Sooo… This is my first SOA fanfic. And I've only seen like the first six episodes or so… Please be gentle if I screw up the characters…

I've noticed that Jax tends to beat guys up, and it seems like he does that often… With his bare hands…

Jax hated it when so called 'men' beat up innocent women. It triggered him like nothing else… Women and kids…

Nobody should ever beat a woman, or a child. Ever.

His blood boiled in his veins, rage fueled his aggression. And he knew his mind would black out in a few seconds. Like it always did…

The damn bastard stood right there… The guy who had damn near beaten Chrissie to pulp.

He had two of the other Sons with him, for backup. (Though Chibs and Opie knew that they were there mostly to avoid that Jax got manslaughter on his record. And of course; making sure no one shot him in the back…)

Jax got at it, his right fist slamming into the body of one Jonathan Chryst. He didn't pause when he felt ribs crack under his punches, or when Jonathan's nose crumbled under his knuckles… Nor did he stall when pain flared through his hand and wrist.

It wasn't before Opie literarily lifted him off the barely breathing poor excuse of a man, that he stopped throwing punches.

His lungs burnt with exhaustion, his heart was beating fast and hard in his chest. And slowly, but surely, his right hand demanded his attention. The more seconds that passed, the more it hurt.

"Hey, don't kill him… He won't suffer enough then…" Chibs chimed in, as he too dragged Jax away from the bleeding man on the asphalt in front of them.

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The ride home was painful. Why couldn't he have been a lefty like Clay…? That would have made driving a bit less painful right now.

His speeding hand throbbed violently as he roared up Highway 1. Chibs and Opie at his rear wheel, their headlights lighting up the asphalt beside him.

He bit his lip as his grip slipped around the throttle, and something inside his hand jarred. The bike slowed down a bit, before he was able to wrap his hand around it again and speed up again. He knew he could hang on, it was only five miles left until they could take a right turn towards Charming.

He licked his lips and swallowed hard, then he tried to forget about his wrist…

Nope, no way…

His hand and wrist were not willing to forgive him. Both were dead-set on torturing him immensely. If it hadn't been for the fact that he would never hear the end of it, he would have turned in his towel, parked his bike and hitched a ride with one of the others. But he didn't want to get teased for that the rest of his life, besides… It was just his hand…

Oh, damn… That hurt! Jax grimaced as he absentmindedly gripped harder around the throttle, causing his hand and wrist to shoot pain through his arm.

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The lights of their clubhouse finally came into view, and Jax let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. His lower arm felt like it had been in a crash…

Well… Technically it's been in a few crashes… Fist to torso, fist to skull… Fist to nose… Repeatedly… Jax almost laughed as the thought entered his mind.

He pulled in to the garage, put down the stand and turned off the ignition. Then he started working off his right glove, a process which could have been a lot less painful…

He winced he pulled up his plaid shirt and his swollen and discolored wrist came into view. When he finally got the leather glove off, he saw that his hand was grotesquely matching his wrist. He couldn't help it, he had to test out how much his hand was willing to follow his orders… He cussed out loud as his hand seemed to be lit on fire internally, and the pain quadrupled for a few seconds.

"Jax, you okay?" Opie had parked his bike a few feet away, and was currently loosening his helmet strap.

Jax looked over at his buddy, well knowing that pain was written in big, bold letters across his face…

"Yeah… Nothing worse than a few sore knuckles…" he lied.

"Since when did you start to piss and moan about bruised knuckles? Let me see that hand of yours…"

Jax instinctively pulled his right hand close to his torso. His left hand cupping it in a protective embrace.

"I'm fine…"

"Sure."

"I am…"

An amused smirk painted Opie's face, before he shrugged nonchalantly.

"If you say so…"

So... I hope you enjoyed this first chapter.

Well... I finally wandered into SOA too... I've been meaning to watch this show for like; FOREVER...
I don't know what's been keeping me from it... I just... Haven't had enough time on my hands...

(In case you wondered why Jax wished he was a lefty like Clay; He would most likely have punched with his left hand then... Which would have meant that changing gears would have been painful, but speeding and breaking would have been easier...)

I have another chapter in the making, if you're interrested...