For once in a very long time, things were going okay for Kit. She might even be inclined to say that things were going great. Work was going well and her relationship with William was finally in a stable place. They'd been up and down a lot but things had settled. Even her roommate/cousin had been less wild as of late. She was dating some new guy and it was keeping her occupied. She gushed about him every time she saw Kit. She'd even convinced Kit to meet him tonight.

"Why can't I bring Will?" Kit asked her cousin. They were getting ready to leave. She'd decided on dark jeans and a long-sleeved backless top. She was going for understated.

"Because he wouldn't understand. Will would automatically hate Juice and then he'd make you hate him and I can't have that," Rachel said. She was so excited she could hardly contain herself. "By yourself, you're going to love him, Kit. He's so cute and just amazing."

"What wouldn't Will understand?"

She shrugged. "Everything…he's just not like your boyfriend. You won't even tell Will what you really do at your job. He still thinks you're a secretary. Do I need to remind you how long you've been dating?"

Kit sighed. "What does Juice do?"

"He's a mechanic in Charming."

Then everything made sense. "He's part of SAMCRO," she stated. It could be worse. At least she wasn't dating a cop. "I'm guessing that's where we're going, to their clubhouse?"

Rachel blushed. "So? He's a great guy. He's sweet. He takes care of me. Who cares if he's an outlaw? Rules are meant to be broken." She looked a little nervous. "Tell me you'll still come with me, Kitten. It's just a club."

Kit laughed and hugged her cousin. "Of course I'll meet him." She let her go. "I've got to let him know that if he hurts you, he'll have to answer to me."

"Yes! This is why I love you. Tonight is going to be so on."

The drive into Charming was a short one. The cousins lived just outside the border of the small town in Lodi. It had been home for Kit for almost twelve years. Rachel had lived in their house her entire life. It was her mother's until she passed away a couple years ago. When that happened, Kit moved back in to keep her company. Now all the family they had in California was each other. Kit was 28, two years older than her cousin but it had always seemed like the age gap was bigger. She always treated Rachel like a little sister, someone she had to take care of especially since her mom died. Kit's opinion was important to her and she knew it could make or break the relationship.

They pulled into the lot of the Teller-Morrow garage where a party was in swing. Most of the people were aggregated around the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse. Kit wasn't really impressed but Rachel was practically jumping out of her skin with excitement.

"Come on, he's probably inside," she said, dragging Kit across the lot.

The real party was inside. People were either drinking or drunk. Some girls were wearing barely anything and most were practically throwing themselves at men wearing leather vests with Sons of Anarchy patches. Kit thought she saw some guy getting a blow job in the corner. Her biggest fear was that Rachel was one of those girls.

"You must be Kit." She snapped back to the present. Rachel was under the arm of one of the guys in the vests. He had a short Mohawk with a tattoo on either side of his head. "I'm Juice."

"It's nice to finally meet you," she said and shook his hand. "I feel like I already know you from all Rachel's told me about you."

He smiled. "Let's get a drink and I'll introduce you to the rest of the guys."

Juice brought them over to the bar and got three beers. Kit had a good vantage point and got to take in the whole place. She couldn't believe this was where Rachel had been spending all of her time. It wasn't too surprising but this was SAMCRO. Kit knew they were into gun-running and all kinds of other shit. She was worried that Rachel had no idea what she was getting herself into.

"I'm just going to run to the bathroom for a second," Rachel said and excused herself leaving Juice and Kit alone.

"So, what are you thinking?" Juice asked her.

Kit turned to face him. "I am thinking that I hope she's really your girlfriend and not just a…girl you have fun with."

"She's definitely not just some girl." He downed some of his beer. "She makes me happy and I really care about her. Rachel is just different than all the girls that walk through here."

"She better be," Kit said with a smirk.

"I'll take care of her, whatever she needs. You don't have to worry," he said smiling at her.

"I trust you, Juice." She meant it too. "Don't ever let her down."

Rachel rejoined them and Juice brought them over to where a few guys in vests were sitting. Kit figured that they were all members. They all seemed to know and like her cousin, which was comforting. She knew how gangs worked. They were like family and if they had welcomed Rachel, it was a good sign.

After a while, the guy sitting adjacent to her turned to face her. "So Kit, do you bartend with Rachel?" he asked. He was really cute with blond hair to his shoulders and a short beard. He had a patch on his vest that read 'V. President.'

"No, I'm not very good at making drinks actually."

"What do you do then?"

"I find things." In a room of outlaws, telling the truth about her line of work was easy.

He was intrigued. "What kind of things?"

She shrugged, grinning. She was sort of drawn to him too. "Things that need finding."

"She works with Sean Patrick in Lodi," Juice said. Kit looked a little taken aback. "Rachel told me. Don't worry, we've worked with him before. He's a friend."

She turned back to the VP. "So you find bad guys and hand them over to the cops for money?" he asked.

Sean was a bounty hunter but that wasn't what she did with him. What she did wasn't as lucrative but it helped make important alliances. "Not exactly. I usually find bad guys and hand them over to whoever pays to have them found. The police can go fuck themselves."

He laughed. "I'm Jax. How about another drink, beautiful?""

Kit nodded and went with him to the bar unsure of what exactly she was doing. One drink led to a couple led to too many. Kit wasn't a big drinker but she could hold her own. Jax was just so charming. She really liked talking to him. She liked the way his arm felt around her. It made her feel safe. William became just a distant memory in the back of her mind.

"It's getting late," Kit finally said. The clubhouse had been steadily emptying as people paired off for the night. She didn't want to leave but she had to be at work early in the morning.

"You aren't going anywhere darlin'," Jax said smiling. He pulled her close and kissed her. He really wanted her. She was gorgeous and smart, not just some hang around. She was easily the most interesting woman he'd met in a while and if she worked for Sean, he knew she could definitely take care of herself.

Every thought in Kit's mind was sort of left hanging. The only coherent thought was urging her to keep going. She found her arms wrapping themselves around his neck, pulling him closer. She wanted this too but the rational side of her brain interrupted and she stopped. "Wait, no, I've really got to go. I've got to get home."

"I'm not letting you drive like this. Stay," he said before kissing her again. When she smiled at him, he knew he had her. "Come on." He took her hand and led her to his room in the back, both of them forgetting their lives for the night.

Kit woke up with a pounding head and a strong feeling of nausea. It had been years since she had this bad of a hangover. She immediately covered her head with her pillow to block the light pouring through the windows. She tried to process the last few hours but her head hurt too much. Then she felt the movement of someone next to her. She peeked out from under the pillow to see the back of a head of blond hair. This was bad.

As much as she wanted to lay in bed for an indefinite amount of time, she needed to split before Jax woke up. She slipped out of the bed and started picking up her clothes that were littered all over the room before locking herself in the bathroom. Once she cleaned up a bit and felt like she wouldn't throw up the entire contents of her stomach, she opened the door and poked her head out to check if the coast was clear.

"Mornin'" Jax said, smiling at her from the bed. He was smoking a cigarette and offered her one.

"No, thanks but I've really got to go," Kit said, rushed. She picked up her leather jacket and her purse off of the desk chair.

"You don't have to leave right away. Stay for some coffee. You're already late for work. What's another hour?"

"I can't…I'll see you around Jax," she said before leaving the room and speed-walking out of the clubhouse. She ignored the other women and club members that were nursing hangovers from last night. As soon as she got to the parking lot, a feeling of anger started to supersede that of nausea and guilt. She would kill Rachel for taking her car, especially today. Now she was left with only two choices. She could either call a cab, even though she knew she didn't have enough cash on her to get her to work, or ask someone inside for a ride.

Kit realized that her dignity was already at a low point so what could it hurt to go back inside for more humiliation? She walked back into the clubhouse and saw Jax talking with Juice at the bar. At least she wouldn't have to go back to the bedroom.

"I am going to kill your girlfriend. I hope you won't miss her too much," Kit told Juice.

He laughed. "She thought you left the car for her and found some other way home last night. She tried to call, I swear."

"Need a ride?" Jax asked. She nodded and he went to get his keys and cut.

"You and Jax?" Juice asked.

"This is our little secret, yeah?"

He nodded. "Of course."

Kit knew she could trust him. Beside the fact that he seemed like a genuinely nice guy, he needed her approval. Dating Rachel would be that much harder without it and he seemed to really like her.

Jax came back out and gave her a spare helmet. "You okay to ride?"

"Sure, why not?" she asked. This morning couldn't get any stranger. She said bye to Juice and followed Jax out to his bike. She'd only been on the back of one of these once and it had made her feel pretty vulnerable and exposed. She strapped on the helmet and got on behind him.

"Hold on tight darlin'."

It only took about half an hour to get to Kit's workplace from the clubhouse. It was located at the end of a strip mall in Lodi. It was pretty low-key. Jax had been here once before when the club needed to find a person of interest before the police. It was years ago but the place still looked the same.

Kit got off the bike as soon as they stopped moving and handed him her helmet. "Thanks for the ride," she said, politely.

"Anytime," he told her.

She pulled her dark hair back into a high ponytail. It made her cheekbones look higher and really brought out her bright green eyes. She was really beautiful even though she was visibly a little hungover. It was such a strange profession she was in, Jax thought A girl that looked like that and was as smart as she was could be doing a million other things that were more prestigious and a lot less dangerous.

"When will I see you again?" he asked.

"You won't," she said without hesitation. "Jax, I had fun but this was a one-time thing."

He didn't want that but maybe it was best. His situation was complicated enough as it stood. The thought of adding a new girl into the mix of Gemma, Abel, and Tara was too much to even think about. "Alright, I can respect that."

She kissed his cheek and then turned to go into the office but couldn't resist looking back at him. "Call me if you need to find anything."

"Like what?"

"Anything that needs finding," she said with a mischievous grin. Then she finally went into the office, awaiting the lecture on tardiness that was sure to come from her boss.

A/N: first post! I feel like this story has been in my head for a while. Please review, it'd make my day ;) xo A