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Crown of Barbed Wire: Jax Teller x OC

3031 words, canon divergent.

.Chapter One.

Four years later.

The town sign of Charming welcomed her back with open arms. Allison decided to come home after four years of seeing everything she could. It was different this time, coming home, it didn't feel terrifying or empty. Allison could now view it with fresh, excited eyes.

Her blue pickup truck shook as she pulled into the familiar gravel driveway. Deja vu iced her veins as she took in the sight of her childhood home. The outside was overgrown and weather-worn, but even as she was living there, it looked like that. Allison carefully walked up the damaged wood stairs and unlocked the front door. Inside the trailer, it smelt stale, and dust covered every surface. She ran her finger over the small kitchen table, leaving a thick grey residue on it. Her childhood bedroom, just as she left it, floral outdated wallpaper lined the walls. Her old CDs and records were scattered in a messy pile in the corner of the room. The room felt sad to be in. She couldn't count the nights she slept in that bed and wished for god to make it stop.

Allison set her bag on the bed and stood there in silence, taking it all in. She let the pain linger around her because it was all too familiar, and who was she to turn down a familiar friend? There was so much work to be done that she'd have to get the power and water turned on eventually. Allison sighed, shaking away those stressful thoughts, and decided she should job hunt.

There was a bar on the corner of Charming St, in the dead center of town, that she used to frequent as a teen. The cooks always gave her free food when she came in, and it slowly became her place. Just as she suspected, it looked identical from the last time she was there, but do things in Charming ever change? A typical grungy dive bar feel, the floors sticky like someone mopped with soda, and it reeked of cigarettes. There were obvious health hazards scattered around that make you question the last time they were up to code. Men stood around a pool table that was dimly lit, an aura of smoke dancing around them.

The woman working at the bar was older but still clinging to her youth, she had blue streaks in her dirty blonde/grey hair. Her shirt was sheer and covered in a black and white floral design with studs scattered on it, catching the lighting perfectly when she moved. Her eyes smudge with last night's mascara and eyeliner. Allison approached the woman expecting her to have a snarky attitude, "How can I help you miss?" The woman spoke kindly, reminding Allie to stop judging a book by its cover. She was clearly from the south due to her thick southern drawl.

"I was wondering if you're hiring a bartender?.. Or a waitress.. Or dishwasher- I'm qualified for all."

The woman laughed, slinging a dirty rag onto her shoulder, "Your lucky day, a spot just opened up at the bar. Here," the woman grabbed a napkin and a pen from her apron, "Give me your name and number, and I'll give you a call."

Allison muttered a thank you, taking the napkin and scrawling her name onto it before halting; she looked up at the woman, "What if I don't have a phone?"

The woman laughed, "You got a house phone darlin'?"

Allison shook her head, "Typically, you'd need power for that."

"Well, I know that all too well," she grabbed the napkin, reading her name. How about this, Allison? Come in here at the same time tomorrow, and we'll see if I can get you hired."

Allison dropped her shoulders in relief, "Thank you so much-"

"Debra."

"Thank you so much, Debra."

"Of course doll, you have a nice day."

Outside the bar, the men of Samcro were on their way to a drop-off across town. Jax led them with his Harley, his long blonde hair flying back in the wind. His blue eyes sheltered from the sunlight with a pair of pitch-black sunglasses. The rumbling of their engines shook the earth below them—a reaper watching their backs.

Today was a day to celebrate a new Samcro vice president. Piney, who had reigned true for years, had taken a step down due to health issues, gladly passing the torch to Clay's stepson. The bikes pulled into a dirt path leading deep into a slightly wooded area, dirt kicking up, making them disappear like magicians in a puff of smoke.

A nicely dressed man stood outside a black van, one man on his right armed with a gun on his hip. The back of Samcro's van was filled with unregistered weapons, and all they had to do was exchange for cash. Simple, Jax had done many of these deals.

"Everythings here," Jax stated to the nicely dressed man.

The man had a displeased look on his face, "Where is Clay? I was told he'd be here."

"He had some business across town, I'm his son. Next best thing."

The armed man next to him leaned in, whispering into his ear. Jax looked at Chibs, who stood next to him with a look of unease. "What's going on? We have a deal."

"Not anymore, Teller. We've got word of a gang in Charming distributing heroin. We don't do drugs."

"Neither do we," Chibs spoke his accent thick, "Our guns are prime. You'd be making a mistake."

The man shrugged, "That's one I'm willing to make, sorry boys. Until the drugs in Charming are sorted- we're out."

Jax watched with flared nostrils as they jumped into the van, skidding past them. "Shit." He hissed turning around to the rest of the gang, "Those assholes think we're dealing smack into. Charming."

"Smack? Nah that's not us." Tig shook his head. "Fuckin' Nordics. They've been trying to push drugs into Charming for years."

Jax straddled his bike, "I'm gonna talk with Clay, make a plan. This was a big deal and those racist pieces of shit ruined it for us, somethings gonna have to happen- and soon."

"Ope, you with me?" Jax called out for his friend.

"Of course brother."

Allison's feet carried her around Charming. She was attempting to kill time before she had to deal with being an adult. Tracing spots she walked as a teen, the girl knew that town like the back of her hand. There wasn't an inch of it she hadn't seen, but returning with a refreshed soul made her see it differently. There was more color in the world now; the grass seemed greener.

Her scuffed leather boots seemed to have a magnetic pull because she found herself standing right outside Teller-Morrow Automotive. The familiar drone of drills whirring and heavy machinery clunking around was siren-esque. Allison walked into the shop entrance, nostalgia hitting her like a ton of bricks now; Gemma stood behind the counter deep into paperwork, her blonde and black hair perfectly styled. Allison smiled she still looked beautiful, even as a kid, Allison was envious of the way Gemma carried herself. She was strong-willed and cared about her appearance, always wearing the best outfits. Now, Allie would never tell Gemma that- she was already cocky enough.

"Hey, mama," Allison announced herself. Gemma looked up, confused before her eyes landed on Allison with shock.

"Allie?" She exclaimed excitedly, taking her glasses off and rushing to her. Gemma pulled her into her motherly embrace, "My god, I didn't recognize you. How are you? Where have you been?"

Allison laughed at her frantic questioning. "I'm good. I've been everywhere," she laughed, "how are you?"

Gemma pulled back, her hands still resting on Allison's arms, "I'm good, babydoll. I can't believe your back- Jax never said where you were going."

"How is he? Jax?" Allison asked.

Gemma smiled, "He's good you just missed him. I'm sure he'll be back soon if you wanna wait for him."

"Yeah, that'd be nice, give us girls some time to catch up, too." Allison winked.

Gemma led her into the club, ushering her to sit at the bar. "What are you doing back?"

Allison scanned the place, trying to take it all in. She had been high on nostalgia, and it's all feeling real now, "I've uh- I've been tired of jumping around. I miss having people," Allie shrugged, her eyes landing back on Gemma, "Not to mention the mess I have with my dad's old trailer."

"God, you still own that place? I haven't seen it occupied since you left."

"Yup," she answered with a sigh, "I need to get the power situated. Hence my being here- I'm trying to kill time before I have to deal with all that mess."

"Well, I'm happy you stopped by. I'm sure Jax is going to be as well," Gemma poured her a drink, sliding it over to her, "You planning on staying a while?"

"I hope so, I just went to that bar on the corner looking for a job-"

Gemma scoffed and shook her head, "No, that place is slow on business."

Allie laughed feeling the conversation heading in a certain direction, "Well I need a good job Gem."

"That ain't a good job doll. I know a place that's looking for a good bartender."

"And what's that place?" Allison asked, even though she knew.

"Here. I'm swamped up front, the guys have been having to pour their drinks, and we don't pay whores enough for that job."

"Men pouring their drinks? In a club for men?" Allie exclaimed in mock shock, "However will they live."

Gemma laughed, "You know they're all princesses. Half the time, they're too drunk to even do that, and the mess it creates is hell."

"Not making a good case here Gem."

"It wouldn't be bad if I had a nice- beautiful- bartender helping around here."

Allie knocked back her drink, "I'll think about it."

"You better get to thinking girl, I can't handle it much longer."

Suddenly, the roar of bikes filled the bar. Allison felt her stomach pit with anxiety; it had been four years since she had last seen Jax and the last time he was so adamant about her departure. A piece of her was worried he'd be disappointed at how little she achieved. Gemma patted her hand across the bar, "Don't look so nervous. They'll all be excited to see you."

Allie smiled at the woman, sending a wordless thank you. The door swung open, and Jax looked positively exhausted. His appearance changed drastically, his eyes hardened, and his long blonde hair slicked back in a manly way. He no longer carried the boyish charm he had when they were teens. Opie followed close behind him, his hair slicked into a man bun and his beard full, Allison could hardly fathom the change.

Opie was the first to see her; they were never really close, but due to the close age gap, they got along, and he viewed her as a little sister. In school, he'd always stand up for her or occasionally sit with her during lunch. His eyes lit up and he patted Jax on the back attempting to get his attention. Jax walked with his head down stress dripping off him with each step.

They were both headed in her direction, Allie chuckled as Jax walked by. "Alley Cat!" Opie yelled to her quickly scooping her off the chair into a bear hug. Allie couldn't contain her laughter as her feet dangled above the floor.

"How you doing Ope?"

Jackson stopped dead in his tracks at the mention of her nickname, completely pulled out of his stressed daze. Turning around, he found her back, her long dark hair throwing him into his teen years. Opie had a boyish grin, one that only she could bring back. Allison turned around to face him, and his heart stuttered. Allison's eyes no longer looked sad and tired, and even then, they still lit up a room.

With a real smile on her face, Jax couldn't find the time to be angry at her for returning. His feet carried him towards her, was he running? He couldn't tell?

Jax wrapped his arms around her tightly, she appeared right when he needed a good sign. Allison breathed in the scent of cigarettes on his kutte.

He pulled back, looking better at her, "Why are you back?" Jax asked a hint of remorse in his tone.

Allie scoffed, "Didn't know I wasn't allowed to return."

He was surprised by the tone of her voice. He'd been so used to the small Allie, the Allie that was scared of the world. "You've changed," he said with a smile. "It looks good on you."

"So have you," she flicked the V.President patch on his peck, "When did that happen."

"This morning, Piney stepped down."

"He did?" Allie turned to Opie, "How is Piney?"

"He's good; he's just dealing with health problems. Nothing serious."

Jax rested his hand on her shoulder, making her turn her attention to him. "Opie and I have some club stuff to handle, but I want to catch up. Where can I find you?"

"I'll be at my dad's old place. Or anywhere there's a blue pickup outside."

Jax nodded flashing a quick smile before Opie and he retreated down a hallway. Allison's eyes followed him until he was no longer visible. The sound of glass hitting the bar snapped her out of her daze, Allison turned to find Gemma with a twisted face and an empty shot glass resting in front of her, "Well, you two are trouble."

The inside of the trailer was glowing due to the various candles scattered around the place. It provided an eerie yet comforting atmosphere. Allison had left Teller-Morrow shortly after her run-in with Jax to get some well-needed housework done. She did all she could with no power or water. The sun had gone down hours ago and still, it had not felt clean, maybe it was all the sin that soaked the walls over the years. Can you clean sin?

I'm sure there's something in the Bible about that.

Allison hummed to herself and kicked her feet onto the kitchen table, the front legs of her chair hovering over the ground. She lit a cigarette with the candle in front of her. Being alone in the dark started taking control over her, she was increasingly more paranoid than usual and the silence didn't ease her frantic thought. She wished she had a spiff.

A knock on her door startled her, making her slam the chair into the ground. Allison grabbed her father's pistol off the coffee table, tucking it into her waistband before slowly opening the door. Jax stood in the dark his face dimly lit from the inside candlelight.

Allison sighed, "It's you."

"You sound enthusiastic," Jax retorted, "what's with the seance?" He gestured to the candles.

"No power, it's getting turned back on tomorrow. How'd it go with Opie?"

Jax sighed, slumping onto the couch, the orange light now white on his face, lighting a new bruise on his cheek. "Handled."

Allison laughed, turning her back to ash her cigarette, "Very mysterious, Teller. One of my least favorite things about talking to a Son."

"You expecting someone else?" He asked pointing to the gun in her waistband.

"Oh right," she said pulling it out and setting it on the table, "I'm just cautious."

He gave her a weird stare, "Do you have enemies?"

"No, I don't have to be targeted to have protection. I'm cautious."

He laughed lowly, "I guess so."

A comfortable silence danced between them for a moment. Jax watched her every move, almost to convince himself she was here and this wasn't a dream. Her shadow danced on the wall with every movement of the various flames, giving her an ethereal aura. The blonde hesitated before sitting up and becoming serious, "Why did you come back, Allie?"

Allison leaned back on the table, locking eyes with the man. "This is my home."

"No, you were never happy here."

"I haven't been happy anywhere, Jackson," She snapped back becoming increasingly aggravated, "and how would you know, we were never close."

Shame painted his face because she wasn't wrong, he had years to reflect on their relationship. He left her stranded to handle her piece of shit father because he was in his world, one of the things he regrets most is her. "So tell me. I have nowhere else to be, tell me."

Allison looked down at her hands, "I left and tried to find my mother. I went anywhere a Layla was listed, and I still couldn't find her. It fucking sucked and I got into a lot of illegal shit just trying to live."A story he knew all too well. "After realizing how futile hunting a woman who doesn't want to be found is, I stopped at some motel, a real sketchy place. When I was there, I was hit with the horrifying realization of how truly alone I was. I came back hoping you- or Samcro would still be there for me. Like when I was a kid. It sounds selfish and immature, but I've never been anything else."

"Samcro isn't the same Allie," Jax stood up, "you shouldn't get involved."

"God, you really will go to any lengths to drive me out, huh?"

Jax sighed, his head falling in exasperation. "It ain't like that, okay? We've been having shit flip on us lately."

"Is that where that came from?" She asked gesturing to the bruise on his cheekbone.

"Yeah. It comes with the job, I suppose."

Allison always saw Jax as a Son; he was born into it, so it wasn't hard. But seeing him now- bruised- and the stress eating at him, it was a harsh reality to face. She threw the fight she was preparing away and instead approached him, taking his rough hand into hers, her thumb stroking over the scarred knuckles. "I'm here now, and I don't plan on leaving. Don't try and help me, Jax, I don't need it anymore."

He nodded softly and tossed his arm over her shoulders, pulling her into a hug. His head rested on hers, "When are we going to have fun?" Jax asked jokingly, "How do all of our conversations go like this?"

Allison laughed into his chest, "It's our fucked up nature I suppose."

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tearsmustfall · 4 months ago

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Crown of Barbed Wire.

Jax Teller x OC, 2960 words. cw: descriptions of abuse.

.Prologue.

Allison was born during a severe thunderstorm, a rare occasion in Northern California. If you asked anyone about that day, they'd say it was Allie who brought the storm on, from the minute Layla's water broke, storm clouds painted the sky. A force to be reckoned with from the start of her life. The waiting room was filled with family and friends, all lined up ready to see the new baby girl in Charming. A real motley crew, all of Samcro was there to support the Tear family.

Allison 'Alley Cat' Tear was born on October 10, 1979, and she brought hell with her.

Throughout childhood, she was a princess, Uncle Piney, and Uncle John always loved her as if she was one of their own. The world seemed so bright back then, there was no concern or question of who she was growing up with.

Her earliest memory was a summer day at the Teller house. She was riding a trike with Jax, a pregnant Gemma was talking to her mother and watching them play. She remembers the conversation getting heated, and Layla seemed shaken up. Jax was pulling on the bottom of her dress, but she couldn't stop watching her mom. Then, her dad walked out of the garage, seemingly trying to get her to calm down to no avail. The next thing she remembered was her mother scooping her up and frantically putting her in her car seat with tears streaming down her face.

Sooner than later, she rarely saw her uncles again. There'd be the occasional visit, but nothing she seemed to remember. Soon, she no longer felt special, and the world no longer seemed bright.

Two weeks before her 12th birthday, she woke up to the sound of yelling from the living room. Allison crawled out of her bed, tiptoeing to her door. She cracked it enough to get a good view of what was happening; her father was holding his head in his hands, and her mother was frantically yelling in his face. "You have a daughter, Edward! Fuck I don't even recognize you anymore!"

"I gave you years to leave, you chose this." Layla grabbed a duffle bag off the couch and began to storm out.

"You're not gonna fucking leave me Layla!" her dad screamed at full volume, and out of her line of sight, she heard a smack followed by a crash. Allison ran out of her room finding her mother clutching her face bent over the table and her father raising his fist.

"Daddy!" she screamed running over to him and trying to grab him away from her mother.

That was the first time in her life she saw what he was capable of and the different man he became when he was angry. Edward turned and yanked her by the hair, pulling her away from the destruction by his hand. She screamed and cried for her mother, but the woman was already out the door. The last memory of her mother was her leaving her in the hands of her neglectful father, willingly.

After that night in 1989, the world truly felt colorless. Allison pulled back into school and started isolating herself from everything. The following year, the Teller family lost their son to a heart defect. Pain and death clouded over Charming.

The walls of her house were lined with spikes waiting to snap shut on her, like a fly in a Venus flytrap. The sweet smell of death misleads into a painful and agonizing death. Allison spent her teen years trying not to set off the trap, shed linger around bad parts of Charming for hours until she knew her father was gone.

What made her reality worse was that everyone saw the bruises and marks; everyone did, but no one ever did anything.

In her Sophomore year of high school, Allison was drained from school she just wanted to go home and sleep. Edward usually spent most nights at the club's bar getting shit-faced, so she was hopeful he would be gone. However, fate was not with her that night she could see him pacing in the silhouette of the window, a bottle clasped tightly in his hands. Allison felt the shift in the air the minute she stepped into the driveway; this was a rare episode but not one she was prepared to deal with. She knew exactly what it was; he was carrying himself with so much rage and reliving her mother's departure. There was nowhere to go; she couldn't sleep outside it was too cold. The girl came to a brutal realization that she was isolated from everyone; she had no friends, and the world kept spinning.

With a deep breath, Allie walked onward, and a claustrophobic sensation took control of her body from the imagery spikes closing in on her. Her shaking hand held the cold door handle, slowly creaking it open, she heard the trap snap. Her ankle was cut in the violent mouth of the vicious bear trap. She tried to claw at it, a feeble attempt at prying its jaw apart. "Where the hell have you been?!"

Perhaps she could chew herself free? Ultimately, it would only inflict more damage, and her foot would still be trapped in the sharp fangs.

The back of Edwards's hand felt like tiny daggers as it struck across her cheek. His wedding band scarred her skin. It was poetic, a symbol of her parents' love inflicting such a painful wound. A clean cut weeping the blood made from them both.

Allison held her head in her hands, crumpled into a ball on the floor. She assumed his wrath was over; she slowly pulled herself up. Edward was in the kitchen sloppily pouring a glass of more scotch, his eyes found her with a familiar fire of anger. "Where you going girl?" he seethed, "You gonna leave your daddy like your mommy did?"

"Please," she cried, backing away from him towards the front door. Her hand grasped the handle, and he smashed into the wall, sprinting towards her. His heavy footfalls shook the trailer beneath his feet. Allison screamed, throwing the door open and running outside. She ran towards town blindly; she ran until she no longer felt the sting in her face. She found herself where the fondest of memories led her.

The Teller household was dark; everyone was tucked into bed. Outside, she stood a disheveled version of herself. The sound of thunder roared above her, looking up into the storm clouds, she could see the flashes of lightning curling in the clouds. God's tears wept down for her, mixing with the blood that seeped from the wound on her cheek. Allison knocked lightly on the door, no one inside could hear. She wasn't sure she wanted to see the outcome of the mess created by her father, no matter how nice it'd feel to be in loving arms. It was easier to believe no one was ever there for her, and they never would be.

Allison sat on the steps of the house, sheltered from the rain. A car pulled up out front of the house, and through the rain, she saw Jax heavily kissing a girl in the driver's seat. Allison made no attempt to flee and just sat there, Jackson jumped out of the car with his usual swagger and paused at the sight of her.

"Allie?" he called out to her, raising an arm over his eyes to shield the rain. The closer he got the damage done to her face became more visible, "Shit, are you alright?"

She nodded weakly, "I didn't know where to go. Your house is the only address I remember."

Jax put his hands out for her to pull herself up, "Let's get you in the house." She followed him into the house, kicking off her worn boots at the door. It looked just as she remembered; she could hear the memories of Samcro guys drinking on the sofa and their kids all playing in the backyard. "No one here, it's just us. Think they crashed at the club."

Jax gestured for her to follow him into the bathroom. Allie clenched her fists at her side to ease the trembling. The bathroom light lit up the hallway blinding her briefly, as she stepped through the doorway she could see Jax better. He'd grown up a lot over a few months, his eyes just as blue as ever but they carried a sadness only someone who knew it firsthand could read. He was searching the drawers for something to clean her wound and some bandages. "I know there's stuff somewhere- shit."

"I'm okay." Allie whispered, feeling like a burden, "I didn't even expect anyone to see me."

The blonde straightened his back, turning to face her; he felt sick at the sight of her. She was so sad, and she'd willingly dismiss her pain for his comfort. "Were you just gonna sleep on our porch till sunrise and leave?"

She broke eye contact feeling ashamed, "I don't know, figured it'd be safer than being home."

His eyes narrowed, "So it was Ed- who did that to you?"

"It's not new Jackson." She retorted defensively, she felt suddenly trapped by the conversation. Jax relaxed attempting to not scare her, however furious he was, she needed a place to sleep and a bandage on her open wound immediately.

He'd see Edward Tear very frequently at the club; he'd do runs for Samcro for very little. He always seemed off, but he spoke highly of family values, it didn't cross his mind he'd be sick to beat his daughter. Allie always seemed reserved but he just assumed that was her way, Jax felt like he should've been paying attention to her- keeping her safe.

Allison stood a stark contrast to the pitch-black doorway behind her. A dark crescent lining the underneath her eyes, a weak fake smile resting on her face. Her hair was wet, long, and tangled a gorgeous auburn brown that framed her sad soul. "I'm sorry Allie."

Her eyes widened surprisingly, two words she had hardly ever heard in her life. Jax's baby blue eyes looked at her with so much pity, "Don't do that," she shook her head, "I can handle myself."

"I know," he whispered.

A few beats of silence lingered between them. Her eyes landed on a pack of cigarettes hanging out of his zip-up pocket. "May I?" Allie asked pointing to the pack. Jax nodded wordlessly and handed her a cigarette.

The cancer stick bobbed in between her lips as he lit it with a zippo he had on hand, the crackle of the flame filling the silence, followed by the clink of the lighter being shut. Allie pulled herself to sit on the counter, watching as Jax went back to searching for bandages. An unspoken promise was made in the few moments they held eye contact: Jackson would do what he could to help her, and she knew she could come to him. At last, he found the supplies he needed to clean her wound.

Jax stood in front of her, both the same height now that she sat on the countertop. Their eyes met, and she nodded, allowing him to help her. Jax wet a rag and softly cleaned the now-dry blood off her cheek, the area had started to bruise, causing her to wince. "Sorry," he whispered.

Allie took another drag from the cigarette and then flicked the ashes into the sink, her free hand held onto his hoodie for a form of moral support. "This is gonna hurt like hell, okay?"

"Okay," she laughed weakly and braced herself, he dabbed the alcohol-covered rag into her skin and she bit down on her lip. Dropping the cigarette and using two hands to grasp his hoodie, pulling him in between her legs. "Shit!- Okay okay! It's clean give it a rest!" She joked.

Jax chuckled, setting down the rag, his hands resting on the tops of her knees, "Tried to warn you."

"Yeah, well, it hurts less when I'm in control," she sighed a small smile on her lips. Jax tensed his shoulders at the realization she'd had more cuts and wounds inflicted by her father. The air became thick between them.

Allison laughed quietly pulling him from his thoughts, "What?" Jax asked a smile creeping onto his face at her contagious laughter.

"Do you remember when we were god- like 7?" She asked, "We were riding bikes and you just got your training wheels off, you were trying to show me how fast you can ride."

Jax sighed recalling the story, "Oh god."

"There was a rock in the driveway- and you- you-," Allie clutched her stomach laughing so hard she couldn't breathe, "You ate shit so hard. It's not funny I know but you totally scorpioned in the driveway, like heel to head!"

Jax shook his head in mock annoyance. Allie covered her mouth, still hysterically laughing, and she fell into his chest. Jax started laughing at just how funny she thought this memory was.

They both were laughing like kids again, and it healed something in both of them, Jax hadn't felt so childlike since his brother's passing. "Okay- I need to put a bandaid on your cheek," he lightly pulled her head up to face him, she had a wide smile spread across her face, a real one. Jax held her face in his hands, studying it, Allie's laughing began to slow.

The proximity of them both became alarmingly clear. Allison put her hand on his chest making him back away a bit, Jax looked surprised and offended. "Sorry- I just-."

"No, don't worry about it," he smiled and tore a bandage open. Jax delicately placed the butterfly bandage on her wound and softly pressed a kiss to her forehead, it wasn't romantic, more of a thank you. Allie smiled at him weakly, feeling tears welling in her eyes she said, "Thank you."

"Don't mention it Alley Cat."

The girl laughed and quickly swiped a tear from her eye.

That night, Jax gave up his bed and slept on the floor next to her. In the morning, he gave her a ride home on his Harley, and they parted ways with a hug. They'd see each other in passing, but nothing like that night. Words couldn't describe how thankful she was he was there for her that god-forsaken night.

John Teller died a year later in a road accident. Jackson would later pull back entirely, and they truly never crossed paths after that. Some nights she'd hope he would be on her doorstep, needing someone just as she did. But he was never there, he had people after all.

Her routine was back: she wasted time in bars and back alleys waiting for her dad to sleep or leave. Life was shit but she'd get through it.

In 1996, Allison woke from her sleep with flashing lights and a knock on her door. She opened the door to two police officers eyes full of apologies. The sharp teeth that clasped tightly around her ankle and the spikes digging into her side vanished. A dull ache replaced the agony.

Edward Tear died at 56 years old by his own hands. A bottle of vodka was in his system when he crashed into a telephone pole, lighting his car ablaze. All that remained was a charred corpse and a burning patch of grass. Allison was handed what remained from the accident. In a ziplock bag was his old bible, untouched by the fire, there was blood splattered onto the cover, dripping down the pages.

A funeral was held on a cloudy day in August. Allison stood watching emotionlessly as members of the club said a few words about him. Gemma held her hand tightly taking the place of her mother. "Would you like to say a few words baby girl?" She whispered in her ear.

Allison looked down at the closed casket, finally towering over him. "This is enough."

She stood there unmoving for what felt like an eternity. Piney and Opie gave her words of remorse before their departure, followed by Chibs, Tig, and Clay, and sooner than later she lost track.

She stood there watching the dirt be poured onto him. Jax stood by her his hands in his jean pockets, "Do you feel relieved?"

Allison knitted her eyebrows together, "It doesn't feel like I've imagined it. I'm alone now, completely and utterly alone. The last time I saw half of these guys was in passing, I don't have anyone."

"You should leave," Jax states.

"What?" Allison finally looks at him; he appears older and somehow taller. His eyes were heavy and carrying an emotionless stare. Things had changed drastically from the last time she had seen him. If the grief wasn't weighing on her, she would've asked him if he was okay.

"Leave Charming, and don't look back," he looked at her with hope on his face, "now's your chance."

He truly wanted her to get out, and then maybe he could live vicariously through her success.

Allison laughed, "You know what I was left with?"

"153 dollars cash, a gun, and a bible. I'm not going to get far."

Jax smiled at her and shrugged, "For some reason, I don't believe that Alley Cat."

Allie and Jax stood there in silence for a while before Jax kindly pulled her into a side hug. His rough hand stroking her arm provided a strange comfort. "Thank you, Jax." She whispered.

They broke away and Jax spit down at the grave, "I'll see you around."

Allie forced back a smile at seeing the reaction of the funeral service to his act of blatant disrespect, "See you around."

They split their separate ways and she went home and packed a bag, preparing for her life to finally begin.

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