Sons of Anarchy Imagines

There was a knock on your office door, which caught you off guard since you hadn’t been expecting anyone. “Come in.” Your eyes widened at the sight of your visitor, “Jax…”

“I know I’m not supposed to be here,” he made sure to close the door behind him, “but I had to see you,” there was sympathy in his eyes, “I had to know that you were okay.”

You tensed in your chair as he neared, his very presence almost frightened you, in fear of you inability to control yourself around him. “I’m fine-” Your eyes spoke another truth. “Really.”

You fidgeted with your wedding ring, a personal reminder of what your husband would do to you if he caught you talking to Jackson Teller again.

Jax took notice, staring down at your ring in defeat, “If he lays one hand on you I want you to call me.”

“I’m not your problem Jax- You can’t just keep rescuing me-”

“Problem?” He neared closer, stepping passed your desk, making his way over to your side.

“What are you doing here?”

You looked up from your drink to see your dad slowly towering into the clubhouse. “What does it look like I’m doing pop?” You held up your whiskey in reply.

There was obvious frustration in his eyes as he peered down over you, casting a shadow that blocked what little light that did get into the clubhouse. “I told you to stop coming around here, there’s too much shit going down.”

There was a strain in his voice that you paid no mind to, “Come on pop, you’re always saying that.” You waved him off.

Opie strides in, stopping short when he spots the two of you.

“Ope could you talk some sense into him please?”

Opie glanced from you to Piney, back and forth, “Wh-”

Piney had enough, “Get her out of here,” he commanded before proceeding to the chapel.

Opie slowly wandered over, “What’s that all about?”

There was no escaping it, Abel Teller had grown up to become the very thing                                    his father fought so hard to prevent. 

The Teller brothers,                  Thomas wanted out,                                         while Abel wanted in. 

PART 1 HERE

It was early, sleep was almost impossible since you ran into a certain someone the other day, so you decided to get a head start on your day as you made your way to the front yard to grab the morning paper. Coffee at hand, and in a slight daze, you sighed as you reached down.

“Hey.”

Startled, you looked up, finding the last person you would have thought to be walking through your neighborhood.

“Jax?” You asked looked out past him, “I didn’t hear you pull up.”

He squinted against the early rising sun, “Yeah I parked down the block, didn’t wanna wake your folks.”

You looked back at the house, hoping they were indeed still asleep, “Thanks.”