Katherine "Kat" Teller

“I hope to keep out of trouble… Do you think that I should stay in this town, Kat?” He asked then. “Why do you stay?”

“I think I’d miss you if you left. I think family’s important and with it being just you, me, and Jax...it’s important for the three of us to be together.” Yeah, there was also their mom. The club. But let’s be real. At the end of the day, the only people the Teller siblings could truly trust were one another. “But I also think, that at the end of the day, you need to do what’s best for you. If staying here means you’re just going to be miserable...”

Their mother had felt the need to leave Charming once too. But in the end, it had brought her back. She could only hope it would do the same for Tommy should he chose to go.

He gave Kat a knowing glance. “‘Spending time’, does that mean, ‘making out’?” He asked then as he tried not to smile. Tommy had seen the eyes Kat almost constantly made at Jax’ best friend. “I see things, sis.”

“Not always!” Sometimes, yeah. Sometimes it meant making out. But others? “Sometimes we just drink, talk...he sits with me while I paint, listens while I scream about Clay. You know, Opie stuff.” Opie stuff. Cause that explained it.

“Opie? What are you doing with him?” He asked with a small frown. “Kat… the man just got out of prison, he’s trying to reconnect with his wife. Shouldn’t you lay low for a while?”

And there it was, the small roll of eyes as Tommy mentioned Donna. “Now you sound like Mom. And Jax.” Jax who had told her in no uncertain terms to stay the fuck away from certain parts of Opie’s anatomy (as he knew telling her to stay away from Opie in general was a lost cause). Gemma had been a bit more gentle about it, but her message had been clear. Kat needed to be all in. If she went after Opie now, she needed to be ready to deal with everything that came with it.

Following her father’s gaze, the blonde frowned. Ever since Tommy...there’d been a weird sort of air in the house, a tension between her parents that she didn’t quite understand. It made her desire to be in the house less and less. The Clubhouse, however. That she was still all about. Her, Jax, Opie...wasting time when they probably should have been studying. Jax talking big about he was gonna have a kutte of his own someday.

It made Kat roll her eyes. 

But then JT and some of the others would come in and she’d perch herself on the arm of whatever chair her dad was sitting on, listening to the talk...the stories....

“Yeah, I know… I’ll get her to agree when she sees I feel well again.” He sat himself up a little and patted the bed. “How are you? I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“If you want me there when you talk to her, just say the word. I’ll totally back you up.” Because that’s what they did. The two of them and Jax. Backed one another up. 

And yes, she will totally take her favourite food as payment. Thanks.

“What did I tell you about leaving your laundry out with thong panties and bras hanging around on top of the machine? I’m not getting a thrill… But they’re only men, baby. No such thing as off-limits; you give them boundaries, unless you’re looking to pick somebody up…”

“I would hope it would take more than a few panties to get them riled up. Well, maybe not the prospects, but still...” If Tig or Happy got over excited by her laundry, then both of them seriously needed to get laid. And not by her. There was only one SAMCRO member she was interested in.

“ When? Wh-what happened? ”

Right? It was weird. When he had been alive, all Kat had wanted was for him to rot in hell. Or so she told anyone who would listen. But now that he was gone...there was nothing. No joy. No sadness. Just...nothing.

Though it was possible she was still processing. Realizing that ‘love him or leave him’, a person she had seen almost every day since she was fifteen was no longer going to be there.

He huffed out a chuckle and shook his head at her. No. Not a chance to pass by ragging on Clay.

Jax shifted from one foot to the other, frowning at her. “No. You need to be the one who ends this shit. You know him.” His friend was weak when it came to women. His sister. Stupid man.

“Then he’s a fucking idiot. You aren’t his wife. He’s got kids to think of. Jesus.”

"Jax...” Ending it was easier said than done. Had it been anyone else, she would have agreed. No problem. But this was...

It was Opie.

“I guess… I’ll probably be asleep somewhere halfway anyway. Just give me a nudge when I start to snore.” He had been tired that day and he knew that he had been pushing himself too hard. “how are you, sis? I haven’t seen much of you with the litttle one coming along.”

“She’s like that with all of us.” Tommy a little bit moreso, but Gemma still treated all of them like they were children. Like they were going to just do as she said without question. It had led to more than a few fights when she found out that wasn’t the case.