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Heart of Novocaine Ch2|| Jax Teller x Sansa Stark (SoA/GoT)

Sons of Anarchy x Game of Thrones AU (show divergent)

Warnings: none for now, but there will be violence and smut in the future - with SAMCRO what do you expect? 😜 

Summary: After loosing her mother and elder brother in an accident, Sansa takes her younger siblings and moves in with Jon, who lives in Charming, to start anew, amidst from and the suffering and heartache from the past. But can she adapt to Jon’s dangerous lifestyle? And what if her “past” comes looking for her? And for how long will she be able to abstain herself from the alluring advances of Jax?

Chapter One ||

Chapter Two - Bird on the Wire

Sansa sat down on top of her bed covers, crossing her legs under herself, waiting for Margaery to accept the video call. She looked to her side, watching as Arya was sound asleep, with her back turned to her. In her younger years, she had always complained having to share her room with her sister, and now, both grown-ass women, had to share a bed. A fucking bed. Thank god it was a big, double bed, or Sansa would’ve rather slept on the floor. Arya was a lousy bed companion, and during the night would throw her legs on top of Sansa’s, or somehow she would manage to slap Sansa on her face and chest. And there was also the matter of the drunk snoring, something Sansa had experienced the last time they went camping, when they stole their parents a couple bottles of whiskey and played drinking games.

“Hellooo, earth to Sans!?” Margaery high pitched voice echoed through the phone, calling Sansa out of her daydreaming

“Sorry, I’m here” Sansa apologized, smiling fondly “I missed you so much, Margie! How are you?”

“Oh, you know, bored to the core, nothing fun happens here” Margaery pouted, before continuing “How about you, living with a biker gang... Anyone worth mentioning?” she asked, giggling her eyebrows suggestively

Him “No” Sansa tried to sound nonchalant, but she knew she had failed, as she felt her cheeks warming up, something that her best-friend had also noticed

“You sure?” she teased

“Yeah, I’m sure” Sansa said, rolling her eyes, but her grin was hard to miss. Those damned eyes...

“Sansa, dear, by the way you’re blushing, I bet those pajama trousers are wet as hell”

“Margaery!” Sansa yelped, bringing her spare hand up to cover her face, as her friend laughed happily. Margaery always pushed her just the right way, and she became a different person around her. More loose, confident, and daring, and Sansa loved the power that transpired from her, when she was with Margaery. She looked to her side, and Arya was deep in her heavy sleep “Okay, I’m gonna tell you something, but you cannot, I repeat CANNOT tell anyone”

Margaery smiled deviously “Cross my heart”

“Jon’s been friends with this guy since his teens, right, and he was the one that introduced him to the club. It so happens that his family owns the auto shop we work in and he’s also smoking hot, I mean, steaming hot, drop dead gorgeous, looks that could kill kind guy. And you know what’s the worst?”

“what?”

“He knows he’s so damn irresistible, and he’s not afraid to show it. And he keeps teasing me, and calling me Red, and I’m trying really hard to keep my distance because I know nothing good will come from messing with him, but he’s starting to get on my nerves. Even the way he smokes is stupidly sexy, and that smug grin does things to me that I’m too ashamed to say out loud”

Sansa finished with a sigh, feeling a lot better for finally talking about her frustrations with her best-friend. Margaery, on the other end, was silent.

“You need to get laid” she finally said, despite the protests that erupted out of Sansa “So let me get this straight. Your boss is a hottie, your personal Christian Gray in leather, whiskey and smoke, that keeps flirting with you, and you’re having second thoughts?” Margaery asked, dumbfounded

“He’s my boss” Sansa recalled

“Yeah, I know”

“And he’s Jon’s best - and quite possibly - only friend” Sansa pressed

“That’s unfortunate. For Jon”

“Margie!”

“Alright, I get it, off limits” the brunette said, bringing her arms up, as a gesture of surrender “But I still think you need to get laid, to get him off your mind”

“Any suggestions?” Sansa joked, as her friend brought her hands down, and looked up, thoughtful

“The 4th of July weekend is coming up in a couple weeks, I could visit you and I would help you find a gentleman that is willing to... assist you in that matter. I can take Loras with me and we’d go out to a bar, or something. It’ll be fun” she finished, with a wink

Sansa chuckled “You’re my hero”

“I’m happy you be of service”

Sansa looked to the clock on the bed table, it was twenty minutes past midnight.

“I need to go to sleep now, but we’ll talk about your visit tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Love you, bestie” Margaery waved and sent a kiss

“Love you more, bestie” Sansa replied, before ending the call

She sat the phone down on the table, next to the clock, and slipped inside the covers, feeling happy knowing her best-friend in the world was coming to spend a couple days with her, and she would finally get rid of that itch that was a certain mister Jax Teller.

*~*~*~*

Sansa set down the last book on the shelf with a self-satisfied grin on her face, as she finally finished organizing the accounting books of the Teller-Morrow Autoshop. It took her the better part of two weeks to do it, too, and countless late evenings, but it was done.

“Fuckin’ finally” said Gemma, as she tapped a stack of papers on the tabletop, aligning them perfectly, and set them inside a folder, closing it promptly “I’s starting to think we’d never see the end of it”

“Well, it’s done” Sansa stated, with a smile, and the older woman smiled back.

Sansa liked Gemma a lot, and it seemed to her that the feeling was reciprocate. Gemma had taken her in her wing, these past couple weeks, and Sansa had learned that there was nothing Gemma wouldn’t do for her family, and the club. All she asked in return was devotion, and honesty. She would occasionally ask about Sansa’s life before she came to Charming, about her family, her friends, and past lovers, and if there was a topic Sansa would evade - past lovers - she wouldn’t press on.

“So, have you got any plans for the 4th of July?” Gemma inquired, with a raised eyebrow, as she leaned back on her chair and lighted a cigarette, as Sansa sat down on her chair

“Actually yes, I do. My best-friend and her brother are coming for the weekend. Arya and the boys cleaned the backyard, and the pool, and I think we’ll have a BBQ” Sansa raised her head and looked towards Gemma, as an idea settled in “You should come. I mean, Jon could invite the club, everyone brings the family, and we’ll have a good time”

Gemma laughed “Oh honey, they would bring the house down”

“No, it’ll be fun, I like having them around”

Sansa was caught by surprise by her own admission. They were starting to grow on her. Gemma had been right, they were a big family, there was no way around it.

“Alright then” Gemma grinned, and Sansa noticed it was the same smug smile Jax had “But we need a fuckload of beer”

*~*~*~*

Even though it was only the beginning of the week, and the holiday was only on Sunday, Gemma had insisted to do the shopping beforehand. She had to stop by the cleaners, she had said. For that, Sansa was left “in charge” of the shop. It was not the first time, really, but it was the first time something went terribly wrong.

“FUCK!”

Sansa rushed to the garage, her heart pounding on her ears, when she noticed a terrified Eddie jumping up and down with his hands clasped on his butt-cheeks, while the rest of the group, Tig, Chibs, Jon and Juice stood there laughing their arses off, practically into tears.

“What in the hell happened!?” Sansa snaps, eyes wide and hands over her hips

“We’re just playin’ with the prospect, that’s all” Juice says in between coughs, as he tried to contain his laughter, as the rest of the group were too

“THEY SHOT ME IN THE ASS!!!” Half-Sack yells, and the loud laughter returned

Sansa frowned, looking at Jon with menace, and he began to explain, knowing fully well that she would kick his ass in front of the Sons if she didn’t get an answer “It was an accident, Sans. With a nail gun. He came out of nowhere, and-”

“Someone needs to take him to the ER” Sansa cut him off, pointing at the poor boy

“It’s nothing, no need to worry that pretty head of yours” Juice retorted, as the laughter was dying out

“You know what, Juice? You better watch your mouth or I’ll slap the bullshit out of you!”

There’s not a sound on the garage. Jon is wide-eyed and mouth open, paralyzed on the spot. Tig and Chibs, the wonder-duo, had adverted their gaze to anywhere expect her imposing frame, and Juice’s expression is a mix of confusion, and admiration.

“Whoa Sans, didn’t mean to upset ya” he said in an apologetic tone

“Just forget it, I’ll take him. C’mon Eddie, let’s go”

Sansa stormed out, pulling her car keys out of her back pocket, followed closely by an agonized prospect. She never meant to snap like that, specially at Juice, whose company she’d learned to appreciate over time, pet names aside. He was funny and kinda sweet, although a little empty-headed. She would apologized when she returned from the hospital, she had decided. But for now, she wanted to leave him feeling guilty for pushing her buttons a little too far. As she was reaching the door, she heard Juice’s voice “Damn Jon, ya sis got some big balls of steel!”

*~*~*~*

Jax enjoyed these little private times with Abel. Of course, for the baby it was all the same, whether he was there or not, but for him it meant the world. Abel was his world, at least, the innocent part of him that he hoped to preserve unstained. There was no hope for him and Wendy, no love left, but for Abel he knew, in his heart, that he had something good left to give.

So he would visit his baby son, and he would talk with him, for him, for a couple of hours everyday. And the baby responded well to his voice, Tara had said, as he was growing strong everyday. Jax couldn’t be more proud of the little ass-kicker.

The only matter he was still wary of was Tara, as in being around Tara and not get his heart broken, again. Tara had bailed on him once, and he knew that if things went south she’d do it again, it was her classic MO. Still, having her around once more made him optimistic, thinking that maybe this time she would stay with him.

But did he wanted her to stay? With him, for the matter? If felt bittersweet, thinking of Tara, looking back to their childhood good times and the way they’d loved one another without remembering the way he felt when she left. The hurt of the betrayal was still very present on his mind, and he wasn’t sure he could trust her again like he used to, specially now, that a wrong turn, a bad decision could affect directly the club, and his family.

And, to complicate things further, as if they weren’t a big mess as they were already, there was the growing infatuation on a certain redheaded goddess, a crush he didn’t seem to have any control of, that was leaving him a sleepless moron and a daydreamer, like a love-fool. He hated the power she had over him, even if she didn’t know it. She was too good for his lifestyle, anyway. What would happen to the sweet Sansa, being thrown into a world of chaos, blood and violence? He would never let that happen to her, he had decided, she deserved better.

Jax waved goodbye to Tara, and glance once over to Abel, as he left the nursery. He walked his confident stride, but he knew his face showed different, a bit gloomy. He hated when he was logical. Now he was brooding, he though to himself. What in the hell was she doing to him!?

As he walked by the emergency room, he noticed a tall frame of a woman with hair the colour of fire, that even behind a curtain he could see the bright shades of red, and he stopped abruptly. 

“Sansa?” he called, hesitantly, pushing the curtain aside slightly, just enough for him to peek through. She turned around, in surprise, but as soon as her eyes met his her face softened, and she gave him one of those smiles that race his heart, boiled his blood, and shook his bones.

“Oh- hey Jax” she said gently, and he rushed forward

“What happened?” he asked, and she raised her hand, pointing at Half-Sack. He was lying in the stretch facing down, his bloody butt-cheek sticking out of the hospital robe.

Jax raised his brow at Sansa, the curiosity of the situation making him grin, or maybe it was the sinful looks she was sending him as she spoke.

“Juice shot him in the ass with a nail gun”

Jax crossed his arms over his chest, trying really hard not to laugh his ass off. He looked at the boy, and back at Sansa, who was looking back at him, biting her lower lip, obviously trying not to laugh too. So fucking adorable.

“Well, I bet you can find a good use to that hole too” he finally said, mockingly, not being able to hold it in anymore

“Oh, screw you Jax!” Eddie yelled, raising his head at him, flustered

“I just might let you, if I can use the new hole” he said, winking at him, as Sansa made a repulsed expression and shove him aside, making him finally burst in laughter

“Jax, what are you still doin-?” Tara walked in, but stopped abruptly as she noticed he was not alone. 

“Tara, this is Sansa and Half-Sack, they work at the autoshop. Tara’s the doc looking after Abel, and she’s an old-friend” Jax explained, the latter part more directly at Sansa, although he wasn’t sure why

Tara glance at Sansa quickly, as she walked towards the stretch, holding the patient chart, analyzing it “It’s a small puncture, there’ll be no need for stitches. Just the tetanus shot and a bandage, and he’s out in 20 minutes, max”

“Thank you” Sansa said with a soft smile, and Tara smiled back

“Well, in that case I’m going back to the TM. Sans, need a lift?” he cursed himself under his breath, Tara was looking at him with curiosity

“Nah, I’ll wait for Eddie”

Eddie? What the fuck!? When did he became Eddie!?

“Besides, I brought my car” she finished with an apologetic smile

“Sure, whatever” he tried to sound casual, uninterested, but by the way Sansa looked confused, and Tara amused, he knew he was failing miserably. He needed to get out of there, quickly. He grabbed a cig as he turned around to the exit, already knowing the reaction he would draw out of Tara

“NO SMOKING INSIDE THE HOSPITAL!”

*~*~*~*

Sansa watched as Jax left the room, unsure of what to think of what had just happened. Jax looked uneasy when Tara joined them, they obviously had more in common than an old-friendship. Not that Sansa cared, anyways. Okay, maybe she cared a little. Tara was stunning, and she had a medical degree. She was no croweater.

“Hey, I’m gonna stop by Abel’s, do you wanna come with me?” Tara asks, and Sansa hesitates “It won’t take long, it’s just enough time for the nurse to take care to your friend”

Sansa couldn’t decline, it would be rude. So she nodded, and followed quietly the doctor into the nursery, stopping dead in her tracks as she saw the baby. Abel was lying inside an incubator, tubes covering his small frame and dressed only in a diaper. Sansa felt herself gasp at the sight of the fragile body, a recent scar covering most of his chest.

“He was born with an hereditary heart condition, passed on from Jax’s family” Tara noted, as she walked closer to the incubator. She looked back at Sansa, who was petrified at the door, and made a motion with her hand, pleading for her to join her.

“He was also born premature, due to his mother’s drug abuse”

“I know, Gemma told me” Sansa heard herself say, low and mechanical, as she could not advert her eyes from Abel. She felt herself grabbing hold of her own left wrist, brushing her finger softly over the handkerchief she wore folded as a bracelet. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about him...

“You need to be careful with Gemma” Tara said, and Sansa looked away from the baby, right into her eyes “There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for her family. And that makes her dangerous”

Sansa wasn’t a stupid girl. She knew Gemma was dangerous. They all were.

“I know what Gemma is, I know what they all are capable of” her gaze was intense, determined “But my brother Jon is a member of the club, so this is my home now. They can’t frighten me”

Tara shook her head, recognizing the eminent defeat, as the end of her mouth curled up slightly, obviously impressed by Sansa’s boldness. From now on she would think twice before underestimate Sansa ever again, for sure.

“May God help you then”

A.N.//- Well, here’s the second chapter! Didn’t expected to finish it so soon, but I’m really excited with this story progression. If the end seemed rushed, it’s because the chapter was getting long, and I didn’t wanted to break it in two. There will be plenty of Sansa and Tara interactions in the future, I promisse!

Sorry for any mispellings, english is not my native language, and I don’t have a beta-reader. Feedback = Love!

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