Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. Harlee Quinn does, however, own Jolene and any other OCs that appear in the Jaxene Universe.

A/N: This fanfic is dedicated to Harlee Quinn, who created the Jaxene Universe and made it all possible and to all the Jaxene fans who have begged, pleaded and threatened Harlee for an Ellie/Tiki story. So I hope you enjoy this little taste!

Five Months after the Grand Opening of Take Five

It was a fine day in Charming as Opie Winston made his way down Main Street with Half Sack riding shotgun. On the cusp of summer, the sun was shining brightly as the two patches roared down the street, which was lined with large pots of newly planted spring flowers, courtesy of the new Charming Beautification Project sponsored jointly by the Chamber of Commerce and the Gold Circle Club.

As far as working days went, it was as good a day as any when Opie got the chance to work in the garage with a power tool in his hands. It had been uneventful, which was always a welcomed change, until that is, Jax called for an emergency meeting in the Chapel. It was a surprise to no one that after an all-too-brief quiet period, the Mayans were starting to make some noise again. This time, T.O. Cross, the President of the Grim Bastards MC had reached out to Jax after noticing an uptick of Mayan activity in Lodi. He suspected that the Oakland-based Club was gearing up to make yet another move on the Grim Bastards' territory. The last time, had been over four years ago and the Club had provided them with the weapons that their brother MC had needed to protect their turf. Now T.O. had a need for more guns and he needed them yesterday.

It had required Opie, Tig and Half Sack to make an unscheduled run to Lodi loaded up with MAC-10s and AKs. The run went off without a hitch, the exchange taking place on an old deserted logging road outside of Lodi and T.O. had been grateful for the quick turnaround.

Having returned back to the lot, Opie had believed that the rest of the day would be business as usual, and had joined a number of his brothers as they lounged comfortably in the Clubhouse as they took a lunch break when another issue erupted for the SAMCRO VP, which was why he now found himself beating a quick path to his old lady's salon.

In the middle of gulping down a frosty beer one of the Prospects had just tossed him to wash down his Pastrami on Rye, Opie felt his prepay vibrating in the breast pocket of his kutte and pulled it out to answer it, smiling as he noted the picture of a pretty brunette as it flashed on the screen.

"Hey Elle."

"Hi Daddy. How's your day going?" Ellie Winston inquired cheerfully.

Opie raised an eyebrow. Daddy, huh? Something is up. "Everything's fine. What's going on?"

"Well, I was wondering, if you weren't too busy, if you could stop by the salon," Ellie asked sweetly.

"What for?" Opie replied guardedly as he stroked with one large hand his box beard that recently began sporting minute gray hairs that his old lady teased him about unmercifully.

"It's not a big deal, Dad. I just wanted to run something by you, that's all."

"In that case, why don't you just tell me now?" he countered as he noted his best friend's expression of amusement.

"Dad!" Ellie groused. "Don't be difficult. Besides, if you come by you'll get the added benefit of seeing your old lady and another very special lady."

The little manipulator, he thought with barely suppressed laughter. "Okay. I'll see if I can swing by in 30."

"Thanks Daddy. I'll see you soon."

All during his conversation, Opie had felt the combined stares of his brothers and looking at them could see their raised eyebrows and smirks as they avidly listened to his end of the conversation like a bunch of gossipy old women rather than a group of stone cold killers. As he had closed his prepay, his brothers commenced ribbing him.

"Ah, get ready brutha. Your little lass has requested your presence. I bet she's gonna hit ya up for some cash for a shopping spree. Ya old lady has become something of a bad influence on the lass," Chibs said as he motioned to the Prospect for another shot of Jameson.

"I'm betting it's something else entirely," Jax said as he sat at the bar next to Chibs. "She prolly already has Fawn on her side and the two of them plan to double-team you, bro." As the brothers guffawed, the President grinned. "Just saying." His blue eyes sparkled merrily with amusement.

"Double-team me on what?" Opie said irritably as he eyed his grinning brother. Jax was usually right on the mark with shit like this, he thought with an inward sigh. Lately it seemed as if the outlaw was constantly being squeezed by his old lady and his daughter on any number of issues and sweetly worded demands and his weak ass would fold like a cheap suit.

"Oh come on Ope. Get serious. Your little girl ain't so little anymore. Probably wants to date some pimply-faced little asshole and wants you to give her the okay," Half Sack noted as he stretched his long legs on the edge of coffee table as he chowed down on a roast beef sandwich that was spread across his lap. "She's a good looking kid. Why some boy hasn't shown his face around here is something of a mystery to me."

"Prolly cause any boy in this town with a lick of sense knows who her outlaw daddy is," Filthy Phil said as he took a large bite of his sandwich. "Pushing up on the VP's kid comes with a shitload of consequences."

"Exactly," Jax said as he grinned at his suddenly perturbed brother. "But my niece is a very determined young woman. I think Opie's days of peace are numbered."

"Thus speaks the man who has his own little girl to worry about," Bobby said slyly as he sat at one of the tables. "If I said it once, I'll say it a hundred thousand times. I thank the Good Lord on a daily basis that he only blessed me with sons," the shaggy haired biker said cheerfully as he finished rolling a rather ugly looking joint as he thought about his youngest son who was entirely too much like himself. It's a miracle the boy hasn't made me a grandfather yet, Bobby thought as he lit his joint.

"Bobby's right, son. Your days are numbered. God help us all," Clay said as he eyed his son-in-law with a shit-eating grin. I just hope I'll be still around for that shit. Payback is bitch.

"You sorry motherfuckers, Maddy's only nine! I'm years away from that shit." Yet and still Jax's eyes darkened with irritation at the thought of some sex-starved teenage man-boy pushing up on his daughter.

"Well, you might as well head over now and find out what Ellie wants," Half Sack said as he stood up. "I'll go with you as I want to check in on Cherry." His old lady—who was currently five months pregnant—now worked as a manicurist at Fawn's salon. Half Sack appreciated the VP's old lady hiring Cherry, who used to work at a nail salon in Lodi. With her pregnancy he preferred that she stay close to Charming and she had managed to fit right in at the salon.

Now as they streaked down Main Street Opie could only hope that whatever his little girl wanted wouldn't add any more gray hairs to his head.

Pulling to a stop in the front of the salon, the two patches cut off their engines and removing their helmets strode into the salon.

As usual, the salon was a busy hive of activity. Stylists wearing the signature black aprons embellished with the logo of Take Five were working on clients, hustling back and forth to the shampoo and drying areas, laughing and gossiping about the town and its current politics, sharing styling and beauty tips and debating on the excesses and misfortunes of the lives of the rich and famous.

The arrival of two members of the Sons of Anarchy—one a big burly man, and the other nearly a half a foot shorter with a slender build and wearing leather kuttes—did not raise any comment or alarm from the clients sitting in their stylists' chairs or from those waiting patiently in the reception area. After all, the Sons were a well-established part of the town of Charming, and it was well known that the large mountain of a man was the significant other of one of the salon's partners.

That partner looked up with a smile as she heard her name tumble off the lips of her old man. "Hey babe," Fawn Trager said eagerly as Opie made his way over to her station. "Look who I finally got in my chair today."

Reaching over to plant a firm kiss on his old lady's lips, Opie grinned as he looked down at the figure who was preening at her reflection in the station's wide mirror. "Hey Ma. Looking pretty good." He bent over to kiss her on her cheek.

"Yes, I do believe your right," Mary Winston beamed as she swiveled her head from side to side. "I finally let her do her thing on me. Fawn is a miracle worker."

"It wasn't that hard. I had a lot to work with." Fawn smiled at the woman who, for all intents and purposes, was as probably as close to a mother-in-law that she would ever get. The new short haircut that layered and framed the older woman's face was very flattering. Fawn had gotten rid of the gray and had added warm honey brown highlights to freshen her up and the use of some new cosmetics had given the older woman a new glow.

"Doesn't Grand look great Dad?" Ellie's voice was cheerful as she approached them, having quickly tripped down the stairs as she heard the approaching motorcycles coming down the street from the salon upstairs. "Hey, Half Sack. Nice surprise. Checking up on Cherry?"

Half Sack shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "Yeah. Since your Dad was coming down, I thought I'd swing by. She okay?" he asked anxiously.

"She's fine. I was coming downstairs to get her a bottle of water. Maybe you can grab one from the employee lounge and bring it up? I know she'll be glad to see you."

"Sure thing." Half Sack nodded towards the group before making his way toward the back of the salon. It looked like he wouldn't get a front row seat to what the VP's kid was going to try and weasel out of his brother this time around, but he figured he would get the details later from Cherry.

Bobby Elvis is right. I sure as shit hope that me and my old lady's kid is a boy.

Having an overprotective father was not an easy matter for a teenage girl to deal with, especially when said father was a hardcore biker in an MC and an ex-con to boot.

Eleanor Mary Winston had no illusions about who her father was and what he did to earn for his family. She had lived in the town of Charming all of her life and was well aware that her father was a one percenter, a part of definitive group of bikers who not only loved the freedom of the road, but the freedom to live their lives on the outside of society with their own rules and codes of conduct. While there were times where she quite naturally worried for her father and his brothers and had felt the small tug of her conscience about the lifestyle that they had chosen to live, there was one undeniable fact: that regardless of what outsiders might think they knew about the Club, at its heart SAMCRO was a family and Ellie knew that she was a well-loved and cared for part of the very dysfunctional clan.

In fact, having a father who was on the opposite side of the law was a lot harder to deal with as compared to the issues that some of her schoolmates had with their fathers. When it came to his kids Opie Winston was very suspicious about outsiders who could possibly endanger his family, especially after what had happened just a year ago with Charles "Chip" Preston Jr.

Every time Ellie thought about the rich and seemingly clean cut teenager who had caused so much misery for her and her father's old lady, she inwardly squirmed with shame. Although having been told countless times that she was not to blame, in her view she had been partially responsible for bringing that douche bag so close to her family. Chip had caused a lot of harm until he had quietly disappeared off the scene.

While Ellie didn't know all the gory details, her brother had managed—with no little amount of effort considering his status as a Prospect with the Club—to get some details from their father. Harry had grimly assured her that the little fucker had paid the ultimate price for his crimes and had been served with a large dose of outlaw justice. Knowing that the Club had taken action to avenge Chip's attacks against her and Fawn had caused Ellie some mixed feelings. While she felt that he truly deserved all that he had received and more, there was a part of her felt that had she had rejected his advances and kept out of his orbit, he would still be alive, and she had said as much to her brother. Harry had told her that she was just too fucking tenderhearted for her own damn good and that had Chip been left alive, NorCal would probably had been littered with a new crop of date rape victims.

The bad experience with Chip had been reason enough not to have anything to do with any of the teenage boys that were in her circle of friends and acquaintances. There was no need to end up dating another asshole or worse, to end up dating a nice guy that simply wouldn't understand how things worked in an MC. After all, none of the boys she knew could really compare to the one man that she truly wanted.

Ellie Winston had had a crush on Tiki Munson ever since she was a young girl. Her fixation on the young and sickly boy six years her senior had never wavered. Shortly after Tiki had subsequently beaten the crap out of Chip Jr., Ellie could see that their relationship—such as it was—was starting to evolve. It was as if the young biker was beginning to realize that she was finally growing up. More than a few times she had managed to flirt a little with Tiki, and Ellie had hoped that the turning point in their relationship had been the evening that Tiki had shown up at Tina Giamatti's house, initially to take her home, but instead had taken her for a wonderful midnight ride. They had spent a lot of time talking and sharing intimate details about each other that is, until Tiki had taken her home. The night had culminated in an absolutely amazing goodnight kiss but had unfortunately been called to a halt with the unexpected arrival of her grandmother.

Mary Winston had nearly taken Tiki's hide and had issued a strong warning not to punch her granddaughter's v-card before she was legal. Eavesdropping on the conversation, Ellie had been horrified and apparently Tiki had been sufficiently warned off to the point that for a brief few weeks he had completely avoided her. It wasn't until the day of the grand opening of the salon that Ellie had been able to make it clear to Tiki that she was unhappy with being brushed off and her hurt feelings had compelled Tiki to agree to talk at the Club festivities that evening. Although it seemed that Tiki was intent on keeping things friendly, he was obviously not ready to make any kind of real move in her direction. Ellie could understand it as she had only been 16 at the time.

But now at age 17, Ellie felt that it was time for her to make it clear to Tiki that she was ready for him to claim what belonged to him, and a prime opportunity had now presented itself. Ellie realized that if used to her advantage, she could—as the old SAMCRO saying goes—kill two birds with one crow.

Which was why she was doing the best she could to soften up her father for what would probably be a big blow for the outlaw biker. The slim, beauty at 5'8 made a pretty picture in a simple pair of black trousers and a deep blue blouse covered with a Take Five apron. Her hair which was in long dark waves with a short fringe of bangs was above a pair of deep blue eyes set in a sweetly attractive face. Having greeted her father warmly, she was now pressed up against his side, one arm wrapped around his waist as she peeped up at him between her dark eyelashes.

Ah shit, I'm in trouble, Opie thought with a little sigh. She looks so much like her mother. I'm liable to give into anything now.

But the SAMCRO VP told himself to get his shit together. He had a feeling that he was going to need to stand firm as he eyed the three determined women in front of him. "So," he said slowly. "What was so important that you had to drag my ass down here?"

Okay, this is it. Don't mess this shit up, Ellie told herself sternly as she gave her father with a winning smile.

"Well, it's like this Dad. I've been invited to the prom and I really want to go." She held her breath as her father's deep green eyes widened in what could only be identified as horror.

Shit! Jax and Half Sack were right on the fuckin' money!

Tiki Munson hopped out of the cab of the tow truck after V-Lin parked it and the late model BMW it was hauling. It was the fourth and final repo of the day and Tiki was overseeing V-Lin on the job, making the prospect do all the work just like a good patch would.

Tiki made a handsome picture as he sauntered across the lot towards the Clubhouse, his shoulder length dark wavy hair dancing in the breeze, along with his T-M work shirt, revealing a white wife-beater which clung to his tautly muscled and tattooed frame, baggy jeans and a pair of black and white retro Converse sneakers completing the look.

The lot was quite busy and Tiki had shouted out a couple of greetings to his brothers and mechanics alike as they worked on various cages, and winking at a couple of the sweetbutts that were hanging out at the picnic table, he entered the Clubhouse.

Walking inside and hoping like hell he could scrounge up some grub out of the kitchen for a late lunch, he was surprised to see that not all of his brothers were hard at work. Instead he noted that the SAMCRO's top three officers were stretched out on the couches in what appeared to be a deep and somewhat grim discussion.

Thinking that the morning's run to Lodi might have gone south, Tiki quickly approached his brothers. "Hey," he said as he grabbed a chair from around one of the tables, turned it around and straddled it backwards. "What's going on?"

Please don't tell me Tigger went ape shit in Lodi again.

Jax cocked an eyebrow at the younger man's concern. "No big shit. Just commiserating with our brother is all," as he slapped a hand on Opie's shoulder.

"Fuck that," the VP retorted. "I don't like this shit at all."

"Then why the fuck did you say yes, asshole?" Tig Trager said as he eyed his brother irritably. "If you didn't' want her to go, you should have put your foot down."

"It ain't that easy," the gentle giant said morosely.

"Sure it is," Tig argued. "You just look your kid in the eye and tell her to stay the fuck home."

"I don't suppose that shit worked with Big Red, did it?" Opie countered.

At that, Tig grinned and shrugged his shoulders philosophically. "Nah, I mean, I wasn't really around for that shit, but knowing my crazy ass kid, had Coll' told her no to anything, she would have blown up shit any fuckin' way just to piss her off, just like her old man. But this is your kid we're talking about." The crazy-haired biker held up a ringed finger to emphasize his point. "All I know is if some shit goes south, I don't want to hear you blaming Fawnzy for siding with your kid. You should've put your old lady in lockdown for not backing your ass up."

Tiki's head had been whipping back and forth between the three men and he was getting more and more confused. But his sponsor's mention of "your kid" had nearly frozen him solid. He held up a hand. "Hold up. I'm lost here. Stop who from going where?"

"It seems that my niece is finally going on what will be her first officially sanctioned date and to top it off it's to the fuckin' prom." Leaning forward and shaking his head with a mix of commiseration and barely repressed amusement as he looked at his friend's miserable expression, Jax completely missed the look of shock and anger that crossed Tiki's face.

Tig, however, didn't.

Well, shit, he thought as he watched the young patch he had sponsored through cool blue eyes. I guess somebody ain't too happy about this shit either. Wait 'til I tell Tina. My doll was right.

The SAA was definitely right in ascertaining the situation. Unnoticed by the two patches who were best friends from the cradle, Tiki clenched his hands into fists as he thought about this new development, but his thoughts were interrupted by his President.

"Tiki, get the Prospect to grab us some glasses and a bottle of Jack, will ya?" Jax asked. Grimly, Tiki made his way to the bar where a Prospect was currently polishing the gleaming bar with a rag and lemon oil. "Four glasses and a bottle of Jack, shithead."

The tall giant behind the bar quickly complied. "Trouble?" he said quietly as he shoved the glasses and liquor at Tiki.

"Not anything that your father can't handle," Tiki said tersely as he left Harry behind to slam the glasses on the low table and poured out four shots.

Jax snatched one up and passed it to Opie who quickly knocked it back. "Look bro, maybe it won't be as bad as you think."

Opie raised an eyebrow derisively at his friend. "Really, Jax? You're really gonna lead with that shit? After what happened to Jolene on her first date in Oak-Town when she was 17?"

"Wait a minute . . . what happened to Jo?" Tiki asked but was waved off by his President.

Jax ran a hand over his chin. "Okay, that was some twisted shit, and come to think of it, those two fuckers had a lot in common with Chip Jr., but a lot has changed for Ellie. She's kept her nose clean for a year, been working hard at school and at the salon. Yeah, I get that you're concerned. So am I, but I think she's learned her lesson." He turned to Tiki, his blue eyes boring into him. "Right, Tiki?"

The young patch could read Jax's mind as clear as an open book. It was obvious that the Prez wanted to calm his best friend down and he wanted Tiki to back him up. The problem was he didn't want to encourage Opie to think that it was a good idea to let Ellie date some pimple-faced sex maniac.

Especially after what happened between us several months back.

But Tiki was a good patch and he knew he had to follow his President's lead. "I think Jax is right," he replied calmly with some effort. "Ellie is not likely to make a mistake again to get involved with another asshole. She's really matured a lot over the last year. She could probably handle herself."

Surprised, Opie gazed into Tiki's eyes. His brother seemed to be quite unaffected at the idea of Ellie dating some asshole and it was interesting considering his original concern about Tiki's possible interest in his daughter. Having witnessed for himself the two of them having an intense conversation on the lot several months ago, Opie hadn't known what to make of it. At the time, a part of him wanted to see Tiki's guts splayed all over the lot's blacktop courtesy of his own fists, but fortunately his old lady had managed to talk him off that slippery ledge. He had, however, kept a pretty close eye on the pair whenever there had been family functions and had noted that while they were close, Tiki treated his daughter with nothing but respect and as such, any ideas that there was some interest on his part in Ellie had faded to the background. The fact that now Tiki seemed willing to encourage Ellie in this prom shit made Opie wonder if maybe his ass was borrowing a page from Clay Morrow and getting delusional in his need to protect his underaged daughter. After all, with five years as a brother under his belt, Tiki was a hardened patch with a healthy sexual appetite more suited to the croweaters and sweebutts of the charter. His old lady had noted that despite living the life of an outlaw, Tiki still had a genuine sweetness with women, due in part that he came from the loins of an Elvis crooner, and despite all efforts of his crazy-eyed sponsor to toughen him up, Tiki had not changed. However, with the type of woman that Tiki had been exposed to within the Club, it was extremely unlikely that his brother would be interested in a teenager with absolutely no sexual experience.

Taking another shot from Jax, Opie quickly downed it as Tiki asked another question. "So . . . do you know anything about this guy?"

"Not much, but Elle seems to have Fawn convinced that he ain't too bad. He's a jock on Excelsior Prep's soccer team. Name is Greg Daniels. He hangs out in a crowd of Ellie's friends." Opie focused his eyes on Tiki. "Do you know him?"

Tiki pursed his lips in contemplation. "No, I don't think so," he sighed. "But this shit is kind of all of a sudden, ain't it? He could be a good kid, but I don't know. Maybe Tig is right. Tell Ellie you've changed your mind and that she can't go." He winced as he saw his President roll his eyes at him for flipping on him.

"Are you insane?" Jax asked with some skepticism. "If Ope changes his mind now, all hell will break loose. Not only will he have to deal with Ellie, but Fawn and Mary too."

Focusing dark green eyes on Tiki, Opie eyed the younger patch with a look of anger mixed with suspicion. "Are you trying to get me killed? Jax is right. That's why they called me to the salon in the first place. I got triple-teamed and worn down to a fuckin' nub. I finally said yes to get them off my back. Fawn and Elle are already making plans to go shopping for a dress tomorrow," Opie said gloomily.

"Well then brother. I guess there's nothing you can do about that shit, unless you intend on following her around all night," Tig said as he knocked back his shot.

"Not gonna happen. Fawn had already freed up working at the salon a couple of weeks ago so that we could have some alone time at Pop's cabin for a long weekend. The plan was to leave right after she finished work Friday night. I told her that we should cancel but she won't even consider it. Big Red says we need to trust that Ellie can handle herself."

Tiki sat back in deep thought. Maybe Ope can't follow Ellie around, but there's no reason I can't. Fawn is wrong. Somebody has to watch over her to make sure some creep doesn't try any shit.

Never being interested in school activities or parties, Tiki had never been to a school dance in his life, certainly never a prom, but he was well aware of all of the shit associated with them. Teenagers—with their soon to be new status as adults just ahead of them—usually took this opportunity to test the waters, to go buck wild and to do all types of illegal shit, but the number one pastime at the prom for every male was getting laid before the night's end. He didn't have a clue who this Greg was, but he wasn't about to leave Ellie out there twisting in the wind having to fight off another predator. Tiki inwardly shuddered as he thought about the countless date rape drugs that were available should an enterprising little fucker know where to look.

Obviously somebody needs to help Opie out.

In that moment, Tiki realized that he had to stand up and do his brotherly duty, regardless of whether or not anybody else would. He decided that it was best to keep his idea to do just that to himself. There was no need to call attention to the fact that he would practically be stalking Ellie all night and the biker refused to examine his feelings and motives behind this supposedly selfless act.

I guess I'm going to my very first prom too.

A/N: Hi guys! WebStar here. It's been a really long time since I visited the Jaxene Universe and it's like coming home! Harlee and I had a lot of good times plotting and writing about Jax and Jolene and all the wonderful characters that came to be.

Our beloved Harlee's muse is still D.O.A., so I thought that it was high time to have a little pity on all of you Ellie and Tiki ("Elliki") fans, so I decided to drop this story on y'all that I've been holding onto for a while.

I hope you guys liked being reintroduced to the SAMCRO gang and the events herein take place just two months prior to the Epilogue of Beauty and the Charming Outlaw.

I missed these guys so much, especially Ellie and Tiki. I really like Tiki. He had just a brief mention in SOA canon—Bobby's youngest who needed a frenectomy and was going through 3 inhalers a week—but I think Harlee and I did a really good job in fleshing him out into an interesting character. He's tough, but sweet and like his Pop Bobby—the pot-bellied lover of all things Elvis and who in the tradition of his idol has a smooth tongue with the ladies—Tiki has caught the eye of Ellie Winston. But the young outlaw seems to reciprocate her feelings and he has it pretty bad if he can convince himself he's stalking Ellie simply out of love for his brother.

As usual, your reviews feed the beast, so please let me know how you feel about this one shot. With nearly 1,200 faves on the combined Jaxene series and nearly 60 reviews on the last chapter of BOTC, most of them begging for an Elliki story, Harlee and I are really hoping to hear from a lot of you and I hope it will be positive. The more I hear from you hopefully it will propel Harlee out of the dumps and back into writing mode that much sooner to get cracking on a full length Elliki story. I'm just happy that she was interested enough in Elliki to create the awesome cover art for this 3-shot!

Hugs, WebStar