragedy
Rating: [M]
Status: In-Progress
Pairing: Jax/Tara/OFC
Spoiler: This story takes place after Donna’s death.
Warning: Strong Language, Sexual Themes, Drug use, Violence
Chapter 1: Black on Tan
She could feel the nervousness creeping up on her once again, as it had so many times before this. The blind panic coursing its way through her veins, threatened to unravel every shred of self-control that she had left. “Its not uncommon to feel nervous before a big job.” She told herself idly, noticing the lack of reassurance in her voice. The overwhelming uncertainty of it all pushed her to her breaking point every time, only to be pulled back up at it’s end, unscathed. Luckily for her, she had evolved into a fleshy yo-yo ages ago, so she was used to the sickening motion of the ups and downs of the tattooing world.
Her eyes scanned the heavily papered walls in search of the battered clock her brother had gotten her some years back when she had acquired this business. She’d always been a creative kid, doodling on anything she could get her hands on. It was not the ideal career for a girl with her family background. Russian girls were supposed to marry young and raise a house full of little soldiers. She was never a stickler for rules though, breaking the boundaries ever since she learned how to walk. It was possibly that edge that made her a shoe-in for the lifestyle that came with living in Charming, California.
It was home to one of the most notorious motorcycle clubs in the world; The Sons of Anarchy. Their disregard for the law and its rules made them near royalty in these parts. Their outlaw brand of justice was what kept Charming a peaceful little town, away from the sharp eyes of those who intended to bring about a surge of industrial change just to make a quick buck. You would find no evidence of something like a Starbucks ever having existed in Charming, nor any other hint of “Big Business” for that matter; The Sons made quite sure of that. They were all a bit intimidating, and many not to be trifled with, but they were the glue that held this town together whether you chose to believe that or not.
Mina Renadli had been tattooing the Sons for a few years now. She had become accustomed to the mindless babble that filled her little shop on those dark nights when it had been packed with a full house, 20 eyes staring over her shoulder, scrutinizing every little move she’d make. Most times she’d find herself amidst a dozen chatty faces, feeding her suggestions, feeling the smoke filled air around her penetrating her senses; It was moments like that that made her really grateful to be living in a town that offered such a variety of different characters. Charming was never boring.
“Goin’ out for a bit.” She heard a husky voice grunt from somewhere above her head, followed by the familiar set of warm lips and untamed chin stubble that pressed against her cheek in the usual way.
She stared up into the black onyx eyes that belonged to her older brother Angelo. He always wore the same look of severity on his face, and he nearly never smiled; a trait that is safe to say, only passed on to him. Angelo had dropped out of school in his 11th year to take care of Mina after their parents died. He was strict beyond measure, and probably the most suffocating, over-protective brother a girl could have; a truth that to this day, remains unchanged. Mina wasn’t allowed much freedoms growing up, and Angelo hated the fact that she was in constant contact with the infamous biker gang. Mina was young, golden skinned, and her slender frame popped out in all the right places. He wasn’t blind to the way the guys around town looked at her, the way their lips would curl into a smirk when she’d walk by wearing a pair of her favorite low rise jeans, or the way their intrusive eyes would study every inch of her body when she entered a room. It was continually pressed upon him that it was not a crime to stare at a girl, but had any of those goons been stupid enough to act on their impulses, he’d show them what punishment really was.
Mina cleared her throat, pushing the chestnut colored strands of hair away from her face as she rose to her feet.
“Where are you going?” She asked taking a quick glance back at the clock that hung, barely visible on the far wall.
“I’m meeting Mikhail (Me-Kyle) for lunch.” He answered staring her over, a curious expression breaking across his face.
Mikhail was their cousin; a real “no-gooder”. That boy was in more trouble than not, and he and Angelo were as close as two human beings could possibly be. Mina frowned crossing the room to where her desk sat, trying to pass off the look of disgust on her face as merely just nerves.
“He’s out of jail then?”
There was a hint of cynicism in her tone, which did not go entirely unnoticed by Angelo, who sucked his teeth with mild annoyance.
“He’s turning it around.”
“I bet he is.” She scoffed flipping the pages in her day planner until it read today’s date.
“You really shouldn’t be so hard on him, he did 2 years in Chino to save your skin, remember that.”
“TO SAVE MY SKIN?” She yelled tossing the planner aside in a fit of fury. “I didn’t tell him to steal a car!”
“Don’t forget why he stole that car, Mignonette (Me-Oh-Net)!” He growled, yanking open the shop door.
She hadn’t forgotten; it was that lone memory that kept her up most nights. But she didn’t have time to sit there and reminisce on her inner turmoil’s; her 3 o’clock had just walked in, and judging by the way he was fumbling to fix his vest, suggested that Angelo had plowed right into him in his hurry to leave the shop.
“Hi Jax.” She sighed, reaching down to grab her beaten planner up off the floor.
“What was that about?” He asked, showing the slightest amount of concern as he turned to stare back out at the now empty sidewalk.
“Nothing.” She assured him, dragging her shaking hand through her hair mindlessly as the nervousness she was feeling earlier suddenly swam back to her in a tidal wave of doubt and anxiety. “Just family stuff.”
Jax was a handsome man, and notoriously known as being a badass. So, obviously the women around town couldn’t get enough of him. He was a catch, and they all knew exactly what it would mean to become the one that he would some day refer to as his ‘Old Lady’. Day after day their hungry eyes would feast upon the big, bold patches of black and white that lined his famous leather cut. He was a Son. Oh yes, a true outlaw through and through.
He gazed around the empty enclosure; it was a strange feeling, being there without the company a dozen mild-mannered bikers. He didn’t need a rowdy bunch of onlookers for this one; he’d convinced himself of that when he made this appointment.
She stayed quiet as he removed his clothes, almost not trusting herself not to say something stupid. It was only the sound of his cut being draped around the back of her chair that brought her back to her senses. Jax wasn’t her friend. They barely knew each other, but he had helped her out of a tight spot a few years back, and that was something that she held high above all else in her book. Jax had been there for her when others had just turned their backs. He knew what being a son was really about. It wasn’t about running guns or blowing up warehouses. It was about Family, and loyalty. It was about Brotherhood.
Her eyes scanned the inky-black lettering that lined his muscular back, its hard lines mirroring the ghostly image of the famous reaper that she saw only too often walk through those doors; She was not responsible for that work. No, in truth, she had never laid one mark upon the deemed “Prince of Charming”. It was that little truth that had had her second-guessing her abilities all day. She knew how important getting this tattoo done meant to him, and it had her absolutely mortified. Jax, on the other hand seemed less than worried.
He grinned at her, his suave Casanova attitude kicking into over-drive as he motioned for her to come closer.
“C’mon now Darlin’, don’t be shy.”
She smiled, feeling the warmth rushing quickly to her already rosy cheeks. She hated when he’d use his charm against her. It was hard enough already to continuously remind herself that he was a taken man.
“I’m not shy…” She replied cockily, grabbing a fresh razor off a nearby shelf. “I was just thinking.”
“MmmHmm.” He mumbled as he sat down onto the black leather recliner at the back of the room. “And I’m already shaved, babe.”
She eyed him for a moment, letting her eyes trail over his gleaming hairless chest. She knew he did this on purpose, but she was not going to fall for it.
“…So you are.” She said simply, placing the unused razor back on its’ shelf. “And why do you all insist on sitting over there when I have a perfectly good work chair over here.”
Her gesture toward the center of the shop was lost on him as he stretched himself out obnoxiously before her.
“Comfort, babe.”
“I’ll give you comfort, Jackson Teller.” She threatened under her breath before begrudgingly pulling over her vast table of supplies.
It didn’t take long for the strong riffs of Iron Man playing in the background and the continuous humming of the tattooing gun in her hand to lull her into her most desired daze. Things always seemed to slow down when Ozzy was in the room, and for that she was grateful. All of the worry that she was feeling damn near melted away with those first few memorable chords. “Has he lost his mind, Can he see, or is he blind.”
Jax grinned as he stared down at the muddy-haired girl in front of him, her head bobbing slightly with the music, while the hand working on his chest stayed still and strong. The steadiness of her actions reminded him of another woman he knew. He was reminded of the hands of a doctor. The hands that had saved the life of his son a few months back, the same ones that wrapped themselves in his tangled hair every night, pawed at his body and caressed his face with endless warmth. Tara’s hands. She was the love of his life, or she had been ten years ago, before she split to pursue a life without him, without the club. Her return to Charming was not a smooth one, and he still wasn’t exactly sure where their relationship currently stood.
Sitting there with Mina was bringing back feelings and emotions that he had been detached from for over a decade. She was more like the doctor than he had realized. The teenage girl that he had fallen in love with 15 years ago was reflected in every inch of this girls’ existence. She was strong-willed and stubborn, funny and charming, and she had a fire about her that could rival even his if given the chance. It was a dangerous combination and Jax knew that he’d have to try with all of his might to overlook the similarities and concentrate on their differences.
It wasn’t long after, that Mina finished the last bit of shading, and with a wipe of her rag, stepped back to admire her work. The soft contrast of Black on tan popped as the name Abel relished in a sea of pink and puffy skin.
Jax rose from his chair and turned to face the large length mirror that hung vertical against the opposite wall, a smile dawning broadly on his face as he dragged his callused fingers across his heart in a circular motion. It was perfect. Abel really was his heart, and now it was there in black and white for the whole world to see.
Mina was caught off guard as she found herself being twirled up into the air in a spontaneous hug, and then without a moments notice, whipped around to receive a large sloppy kiss on the cheek before being placed gently back on the floor.
“It’s perfect Darlin’” He beamed.
The weight of his arm on her shoulder was nearly crushing her, but she dare not move, this moment was too perfect. She smiled knowing that she did good, and that all of her worrying on the outcome had been for nothing.
She was so pleased that she didn’t even charge Jax, and denied the offer to enslave his Prospect for a day in the shop as an alternative payment plan. As enticing as it sounded, she had had her fill of smart-assed bikers for the day, and it was only when she heard the rumble of his Dina speeding away, that she realized she had forgotten to ask him to come back in 2 weeks for his touch up. Luckily for her, Charming was a small town, and people were relatively easy to find, especially the ones who spent a healthy amount of time causing trouble and breaking the law.
Rating: [M]
Status: In-Progress
Pairing: Jax/Tara/OFC
Spoiler: This story takes place after Donna’s death.
Warning: Strong Language, Sexual Themes, Drug use, Violence
“Ink was permanent, and it bound people together even in the most unpredictable of ways. For secrets, lies and betrayals were already beginning to weave their sticky web of destruction all over their entwined futures”.
Chapter 1: Black on Tan
She could feel the nervousness creeping up on her once again, as it had so many times before this. The blind panic coursing its way through her veins, threatened to unravel every shred of self-control that she had left. “Its not uncommon to feel nervous before a big job.” She told herself idly, noticing the lack of reassurance in her voice. The overwhelming uncertainty of it all pushed her to her breaking point every time, only to be pulled back up at it’s end, unscathed. Luckily for her, she had evolved into a fleshy yo-yo ages ago, so she was used to the sickening motion of the ups and downs of the tattooing world.
Her eyes scanned the heavily papered walls in search of the battered clock her brother had gotten her some years back when she had acquired this business. She’d always been a creative kid, doodling on anything she could get her hands on. It was not the ideal career for a girl with her family background. Russian girls were supposed to marry young and raise a house full of little soldiers. She was never a stickler for rules though, breaking the boundaries ever since she learned how to walk. It was possibly that edge that made her a shoe-in for the lifestyle that came with living in Charming, California.
It was home to one of the most notorious motorcycle clubs in the world; The Sons of Anarchy. Their disregard for the law and its rules made them near royalty in these parts. Their outlaw brand of justice was what kept Charming a peaceful little town, away from the sharp eyes of those who intended to bring about a surge of industrial change just to make a quick buck. You would find no evidence of something like a Starbucks ever having existed in Charming, nor any other hint of “Big Business” for that matter; The Sons made quite sure of that. They were all a bit intimidating, and many not to be trifled with, but they were the glue that held this town together whether you chose to believe that or not.
Mina Renadli had been tattooing the Sons for a few years now. She had become accustomed to the mindless babble that filled her little shop on those dark nights when it had been packed with a full house, 20 eyes staring over her shoulder, scrutinizing every little move she’d make. Most times she’d find herself amidst a dozen chatty faces, feeding her suggestions, feeling the smoke filled air around her penetrating her senses; It was moments like that that made her really grateful to be living in a town that offered such a variety of different characters. Charming was never boring.
“Goin’ out for a bit.” She heard a husky voice grunt from somewhere above her head, followed by the familiar set of warm lips and untamed chin stubble that pressed against her cheek in the usual way.
She stared up into the black onyx eyes that belonged to her older brother Angelo. He always wore the same look of severity on his face, and he nearly never smiled; a trait that is safe to say, only passed on to him. Angelo had dropped out of school in his 11th year to take care of Mina after their parents died. He was strict beyond measure, and probably the most suffocating, over-protective brother a girl could have; a truth that to this day, remains unchanged. Mina wasn’t allowed much freedoms growing up, and Angelo hated the fact that she was in constant contact with the infamous biker gang. Mina was young, golden skinned, and her slender frame popped out in all the right places. He wasn’t blind to the way the guys around town looked at her, the way their lips would curl into a smirk when she’d walk by wearing a pair of her favorite low rise jeans, or the way their intrusive eyes would study every inch of her body when she entered a room. It was continually pressed upon him that it was not a crime to stare at a girl, but had any of those goons been stupid enough to act on their impulses, he’d show them what punishment really was.
Mina cleared her throat, pushing the chestnut colored strands of hair away from her face as she rose to her feet.
“Where are you going?” She asked taking a quick glance back at the clock that hung, barely visible on the far wall.
“I’m meeting Mikhail (Me-Kyle) for lunch.” He answered staring her over, a curious expression breaking across his face.
Mikhail was their cousin; a real “no-gooder”. That boy was in more trouble than not, and he and Angelo were as close as two human beings could possibly be. Mina frowned crossing the room to where her desk sat, trying to pass off the look of disgust on her face as merely just nerves.
“He’s out of jail then?”
There was a hint of cynicism in her tone, which did not go entirely unnoticed by Angelo, who sucked his teeth with mild annoyance.
“He’s turning it around.”
“I bet he is.” She scoffed flipping the pages in her day planner until it read today’s date.
“You really shouldn’t be so hard on him, he did 2 years in Chino to save your skin, remember that.”
“TO SAVE MY SKIN?” She yelled tossing the planner aside in a fit of fury. “I didn’t tell him to steal a car!”
“Don’t forget why he stole that car, Mignonette (Me-Oh-Net)!” He growled, yanking open the shop door.
She hadn’t forgotten; it was that lone memory that kept her up most nights. But she didn’t have time to sit there and reminisce on her inner turmoil’s; her 3 o’clock had just walked in, and judging by the way he was fumbling to fix his vest, suggested that Angelo had plowed right into him in his hurry to leave the shop.
“Hi Jax.” She sighed, reaching down to grab her beaten planner up off the floor.
“What was that about?” He asked, showing the slightest amount of concern as he turned to stare back out at the now empty sidewalk.
“Nothing.” She assured him, dragging her shaking hand through her hair mindlessly as the nervousness she was feeling earlier suddenly swam back to her in a tidal wave of doubt and anxiety. “Just family stuff.”
Jax was a handsome man, and notoriously known as being a badass. So, obviously the women around town couldn’t get enough of him. He was a catch, and they all knew exactly what it would mean to become the one that he would some day refer to as his ‘Old Lady’. Day after day their hungry eyes would feast upon the big, bold patches of black and white that lined his famous leather cut. He was a Son. Oh yes, a true outlaw through and through.
He gazed around the empty enclosure; it was a strange feeling, being there without the company a dozen mild-mannered bikers. He didn’t need a rowdy bunch of onlookers for this one; he’d convinced himself of that when he made this appointment.
She stayed quiet as he removed his clothes, almost not trusting herself not to say something stupid. It was only the sound of his cut being draped around the back of her chair that brought her back to her senses. Jax wasn’t her friend. They barely knew each other, but he had helped her out of a tight spot a few years back, and that was something that she held high above all else in her book. Jax had been there for her when others had just turned their backs. He knew what being a son was really about. It wasn’t about running guns or blowing up warehouses. It was about Family, and loyalty. It was about Brotherhood.
Her eyes scanned the inky-black lettering that lined his muscular back, its hard lines mirroring the ghostly image of the famous reaper that she saw only too often walk through those doors; She was not responsible for that work. No, in truth, she had never laid one mark upon the deemed “Prince of Charming”. It was that little truth that had had her second-guessing her abilities all day. She knew how important getting this tattoo done meant to him, and it had her absolutely mortified. Jax, on the other hand seemed less than worried.
He grinned at her, his suave Casanova attitude kicking into over-drive as he motioned for her to come closer.
“C’mon now Darlin’, don’t be shy.”
She smiled, feeling the warmth rushing quickly to her already rosy cheeks. She hated when he’d use his charm against her. It was hard enough already to continuously remind herself that he was a taken man.
“I’m not shy…” She replied cockily, grabbing a fresh razor off a nearby shelf. “I was just thinking.”
“MmmHmm.” He mumbled as he sat down onto the black leather recliner at the back of the room. “And I’m already shaved, babe.”
She eyed him for a moment, letting her eyes trail over his gleaming hairless chest. She knew he did this on purpose, but she was not going to fall for it.
“…So you are.” She said simply, placing the unused razor back on its’ shelf. “And why do you all insist on sitting over there when I have a perfectly good work chair over here.”
Her gesture toward the center of the shop was lost on him as he stretched himself out obnoxiously before her.
“Comfort, babe.”
“I’ll give you comfort, Jackson Teller.” She threatened under her breath before begrudgingly pulling over her vast table of supplies.
It didn’t take long for the strong riffs of Iron Man playing in the background and the continuous humming of the tattooing gun in her hand to lull her into her most desired daze. Things always seemed to slow down when Ozzy was in the room, and for that she was grateful. All of the worry that she was feeling damn near melted away with those first few memorable chords. “Has he lost his mind, Can he see, or is he blind.”
Jax grinned as he stared down at the muddy-haired girl in front of him, her head bobbing slightly with the music, while the hand working on his chest stayed still and strong. The steadiness of her actions reminded him of another woman he knew. He was reminded of the hands of a doctor. The hands that had saved the life of his son a few months back, the same ones that wrapped themselves in his tangled hair every night, pawed at his body and caressed his face with endless warmth. Tara’s hands. She was the love of his life, or she had been ten years ago, before she split to pursue a life without him, without the club. Her return to Charming was not a smooth one, and he still wasn’t exactly sure where their relationship currently stood.
Sitting there with Mina was bringing back feelings and emotions that he had been detached from for over a decade. She was more like the doctor than he had realized. The teenage girl that he had fallen in love with 15 years ago was reflected in every inch of this girls’ existence. She was strong-willed and stubborn, funny and charming, and she had a fire about her that could rival even his if given the chance. It was a dangerous combination and Jax knew that he’d have to try with all of his might to overlook the similarities and concentrate on their differences.
It wasn’t long after, that Mina finished the last bit of shading, and with a wipe of her rag, stepped back to admire her work. The soft contrast of Black on tan popped as the name Abel relished in a sea of pink and puffy skin.
Jax rose from his chair and turned to face the large length mirror that hung vertical against the opposite wall, a smile dawning broadly on his face as he dragged his callused fingers across his heart in a circular motion. It was perfect. Abel really was his heart, and now it was there in black and white for the whole world to see.
Mina was caught off guard as she found herself being twirled up into the air in a spontaneous hug, and then without a moments notice, whipped around to receive a large sloppy kiss on the cheek before being placed gently back on the floor.
“It’s perfect Darlin’” He beamed.
The weight of his arm on her shoulder was nearly crushing her, but she dare not move, this moment was too perfect. She smiled knowing that she did good, and that all of her worrying on the outcome had been for nothing.
She was so pleased that she didn’t even charge Jax, and denied the offer to enslave his Prospect for a day in the shop as an alternative payment plan. As enticing as it sounded, she had had her fill of smart-assed bikers for the day, and it was only when she heard the rumble of his Dina speeding away, that she realized she had forgotten to ask him to come back in 2 weeks for his touch up. Luckily for her, Charming was a small town, and people were relatively easy to find, especially the ones who spent a healthy amount of time causing trouble and breaking the law.
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