#tellermorrow

good morning darlings: this is my first SOA one shot about the undeniably sexy Jax Teller. please let me know what you all think (heart, comment, reblog) and request the next one you’d like to see. I hope this will be the beginning of a long journey together - enjoy! REQUEST.

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           She sat on the pavement outside of Teller – Morrow Mechanics, her black scuffed sneakers tapping impatiently against the ground, her dark eyes following the passing traffic. She hadn’t moved in over an hour, ignoring the encouraging words and desperate pleas from the people around her, numbing herself to any emotion that threatened her mind. Gemma had told her it could be hours until he finally showed up, and yet the young girl couldn’t pull herself away from the shop front, perking up each time the sound of a Harley echoed in her ears. Running her hand through her long straightened hair, she lifted her free hand to her lips, deeply inhaling the familiar taste of tobacco, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air above her as her thoughts drifted through the last two weeks. He had spent every day searching, desperate to feel something, while she sat at home caring for his children, making promises she couldn’t keep about when daddy would finally be home again.

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           She stumbled through the front door of his house, balancing a fussing Abel in her left arm, supporting a handful of grocery bags in the other. Abel clung to her neck, his loud sobs muffled in her t-shirt covered shoulder as she bounced him absentmindedly, whispering soft reassuring words into his small ear. “You’re okay, baby.” She spoke, kicking the door shut with the sole of her black knee high boot as she entered the kitchen, dropping the bags onto the countertop littered with dirty dishes. Turning towards Abel’s highchair, she froze as she saw his familiar figure sitting at the kitchen table, his gaze staring at the smoking ashtray, never glancing up as the girl placed the small boy in his protective chair, buckling him in and placing his favorite snack of cheese crackers on the dark gray tray.

           “Did you get me cigarettes?” Jax Teller asked as she walked away from the now happy child, returning to the mess of freshly bought groceries. Looking at the man she had been in love with for the last year, she let out a deep breath, digging through the brown plastic bags until she found the familiar red and white package. Walking into the connecting dining room, she drops the cigarettes on the table in front of Jax, picking up the half empty bottle of whiskey.

           “It’s two in the afternoon.” She says softly, ignoring the frustration lacing her veins as she walks back to the kitchen, tucking the bottle of alcohol back into its respective spot.

           “And?” Jax spit roughly, looking up at his girlfriend through his long strands of blonde hair.

           “It’s just a little early for that, don’t you think?” She asks, her hands on her hips as she watches Jax stand from his chair, shoving the new package of cigarettes into the pocket of his leather vest.

           “What I think, is that you should mind your own business.” Jax says pushing past the child eagerly reaching for him and stumbling through the front door without another word.

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            A motorcycle roars in the distance, pulling her thoughts back to now, where she watches his familiar bike turn into the parking lot, navigating easily through the rows of bikes that had been there all morning. She watches as he cuts the engine of his bike, taking another drag on her cigarette as he removes the helmet from his head, his shoulder length blonde hair falling instantly into place as he swings his leg to one side, climbing off his bike. Gemma, hearing the entrance of her son, exited the shop and started her decent across the pavement, meeting him halfway. The girl watches the mother and son embrace as she puts her cigarette out beside her, standing up from the ground as the rest of the club begins to crowd around them.

           “How are you, baby?” She hears Gemma ask as she pulls away from Jax just enough to place both her hands on the side of his face, examining the fresh cuts and bruises from last night. Their conversation is hushed as the girl begins to walk across the parking lot, her long hair blowing in the wind, her fists clenched at her side. She could feel the anger rising in her body, every feeling she had suppressed was pushing its way into her line of vision and she could do nothing but embrace it. She ignored the pleas of her name as she passed Chibs, shaking his hand off her arm when he tried to pull her away from the love of her life.

           Over his mother’s shoulder, he could see the 5’2 spitfire seething in his direction. She was livid with every reason to be. He had treated her poorly, disrespected her as if she was just another fly on the wall, and it wasn’t until he was locked up at the sheriff’s station for what seemed to be the millionth time in the last week that he realized he was losing her, the woman he had worked so hard to win over two years ago. Pulling away from Gemma, who was anxiously watching the situation unfold along with the remaining club members, Jax pulled the dark sunglasses from his baby blue eyes, allowing them to land on the small figure before him. “Hey.” He says softly, a small smile pulling at his lips and before anything else is said the girls hand is raising and sharply connecting with his cheek, the slap resonating throughout the silent parking lot.

           “Why?” she spits, her head shaking back and forth as Gemma places a comforting hand on her shoulder that she quickly shakes off. Jax licks his lips, ignoring the stinging in his cheek as he looks back at his old lady, for the first time recognizing what he has done to her. “Why would you fight him knowing damn well he had a gun?” she asks, tears beginning to slid down her cheeks, staining her tan skin with mascara. “Why do you think you can decide when you’re your done with this world?” Jax clenches his jaw, nodding his head, ashamed of himself and his actions. Since Opie’s death he had felt nothing but guilt, feeling like he should have done more, feeling like he should have fought harder. Last night was a minor bar fight, the guy was talking shit, Jax punched him, the guy pulled a gun and Jax told him to pull the trigger. Jax was praying he would shoot him, kill him like he deserved. He never realized what he would have been leaving behind, until now. “Why would you want to leave me?” She cries, her voice lowering as the tears fall harder, and watching her, Jax can feel his heart shattering into pieces.

           Jax reaches out for his girl, attempting to grab the hands that she pulls from his grip. He can feel his own tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just, I,” The words are there, everything he’s wanted to say to her, everything he’s wanted to explain to her, it’s settled on the tip of his tongue, unmoving no matter how hard he tries. He can see the disappointment in her eyes, sense the heartbreak as she bites on her bottom lip, holding in her sobs in front of all of their friends as her eyes study his. “I-”

           “You what?” she interrupts, furiously wiping the tears that fall down her foundation covered cheeks. “Say something, Jax or I swear to god I will get in my car and you won’t ever see me again.” She spits, shaking her head as Jax runs a hand through his hair, fumbling with the rings on his fingers, doing everything he can not to look at her, not to see the hurt he is causing her. There’s a tension filled silence that settles between the uneasy pair as their fellow club members watch on from a far, unsure of how to comfort the restless couple. The young girl laughs in disbelief, shaking her head as she takes a step closer to the man before her. “You aren’t shit, Jax Teller.” She says, poking him in the chest with her perfectly manicured finger. “I, I deserve better.” She sobs, slapping his chest in frustration. When he doesn’t respond the girl closes her fists, punching and pushing at the perfectly toned muscles, releasing all the built up anger she worked so hard to swallow. He had been grieving he had lost his best friend but by doing it on his own, he was losing the love of his life too. Jax stood tall, noticing that the club members had left, leaving them alone as she continued the minor assault on his body, hoping that he felt the pain he had put her through.

           “I’m sorry,” he says, grabbing her wrist gently and pinning them between their two bodies as he wraps his arms around her shaking frame, letting her sobs soak into his black hoodie. He pressed his lips to her head, ignoring her pleas to let her go as his own tears fell down his cheeks, hating himself for what he had done to her. “I’m so, so sorry.” He cries into her hair, the two of them falling slowly to the pavement beneath them, Jax cradling her in his arms. Her violent attempts at getting away from him cease as he rocks her back and forth, kissing her head continuously. “I know I fucked up. I know I haven’t treated you how you deserve to be treated. I know that. And I’m so fucking sorry for that.”

           Sitting up from where her head is buried into his chest, she looks up into his baby blue eyes. “I gave you time because I know losing Opie was hard.” She says, her hand clutching at the fabric at the bottom of his sweatshirt. “But I loved him too.” Jax nods his head, knowing that he wasn’t the only one who lost someone. She had been friends with Opie too, and instead of thinking about her, he thought only about himself. “I needed you, Jax. I just wanted you to need me too.” His heart falls into his stomach, staring into her eyes as she bares her soul to him. He was everything to her, and he just walked all over her, knowing she would let him. She cooked, clean, took care of his children, and he repaid her by bar fight arrests and worrying her when he decided not to come home.

           “I do.” He says softly, his nose brushing against hers, her eyes fluttering closed at their first intimate contact in weeks. “I need you.” He whispers, his breath hot on her lips as she inhales his familiar scent of smoke and cologne. She missed this, she missed him. Unable to stop himself, he presses his lips to hers desperately, needing to stop her tears, needing to see her happy again. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she kisses him back with so much force her head begins to spin. This was the Jax she fell in love with. The criminal with the soft side that was only for her. This was what she had been waiting for. “I’m sorry.” He mumbles into her mouth as his tongue wrestles with hers, pleading for forgiveness.

           Needing air, she pulls away, resting her forehead on his as she examines his face, intimately for the first time. “You look like shit.” She says teasingly, a laugh escaping both of their lips as she raises her hand, tracing the cuts and bruises along his handsome face.

           “You should see the other guy.” Jax jokes back, running his hands through her long straight hair. Taking a deep breath, he traces his thumb across her cheekbone, placing another soft kiss upon her lips. “I love you.”

           “I love you too, big head.” She smiles, pecking his lips.