Author's Note: Greetings Readers! This was a little something that I had bouncing around inside my head and I finally decided to give it an outlet! This is a single one-shot right now, but it may turn into a One-Shot Series centered around the same OC here and her relationship with Jax. It all depends on how well this piece is received and rather or not my brain throws out some more ideas! So enjoy yourself!

Story Information:
*Rating: Fiction M (It IS an Sons of Anarchy fiction after all! Everything from violence and language to adult themes!)
*Pairing: Jax Teller/OC (Remember- same OC for each piece!)
*Warning!: There will be some AU and OOC situations. I can't promise that the timeline/ages/exact events will match with the TV Series perfectly, and I will be adding in events that were never there or shown. So if that's what you're looking for, you might want to deviate from this story. Or give it a try, you might like it!

Support and feedback is always welcomed and encouraged! Keep any story hating or flames to yourself though please, our favorite Biker Boys are pretty trigger happy!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything SOA related, sadly for me. It all belongs to the wonderful Kurt Sutter! I also do not own any recognizable/copyrighted/trademarked material that may be mentioned. I only own my fancy little OC, her thoughts, and the awesome plot bunnies she gives me!

I shot for the sky
I'm stuck on the ground
So why do I try,
I know I'm gonna fall down
I thought I could fly,
So why did I drown?
Never know why
It's coming down, down, down
"Down"~ Jason Walker

"You need to stop avoiding him, you know?"

She let out a groan at the words, her head flopping back and bouncing lightly against the back of the couch she was perched on. The knowing chuckle that came across the line from the elder girl made her growl a bit, her eyes narrowing in frustration. It wasn't really the words spoken that prodded her ire, it was the fact that she knew the other girl was right.

"You know I'm right Danni."

Yeah, whatever.

"You're a pain in my ass Donna." She snapped, shoving a hand roughly through her hair.

What was most irritating was that, despite how badly she wished it differently, she couldn't deny that Donna spoke the truth.

It had been three weeks of nerves, tears, and fury on her part as she put all her efforts into avoiding one Jackson Teller, Charming's resident Prince of SAMCRO. The cold blast of adrenaline any time she heard the roar of a motorcycle, hiding herself away when she recognized Gemma in stores, ducking phone calls and keeping silent when he came to bang on the front door; it was all quickly becoming exhausting. Her heart ached something fierce every single time she was within ten feet of him, desperate to hear his voice in her ear, sink into his warm, open arms and lose herself in the boy, the man, she had been in love with since she was sixteen. But even though the thought was a balm to her horribly tortured soul, the thought of actually laying eyes on him made her feel a little sick to her stomach. Because when she did; when her green eyes connected with those shockingly blue ones of his, or ran the length of his muscled, toned body as she took in that strong chest and those protective arms, images of him holding her flashed through Danielle's mind.

She still had the pictures, even though she didn't need them.

They were burned painfully into her mind.

How he had been draped up against her doorway, flashing that panty-dropping smirk of his. How his thick arm, banded with steely muscles, had wrapped around the small of her back as he dipped his head down. How his lips had been crushed against her disgustingly chapped ones, there in the hospital waiting room. His bike parked in front of her house. Her disappearing down the hallway to the clubhouse dorms.

It made Danielle sick.

And no matter how hard she tried to push them away, every time she closed her eyes…they were there.

"That's what big sisters are for, babycakes."

She rolled her eyes, swinging her legs in front of her as she admired the new, blood red pedicure she had concentrated on in favor of thinking about the invitation to Abel's homecoming she had skipped out on. It had been tough, she had been visiting Abel every day despite the current situation with his father, and she had been looking forward to the day the little munchkin finally got to go home. But she hadn't been able to face him, not yet. She just…couldn't.

"We've talked about this! You've only got six minutes on me, big damn deal." She huffed.

"She was there."

Danielle froze.

It felt like she couldn't breathe and the sting of unshed tears she had been pushing back for the last three days (because she had finally made it more than twenty-four hours without crying, dammit!) prickled in her eyes. She blinked rapidly, sucking in a deep and shaky breath as her mind scrambled for something, anything, to say in response.

"I-" Her voice cracked, stuck on the sudden lump in her throat.

"He barely paid attention to her Danni," Her twin took pity on her, murmuring soothingly. "He stayed glued to Gemma's side or with the boys. He hardly even acknowledged that she had shown up, seemed confused that she had in fact."

A quiet sigh of relief escaped Danielle's lips involuntarily, the rigid tension that had seeped into each of her muscles at Donna's initial revelation slowly ebbing from within. She sunk back into her seat, green eyes closing against the light from above as they blurred with a slight film of tears.

"They went to the back-"

Spoke too soon…Danielle thought bitterly, biting down harshly on her lip.

"Donn-" She choked out, she couldn't listen to this.

"And he yelled at her," Donna continued, cutting her off mid-sentence. "She asked what they were doing and he wanted to know, and I quote, 'just what in the hell' she was talking about. She tried to kiss him, he pushed her away, she slapped him and he told her to get the fuck out."

She was breathing heavily, could hear her heart beating furiously in her ears.

"That's what Ope says, anyway. He's got the handprint on his cheek to prove it, that's for sure."

God, how she wanted to believe her sister's words.

"He's waiting for you, Danni. It's time to let this go; you're only hurting both of yourselves more. The two of you…you're meant to be together."

She was right, and she fucking hated it when Donna was always right.

"What happened to hating the Club and all that comes with it?" She cleared her throat, trying to move past the topic of Jax and how she ached for him.

"I was wrong, we both know I rarely own up to that." Danielle smirked at her sister's admission, swiping at her eyes. "The life is the life, and we're in it…we might as well live it."

Danielle smiled, relief coursing through her veins at the sound of acceptance in Donna's voice. It had been a tough haul since Opie had gotten out of Chino after his five year stint for the Club, wrongfully served thanks to a disgusting rat. Five years was a long time for her sister to be without her man while raising two kids, and once he was finally free, the last thing she had wanted was for him to risk going back in by re-submerging himself in the MC lifestyle. It didn't matter what her sister, Gemma, Jax, or anyone said…Donna had been terrified.

More than once she had pleaded with Danielle, begging for her help to just get out.

Out of Charming.

Out of SAMCRO and all that came with it.

Start out fresh, a new life.

"Taking up your status as an Old Lady again, Don-Don?" She teased, grinning when she heard her twin sister grumbling on the other line.

"Don't you dare say 'I Told You So', you big smartass." Donna snapped, though she giggled halfway through. "I happen to be headed to the store, I'm helping clean up and Gem needs powder for the dish washer."

"Moving right on up, aren't ya Sis?" She laughed, wiggling her toes.

"Shut up!" Donna squeaked.

"Oh c'mon, you'll be Second Lady of SAMCRO in no time, and then we can-"

"No really, shut up." Donna muttered, her tone low, serious. "I think…I think I'm being followed."

Danielle snorted, standing from her place on the couch before she padded into her apartment's annoyingly small kitchen. She pulled open the refrigerator door, popping the top on a can of Coke before she took a sip.

"You're probably just being your usual, paranoid self." She joked, leaning against the counter.

Donna's increased pace of breathing on the other line though, made her pause. She listened as her sister mumbled under her breath, something about 'taking a few turns' and the car that was 'riding her bumper' still being there. An ominous chill ran down Danielle's spine, her fingers tightening into a white-knuckled grip around the aluminum can in her grasp. Dark tendrils of dread seeped into her mind, clouding her thoughts as she whispered along with her sister, though no one could actually hear them.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at the corner of Main and Second Street," Donna breathed, her voice cracking.

"Can you see anything?" Danielle continued to question, darting toward her shoes.

She could hear the screech of the driver's side window being manually rolled down, making her briefly wonder what her sister was doing in Opie's old truck instead of her car. She shoved it to the back of her mind though as she heard Donna panting into the phone, the fear coloring her voice and making it shake.

"I-I c-can't see anything, the glare…it's making it too hard. They have their brights on. It-It's an SUV, I think?"

Danielle nodded to herself, scrounging around on the counter for her keys. "Just sit tight, I'm going to call the boys and be right-"

"You know I love you, right Danni?" Donna whispered, tears obvious by the tone of her voice.

Danielle froze once more, the icy chill of pure fear shuddering through her frame as her eyes widened and her own eyes filled with unbidden tears. In that moment, she swore she could feel what Donna was; the adrenaline that came with her panic, the terrifying agony of danger so near, the pure and potent sense of her fear.

"Don't you dar-"

"And you know I trust you. Kenny and Ellie, you'll watch over them right, if s-something happens?" She cut her off, pleading.

"Donna I'm going to come-"

"Promise me."

"I need to call the boys, everything is going to be fine! Just keep-"

"Promise me Danni!" Donna shouted, her breath hitching across the line.

Danielle swallowed harshly, nodding even though her sister couldn't see her as she whispered. "I promise."

"Good." Donne murmured in relief. "Good, that's good. And Ope too, you have to take care of them, okay? I love you babycakes."

"Stop it!" She hissed, growing angry in her fear. "Nothing is going to happen Don-"

Danielle's reassurances were interrupted by a damning sound, the TAT! TAT! TAT! of automatic gunfire, and her body locked, stuck in place. The can she had been gripping so tightly only seconds before slipped from her fingers, hitting the tile beneath her feet with a sharp thud as it busted, spewing its carbonated liquid all across the floor. There was a shrill ringing in her ears, the only sound she could really hear aside from the blood pulsing through her veins and her thundering heartbeat in her chest. Her lungs had stalled out before shuddering in her ribcage as she sucked in an unstable breath of much needed oxygen.

"Donna?" She whispered.

There was a car horn blaring, she could hear that, and the faint sound of rubber on pavement as tires squealed harshly.

"Donna!" She tried again, her heart thumping painfully now.

Nothing.

Just the horn…until she screamed.

"DONNA!"

~-.-~

He felt like he couldn't breathe as he stood there, watching his best friend of twenty-nine years, his brother, weep openly over the broken body of his dead wife. He could hear nothing outside of Opie's pain-filled cries and pleas for her to wake up, to come back to him. The dull noise of law enforcement, the sirens of the ambulance and roaring engines of their approaching club brothers; it all fell on deaf ears.

Where had it all gone wrong?

Just this evening he had been happy with the homecoming of his first son, as happy as he could be in her absence at least, and now...now everything had been ripped to shreds. Donna was dead. Gunned down from behind on the quiet streets of Charming while she had been out to get dishwashing soap for his goddamn house. The bullets had pierced the back window of Opie's truck and embedded in the back of her skull, ending her life long before she should have gone, and it didn't matter how it was set up to look.

He knew.

He knew exactly who was responsible.

Jax Teller looked up, his eyes meeting with clouded blue ones as he stared at Clay Morrow, his features hard and unforgiving. His brothers -Chibs, Juice, Tig, and Opie especially- missed the icy glare he sent the older man's way as he spoke to Wayne Unser in quiet murmurs, no doubt finding out what all was known. Opie's yell of desperation broke the eye-contact he kept with his Club President, and he bent down to his brother's trembling form that was hunched over Donna's body. Jax pulled him up from the ground slowly, letting out a gust of air as Opie's tall frame collapsed into his chest, his beefy arm and hand clutching at Jax's back while he sobbed into his shoulder, his body being supported by both Jax and Chibs.

"Has…" Juice whispered, coughing through the crack in his voice as his eyes shimmered in the streetlight. "Has anyone called Danni?"

Jax's entire body locked up, his eyes blowing wide as he looked to his brother who helped him hold up a numb and unresponsive Opie. Danielle…

"Son of a bitch-" Chibs hissed, eyes turning back to the body on the ground. "What the hell do we tell th' lassie?"

All eyes turned to Jax.

He didn't know what to do, what to say.

And when the ear-piercing scream that chilled him to the very bone, that featured in his worst nightmares of having the one he loved most ripped away from him, filled the night's dry air…

He knew he no longer had to.

~-.-~

The flashing lights nearly blinded her as she pulled up, casting the street in grim hues of red and blue. Tires squealing against the pavement, she threw open her door and was already stepping out immediately after she had thrown the gear in park, not even bothering with cutting the engine.

Her eyes took in the three or four patrol vehicles, both Charming PD and San Joaquin County, the two ambulances, the single firetruck, and the single unmarked vehicle that was more than likely for FED's. She could see the bikes already there, though she didn't take the time to recognize which members they belonged to. To her left was Donna's little car, the driver's side door left wide open, and in the middle of a hoard of emergency vehicles stood Opie's old pick-up truck, the one she constantly teased him over. But she didn't really register any of it.

All she could see was the yellow tarp on the ground…

The white sheet draped over it…

And the body sandwiched in between.

Dimly, she realized the heart-wrenching scream that filled the air was hers when those closest to her snapped their heads around to look at her, and her lungs convulsed in her chest once she had run out of air to scream with. She was moving before anyone could utter a word, sprinting right for the tarp without coherent thought.

Get to Donna. Get to the tarp. Get to Donna. Donna, Donna, Donna…

Hands grappled for control of her just as she reached the yellow tape, restraining her from entering the crime scene and that tarp she desperately needed to get to. The call from who she thought might have been David Hale came a second too late as Danielle threw her head back wildly, grunting when she felt it connect with the officer's face, no doubt breaking his nose. He dropped her and she scrambled up from her crouched position on the pavement, running straight toward the tarp and the small crowd of people around it.

Donna, Donna, Donna…

She would have winced at the sting in her knees as she slid across the plastic if she could have felt the pain, ripping the white sheet away and throwing it behind her. The breath in her lungs felt like ice, freezing cold and weighing down her chest with each gasping pant of air she took.

Donna, Donna, Donna…

Her hands shook violently. They smoothed over the ivory skin of her sister's cheek, tangled in her short brown hair. Her head pounded in her skull, her heart beating erratically in her ears. Gray-blue eyes stared blankly back up at her, cloudy and unseeing. Something squished sickeningly against her fingers.

Donna, Donna, Donna…

Her hands were sticky, she thought. She frowned and pulled them from the back of her sister's head. The sight prompted her gut to clench, she turned her head at the last second, heaving as her stomach emptied its contents on the asphalt next to her.

Donna, Donna, Donna…

Stained hands reflected back at her when she wiped her mouth on her shoulder and looked down once more. Red; like the perfect rose, like a big bow on a Christmas present, like...blood. Lots and lots of blood. Too much blood.

Donna, Donna, Donna…

Was she screaming that out loud or was it just being chanted in her mind, over and over? She didn't know, couldn't tell, couldn't hear, and couldn't feel. Anything. There was only one thing.

Donna, Donna, Donna…

Cold, her sister was cold. Danielle scrambled to remove her jacket, needing something to warm her sister up. Why wasn't anyone bringing a blanket, or getting her up and inside the ambulance? She was cold!

Donna, Donna, Donna…

"Darlin'."

She froze.

That voice, she knew that voice.

Through the haze that had enveloped her mind, her single-sightedness that had her focused only on her twin sister and nothing else, she recognized that voice. That voice had soothed away her fears of him not coming home from runs as his arms held her close, had teased her when he caught her dancing around his kitchen for the first time, and had told her how beautiful she looked as she sat there in the NICU's rocking chair while she sang Abel to sleep his first night out of the toaster.

"Danni, look at me baby."

His voice was both comforting and commanding, though it shook slightly with emotion.

Feeling came back into her body, her limbs tingling with nerves from where she had been hunched over for an undetermined amount of time. Hands; large, warm and familiar, palmed her cheek and curled around her neck. They urged her to look up, to break the stare she had with her sister who had yet to blink, had yet to answer her pleading calls. Danielle blinked, once…twice…three times. Her eyelashes fluttered across tear-stained cheeks as she finally managed to look up like he had asked, her breath hitching in her throat once green connected with blue, both glistening with unshed tears.

"Jax…" She breathed.

Pleaded, begged, desperate for him to tell her something different.

That wasn't her twin sister lying there, prone and broken on that ugly yellow tarp. Her hands weren't coated with the thick, sticky blood of her sibling, or the tiny chunks of brain matter from the hole blown in the back of her skull. Opie wasn't sobbing himself hoarse, propped up against both Chibs and Juice now after Jax had dropped to his knees beside her.

This wasn't happening, she needed him to tell her this wasn't real.

"I can't." He whispered.

She wailed then.

The sound echoed through the night, filling the street and those beyond with her haunting call of grief.

The mournful cry was so heartbreaking, so agonizingly distressed that those around her, both emergency responders and SAMCRO members alike, felt their eyes sting with tears and their hearts lurch in their chests for her. She threw herself at her sister's body, frantic to reach her. Warm arms of steel wrapped around her waist though, capturing her and pulling her tight back into a broad chest, the heat soothing something deep in her soul. Danielle squirmed in their hold despite the sensation. If she could just get her sister up, she knew if anyone could, it was her.

"Donna, please wake up! Please!" She cried, gasping through her sobs. "Don-Don, please…please!"

But her sister didn't stir.

Didn't move. Didn't breathe.

She collapsed into Jax's embrace then, burrowing into his strong chest while her sticky fingers gripped at the shirt lying underneath his leather cut, staining it with Donna's blood. One last scream tore through her throat, though Danielle remained oblivious to the sound and the men that began to crowd around her that she had known almost her entire life, before she broke down into sobs that shook her entire body as she pressed her face into Jax's warm neck. His scent filled her nose with every ragged breath, a musk with a bit of spice. It had always reminded her of leather and sandalwood with a dash of cinnamon and a hint of smoky grease. The honey and sun-kissed strands of blonde hair that brushed his shoulders obscured her vision, blocking out the flashing lights and crowd of onlookers that witnessed her fall apart.

"I'm sorry darlin'," He murmured, his breath warm against her ear. "I'm so, so sorry."

She didn't know how long they stayed like that.

At some point Jax had pulled her further into his chest, rearranging her in his lap until she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist, squeezing him between her legs and arms for dear life. He was her anchor, keeping her grounded to the world there with him as her mind threatened to lose itself in the darkness of a deep oblivion.

He never stopped talking to her.

Whispers of love and comfort, soothing the fierce ache in her chest and quieting her sobs until he succeeded in leeching the tension from her muscles, leaving her body limp and dependent on him for support. She had long since closed her eyes, drifting between consciousness and the place where all she could hear, see, feel, and smell was Jackson Teller. Vaguely, Danielle heard someone murmur to him before he shifted beneath her, gripping her tightly as he rose fluidly from his position on the ground. She whimpered quietly as he began to walk and his warm hand caressed the length of her spine before clasping around the back of her neck, his thumb rubbing gentle circles where it met her shoulder.

"Donna-" She trailed off brokenly.

"I know darlin', I know."

"My car-" She croaked out, her throat sore from her screams and cries.

"The boys will take care of it." Jax answered her, refusing to let her go. "I'm taking you home."

She knew they needed to talk, but his fuck-up with the doctor bitch from hell seemed so trivial now as he carried her away from the scene, her eyes blinking open to catch sight of the paramedics gently replacing the white sheet over her sister's vacant body. Donna's words echoed quietly in the back of her mind, interrupting the steady stream of pain and grief with a small ounce of hope.

It's time to let go…

The two of you…you're meant to be together...

The life is the life, and we're in it…we might as well live it...

She didn't want to waste even a second more of their time.

"I love you." She whispered, her lips skimming his ear.

Jax froze for a single moment, and then he was squeezing her impossibly tighter, impossibly closer to his body. His sigh of content was audible, the tight muscles underneath her shuddering with his relief. He pulled back only as far as he needed to meet her eyes, his forehead pressed to her own as he bumped their noses together and brushed her lips with his for the first time in three weeks.

"I love you too, darlin'."