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Warnings: language, mention of violence
Category: hurt/comfort, romance, friendship
Chapters: 7/20? (can be more, depending on how I break it up if I do)
Jo turned in the bed restlessly. She couldn’t even close her eyes, let alone sleep a single minute. Her mind was full of Peter. She’d tried to reach him all day but he hadn’t answered the phone. In the end Jo could understand him. After all he probably thought that she bailed on him. Who wouldn’t have? On the other hand she was also angry with him. She might not be the perfect girl he’d imagined she was but Jo thought higher of him than being someone who couldn’t handle some unexpected events or get bent out of shape for finding out there might be more to her than what he’d known so far.
What really pissed her off though, was that he wasn’t able to fathom that her family was in need. These people had been there for her at a point in her life when both him and his family would have likely resented her. When his sister’d been in trouble – what meant her boyfriend cheated on her, nothing as serious as what her people had to deal with – Peter’d done everything in his power to help her.
She’d moved in with them for half a year with her dog even though Peter was allergic to the hair. Yet, it’d been completely natural that they’d given her a helping hand.
Jo stiffened, alarmed immediately when she heard a car stopping in front of the house. The guys were out, dealing with club business so she was on her own, aware of the fact nobody would be there to protect her if anything was to happen. Not that she really needed protection though. She reached under the pillow for her gun when she heard a knock on the door. Her fingers tightened around the base and she rolled out of the bed, went to the window with her back bent. She couldn’t see a single thing as she peaked out, not even the car that she’d heard stopping somewhere close.
There was a knock on the door and her body stiffened alerted. If anyone was here to kill you, they wouldn’t knock, she scolded herself with a roll of her eyes. However, she remained cautious, her limbs tensed as she tiptoed to the door as quietly as possible with the old wooden floor creaking under her feet in the still, silent air. She stopped at the door without turning the lights on and took a deep breath.
“Who is it?” She asked, her grip on the gun firm, the safety off, ready to shoot any person who stood at the other side and she didn’t know.
“It’s me… Peter.” Jo let out a sigh she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. Her hold on the weapon lightened and she pushed the safety back. The tension quickly ran out of her body as soon as she’d heard his muffled voice. She put the gun on the small table next to the door and turned the lights on, in the hall before she turned to open the door.
Peter looked at her with a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. She certainly wasn’t the only one having trouble with sleeping. His eyes fell to the gun on the table and his face pulled into a grimace.
“God,” he scoffed, closed his eyes and shook his head, his hand falling to his side.
“It’s only for being guarded, just in case,” Jo said, and cursed herself mentally for putting the weapon into his line of sight. She should be more cautious. Where the hell did she put her right mind? “Would you like to come in?” She asked, cleared her throat and took a small step to the side so he’d have a free path inside.
“Yeah.” Peter nodded, moving past by her with heavy steps, avoiding to even glance at her. She let out a sigh and closed the door after her eyes scanned the area.
Peter sat to the table, his fingers entwined above the top as he watched Jo stopping in front of him, and leaning against the sink. An awkward silence fell over them and Jo reached for the pack of cigarette that laid on the the top of the counter next to her fingers. Peter raised an eyebrow when Jo lit the cigarette.
“Okay, this is insane,” he exclaimed finally with a shake of his head as she breathed the smoke out.
“I know and I’m sorry you had to realize I’m not perfect,” Jo said with a firm voice. She kept his gaze, unwavering. She had nothing to be ashame of, nothing at all. “But remember, Peter, you wanted me to come back. Now the cat is out of the box and it might not be pretty and you might not like it but this is also me.” The edge in her voice made him look away. She bit her bottomlip and waited for him to say something.
“Joanie…” He sighed as he ran a hand over his hair before he stood from the table and stepped to her. “It isn’t about you not being perfect,” he said, took the cigarette from her hand and dropped it into the ashtray. He placed his index finger under her chin and lifted it, so he could meet her gaze.
“It’s just that…,” He swallowed, trying to find the words, the right words to say, to explain how terrifying everything had become in a blink of an eye. No, he didn’t like Jo from Charming who smoked and dressed like a biker slut but his Joanie was in there as well and he had no idea how to reach her. “It feels like you’re shutting me out… Like you’re slipping away fast and unstoppabbly.”
“I’m not.” Jo shook her head and took his hand from her face into her own. She felt like shit for making him feel that way but she didn’t know what else she could do to reassure him other than try and explain that this was a family emergency and that obviously didn’t work. “You know I love you.”
“I’m not so sure about that anymore.” Peter pulled his hand from hers and glanced away. Jo’s heart skipped a beat, and she opened her mouth to say something, anything but she wasn’t even certain what that something should be anymore.
“What? How can you say that?” She asked after a couple of moments spent in heavy silence. Yes, she knew it was rough for Peter to accept that she had to stay in Charming for a little longer and that he wasn’t fan of the idea of her spending more time with Jax but… Jo bit her bottomlip, her fingers tapped against the edge of the sink. She felt like she was being torn into two. Clearly, for Peter everything she’d done for the club represented some kind of betrayal but for her, leaving them now would have been the ultimate betrayal.
“What about Jax, Joanie?” His eyes were set on her, watching her close. He meant to ask that question for quite a while. They were too close, way too close for his like.
“Jax is…” Jo started with the intention to explain that they were only friends but ‘Smoke On The Water’ began booming from her cell, cutting her off. She sucked her bottomlip between her teeth and rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably. She knew perfectly well who was calling in the middle of the night. She shuffled uncomfortable, knowing it was Jax. Jo stood there unmoving, gazing the phone on the table and Peter in front of her, trying to figure out what to do.
“I should get that,“ she said quietly, moving around Peter, feeling his eyes in her back. “I’m here,” she answered and cleared her throat. She turned to Peter, watched him walking to the window, folding his arms and just staring ahead, the bottom of his neck turning into a shade of red.
"Come to the clubhouse, now,“ Jax commanded with a rushed, strained tone, the noise of a roaring engine could be heard as a background noise.
"Why exactly?” She asked back with an edge in her voice. She wasn’t one of his pets to order around like that. If he said jump, she wouldn’t ask how high.
"Because I asked you, dammit,” Jax snapped through the muffled noises of the others coming from around him.
“You commanded, didn’t ask. There’s a difference…”
"Bobby got shot. So please, Jo, would you be so nice to come to the clubhouse?” Jax scoffed with a strained voice.
Her pulse rate jumped higher right away. She bit the inside of her cheek, her eyes moved to Peter again, “Yeah, I’ll be there.” She ended the call and cleared her throat to get his attention. “I gotta go.“
"What happened?” Peter asked, watched her pulling the bag out from under the sink that she kept the first aid stuff in. Jo looked up at him, threw the bag over her shoulders, and knew another lie was inevitable.
"One of the guys fell with the bike and you know how they are, not fan of hospitals and all.” The words slipped from her lips as she looked him straight in the eyes like it was the most natural thing to lie to him. “We’ll finish this when I’m back, okay?” Peter eyed her suspciously, obviously not entirely believing her story.
"Peter?” Jo tapped her feet impatiently as she pulled her hair into a ponytail. asked an eyebrow
“Yeah, go,” he said before he turned his back to her as he walked back to the window, his hands in his pocket.
‘I’ll try to hurry.” Jo walked up behind him and patted a small kiss on the side of his cheek before she started out.
“You know old man, next time you wanna see me, just give me a call.” Jo patted Bobby on the shoulder with a light chuckle after getting rid of the bullet.
“What? Don’t you appreciate what I’m willing to do for you?“ Bobby laughed as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a sip.
"Of course I do. I might even break up my engagement and marry you.” Jo cackled and stood up, reached into her pocket when her phone buzzed. ‘One new message’, she read and unlocked the screen to check it. 'You need some time. It’s the best if we don’t talk for a while. Call me when you’re ready to let me in.’ She stood there, completely stunned, the world around her closing in.
“Hey, baby girl, can you check Jax, too?“ Gemma stepped to her, brought Jo out of her haze.
"What?” She looked up from the phone, tried to focus but all she could think of was the message.
"Jax got a cut on his forehead, it should be cleaned,“ Gemma said slowly. She watched Jo with a raised eyebrow. "Are you alright?”
"Peachy.” Jo pushed the cell back into her pocket, grabbed her bag and walked to Jax at the other end of the room.
She sat down in front of him, looking anywhere but to his eyes. Her face was flaming up. Her mind was clouded and she was having trouble to breath. All she wanted was to get out from the dark, airless space before she snapped.
“It will sting,” she said, poured some antiseptic on a cottonball and pushed it against the wound across his forehead. Her lips were set into a straight line and she bit the inside of her cheek. Jax flinched a little but the expression that Jo wore bothered him more than the slight pain.
"What’s the matter?“ He asked, his gaze searched her face as he pulled back slightly.
"You’re done,” she said, and practically kicked the chair out from under her as she jumped up.
"What the hell?“ Jo heard Jax cursing under his breath but she didn’t even glance his way. She
grabbed her bag and rushed out, knocked everyone out of her way, knowing she would explode if anyone said a single word to her.
"Jo!” Jax’s voice came from behind her as she pushed the door open with a hard move.
The chilly air hit her and she inhaled deeply, welcomed the fresh chilly air cooling her burning face.
“What the hell happened?“ Jax asked when he finally caught up with her and gripped her elbow lightly.
"Nothing.” Jo glared at him before she pulled her arm out of his touch and started to her car with.
“What’s going on?“ Tig watched cautiously as she passed by him with Jax hot on her heels. The tension nearly palpable, spread out like a wire between them.
"You know, Jax, I was wondering why Tara isn’t here.” Jo turned to face Jax so suddenly, he nearly walked into her. Her eyes were blazing, her back snapped straight.
„What?“ He staired at her dumbfounded, the question caught him off guard. Where was that even coming from?
“You know, your girlfriend who just happened to be a doctor,” Jo snarled and threw the bag with the first aid stuff into the car before she shut the door hard. Her finger fumbled with the chain on her bag.
"I don’t see how that’s important now but she doesn’t wanna get involved with club business,“ Jax replied with a shrug as he watched her warily.
"Oh, so princess still doesn’t want her hands getting dirty. How sweet.” She snorted and made a face.
“She doesn’t wanna get into this shit. So what?“ Jax threw his arms in the air. He understood. He didn’t want to be in this crap either. He was working to turn the club to the right direction exactly because of this because he wanted to stop the constant bloodshed and terror they and their families had to deal with.
"Great. You even like it, don’t you?” Jo scoffed. Jax opened his mouth to reply, his eyes narrowed at her but she gave him no chance. "Funny how it doesn’t seem to be a problem with me. It’s just fine for Jo to get her hands bloody, to put the weight of the world on her shoulders. Just ordering Jo around because, hey this is Jo, she belongs to you, right?” Her words, how she spit them into his face were like a slap in the face. He counted on her because she was the only person who he trusted, not because he used her or thought less of her. “Well, let me enlighten you, Jax, I don’t belong to you, never did because you never wanted me,” she stated with a hard voice. “And about Tara? I think it’s ridiculous how she can’t accept the club because you are the club.” She pointed at him. “If she doesn’t love SAMCRO, she doesn’t love you.” Finally, the words that she’d supprassed for so long were out.
“You sound like Gemma,” Jax said in a low voice, glaring at her.
"Have you ever thought maybe because we’re right?“ Jo laughed without humor and shook her head.
"No. I think in your case it’s because you’re still jealous,” Jax snapped back at her and her eyes widened, her fingers tightened around the chain hanging from her bag.
"If you think I’m still a jealous little girl, then I’m not the one who has to grow up, Teller,” she said with a cold tone before she teared the chain off and threw it into his face with the ring hanging from it. She jumped into the car, shut the door behind her loud, leaving Jax standing there shocked with what had just gone down between them.
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