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Happy or Not- 4
Juice walked into the main room of the Son's Clubhouse to retrieve his laptop as he heard a familiar voice shout out.
"Fuck this shit!"
He looked up in time to see a school textbook come flying through the air, barely missing him as he ducked out of the way.
"Jesus Christ Remi!"
"Sorry Juice."
She mumbled before dropping her head to the table with an audible thud.
Retrieving the book from the floor he walked it back over to her, setting it on the table.
"Algebra huh?"
"Yeah"
She huffed with a defeated look on her face.
"I'm no good at this."
"Need some help? I'm actually pretty good at this kinda stuff?"
"Really?"
"Yeah!"
He smiled, sitting down beside her.
"Where we at?"
He watched as she found the chapter in the thick book.
"Quadratic formulas."
Happy walked in a while later, looking over to see his daughter angrily erasing something from the page of her notebook.
Juice sat there with her, a patient look on his face.
"What's going on?"
"Algebra"
Juice answered with a slightly exasperated tone.
"Ew."
"Yeah ew, shit is stupid Hap."
Ramira spoke up, thoroughly frustrated.
He chuckled slightly, earning him a glare from his daughter.
"Why do I have to do this? You didn't finish highschool, you got your GED."
"Cause I want you to be better than me Kid."
He leveled her with a serious look.
"You need your education to have a better future than this."
He motioned around the clubhouse. He loved being a Son, it fit him well, but he didn't want his daughter's future to end up being a Crow Eater or someone's Old Lady.
"Whatever"
She mumbled trying to write out and solve the equation again.
Happy clapped a hand down on Juice’s shoulder.
"Thanks, brother."
"No problem. It's what family is for, right?"
Happy or Not- 3
Happy's phone rang in the pocket of his cut. Pulling it out, he didn't recognize the number.
"Hello?" He gruffed
"Hi, is this Mister Lowman?"
A woman's voice answered
"Yeah"
"I'm Mrs. Mimbs at Charming High School, and your daughter was involved in an altercation. She needs to be picked up."
His jaw clenched as he thought of Ramira in a fight.
"Yeah, I'll be right over."
Arriving at the school, he walked in seeing his daughter sitting in the office.
He expected her to be bruised and bloody, but the only indication she got in a fight were her bruised knuckles.
"Rem? You ok?"
"I'm fine"
She smirked
"Can't say as much for Charming's Golden Boy."
He looked over seeing the Mayor's kid, the Quarterback of the football team, holding an ice pack to his face.
"Was talking shit about the Sons…couldn't let it fly."
He smiled, before repressing it to act like he was shocked that his daughter would lash out.
Ramira followed Happy outside, taking the helmet he held out to her.
"I think this calls for ice cream."
Happy said with a smirk as Remira situated herself behind him on the bike.
"Let's get outta here Lowman."
She smiled, holding on to the man as he drove away from the school.
(A/N: I think I'm going to make this a series of one shots between Happy and Ramira. If you would be interested in a more detailed storyline let me know, cause I'm on the fence about it. Thanks 😉)
Happy or Not- 2
A week later, Tara walked up to Happy as he worked in the shop at Teller Morrow, handing him an envelope.
"Happy Lowman…you are the father."
She smiled before walking away.
Tearing it open he read the paper, he was a 99 percent match when it came to being Ramira's biological father.
In his heart he knew, but his brain wouldn't let him believe it until he knew it was true.
He walked outside finding the girl...his daughter, sitting on a swing in the playground that had been built for Jax's boys.
He handed her the piece of paper
"Your Ma was right."
"Told you she wouldn't lie to me."
She answered, reading over the paper.
Ramira had spent the last week sleeping on the couch at Happy's house. Then during the day bouncing between there, T.M. and the clubhouse. She had felt like her life was in limbo because Happy didn't completely believe her until now, he didn't let himself get close.
"So what now?"
She asked, meeting his hard gaze.
"Guess we gotta get you enrolled in school…. get you settled in at the house. And you're abuelita is goin to want to meet you."
"I have an abuelita?!"
He couldn't resist smiling at the surprised yet happy look on her face.
"Yeah, course you do. She lives over in Oakland."
He was caught off guard when she wrapped her arms around him.
The moment was interrupted when Chibs walked up
"We gotta go Hap."
He nodded as Ramira pulled away, looking up at him.
"Stay here."
He directed sternly
"Yeah."
She agreed, he didn't miss her wiping away the tear on her cheek.
She stood next to Gemma as they watched the guys drive out on their bikes.
It was well into the night, almost the next morning, before the Sons came back to the clubhouse. Gemma watched as Happy quickly looked for his daughter.
"I sent her to bed, she's in your room."
He nodded making his way inside, finding her exactly where Gemma said she was.
She was curled up on one side of the bed wearing one of his SAMCRO shirts and a pair of sweatpants as pajamas.
He pulled the blanket up, tucking her in as he placed a kiss on her temple.
"Love you Kid."
He murmured quietly before making his way out of the room.
Happy or Not
Gemma walked out of her office at Teller Morrow, seeing a young girl standing and glancing nervously around the lot.
She looked to be around 13 or 14 was roughly five feet tall with long dark hair, a backpack slung over one shoulder. Gemma walked closer
"Can I help you, sweetheart?"
A pair of dark, almost black eyes locked with hers.
"Oh um...maybe? I'm looking for someone."
She shifted nervously under the woman's stern gaze, moving the strap of her backpack from one shoulder to the other.
"Who?"
"Happy?....Lowman?"
Gemma looked to the line of bikes parked, seeing that his was there.
"Come with me."
The young girl followed her across the lot and over to another building.
"Wait out here."
The woman directed before going inside, emerging a short time later with a man who was covered in tattoos including a snake on his head.
"Can I help you?"
He asked, his voice deep and gravelly. Gemma couldn't help but notice the similarities between the two, the dark eyes and high cheek bones.
The girl stood, staring at the intimidating man before her.
"I'm Ramira....and I'm pretty sure you're my dad."
There was a moment of silence before Happy smirked.
"Bullshit....get outta here kid."
He turned to walk back into the clubhouse, before she spoke up.
"My Mom was Juana (Wah-nah) Almas."
This stopped him. He hadn't thought of Juana in years. He turned to look at the girl.
"Was?"
"She uh died a few months ago...overdose."
He watched as a look of pain crossed her face before looking to him again.
Happy had loved Juana, but she loved the drugs more, and her unwillingness to get help is what drove them apart all those years ago.
"What makes you think I'm your dad?"
"She told me..."
"Look Juana was a-"
"-Junkie? I know... but she would never lie to me."
A group of guys came outside looking between Happy and Ramira.
"Holy shit Hap!"
Jax spoke up
"Didn't know you had a kid."
Happy stared at her, looking into eyes that matched his.
"Yeah...me neither."
Part 2
Sons & Sisters Chapter 7- Iris
Rolling over in bed, Ryan reached an arm out, finding an empty spot where Juice should have been.
She tried to ignore the pang in her chest at the thought of him leaving before she woke up.
A clatter of dishes caught her attention before she could think more on it. Getting out of bed, she realized his t-shirt was still on the floor. Grabbing it up and pulling it on, she made her way into the kitchen where he was busy putting away dishes that had previously been dirty in the sink, the smell of coffee hanging in the air.
Juice wore nothing but his jeans that hung loosely at his hips, leaning against the wall she watched as he started organizing her canned goods, making sure all the labels faced the same way. He turned around, jumping a bit as he realized she was standing there.
"Jesus Mads!"
Smiling, she pushed off the wall, walking to him, wrapping arms around his waist as he leaned down for a kiss.
"That's a good look on you."
He smirked, pressing his forehead to hers.
She gave him a confused look before glancing down to the shirt she was wearing. It was white, with SAMCRO printed on the front.
Rolling her eyes, she gave him a playful shove, smiling as he grabbed her hands in his.
"Coffee?"
She nodded before he walked over, grabbing a mug from the cabinet and pouring the brown liquid in. Hopping up, sitting on the counter, she took the mug gratefully before taking a sip.
"You drink it black?!"
She smiled at his question, seeing him pour a surprising amount of sugar in his.
Watching as he leaned against the counter, drinking his coffee, she wondered how he could make such a simple act look sexy as hell.
Juice looked at her, sitting on the counter in nothing but his SAMCRO shirt. Her blonde hair was messy, draping over one shoulder, and she was beautiful.
Setting her mug down, a more serious look came over her face before she signed.
*How does this work?*
"How does what work?"
She motioned between the two of them.
*Us*
He walked over, nudging her legs apart as he stood between them, looking at her.
"Look, I like you as Madison...not Ryan. And until we have to cross that bridge, I am happy to keep it that way."
She smiled up at him as he cupped her face in his hands, pressing another kiss to her lips.
Keeping this a secret was by far the least dangerous thing she had done, but it still put her on edge. He wasn't her boyfriend, but their relationship had become a special one so far in this short time frame.
The sound of his phone ringing pulled him away. Digging in his pocket, he looked at the screen with a grimace before answering.
Ryan watched as he listened and then nodded.
"Yeah,alright. I'm on my way."
He hung up, shoving it back in his pocket.
"I gotta go."
Ryan nodded in understanding as a sly smile spread across his face.
"I'm gonna need my shirt."
Lifting her arms up, he took it as an invitation to come and get it. Pulling it up and off, his eyes lingered on her nude form. Running a hand through her hair, he pulled her in for another kiss.
"See you tonight?"
*Window is always open.*
She followed him into the bedroom as he grabbed his cut and made his way through the window, looking back with a wink before disappearing down the steps.
Making her way back into the kitchen, she picked up her mug, taking another sip, grabbing the one Juice left she emptied, and rinsed it before placing it back in the cabinet.
The girls never really came into her apartment too much, but if they did, they would notice the smallest things. Being prior military, she was fairly tidy, apparently not as much as Juice, but she had her quirks.
Backing into an empty spot in the line of bikes, Juice hung his helmet on the handlebars before walking into the clubhouse.
"Mornin Juicy."
Chibs greeted, already a beer in hand. Juice took a seat beside him, lighting a cigarette.
"Hey Chibs"
"I take it you had a good night last nigh'?"
"Yeah, I guess...why?"
Chibs leaned over, taking another sniff.
"You smell like a field of fuckin flowers my boy."
"Uh oh, did Juicy Pants get him some last night?"
Tig joined in on the gentle bullying. Juice laughed knowing that nothing actually happened aside from some drunk cuddling, but he played it off saying it was some Sweetbutt, but in reality he wanted to tell them all about Madison.
Ryan didn't have any appointments at Iron & Ink today, she sat at a table in their warehouse counting and sorting through the various medications.
They had grown quite the clientele since arriving in Charming, and with the various needs in their community their stock had gotten bigger too.
Even the most law abiding person in town had resorted to coming to them instead of through the pharmacies.
She boxed the gonadotropin that she was going to deliver to Sheriff Roosevelt later. He and his wife were trying to have a baby and the IVF injection prices were exorbitant on the outside, but the Medusas were able to supply him for half that cost.
They didn't make as much off dealing black market medicines as they would if they ran guns or street drugs, but enough to make them comfortable, and the profits from Iron & Ink weren't bad either.
Masterlist
Sons & Sisters Chapter 6- Dusk Til Dawn
Rays of sun coming through the window woke Ryan the next morning. She lay on the couch as Juice spooned her into his body, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
They were still fully clothed, save his boots as the local morning News was on the tv that never got turned off the night before.
She shifted to her other side so she was chest to chest with him, his smell of cologne and cigarettes was oddly calming. Looking up she studied his face, then ran a hand through his hair which was mussed by sleep.
He shifted a bit as he opened his eyes, seeing her green ones staring back.
"Morning"
He smiled, placing a kiss on her forehead. She snuggled in closer, kissing his neck.
Wrapping both arms around her, both of them content to lay there in silence.
A loud knock on the door jolted them from their moment of peace. Ryan quickly stood looking at the door then back at Juice.
*You got to go!*
She quickly signed, grabbing his boots and tossing them in his lap. He yanked them on, coming to his feet.
"Ryan you up?"
A voice came through the door with another knock, it was Devon.
Juice quickly wrapped his arms around Ryan, giving her another kiss before making his way towards the bedroom window.
As he opened it a lighter went flying and clattered against the wall next to him, turning he saw Ryan rushing towards him, cut in hand.
"Oh yeah need that huh?"
She held it open, as he shrugged it on they heard a key in the lock and her door opened.
"Ry?"
Shoving him out the window, slamming it closed, she turned as Devon walked in.
"Hey...everything ok?"
She asked, seeing her Sgt at Arms looking flustered.
Ryan nodded trying to compose herself.
"...Ok? Petra needs us, meet down in the Chapel."
Ryan nodded again
*Just need to get dressed.*
Devon looked at her, knowing something was off.
"Make it quick."
As Devon left Ryan looked out the window, then quickly got dressed and made her way downstairs.
Juice showed up at the shop, everyone a buzz with activity, he almost forgot it was Opie's wedding day.
Ryan stood close to her President as they made a deal between the Medusas and Mayans. The women would provide the needed prescription drugs to them and they would mule them over the border to the people that needed them for a 50/50 split. Insulin has been a big thing lately, she knew it was a very desired product, but it also made her sad. People shouldnt have to get it under the table, but the commercial price of it was insane.
Later that night she heard a tap on the window before it opened, she watched as Juice made his way in.
She was caught off guard by the look on his face, empty and tormented at the same time.
*You ok?*
He nodded, pulling her into his arms inhaling her floral scent.
Pulling back, she looked up at him.
*What's wrong?*
He just shook his head, trying to push her towards the couch. She gently shoved him off, looking to him again.
*Talk to me.*
He took a breath, trying to calm his nerves.
"I killed someone tonight."
The image of the men getting gunned down in the warehouse flashed through his memory. A gentle squeeze on his hand brought him back, he looked down at the small woman in front of him.
He watched as her tense stare softened, then a slight smirk appeared on her face.
*First time? It's always the hardest.*
She watched as he tried to force a smile, but failed.
Taking his hand in hers, she pulled him into the kitchen. Grabbing a bottle of tequila and two shot glasses, filling them she pushed one towards Juice.
"This is your solution? Getting drunk?"
He laughed as Ryan shrugged, tossing back her shot. He picked up the small glass, holding it up.
"Salude"
A while later, they were both completely wasted as they sat on the couch and an empty tequila bottle on the coffee table.
Juice squinted his eyes, trying to focus on Ryan, who sat cross-legged facing him while signing.
"Slow down, Mads ...talkin too fast."
She smiled, tossing her head back in a silent laugh.
She moved her hands slowly.
"We...should...get...to...bed."
Finally understanding, he nodded
"Yeah, let's go."
Leaning on one another for support, they made their way towards the bedroom. He watched as she stripped down to her bra and panties swaying a bit as she did, as he got down to his boxers. Getting in the bed, he laid on his side, pulling Ryan into him, his chest against her back as he kissed her temple.
"Goodnight, Madison."
He felt her grab his hand that was draped across her chest, kissing it before they both fell asleep.
Masterlist.
Sons & Sisters Chapter 5- Carried Away
Later that night, Juice sat at home on his couch, computer sitting on his lap as he dug into Ryan's background.
The club wanted him to focus on the Medusas as a whole, but the woman he had lunch with earlier wasn't exactly an open book. He took a sip of his beer as he read through the information on the screen.
Madison Kaye Ryan
Born June 26, 1990, San Diego, California
Mother: Rebecca Marie Ryan
Deceased
Father: Bruce Hillard Ryan
Deceased
No siblings
Served 6 years in the Army
Honorably discharged with a Purple Heart
Juice noticed that it was after she was discharged from the military that things started going downhill for her.
A year after, she was arrested for a DUI, then shortly after, on weapons charges.
Did three years in the Folsom Women's Facility.
Nothing popped up on her record after that, he figured that's when she joined up with the Medusas.
Going back to look up current information, finding her residence was actually an apartment above the tattoo shop.
He tapped the side of his beer bottle, debating on his next move.
Ryan flopped down on her couch in a black tank and sweatpants, her hair still damp from her shower she desperately needed. The club had finally established a safe house for the drugs, a better place than the back room of their tattoo shop.
Settling on reruns of 'ALF' on the tv, she cracked open a beer to settle back for the night. She didn't necessarily like drinking, but it calmed the chaotic thoughts in her head, helped her sleep.
A clatter outside on the fire escape caught her attention. Muting the tv, she sat in silence as she heard the window in her bedroom slide open.
She stood, grabbing her gun from her bag before making her way into the small hallway and then into the dark room.
Juice slid through the window into the dark. As he came to a standing position, he heard the click of a gun, instinctively raising his hands in the air.
"Ry, It's just me."
Recognizing the voice, she reached over to flick the lights on to see Juice with a bashful look on his face.
She thumbed the safety of the gun before placing it on her dresser, all while glaring at the man in her room.
*The fuck are you doing?!*
She signed angrily, then placed her hands on her hips. Juice had to suppress a grin, she was trying to look hard, but just ended up looking cute.
"I uh, I wanted to see you again."
He tucked his hands in his pockets, looking hopefully at Ryan.
*And you thought sneaking in my window was a good idea?!...Are you an idiot?"
He cocked his head to the side
"I got the first part...that last part I'm not so sure."
Ryan rolled her eyes and walked back into her living room, Juice followed.
"Do you want me to leave?"
He asked, second guessing his decision.
Ryan took her spot on the couch, looking up at the man she had been thinking about ever since she first laid her eyes on him. He still wore his cut over a white t-shirt, the handle of his gun peeked out from underneath it.
*Take off your cut, and you can stay. Beers in the refrigerator.*
He smiled as he slid it off his shoulders, finding a hook to hang it, which was right by hers. He stared at the pair, his Reaper next to her Medusa. Grabbing a beer he took a seat next to Ryan, she glanced over as he cracked the can.
"Why did you tell me to take off the cut?"
He asked, honestly curious.
Watching as she thought about her answer, taking a swig of beer she signed.
*Because I don't want to be here as Juice and Ryan....I want to be....what's your name?*
He smiled
"Juan"
*I want to be here as Juan and-*
"Madison?"
Her eyebrows pulled together in frustration.
*You ran a background check on me didn't you?*
He nodded as she gave him a playful shove.
"Sorry Mads, part of the job."
He laughed, catching her hands in his own.
Looking at him, she hadn't been called by her first name in a long time, and it felt right coming from his lips.
Masterlist. Chapter 4
Sons & Sisters Chapter 4- About A Girl
Coming to a stop at a red-light Juice pulled up next to Ryan looking over, seeing almost a sense of peace on her face.
"Hey Ry"
He called, getting her attention over the loud rumble of both of their bikes.
*what?*
"Wanna go grab some lunch?"
He could see her thinking about it for a moment before nodding her head in agreement.
"Follow me!"
As the light turned green she followed, making their way through the streets of Charming before coming to a stop in front of a small diner.
Going inside she saw the nervous looks they got from the locals. She knew they respected the Sons, but also kind of feared them as well.
Taking a seat opposite each other in a booth, Juice shoved a menu towards her.
"Anything here is good."
After a few minutes the waitress made her way over.
"Hey Juice, good to see you back! Your usual?"
"Yes please."
He answered, giving her his signature grin.
"And you?"
She gave Ryan a friendly smile.
She pointed to the cheeseburger special before looking over to Juice and signed.
*No pickles*
"Oh, she doesn't want pickles."
He relayed to the waitress who made the note.
"You got it, have it out shortly."
She walked away before Juice looked across the table.
"You don't like pickles?"
Ryan scrunched up her nose and shook her head.
He opened his mouth to ask another question but decided to sign instead.
*So you being mute? Is it a mental thing? A physical thing? I don't mean to be rude, just curious.*
She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it behind her ear before signing.
*I was in the Army...We were on a patrol in Afghanistan, our vehicle hit an IED....I suffered a head injury. Ever since there's been a disconnect between my brain and muscles in my jaw. They call it apraxia of speech.*
The thought of the petite woman being in the military surprised him, but then it made the Sgt at Arms patch on her cut make more sense.
*There's not a treatment for it?*
He asked
*There is...kinda...but trying to get the VA to help with it is nearly impossible, I just gave up and learned sign instead.*
He nodded in understanding as their food was brought out.
Ryan took a bite of her burger, chewing thoughtfully then signing.
*I'm not stupid.*
Juice swallowed what was in his mouth quickly, surprised by her statement.
"I never thought you were. Why? Did someone say something to you?"
She was taken aback by his sudden protective demeanor, she shook her head.
*No....but people tend to tiptoe around me, not sure how to interact. Like I get it, I can't communicate like a normal person anymore but-*
Juice placed a hand on top of hers, essentially silencing her. She stared at their hands, an unfamiliar feeling of butterflies in her stomach.
"I can tell you're smart, cunning....and a little destructive..."
This earned him a smile
"But you're not stupid."
*Thanks Juice*
She smiled again, before stealing an onion ring from his plate.
"Hey! Eat your own food!"
He laughed with his megawatt smile, before stealing a fry from hers.
They finished their meal and made their way back out to their bikes.
He watched as Ryan put her helmet on, the delicate movement of her fingers as she secured the strap under her chin.
She looked over as Juiced pushed his sunglasses onto his face, starting his bike as he grinned at her.
Arriving back at the shop he directed her towards the office to make a payment for the repair.
Stepping inside she saw the lady at the desk, who immediately narrowed her eyes at the young woman.
"Chain replacement right?"
Gemma asked
Ryan nodded, tensing at the snarkiness in the woman's voice.
Juice made his way back into the garage, attempting to continue work on the Mustang when Tig walked up behind him.
"Where's Ryan?"
"In the office."
"Alone?"
"Yeah....why?"
He asked, confused , leaning over the engine.
"You left a woman from another MC, who cannot talk, in a room. Alone. With Gemma Teller?"
The reality of what he did smacked him in the face.
They looked over in time to see Ryan angrily speeding out off the lot in a literal cloud of dust
"Shit."
"It's ok Juicy"
Tig said, laying his arm on the man's shoulders.
"Best not to get too close to them anyway huh?"
Juice nodded
"Yeah...yeah, guess you're right."
Masterlist. Chapter 3
Sons & Sisters Chapter 3- Now Here You Go Again
The loud beeping of a flatbed tow truck backing up to the garage doors drew the attention of the Sons who worked at T.M.
"Hey, isn't that Wreck it Ralph's bike?"
Tig asked, recognizing the purple Dyna, pulling Juice's attention away from the Mustang he was working on.
He looked over in time to see Ryan hop out of the cab, making her way around back to watch the driver unload. Another woman rode onto the lot, parking her bike in line with the others.
"What's goin on here?"
Jax asked as the other woman joined the Sgt at Arms.
"Her chain snapped. I told her it was karma for going She Hulk on your bikes last night."
The woman who bore the Treasurer patch on her cut explained, which earned her an annoyed look from Ryan.
"Didn't get to introduce ourselves last night, I'm Sammy."
She held out a hand which the Sons VP shook.
"Jax"
"Oh and here is the money for the damages, hope she didn't do too much."
She reached in her cut, producing an envelope with a stack of cash inside, and pressed it into his hand.
"It's all good Darlin...it's uh Ryan right?"
He asked, turning his attention towards her.
She crossed her arms and nodded as she stepped closer to them.
By that point the guys had walked up behind Jax joining the small group that had formed.
"I'm Jax, this is Tig, Happy and Juice."
He pointed toward each man as she gave a small wave.
"Not a woman of many words are ya?"
Tig asked with a chuckle
Sammy looked to her sister who sighed then gave her an approving nod as the guys watched the silent interaction.
"She uh...she can't speak, she's mute."
"Oh, I'm sorry....IM TIG! NICE TO MEET YOU!"
Ryan cringed away as he practically yelled before angrily signing back at him.
Juice gave a small laugh, Ryan shot him a glare, thinking he was laughing at her.
"She said,'I'm mute, not deaf asshole.'"
Juice translated then watched as Ryan's eyes went wide as everyone else looked at him in surprise.
"What? I got bored in lock up."
He ran a hand through his hair, scratching the back of his neck before signing back to the woman.
*I'm Juice, it's nice to meet you. Sorry about the idiot.*
For the first time since he laid eyes on her, a smile broke through the stoney expression on her face.
*I'm Ryan...so you going to fix my bike or what?*
She asked with a joking smile.
He smiled as he made his way to her bike, leaving his brothers shocked at the interaction.
Watching as he grabbed the handlebars and began pushing towards a lift Ryan felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned her attention towards Sammy.
*He's cute.*
Ryan just nodded, watching as he put her Dyna on the lift.
"You going to wait here or do you want to ride bitch back to the shop?"
Sammy asked, not sure if Ryan actually heard her because her eyes were locked on the man, She signed back though.
*I'll wait here, don't fully trust them with my bike.*
She signed
"I'm not going to mess with your bike."
Juice spoke up, looking at her over the rear fender.
Ryan rolled her eyes, signing back to the other woman.
*Go, I'll be fine.*
"Ok"
She said taking a step back, turning to walk out.
"Try not to fuck anything up this time huh?"
Ryan just smiled and held up her middle finger before walking away.
Flipping over an empty bucket she took a seat next to where Juice stood.
He continued to work, aware of her eyes on him.
Gemma looked into the garage seeing the woman sitting there, a cut hanging on her shoulders.
"Who the hell is that?"
She asked Clay as he walked into the small office.
"Bitch from the Medusas. Needed her bike fixed."
"And you're OK with someone from a rival MC being here?"
She asked, crossing her arms across her chest.
"I wouldn't say they're a rival Gem, for all we know they're one of those goody two shoes MCs that only does charity runs and community service."
"You don't know that."
"Why do you think I'm lettin them around? Let'em get comfortable and show their true colors."
"Not too comfortable I hope."
She stated before taking a seat at the desk picking up a pile of paperwork.
Juice looked over his shoulder seeing Ryan's eyes still on him.
"Can you hand me that torque wrench?"
He motioned to the tool on a cart. She stood grabbing it and handing it over, coming to his side watching as he mounted the tire back on. He could smell her perfume, a light floral scent.
"Alright, good to go."
He finished up and pushed the bike from the lift before mounting it, a shop rag hit him in the face. Looking up to see Ryan with a serious look on her face, her hands moving quickly.
*No one rides my bike.*
"I need to take it for a test drive!"
*I can take it.*
He shook his head getting off
"Fine, but I'm following you."
She shrugged, grabbing her helmet from the saddle bag.
The pair pulled out onto the street, Juice followed closely behind fully expecting her to take off to try to lose him.
Surprisingly she just calmly cruised along, getting closer he could hear 'Dreams' by Fleetwood Mac playing from her speakers.
Masterlist. Chapter 2
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#19 - "The Elf's Off the Shelf"
Juice stands in the dorm room he was assigned to when he went from a hang around to a prospect, looking in the mirror. He was the only remaining prospect out of the four guys he started with and it has been hell being the only one left for the guys to mess with but he’s stuck in out so far. He sighed and made a face at the image in the mirror. There was supposed to be some kind of event in the kids’ wing of the hospital and they needed an elf so the SONs offered him to help. Of course they did.
Looking in the mirror, he felt like an idiot. The green jacket thingie he was wearing for a top wasn’t so bad. The white fluffy collar was stupid but he figured it did look like elf gear. But putting on the thick black belt made it look like a way too short dress. Juice scowled at it in his reflection wishing he could leave it off. They said I had to wear all the pieces. He pulled at the weird red puffy undershorts he was supposed to wear under it, trying to get them further down his legs. Nobody told him about these and he couldn’t wear his boxer briefs with them because they showed, so he was forced to go commando and the thick stitching on the seams was uncomfortable as hell. They had elastic on the legs that made them keep crawling up every time he moved. By the end of the night my junk is gonna be on fire. They reminded him of something a pirate’s lady would wear in one of his video games. What’s the word? He screwed up his face thinking. Bloomers? No…pantaloons?
And then there were the red and white socks that came up over his knees, but not all the way up to the shorts. Underpants. Panties? He stared at them a little disgusted, pulling them down again. What the hell are these? Juice sat on the edge of the bed exposing even more of his thighs to pull up on the socks. The fat stripes looked all wrong for every reason imaginable. Why couldn’t I just wear red pants? His feet didn’t fit into the shoes properly. They were too small making the green curled toes go wonky and the jingle bell tip to the side. Having them tinkle as he walked was embarrassing and he didn’t even have an audience yet. Juice suggested that he could get dressed at the hospital aka be in the outfit for as little amount of time as possible but Tig insisted that if there were any problems with it they had to have time to fix them so the kids wouldn’t be disappointed. How can you argue with that?
I’ll never live this down. Putting on the small hat, Juice grimaces in the mirror one last time before taking what might as well be the walk of shame into the main room of the clubhouse where it is strangely quiet. Something that changed as soon as he came into view. To his eternal humiliation, the entire room is erupting in laughter.
Juice stood with his hand low on his hip absorbing the noisy blast with his eyes down, shaking his head. Jax is folded over into Opie’s chest with tears streaming. Opie has his eyes closed, clinging to Jax with his shoulders shaking. Piney’s chuckle is bouncing his whole body in his chair. He is coughing from his initial burst of laughter, wanting to stop but the red ruffle leg shorts peeking out from under the green flare of Juice’s top is hilarious. Bobby has resorted to just wheezing and pointing at the hat - short and floppy with a bell hanging from the top. Happy has one arm crossed over his chest, covering his face with his other hand to hide the mirth in his eyes, shaking his head.
Chibs and Tig have lost it completely. Their heads flopped down on the table as soon as Juice came out. Tig is occasionally slapping it with his ha-ha-ha laugh between blurting, “He wore the shoes! Oh God, the shoes!”
Chibs is alternating between leaning back in his chair gasping for air, holding his stomach and falling back onto the table.
Clay is perched on the end of the pool table, his chuckle is quiet but his smile is showing all his plus sized teeth. “Alright! Alright! Juice! For Christ’s sake, go take that shit off.”
“WAIT! We need a picture!” Tig chokes out.
Juice is confused. Take it off? “But what about the thing? With the kids? At the hospital?”
Tig who had stood up to get a picture almost fell onto the floor with laughter. Everyone loses it all over again while Juice takes the hat off uncertain of the joke.
Even Clay has to wipe his eyes before his baritone came rolling out over the noise of the others, “There is no thing, idiot. Now, take that shit off before somebody sees ya. We have a reputation to keep.”
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Sons & Sisters Chapter 2- Bad Reputation
That evening Ryan coasted her bike into the lot of Teller Morrow. By the amount of bikes parked in the lot she knew the Sons were in their clubhouse that sat opposite the shop.
Parking in line with them she dug in her cut for a pack of smokes, lighting one as she gazed upon the motorcycles that belonged to the Sons. Most of them adorned by some sort of reference to their MC, the image of a reaper on some, hand painted writing on others.
Getting off her bike she stomped out the cigarette with the heel of her black boot.
With the Sons in Chapel discussing their next shipment of weapons, Clay was cut off by the sound of a motorcycle revving loudly outside in the parking lot.
He stood to look out between the blinds, seeing an unfamiliar dark purple Dyna.
Joining him Jax recognized the woman on the standing in their lot.
"Medusas."
The men around the table stood and quickly made their way out the door. The group spilled out into the parking lot of the clubhouse seeing Ryan standing beside their line of bikes.
They stood there for a moment slightly confused as they watched the petite woman, who was casually looking at her phone before she tucked it into her cut.
She looked to the group of men as the opening of 'Bad Reputation' by Joan Jett started blaring through the speakers on her bike.
With a mischievous smile she walked towards the Son's bikes, looking at them almost as if she was waiting for some kind of signal.
As the words "I don't give a damn 'bout my reputation!" broke through the night air, Ryan gave the first bike a hard shove with her foot causing it to fall into the others, turning the neatly parked bikes into a pile.
Curses flew from their lips as she ran back to her bike, quickly tossing a leg over as she hit the throttle throwing gravel into the air and into the group of men who were quickly trying to pick up the fallen Harleys as she sped from the lot.
Juice was the first out, taking a left. Catching a glimpse of blonde hair ahead of him he bared down on the throttle in an effort to catch up.
As he got closer he could hear the music getting louder even over the rumble of bikes that were close behind him. He guessed she did too because he caught her eyes looking in the side mirror almost seeming to meet his.
She took a sharp right onto main street which was barren due to the hour of the night.
Following he was able to pull up right alongside her.
Looking to her right she locked eyes with the Son she saw the day before, his brown eyes tense but playful. As he came closer she stuck out a foot, meeting the front forks of his bike forcing him off the street.
"Shit!"
He drove up onto the sidewalk in order to avoid hitting a parked car.
Driving on the brick path for a bit until he was able to find an opening, almost hitting Happy when he did.
Jax was the closest to Ryan now as she took a sharp left down an alleyway.
She looked back seeing the group of Sons close in on her as she saw her destination ahead.
Hitting the brakes she slid her back wheel sideways in order to make the sharp turn into the lot. The garage door was open as planned, she sped into the bay sliding to a stop as the girls quickly closed the door behind her.
Driving into the lot Sons jumped off their bikes, a large tall gate closed behind them, effectively locking them in, which Jax realized was behind the tattoo studio.
The click of guns caught their attention, which caused them to draw their own weapons.
Out of the darkness a group of women surrounded them from all sides, weapons raised.
With both parties at gunpoint Petra stepped from the darkness, her long hair pulled into a ponytail which made her features even more prominent.
"Tell'em to put them down!"
Jax demanded, now pointing his gun at her.
"You first"
She smiled, crossing her arms over the front of her cut.
Jax thought for a moment more before lowering his arm, the rest of the club followed suit. Petra looked to her group of sisters.
"Ladies put'em down."
The Sons watched the women as they all holstered their weapons, while not taking their eyes off the group.
"What is this about?"
Clay asked, emerging from the group of men.
"Ah Mr. Morrow...I requested a meeting with you and it was refused. I had to get you here somehow."
"Sorry I wasn't interested in coming to your little tea party."
He smiled smugly at the woman before him, seeing Ryan come out of the garage.
"Your girl there did quite some damage to our bikes, knocking them over like that."
Petra turned, looking at her Sgt at Arms, who just shrugged and signed
*You told me to get them here, I got them here!*
Petra shook her head and looked back towards the large man.
"My apologies, you will be compensated for the repairs."
"What's all this about anyway?"
"As I'm sure you may know by now, we were here during your last few months of....incarceration."
"Yeah"
"I was hoping we could continue in the peaceful manner as we have been during that time."
He looked around at the women, then at his group of brothers. Looking back to Petra he sighed and nodded.
"You stay out of our way, we stay out of yours."
He held his large hand out, Petra placed her smaller one in his as they exchanged a handshake.
Master List. Chapter 1
Sons & Sisters Chapter 1- Sympathy for the Devil
(A/N: There will be use of sign language throughout the story. When a character is signing it will be marked using asterisk *like so*. This story also starts at the beginning of Season 4 of SOA)
Riding past the 'Welcome to Charming' sign Ryan sighed, they were almost home after the long run they had just made, her legs and back ached. The purple Dyna growled beneath her as they made their way into town, and even though she was not new to the club business, she was very aware of the amount of black market prescription drugs stowed in her hard saddlebags along with her sister's who surrounded her.
Charming was a decent town, as she came to learn over the last few months. Far different and much quieter than San Diego, but she was promised an Officers position if she assisted in chartering the new Charming Chapter of Medusas here.
At the sight of flashing lights her relaxed expression became stoney, even more so when she saw a line of Harleys stopped by the sheriff's department. The image of a reaper became clearer the closer they got.
Fresh out of prison the Sons of Anarchy sat on their bikes, the new Sheriff in town blocking the road.
The threat of taking their cuts had just left Roosevelt's lips when another group of bikes approached from the rear.
As they came closer Roosevelt waved them through the barricade. It was a group of women wearing black leather cuts, a patch of Medusa emblazoned on their backs.
They made their way past the Sons, the woman in front giving a curt nod to the Sheriff.
Even at the speed they were going Juice locked his brown eyes with a pair of green ones.
When the Sheriff finally let the Sons through they made their way to the clubhouse. Clay quickly called Chapel after a brief pause to be welcomed home by their friends and families.
After a few minutes of formalities and thanks, he looked to the members who weren't incarcerated with them, mainly Chibs.
"Who the hell were those bitches on the bikes?"
"Tha' would be the Medusas, they chartered their chapter here about six months ago."
Chibs answered in his thick accent
"They run the new tattoo parlor on Main Street."
"And?"
Clay asked, digging for more information.
"Dunno, they seem pretty clean. The Sheriff seems to be ok with 'em"
Clay paced for a minute before turning back towards his brothers.
"Jax, you and Juice go pay a visit to our new... business owners. See what you can find out."
His step son nodded looking towards Juice.
"We'll get it done."
The next afternoon the two men pulled up in front of the tattoo studio, 'Iron & Ink' written in delicate font across the front windows.
The soft tinkle of the bell above the door drew Devon's attention as the two Sons walked in. The dark skinned woman behind the front counter briefly looked them over before speaking to a woman sitting on a tattoo bench sketching.
"Ryan, get Petra."
The petite blonde looked up briefly at the men standing there, her eyes locking on a familiar pair of brown ones.
She gave a quick nod before abandoning her work and making her way into the back of the shop.
Juice watched her walk away in her black crop top covered by her cut and skinny jeans that seemed to hug her curves perfectly as her hips swayed with every step.
A swat to his chest from Jax pulled his attention away.
"Cut it out"
He murmured with a smirk after catching his brother openly staring.
A few moments later a woman with long dark hair emerged from the back, followed by two other women and Ryan.
As she stepped closer Jax could see the President patch sewn to the front of her cut.
"Mr. Teller"
Petra spoke with a surprising Southern accent, as the other women stood in a line behind her.
"I wondered when we would be getting a visit from the Sons."
"Well we've been a little....indisposed."
"Yes, we saw your little welcome home party yesterday."
"The new Sheriff in town felt the need to introduce himself."
"Oh Eli? He's a teddy bear, just trying to keep the riff raff out of Charming."
The corner of her lips tugged up in a smirk as she gave a pointed look at the two.
"Speaking of, when can I have a meeting with your President? Clay, correct?"
Jax squared his shoulders glaring at the woman. They came for a friendly visit, but the fact that she just openly called the Sons "riff raff" put a bad taste in his mouth.
Ryan stepped up beside her President, feeling the tension in the air. Juice watched as the small woman's body seemed to mimic that of Jax. That's when he spotted the Sgt at Arms patch on her chest, which oddly made her even more alluring.
"No meeting, just stay out of our way. You got that...Darlin?"
Jax almost growled, making 'Darlin' sound like an insult as they turned to walk out.
Petra stuck out her arm to stop Ryan from lunging forward.
"We'll see you soon Mr Teller."
As the doors closed behind the men Ryan turned to Petra using her hands she signed
*Want me to follow them?*
"No, you'll get to have your fun later."
Master List. Intro
Sons & Sisters - A Sons of Anarchy FanFiction- Master List
How will the Sons of Anarchy handle a new all female MC that has moved into Charming? Will the two MCs get along, or will certain relationships have to be kept in the dark?
Intro- The Medusas
CH 1- Sympathy for the Devil
CH 2- Bad Reputation
CH 3-Now Here You Go Again
CH 4- About A Girl
CH 5- Carried Away
CH 6- Dusk Til Dawn
CH 7- Iris
Sons & Sisters- Intro- The Medusas
Master List Chapter 1
An Unexpected Family Reunion- CH 40 End Scene
Previous. Masterlist.
It was Monday morning and somehow everyone in the Severide household managed to over sleep.
Sadie rushed to get dressed, brushing her hair up into a messy bun. She saw a folded up piece of paper on her night stand and mentally kicked herself for forgetting.
An Unexpected Family Reunion- CH 39 Planned
Previous. Masterlist.
As the patrol car disappeared from sight Sadie turned to Kelly, looking up to meet his eyes.
“Does this mean I can come home now?”
“Yes, yes it does.”