This is my first attempt at fanfiction. I recently started watching SoA again from the beginning. And oh boy, Jax Teller still does it for me. Please note that my first language isn’t English and I just wrote something for fun. Feedback is appreciated.
This fic is about Jax and an original character. All original Sons of Anarchy characters are not mine. (Also not my gifs)
Summary: Alexandra is on a roadtrip on the vintage Harley she inherited from her dad. When she first meets Jax things don’t go very smoothly. But destiny brings them together again.
Warnings: violence, sexual harassment, smut (eventually)
Jax and the boys stopped for gas and a smoke on their way back to Charming. Leaning against their bikes they inhaled the deadly smoke while Chibs was filling up his bike.
Right then a vintage Harley drove up to stop for gas.
Tig immediately noticed the girl on the bike while the others were still drooling over the bike itself. He elbowed Bobby. “Shit, look at that ass!” He quietly whistled.
The boys turned their attention to the girl on the bike. She got off, filled up her bike and took off her helmet while walking to the shop to pay. To them it looked like she walked in slow motion. Her blonde hair flowed around her, her jeans fit like a glove. The leather jacket she was wearing was almost too small for her ample boobs.
Jax nodded. “Damn.” He said simply.
While the girl was inside the shop, Juice called dibs.
“No way, man. She’s mine.” Jax proclaimed.
“Hey, that’s not fair!”
“I’m prez, there’s nothing fair about it.” Jax smirked.
The other guys groaned in defeat.
While the lads were still trying to convince Jax to retreat, some douche with a neon green truck stopped by the gas station as well. He noticed the vintage Harley too and continued to sit on the bike while his equally douchey friend took pictures.
By now the hot blonde walked back to her bike, helmet in hand. Her calm expression immediately changed.
Bobby was curious about this interaction.
“Look at this boys, I wonder how this is gonna play out.”
“Yeah,” Jax said while stepping on his cigarette bud. He moved to intervene, but Tig held him back by the shoulder.
“Don’t man, I need some entertainment. If things go south, we step up.”
“Alright, we’ll see.” They all leaned against their bikes again, watching the situation play out.
“Ten bucks on the chick.” Tig said.
Alexandra saw this asshole sitting on her vintage bike. The beautiful vintage black Harley she inherited from her father. And something snapped inside.
“Get the fuck off my bike.”
The douches stopped taking pictures and turned around. Their leery eyes were slowly roaming over her body. She fumed even more.
“Why, is this your bike, sweetheart?” The one sitting on her bike asked.
“Yeah, and I’m not going to ask again.”
He had the nerve to snort.
“Come on now, babe. No need to get all bitchy.” He then grabbed her ass and that was the final blow. No saving him now.
Alex lifted her heavy helmet and smacked him right on the face. He groaned in agony while falling off her bike. His broken nose bleeding fiercely.
“Thanks,” sarcasm dripping off the small word. “If you ever touch a woman without her permission again, I will find you and fuck up more than your nose.”
The other dude held up his hands in surrender.
“Jesus, that bitch is psycho!” They scrambled off together in that ridiculous truck.
Alex wanted to get the fuck out of there when she heard hoots and laughs behind her. She sat on her bike when a smirking blond guy stepped up to her.
“You alright?”
“Uhu.”
“My friends out there were convinced you could handle yourself. They weren’t wrong.”
Alex didn’t say anything. She could not handle any more dudes trying to hit on her today. Even if the dude in question was a smoking hot biker.
He scratched the back of his head awkwardly when she didn’t respond.
“Eh, nice Harley you’ve got there.” He tried.
“Yeah?” Alex said unimpressed. She put on her helmet and drove off.
Jax saw the beautiful woman drive off, quite literally in the sunset.
Behind him the boys were laughing at him.
“Well, well, Jackie boy. Looks like you’ve lost your touch.” Chibs said.
Tig joined in. “That’s no ordinary crow eater, man.”
“Whatever, let’s go.”
Jax knew there was something there. He couldn’t help but wonder about her. Where did she come from? Who was she? He was determined to find out.