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Drabble? Are these even drabbles? These are long af. 

Anywho;

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Jax and Clay both threw their heads back in a sigh as Max bounded up to get on the back Of Paddy’s bike. They shared a look, both completely done with her shit. They’d told her not to come, told her not to sway Juice and to be safe.

BUT NO! To be fair, who were they kidding. She was a law unto herself. Though she could be very nurturing and caring, she was also a fighter. Too much energy for her own good, too. 

“Onward, ho!” She grinned, fist pumping the air and avoiding eye contact with her family.

They actually got the barn in one piece, despite another set of ‘peelers’, as the Irish called ‘em. She mostly stood about, picking at straw once they got there. She had no real interest for guns, but liked to make sure they had all the help they might need. Then, during her absentmindedness and daydream, the barn doors shut.

Amongst all the panic that seemed to erupt, it all happened. After both Jax and Paddy tried to shield Max and royally failed, as she pushed them both behind a haystack pile first, Paddy jumped up onto the truck to get the to ram the door. As soon as the door was smashed in, everyone zipped out.

Still seeing people of the truck, Max darted for it, jumping up and shoving people and screaming for them to get their arses off the damn thing and made a grab for Paddy. Those that were inside the truck tried to make a dash for it, too. 

KABOOM

Max and Paddy were propelled forward, as were a great many. Max felt a searing pain in the back of her legs, as it was burnt from the blast. And slightly impaled with bits of truck. She also had the wind knocked out of her as she the ground, head hitting it hard.

“Oh, cuntbags!” She growled, as she felt the pain slice on the side of her face. “That’s a new one.” Came Paddy’s chuckled beside her. “Oh, thank fuck.” She exclaimed, suddenly moving to reachh for him. “Well, I’d say thank you, but that is also a good summary of things.” He rolled over, letting her reach him. He frowned. “You’re hurt.” “Small price to pay for trying to save people. See, this is why they bring me.” She smirked, then seemed to realise the gravity of the situation.”Jax! Dad!” “We’re good.” Jax grumbled.

She tried to stand, but just ended up falling into Paddy’s arms. A few watched, including Chibs, Jax and Clay, as they seemed to look at each other. Paddy moved some hair out of her face to inspect the graze the covered the right side of her face, from her eyebrow to her cheekbone. Then he saw the way Maxine bit her lip, who then blushed from being caught. She tried to walk off, but the sheer stinging sensation in her leg. Paddy then, without so much as a second thought, scooped her up and began carrying her.

“You don’t have to do this, Paddy.” She mumbled. “You just saved my arse, lass. Least I can do.” He answered. She looked up at him, then smiled and wrapped her arms round his neck to help his job. “Aye. I did, that.” She beamed. “Could have lost a lot of men if you didn’t.” McGee added. “You’re a lucky charm, lassie.” Liam added. “Yeah, SAMCRO’s lucky charm.” Chibs concurred.” Thanks for saving Paddy’s jiblets.” “What can I say, you guys are family. Your still Sons.” She shrugged, somehow finding Paddy’s eyes again. “You guys are sickening.” Happy growled.” Just kiss.” “What now?” Max asked. Paddy looked to Jax and Clay.

Clay and Jax shared a looked, sort of nodded, nodded to Paddy and then somehow, Max was still shocked when his kiss came. She wanted to enjoy it, but reason had to voice itself.

Just want to write something atm, because I’ve got such a keen for writing rn - which I haven’t had as strongly like this for YEARS! Used to be able to whack out fics all the time when I was 15/16.

So, I’m going for a Padraic/Patrick Telford fic. I put the name like that, because on the Wiki, it’s Padraic, and Chibs does call him Paddy - but when Father Ashby is talking to Jax after the barn (which I will be changing the canon of in this fic) he says he is sorry about ‘Patrick’, so... yee. 

I’ve noticed more of y’all are liking and stuff, so I wanted to thank you lovely folks! It’s also helping my keen for writing!!! Love ya’s!

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When Jax arrived at the airport, he groaned at the sight of his younger sister. After exchanging words with Oswald, already exacerbated by the fact his mother had jumped on board the mission, here was Max.  Max was born around the time her older brother, Thomas, died. It was one of Gemma’s saving graces whilst John was off in Belfast at the time. When she was born, there had been joke upon joke about calling the new kid ‘Max’, to rhyme with Jax. So much so, that Tig was the first to exclaim, ‘Maxine!’, when she turned out to be a girl. 

“Max, for Christ’s sake!” Jax groaned.” Why do you keep doing this?” “Don’t say I don’t help when I stowaway.” She smirked. He looked to Clay, who merely shrugged in defeat. “Let’s get going.” He sighed.

The plane ride was fairly non-eventful. Though, Juice had to keep apologising for letting the young firecracker persuade him into coming with. She always preferred to ride on the back of a Harley with one of the guys. It made her mother a bit nervous, but the girl was determined to give her a heart attack. She was currently behind Chibs, as they pulled to a stop as they finished part of their road journey to the Belfast Clubhouse.

As the men greeted each other, Max took a moment to stretch her legs out. The Belfast charter were quite surprised to see a young woman joining the party. A few of the men, including some of the SAMCRO guys, watched intently at she gave a few lunges and various stretches.

“You alright there, lass?” O’Neill asked, a little amused by the actions. “Aye.” She grinned.” Just stretching out. Else my legs and back have a moan at me.” “You must be Max Teller.” McGee spoke up. “Yip.” She nodded, moving forward to accept the hand he offered out to shake. “Keith McGee.” “Pleasure.” “Aye, but the pleasure’s all ours.” Chib’s nephew spoke up.

Max smirked a little, before they all got back on their bikes. Was all plain sailing until they hit the police. SAMBEL were quite impressed when Max showed to hold her own before they were all arrested. Gemma was pissed, and helped to crash the van. Paddy helped her out.

“What the hell was that?” Jax asked, putting a hand on his sister’s shoulder. “Welcome to Ireland.” Paddy winked.

After interrogating the remaining officers, it was then time to head to the clubhouse. Finally. This time, much to Gemma’s chagrin, she had been on the back of Padraic’s bike. As Maureen made her way over, she was stunned to see the young girl. 

“Thanks for the ride, Paddy.” Max thanked him. “No problem, love.”

Max skipped off into a run to catch up with her brother, mother and step-father to meet the two other women linked to the Belfast charter. Max was a slender girl of 5′7, maybe just under, with long purple hair. Dyed, of course. If only one could have naturally purple hair. 

It was bad enough that Gemma was seeing the resemblance in Trinity, but the Max bounced up next to her and Gemma nearly had a heart attack from seeing them stand together, so close in age. 

Over the course of the day, even Maureen struggled with seeing Max. Especially, when she and Triny seemed to get on so well. In addition, Jax and Clay were vaguely bothered to see Paddy getting so familiar with their Max. Even Chibs was conflicted, as he watched the two interact.

Max had to admit she found him pretty cute. And he, her. They partially forgot why the SAMCRO charter were here, as they laughed and conversed with one another. 

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