Never Kiss and Teller

Plan B

Tapping my foot nervously, I waited in the office as SAMCRO gathered for their emergency meeting. I'm sure after one of the club member's is found dead in his lookout van, it is something worth a meeting. Clay told me to stay out of the clubhouse until after they talked, assuming that I would actually listen once he closed the doors. I had just as much to say in regards to my dad then they did. 

Twiddling my thumbs, I knew this was to avoid the confrontation between me and a certain VP. And to be fair, I wasn't ready to deal with him either. Did he even know I was back? Probably not, but Clay wanted to avoid that topic until after they discussed business. To put it into words, we had a rough history. One I was hoping not to dig up.

 I sat in the office chair looking around the room. Old car posters on the wall, a mess of a filing cabinet spewing papers across the floor. Picking up a small flopped over picture frame, I smiled to myself. This was a picture of my dad with Clay and John. A long time ago, probably before I even knew what my father did for work.

 I got up from the chair, reminiscing in the old time. When things seemed just a little bit simpler. This was the day my dad got assigned his position, I was so proud of him. I thought this was some be promotion, that we would be home more because he got more of a cut of the profits. I was very wrong, this made him home even less.

The door to the office squeaked open, alerting me to the intimidating form lurking in the door way.
"I'll be damned, Mira Jane is actually standing in my office,"
I turned around and Gemma Teller stood there, her classic leather apparel, still hugging her body just right, her hair curled and not a strand out of place.
"Hi Gemma," I stated going in to hug her. She returned the favor with no hesitation.
"I heard about your old man. I'm so sorry sweetheart" She consoled me with a gentle run of my shoulder.  

"Are you going to be staying long?" She asked, setting her purse on the desk with a thunk. I always wondered what she carried around in that thing. 

"I don't think I really have a choice," she rose an eyebrow at me, Clay obviously hadn't filled her in on everything.

Bobby walked in the office, his beard swishing side to side with each step. Gemma watch him carefully, she was trying to piece everything together as we speak.
"Mira come on in," I nodded and Bobby greeted Gemma with a brief smile as we walked back into the parking lot. 

As soon as my boots hit the pavement, I felt the ache in my chest. That bubbling anxiety peaking through the cracks of my stone visaed. And as I approached the club huddled around the Harley's... 

 I say him...

Jaxon Teller

He leaned up against a bench beside the parked bike. Tara leaning on him possessively as I approached. The very sight of her started to grind my gears. She was the biggest evil, maniacal woman I had ever met. And trust me, I met a lot of bat shit women in my time in Charming. But she was a whole other ball park. And yet Jax still didn't see the shit she had stirred up in his life just my being present in it. 

"Okay girly, I think we figured out a plan for you," Clay stated, interrupting my thought of how to cave Tara's nose in. Deliberately, I avoid the eye contact with the blond man and turned to Clay.

"And what is that?" I didn't trust Clay, but at this time. I didn't have a choice. So I prepared to here him out. 

"We got into a little ordeal with the guys who murdered you pops," Clay started and my teeth started to grind, "These men that targeted your dad. They aren't the nicest guys and for the time being we need to figure out a place for you to be safe." I rolled my eyes as he continued,

"You can stay in the club house, will leave someone here with you at all times. Set a guy on each exit. There is food, a bed, a warm place to tuck that pretty little head of yours. At least, until we can figure this out." I smirked. This was perfect, I had to stay in the clubhouse with lunatic lucy over there and half the mafia after me. While trying to plan a burial for my dead father. Peachy

"And what am I supposed to do about my job?" I asked, the annoyance clearly in my tone.

I had a life, a profession back home. To hold up in Charming for a few weeks. Put me in a very bad position, and threatened all the hard work and reputation, I was trying to build up for myself.
"They put a hit on your family. Probably due to your dad giving us the intel on their warehouse. It isn't safe for you anywhere but here." Clay barked and I rolled my eyes. 

"Great, then I'm practicing in town. Working will be the one thing that actually keeps me sane." Clay rolled his eyes
"Alright, but you stay at the clubhouse otherwise." I nodded and folded my arms over my chest.
"I have my stuff back at a hotel on Roland street," I claimed, as Clay waved Juice over.
"Alright, Juice can take you to get what you need with the truck." I nodded and everyone dispersed slowly as the discussion came to an end. 

"Oh and we are having a party tonight, we go among normal business," the guys hooted and clapped each other on the back as they walked away. Tara glared daggers my way, as Jax got up from his seat.

 
"Haven't seen you in a long time." He spoke as he stood with his typical Jax expression. His hands shoved into his jean pockets.

"Wish the visit was on better circumstances." I shrugged, playing off the fact I wasn't comfortable talking with him.

"Sorry about your old man," I nodded as a way to say thanks. After years of not speaking, this was exactly how I imagined this going. 100% awkward.

"Heard you had another kid," I stated, "Congratulations." Jax pulled out a cigarette and searched his pockets for a lighter.

 
"Yeah, we had Thomas about 7 months ago." I looked over his shoulder at Tara.

 
"And you choose her to be the mom?" I whispered under my breath.

"Your house sure sounds busy." I smiled and he took a puff from the cigarette. 

"Busy is an understatement," He smiled back.

"Mira, how good to see you," Tara fake smiled. Extending a hand out to me. I looked at her outstretched palm and I laughed at her.

"Sorry just have a hard time liking you after you hit me with your car."  Tara gritted her teeth at the reminder of our not so good encounter years ago. Jax' face showed no emotion, which I wasn't surprised. He rarely let you know how he felt, and with what he does for a living. He is very good for the role.

"Good chat, but I need to go find Juice," I smiled and said my goodbyes before turning on my heels and walked towards the truck. This wasn't a good start. And I knew this was going to make my stay more complicated