*puff wheeze pant* Made it! Sisyphus wins!
*looks at length of chapter* Aw shit.

Madam, dear dear writer - that was some damn good first few sentences. Pound it!

"They screeched in unison."
I don't want to come across mean, but sometimes women can sound remarkably like banshees.
I grant you, some guys are no better.

The best thing with Chuckie that made me laugh so hard was this lady came in and he starts wanking the same way I'd be thinking about what to get for lunch. What made that scene was just that guy-next-door look on his face, just completely normal and calm. Poor guy. I do like his eternal enthusiasm, dude just seems happy to be part of a group.

"And I couldn't of?"
No, because you can't "of" something.
But - who knows of all the infinite possibilities, but at least in this fic, no you couldn't have, either.

Jax, you poetic bastard.

Clearly, I ought not read these things when I'm sleepy. I'm sure there's tons I missed. But it was a good fic altogether.

"If any of you can figure out the meaning without google cheating you may be helping me pick the baby's name."
You mean meaning referring to some deep thing in the story, or do you just mean it's a reference to what I think? The baby's name would be Trent or John? I don't know. I'm decaffeinated. Quit picking on me.

"...the Jenna's truck."
I *really* want to make a joke here, something like "Oh-ho, she's been promoted to a definite article!" but it just doesn't work. Nor does a proper noun joke. *sigh* Deprived of my amusement once more - curse you, English language mechanics!

"I'll come back for it tomorrow."
Good thing it's a small town. Sonny Barger's bike was stolen one time.

"...I don't wanna talk."
This is the Jax I like. Laconic.
But let's face it, I like most of my protagonists laconic.
Which I know, it's wrong. Some guys are quite talkative when they're not shooting.
Maybe it's just because I came up different. Anything you say can and will be held against you, but it can't be if you don't say it.

"You're scared."
If ever there was a statement that deserved so much more to go with it, to really drive home its importance and impact, it's this one. I am dying to see a description of her face, her tone, her eyes, her breathing. This is so much more than a casual statement.

"...just want everything I want done."
Might not be fear, but it still feels to me like making JIC arrangements.

"When you say it like that it makes me sound nutty."
Here is my standard for judging - if it were anyone else, would it seem nutty to you? Then it probably looks nutty to anyone not familiar with the particular individual.

Wait, who the fuck what?! How do you actually hold a gun on someone and threaten to kill someone and then just show up? Granted, I've had a gun on me and made up just fine, I've been threatened in the heat of the moment just fine, but when both occur at the same time my feelings get hurt because I take it seriously.

"...rash and immature."
I wouldn't say that.
I'd say a lot worse.

"...try and keep up."
Don't knock on my door at midnight when I'm presumably asleep, blurt a bunch of stuff, then tell me to keep up. You wouldn't like it being done to you, don't do it to me.

Weddings ain't really my bag, but for a friend I'll go. So long as I never have to wear a kilt again.
"Nice skirt, pansy!"
"It's a kilt and this is a sword, keep it up and you'll find out whether it cuts!"

"No cold feet?"
Only outside. Hard freeze last night, 36F tonight.

"...I'm positive this is what I want."
Few people ever seem to mean that for good. When I was 15 I meant it. Same life 15 years later, not so much.

"Aren't you dating Hale?"
Playing Hale.

"I Jackson Teller..."
- Repeat after me. I, state your name...
- I, state your name...

"That's some rock."
It's a Ring Pop.

"...beget style diamonds..."
I think maybe you mean baguette, but this is very fitting, I bet he plans to do a lot of begetting.

I'm a very bad texter. If at a moment like that someone texted me - if it required immediate action I would be on my way, but if not I highly doubt I would respond, even with a simple acknowledgement.

"Then how do we unmake him?"
You don't. Dog turns, you put it down.

"Go eat something better than Ice cream."
But my rainbow sherbet! My daiquiri ice! My chocolate chip mint! I will not give them up!

Very good chapter. Blends well. Except I would have liked to see more in some moments, including Hale. That was quick. I don't think he'd explode, but it'd be nice to know he's stoically hiding his hurt. Come on, if he torched for her that long, of course he's hurt. He got played by someone he'd always wanted.

"You sure he's going nomad...?"
I wonder if I ever will. Not SoA way, my way. Sell everything, pick a direction, start walking.
Just depends on how things play out.

"Where you going to tell me?
In the arcade by the skeeball game.

"You made me a promise."
Promises get broken. People leave. Everyone leaves.

"...it's unfair but it is what it is."
An accurate summary of life in an outlaw club.

"Have you ever learned to tie a specific knot for sexual reasons?"
Fifth amendment.

"Do you ever have sex so rough that you employ the use of a safety word?"
Fifth amendment.

This chapter blends nicely with the show.

"You sure he's going nomad...?"
I wonder if I ever will. Not SoA way, my way. Sell everything, pick a direction, start walking.
Just depends on how things play out.

"Where you going to tell me?
In the arcade by the skeeball game.

"You made me a promise."
Promises get broken. People leave. Everyone leaves.

"...it's unfair but it is what it is."
An accurate summary of life in an outlaw club.

"Have you ever learned to tie a specific knot for sexual reasons?"
Fifth amendment.

"Do you ever have sex so rough that you employ the use of a safety word?"
Fifth amendment.

This chapter blends nicely with the show.

"Jenna looked closely at Jax he was scared. "Let's take stock here Clay." Jenna said calmly. "What's gonna happen if you kill me? A founding member's only baby girl… first my dad even with his emphysema is going to rip you to shreds all on his own the then there is my possessive and overly protective lover my now psychopathic brother and my cop boyfriend they will just take turns filing you full of holes and torturing so that there is nothing left for the rest of the crew to do but pick your bones clean. Then you'll really wish you coulda just been put in jail for it where you'd be taking it up the ass from some big black mother fucker named Bubba who likes for you to call him Daddy because lets face it anything is better than what SAMCRO will do to you."
I would never do what Clay is doing here. You don't turn on your team. It doesn't matter if you call them your crew, your family, your pack, whatever - you don't turn.
But in another life, I didn't care about going down. I didn't care if I went down so long as I took them all with me. I had zero problem with going to Valhalla so long as I made them all my honor guard.

"Clay's hand snaked out grabbing her by the hair he dragging her over...Clay flung Jenna toward Jax...They walked out."
Um...how? Where is her chair? Did they leave it and got it later? Did Jax just carry her out?

It's an ok portrayal for a panic attack. Less dramatic than I expected, but good as long as I fill in what it looks like in my head. I liked the alphabet thing, that's good, what the various things I know of all have in common are getting the person to focus. But something of a sudden end to that scene.

"Jenna sat in Dave's living room...without hesitation or thought Jenna got in her truck..."
Leaving Hale as what?
I fill in the blanks and just picture him shocked as in a cartoon effect she wheels so hard she actually leaves a cloud of burnt rubber and wheel tracks across his floor.

"She gunned her engine.
Opie appeared out of nowhere..."
One thing about your work, it keeps me paying attention...mostly to figure stuff out. :)
So Hale was out on patrol or something? *shrug* Ok, I reckon.

Welp, looks like the undercover is done.

Sis?
Oh, this is Opie speaking. I thought for a second Jenna had called Jax "Sis".

"she rolled out."
After transforming, of course.
Don't hate me for doing it a second time. I cling to the little bits of innocence I can remember.

"Jenna looked closely at Jax he was scared. "Let's take stock here Clay." Jenna said calmly. "What's gonna happen if you kill me? A founding member's only baby girl… first my dad even with his emphysema is going to rip you to shreds all on his own the then there is my possessive and overly protective lover my now psychopathic brother and my cop boyfriend they will just take turns filing you full of holes and torturing so that there is nothing left for the rest of the crew to do but pick your bones clean. Then you'll really wish you coulda just been put in jail for it where you'd be taking it up the ass from some big black mother fucker named Bubba who likes for you to call him Daddy because lets face it anything is better than what SAMCRO will do to you."
I would never do what Clay is doing here. You don't turn on your team. It doesn't matter if you call them your crew, your family, your pack, whatever - you don't turn.
But in another life, I didn't care about going down. I didn't care if I went down so long as I took them all with me. I had zero problem with going to Valhalla so long as I made them all my honor guard.

"Clay's hand snaked out grabbing her by the hair he dragging her over...Clay flung Jenna toward Jax...They walked out."
Um...how? Where is her chair? Did they leave it and got it later? Did Jax just carry her out?

It's an ok portrayal for a panic attack. Less dramatic than I expected, but good as long as I fill in what it looks like in my head. I liked the alphabet thing, that's good, what the various things I know of all have in common are getting the person to focus. But something of a sudden end to that scene.

"Jenna sat in Dave's living room...without hesitation or thought Jenna got in her truck..."
Leaving Hale as what?
I fill in the blanks and just picture him shocked as in a cartoon effect she wheels so hard she actually leaves a cloud of burnt rubber and wheel tracks across his floor.

"She gunned her engine.
Opie appeared out of nowhere..."
One thing about your work, it keeps me paying attention...mostly to figure stuff out. :)
So Hale was out on patrol or something? *shrug* Ok, I reckon.

Welp, looks like the undercover is done.

Sis?
Oh, this is Opie speaking. I thought for a second Jenna had called Jax "Sis".

"she rolled out."
After transforming, of course.
Don't hate me for doing it a second time. I cling to the little bits of innocence I can remember.

What caught my eye, the tattoo cover-up.
So my niece used to date a real asshole. Well, both did, but this one really took the cake, so much so that I had to take measures to remove him from...well, not her life, she already had left him, but her daughter's life. You're not going to be an abusive prick and an active dealer and be around my grandniece, I don't give a shit if you share blood. Making a baby is not the same as being a dad. Out, damned spot!
So anyway, she had his first initial inked on her and had it changed into some kind of flower thing.
Changing tats intrigues me. You can put anything on blank canvas, but taking one thing and making it another, that's really interesting.

"...don't go getting all judgey about the porn thing..."
Some are very nice. Whether I like what they do doesn't get to enter into it. It's like when you date a stripper.

This is so not how you do undercover, Jax. *headsmack*

Oh, but the ending...very intriguing.

I notice a lot of the plot details are coming through dialogue without a lot of action.

I sometimes just think her deal with Tara is like Tyra and Lyla from FNL.
Other times I'm really curious about it.

A lot of stuff is going to blow up in their faces, especially if these two don't learn how to do undercover properly.

Well, technically, a timeskip *does* mean awhile.

"...Bobby's dinosaur of a fatboy..."
Whoa whoa whoa. WHOA! Let's not label something a dinosaur just because it's old. I'd love to have an old bike. *whispers to my bike's ghost, "Not that I'd ever betray you, baby, you're my favorite."*

Dude, seriously, quit being possessive just because your dick gets hard.

"...just a tad misguided..."
I am not 100% law. I am not 100% criminal or lawless. I am 100% me.
Never follow the law just because it's the law. Never be completely nonconformist because that binds you to the opposite of what everyone else does - and generally, getting out of a burning building is the thing to do, regardless of whether everyone else is doing it.

This is good, but half the time these two need cold water thrown on them because they're too damn combustible. That's fun, until it burns you down.

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is..."
The beauty of not having kids when she dies is the freedom to fall completely apart and not have to pull it together. You can luxuriate in the selfishness of pain all to yourself.

"...no more doing stupid deadly shit..."
True, there is something...I think it's subconscious, not purposeful, a subconscious hope that by increasing the risk and decreasing precautions something will happen and it won't be on you. Even on the worst days you can't pull the trigger. But you can put yourself in situations where someone else can.
Get busy living or get busy dying - but until you're in a place where you can pick one or the other, you're in the zero.

"she rolled out."
Did she transform first?

"...leave my choices concerning Jax out of it..."
[redacted, too long]

I hope this takes awhile. The thing tv never gets right is how long undercover takes. It don't matter if you're a badge or a thug, getting inside someone's trust takes a lot longer than an episode.
But I bet just watch, Hale's gonna be as much of a horndog as Jax.
I'm strict about who I fuck, but it's fairly right that most people with a Y chromosome are just happy enough to bust a nut. This is why seduction has such a high success rate when used on males. (Kindly don't look to me to call every adult male a man. Standards.)

"What ya doin?"
I'm going to take a stab in the dark here and say she's eating pizza.

"You never let me...or anyone else in..."
"That's my right."
That's a rough exchange.
I wonder how much is the strain of what is basically pulling a con, and how much is her.

It can be rough waters to navigate. Some of us hurt alone. Even if we have someone, that can still come out to just physical relief but not emotional, which puts strain into things when someone is trying to help more than just physically. More than one relationship I know of has ended because of such things. Very tragic. Guy (in some cases the girl) couldn't let the other in all the way, and the other didn't have it in them to stay out. Poof goes a good thing.

I kinda feel bad for Hale up top, but then - it's what, 3 months? I look at it from his perspective, he doesn't know - still, it's only been 3 months. It takes time to build something good, and while some people will let someone in quickly, others don't, especially in hard times. Ease off the accelerator.

Somewhere along the way the bad memories still hurt but the good ones stop hurting.

This chapter just blew on by. Very fast.

I liked the big fight in season 2, but let's be honest - this would be war. We're talking Angels and Outlaws level here. It would be beyond a fight.
Which is just how fiction goes, I reckon. Dramatic fake stuff is more fun than the up-close-and-personal reality.

"...and then I'll just pawn her off on Opie..."
The most efficient thing is death. Simple, expedient.
But for sheer psychological damage, I vote for the punishment given to Max in season 1 of "Black Sails". Likely few things would be worse than being the fucktoy for a pissed-off pirate crew.

"...all you are is handy ass...when I'm bored..."
I mean, this is fairly accurate. Some people are like this. Some people *want* to be like this, even as they hide behind the veneer of civilization. Certain lifestyles are just honest about it, leaving it the individual's choice of whether to fuck around on his lady or not. One-percenter culture in particular is not a life for good girls, clubs often making women second-class, without any rights but what her man grants her. Some men are good to their women. Others are not and will pass them around or beat them.
Again, SoA is a fairly idealized portrayal. And for all their worship of colors - they're not dumb enough to wear colors when on the clock.

"...I'm coming for them."
I mean, it's ok, but I still prefer "Tombstone" - "You tell 'em I'm comin'! And hell's comin' with me!"

It's always weird to go from one situation right to sex seconds later. What a 180.

That's a lot to unpack in that first paragraph.

"...1963 comet..."
That sounds cool.
My first car was something a moment of pride too, because it was my first solo job that got me the money for it. It looked like something out of Starsky & Hutch and my buddies insisted on calling it The Pimpmobile and got me a purple pimp hat to wear driving it. I looked ridiculous.

"It was just a blowjob!"
If I comment on the stupidity of thinking with the wrong head, I won't stop. So no comment. Other than that's an idiotic thing to do. One woman. Pick one woman and keep it zipped up for everyone but her.

"Ima!"
I walked into it one time.
I was real excited about this John Lee Hooker album I had bought. My buddy says, "You should hear his daughter Ima's stuff, she's really good."
So I yell out to Rez, "Yo! You know where I'n find anything from Ima Hooker -" A second for me to hear it as it came out. " - you son of a bitch!" He was laughing too hard to register the arm-punch I gave him.

That's something, all right, to stay by her bedside and it's useless to try to throw you out. Some people just come first, before everything else.

I was disappointed when Hale went. There was a lot of good stuff there, with the sense of history repeating itself and all the shit that was tangled up as these were guys that had actually come up together and just wound up on different paths and so on. Many complexities there that were fascinating, all embodied by this one dude.

Of course the father, brother, and needs-to-keep-his-dick-in-his-pants kinda-sorta boyfriend were against it.
I get why a boyfriend would be against it. But I wonder - in addition to protectiveness and probably possessiveness, how much of Jax's objection is just that this is Hale?

"...I don't share."
Says the guy who until a bit ago couldn't choose between Jenna and Tara.
Says the guy who it seems contributed to this mess.
Yeah, you don't share. But it seems to me you expect to *be* shared. Borderline cheater.

Sounds like church attire to me.

Jax knows her context, but I point out "church" means something different to one-percenters than it does to citizens.

"God forgives all sins…and I think he forgives us because we're fated because we got lost because we put our fates in the hands of place keepers, because we love each other and because that's exactly the way he made us. Your more than welcome to go with us but don't think less of me because I believe in something I can't touch..."
[redacted because I couldn't get it exactly right and have no desire to be shot]

God's not the problem. We are.

Prayer can work. Not the way people think, but it can work in terms of part of the healing process. "You don't fix faith, faith fixes you."

"It came from your phone Jax."
And of course, there are ways to fake that. Gee, Nick, why do you not trust dumbphones and tech in general? Why do you prefer the old-fashioned ways? Which includes talking with voice now, as compared to texting.
Well I don't know, random person. I mean, it's not like with close to 8 billion people on the planet any of them could possibly choose to target me or anyone else for malicious intent. Why, it's probably perfectly safe to do my online banking over the wi-fi at Starbucks!
Yes, my spirit animal is equal parts Nate Ford, Harold FInch, Eliot Spencer, and John Reese.

"I will kill them..."
"I will rip them limb from limb..."
The Y chromosome at work. Hows about y'all channel that anger instead of letting it run rampant in you? It's much more effective.

The end reminds me of that Veronica Mars episode where she wanted Logan by her side.
Because you can choose to sit by her side...or you can choose, like Logan did, to hunt. I'm not saying which I would do, or that there is a right one.