#jeremiah002

[angelway]

Status: closed @jeremiahthcne​

Location:  Thane Autoshop

Angel stands with one foot resting atop the other, awkwardly trying to keep her balance while she keeps her hands clasped behind her back. She looks around while she waits. So this is what the inside of a mechanic’s garage looks like? Huh. It’s nothing special. Exactly what she imagined it would be. A little louder, maybe. Other than that, it’s pretty average. There are some tools lining the walls, tools she wouldn’t be able to name if someone asked her to take a guess for a million dollars. So Angel isn’t sure how Jeremiah plans to teach her to use any of this shit to fix up a bike to call her own, but it’s really cool of him for at least trying. Now it’s a matter of seeing how long his patience can last, or how long it takes for her to accidentally blow something up. Whichever happens first. Still taking in her foreign surroundings, she does a sort of double take when she sees Jeremiah coming. “So where do we start?” Angel asks, shifting and putting both feet on the ground.

[izzyrojas]

@jeremiahthcne​

Jeremiah and Isobella’s relationship had always been… complicated. Complicated for a number of reasons, mainly being that while there was something between them and there always has been, nothing has ever come of it. Well, besides a whole lot of acting like a couple that’s dating and sleeping together regularly. And Izzy can’t deny, she liked it. She liked being the center of Jer’s attention and she liked basking in his affection for her. It was shitty, she knew, to expect something like that from someone. To take and take and take and to only give what she could, when he deserved the world and lately, the world is seemingly a little smaller and maybe a little easier to give away. But, then just like that, things change again.

Ford’s return to town hadn’t really hit Izzy until last night. They hadn’t talked in years and yet, being around him brought things back. Things that weren’t fair to Jeremiah and yet, Jer and Izzy found themselves kissing at the strike of midnight, carrying on until they were back at his place, spending the night tangled up together under the blankets, ringing in the new decade. And it was everything that Isobella could’ve wanted out of the start of a new year, from the sex to the waking up in Jer’s arms to the sun of 2020. A loud yawn echoes through his room, as Izzy presses herself up against him again, chin on his chest.

As she stares at his face, waiting for him to open his eyes, Isobella smiles up at him. He looks so peaceful in his sleep and the smear of her lipstick from the night before stains his skin as she eyes him. Maybe this is what it was supposed to feel like. Maybe he is the one she’s supposed to end up with, rather than waiting till she’s forty to hopefully marry Ryder (if he’s not already married or otherwise involved— it’s in their pact). Still, the fear of abandonment has infiltrated every fiber of her being and she’s still not convinced, even after ten years, that Jer won’t walk away like Ford had. But she guessed that’s one thing Jer had working in his favor over most people, he hadn’t left her side, even in the midst of Ethan’s harsh words and beatings. He’d been right there. 

And for that, she’s eternally thankful for him. 

Snapping herself out of her head, she reigns in her wild thoughts, knowing that as many times as she’s thought about these same things over and over, she’s had time to act on them. Every time she tries though, she’s reminded of all the times she’s made Jer jealous as she continued to sleep around, even now, and she stops herself. Just reminding herself again why she’s not good enough for the Primordial and why becoming an Old Lady a second time sounds like she’s setting herself back up for failure. “Hey, sleepyhead, you want some coffee?” she asks, pushing her mind away for the moment. “Or some breakfast? It’s 2020 and we’ve still got sunlight to be hungover to.” Izzy leans down to press a kiss to Jeremiah’s chest before looking at him with a dreamy look on her face. “Or we can go out... but that sounds fucking hard, if you ask me.”

[rowanthane]

@jeremiahthane​

What a fucking start to the weekend. With Andy out of town on a job, Rowan had taken the weekend off from the hospital, looking forward to spending some one on one time with Benny rather than counting overdoses as they roll into the hospital. That’s how they find themselves in this situation now, having been driving down a somewhat rural road on the outskirts of town only to come to a rolling stop when they came to a ‘road closed’ sign for, seemingly, no reason. She’d put the car in park and reached into her purse to pull her phone out in hopes of looking up an alternate route to their destination, only to be abruptly pulled from the movement by her door being wrenched open and arms reaching across her to unbuckle her seatbelt. She acts on instinct, barely having to think about it when she moves to elbow the assailant in the nose causing him to stumble back just a bit, not enough to be safe. There’s a few minutes of struggle and somehow she manages to kick him with enough force that she can reach forward and pull the door shut, slamming his hand between the door and metal frame of the car before he snatches it back with a yelp. Shaking fingers move to the push the lock button --- not fast enough. She becomes aware of Benny’s cries in the backseat (when had he woken up? Christ, he’s going to be scarred for life) only when she sees the man moving toward the backdoor of her SUV.  In a second her hand is in her purse again, searching for the cool metal of her gun while the other one pushes the car door back open and before she knows it the shot is ringing out. She’s standing outside the car, gun still smoking and her ears ringing. A heartbeat passes and Rowan lets out a breath, watching for any movement from the man now sprawled out on the side of the road in a puddle of his own blood --- she’s not sure where she hit him. She’s not sure she had even been aiming when she pulled the trigger and for a minute she thinks she should just go shoot him in the head to make sure the job is really finished, but then Benny lets out a particularly loud wail and her attention is pulled from the thought. 

“It’s okay, baby.” Rowan coos in a somewhat shakey voice after she got back in the car. She puts it in reverse, making sure to back over his piece of shit body as she does. She backs up thirty feet before climbing into the backseat to get a look at her son and try to calm him down. It takes a few minutes and she wipes the blood from under her nose, her head ringing --- after affects of her face being slammed into the steering wheel but it could always be worse, right? Could be her laid out on the road. The thought pulls her eyes back to the man, and she’s relieved to see he hasn’t moved yet. Sitting in Rowan’s lap now, Benny’s cries turn to soft whimpers and Rowan moves them both back to the front seat just in case she needs to run him over again. She glances down at Benny at the thought of it, wincing slightly when a voice in her head says ‘Just what every one year old needs --- to be a witness to their mom murdering someone.’ She shakes it off, pulling her phone out of her purse and scrolling through her contacts. Honestly, the list of people she could call in a situation like this is fairly long but there are very few she actually would. Her first choice is Andy -- it always is -- but with him being busy she skips over his name and settling on Jer and lifting the phone to her ear. “Hey. I need help.” She sighs out when he answers, bouncing Benny on her lap and keeping her eyes trained on the man in the road. She gives him a brief rundown of what had happened and where exactly they are. “I’m pretty sure he’s alone --- his friends probably would’ve come outta the woodwork by now if they were here. But we’re gonna stay in the car til you get here, just in case. Bring one of the vans -- I’m not putting a body in the car with my kid. Pretty sure I’ve traumatized him enough today.”

True to her word, Rowan stays in the car until Jeremiah pulls up behind her. Her anxiety eases significantly at the sight of him, having always associated the middle Thane brother with something safe and steady. She slips out of the SUV when he gets closer, angling her body so that Benny -- still awake and clinging to the collar of her shirt-- can’t see the body on the road. “You break every road law gettin’ here that fast?” She asks, taking a step forward and trying to joke --- it doesn’t land though, her voice strained from stress and shock. “He hasn’t moved since I called you -- but I dunno if that means anything.” 

[maddoxxhart]

@jeremiahthane

After cleaning the Clubhouse for a while, Maddox had made his way home after a night of fun-- turned into something sour in his mouth. Watching Sutton get arrested wasn’t the most fun experience but she (while also tipsy at the least) took it in stride all the same. While this wasn’t his first rodeo, he knew that her time would come someday. Little did she know that it would come onto her because she was now seen as an Old Lady for him. While that wasn’t true, apparently ATF didn’t do enough research which made it at least somewhat amusing. Maddox slept at Sutton’s with Goose and even so, it was difficult for her boys to sleep in Sutton’s house without her. In the morning, this fact was written all over Maddox’s face as he walked into the clubhouse again to help with repairs. “Morning,” he half-smiled at Jeremiah, feeling his eyelids threatened to close. “Hear anything yet?” he added, rubbing his eyes so they could at least try to wake up as he drank his second coffee of the morning already.

[sawyergraves]

Location: Thane Autoshop

@jeremiahthcne​

Fighting sleep was nothing new for Sawyer and rather than keep tossing and turning, he'd decided to go into work early. Truthfully, he liked getting to the garage before everyone else— it gave him a chance to tinker around with an old car he'd been patching up and a moment to collect his thoughts. Lately, he'd needed to do that more than ever. His hands were already coated with a layer of grease by the time he saw Jeremiah roll up. "Hey, man," he called out, giving the other man a brief wave as he crawled out from underneath the vehicle he'd been working on. Climbing to his feet, Sawyer meandered over to where he'd left his cup of coffee to cool on top of his workbench, "Put a fresh pot on about an hour ago," he mentioned, draining a small sip. "Ya seen or heard from him?" He asked quietly, cutting a look over at Jeremiah. Sawyer didn't think he needed to clarify who he was talking about— recently, there was only one person in their world capable of earning that degree of malice in the mechanic's tone, and he happened to sit at the head of their table.