“A Run To Remember”
A Sons of Anarchy Fan Story
By Lucien Maier
Edited By Temperance Penrod
It was accepted that Jax and Opie would be in the club, but Clay insisted on making them be prospects. So when they got the shot to do a run up to the Vegas chapter, they jumped at it. Better than unclogging the toilet from Piney’s latest adventure in there.
This morning Jax and Opie had been in very early making sure everything was taken care of. Both of them were worried that the road trip would get pulled out from under their feet at the last minute.
They had planned on leaving an hour before, however Tig was yet to arrive.The two tried to figure out other things to do to prepare, both of the them glancing to the gate every few seconds hoping to see Tig roll in.
Clay and Bobby watched from the tables in front of the club house. They couldn’t help but smile at the two. “Fuck Bobby? You remember having that kind of energy.” Clay asked.
“Yeah, long ago brother. You’re really putting Tig in charge?” Bobby asked with a suspicious tone.
Clay laughed, “I am sure Jax and Opie will keep him in line.” Clay answered.
Bobby raised an eyebrow. “Fine brother, but you gotta explain to Gemma whatever trouble they get into.” Bobby added.
“Shit.” Clay Said rethinking the choice.
Tig finally rumbled into the parking lot, and parked. Jax And Opie were by him in a second. “I can’t believe the one chance I get to go to Vegas I gotta babysit prospects.” Tig grumbled, but the smile on his face said different.
Jax wanted to say something snarky about how they could have been half way there by now if he hadn’t showed up so late. Wisely, he held his tongue. Criticizing Tig rarely worked out well, or without bloodshed.
They said their goodbyes. The three bikes pulled out of Teller-Morrow and hit the road to Vegas. Jax and Opie revelled on the road, enjoying the eyes following them. They pulled out of Charming and the open road flooded their senses.
Tig lead the pack for the first half an hour, but then he pulled them off the to the right. He climbed off his bike, and relieved himself in the desert landscape. He climbed back on his bike and looked at the two.
“God damn boys you’re biting my tires every ten damn seconds.” Tig said.
“You could let us lead.” Jax said with a smile.
“Since your slow and old and all.” Opie added they both smiled at him with their best innocent faces.
Tig rolled his eyes. “If you can pass me you can lead.” Tig said and kicked into gear and tore down the blacktop.
Jax smiled at Opie. “Invite?” Jax asked.
“Challenge.” Opie replied and tore down the road after him. Jax right with him they ran hard down the highway.
It did not take that long and Tig saw them gaining fast in his rearview. He pulled the throttle back the rest of the way. It was not enough. Jax and Opie roared past him.
“Gad damn it!” Tig screamed into the wind. The Vegas boys would never stop giving him crap about letting two prospects lead him into town. He held his throttle and stayed on their tail, but he never got past them.
Jax was aware as well and about ten miles from town he dropped back, Opie followed his lead. within a moment they were back in line behind Tig. Tig sighed in relief, he also noted to himself how smart Jax truly was.
Tig lead them into the city limits and then to the Son’s clubhouse. Thier brothers poured out to meet them. Many excited to take a look at a new prospect they had been waiting to see in the cut since he was born.
They brought them inside and the rest became a blur to the three travelers.
The next morning Jax woke up with his head screaming at him. He had been passed out on the couch, he gently lifted the croweater’s hand off his chest. When he struggled to his feet a second croweater who had been laying on his lap fell to the floor with a thunk.
Jax leaned down and helped her up onto the couch. “Sorry darlin’ you alright?” Jax asked trying his best not to laugh.
Opie had been in the back and was walking and saw the girl hit the floor, ss Jax looked up his best friend laughed. “I have heard of dropping a girl, but that is the first time I have seen it done literally.” Opie said,
Jax clapped Opie on the shoulder. “Shut up Op!” Jax said and looked back at the croweater and smiled at her. “Sorry again darlin’.” Jax added.
“It was worth it.” She said.
Opie rolled his eyes, as the walked out into the Vegas morning.
“Where the hell is Tig?” Jax asked. Seeing his bike still in the lot. One of the Vegas patch holders laughed.
“Tiggy never came back last night. But I bet I know where he is. I can take you if you want.” Butch replied.
“Yeah that would be good. We need to get on the road this morning back to Charming.” Jax replied.
Within a moment they were on the road, and then a few moments after that they pulled up to a house that had definitely seen better days. They walked to the door, and Butch knocked on the door.
A small asian women came to the door. “NO not this time you no take my Tiggy.” She said in her thick accent. Butch pushed past her and led them in to the back. Sure enough, there was Tig in his skivvies tied to a bed.
Jax and Opie couldn’t stop laughing as Butch cut him loose and the asian woman screamed at all of them. Once Tig had gotten himself dressed, they headed out to the bikes.
Jax hopped on his bike and patted the back seat. “Oh hell no, I ain’t riding bitch.” Tig replied.
Jax knew the rules and was about to give up his bike to Tig, but the asian burst out of her house. “No Tiggy you no go without me. I be your old lady!” She said again through her thick accent.
Tig hopped on the back of the bike. “Get me outta here Jax.” Tig said reconsidering.
Jax and Opie laughed and pulled out. They made short work of getting back to the clubhouse. The other Vegas members to wish them good travels.
The president handed them each a set of saddlebags. Tig, Jax and Opie loaded them on their bikes without a word of question of what was in them. After goodbyes they were again on the road.
This time they did not race, to be wholly honest none of the three wanted the trip to come to an end. They pulled into a roadside dinner. They walked into the dusty spot and ordered their food.
Tig looked at the two. “I need a favor.” He stated.
“Don’t worry Tig we won’t tell anyone you were tied to bed by an asian dominatrix.” Jax said reassuring him.
Tig shook his head. “Oh talk about that all you want, Just don’t tell anyone I rode bitch.” Tig almost pleaded.
The boys laughed. Opie put on his best asian accent. “But Tiggy you say you like in the back?” Opie said, which brought on another round of laughter. They ate their food and and laughed.
Once the check was squared they walked out to the bikes and the light mood dropped. Some Mayans had pulled in and were standing in front of their bikes. The main one out of the four spoke. “You aint leaving with those saddlebags.” The Mayan declared.
“Or how about I cut of your balls and take them with me in my saddlebags.” Tig snapped back.
The fight was on. Tig launched into the main member. Jax engaged the one on his right and Opie went after the two to his left.
Jax made quick work of his guy. He wanted to help Opie. However, after laying out the one Mayan he looked over to see Opie smiling, the two Mayans already knocked out in the dirt at his feet.
Tig on the other hand, was at a disadvantage. They pulled the main Mayan off Tig. Opie held him as Tig let off a couple of revenge hits. “How the fuck did you know to ask for the bags?” Tig asked.
“A little birdy told me.” The Mayan spit out.
Tig kicked him hard in the crotch. The Mayan howled in pain.
“This could make for a fun afternoon.” Tig smiled.
“No man, we got the info from the Mayan Son.” The mayan said, and realized he had said far too much.
“Mayan son?” Opie asked.
“A rat.” Tig spit.
“Nah you got it all wrong. We just have our sources.” The Mayan scrambled to pull back what he had said.
“Tell me who the rat is!” Jax said.
“Whatever prospect, I ain’t tellin’ you shit.” He barked back, although Opie held him tight.
Jax’s anger flared and he lashed out. The punch knocked the Mayan out cold. Opie dropped him in the dirt. “Guess he was done talking.” Opie said.
Tig got on his bike. “Let’s go, I want to get back to T-M.” Tig barked.
They rode with haste, about twenty minutes down the road a Mayan bike screamed up next to them. It was the leader again. This time he leveled a pistol at Tig’s head and motioned to him to pull over.
However, by focusing on Tig he was not able to track the other two. Opie pulled up on the other side of the Mayan. He unclipped a small length of pipe he kept clipped to his frame. With a quick toss, opie had throw the pipe into the front spokes of the Mayan’s bike. The front wheel locked and sent him flying into the air.
As the they left the crumpled Mayan behind them they laughed and smiled.
The rest of the ride proved uneventful. They pulled into the clubhouse and they went to Clay and Bobby who took the prospect’s saddlebags. “We could have a rat.” Tig stated. The three senior members went into the clubhouse leaving Jax and Opie in the parking lot.
“Where do you think that will lead?” Opie asked.
“That depends Op.” Jax replied.
“On?” Opie asked.
“Who finds the rat first.” Jax replied with a smile.