"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
They say that all is fair in love and war... And both are about to descend on Charming as the suburban slice of heaven that the Sons have vowed to protect continues to be overrun by enemies, challenging the long-standing arrangements between the small town's major players.
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, mentions of drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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Tara stood with her arms crossed, leaning against the doorway of Wendy's hospital room while she signed the papers for her lawyer, peeking at the fragile woman through her thin lashes until the suited man finally left the room.
"Feeling better?"
"A little dopey, so to speak..." Wendy chuckled humourlessly.
"When you're feeling stronger, I'll take you to see your son." She nodded.
"Yeah, okay..." Wendy avoided eye contact. "Has Jax been around?"
Tara felt her spine stiffen under the pointed question. "I don't know." She answered just a little too quickly. "They said that you had a friend smuggle in that syringe of meth..."
"Yeah." Wendy blinked. "I just signed the affidavit... Hospital's a little nervous about the liability issues."
"I'm sure they are..." Tara nodded slowly, until Wendy began chuckling. "What?" Her face contorted.
Wendy scoffed as she looked over the clean brunette woman in her doctor's scrubs, and then herself where she sat in a hospital gown, caked in a layer of sweat. "The two women who loved Jackson Teller..." She mused. "Could we be at more opposite ends of the spectrum?"
"W-we're not that different." Tara tried.
"Save it, sweetheart." Wendy scoffed. "I don't need a pep talk. I know what I am."
"So do I." Tara nodded. "And you're not suicidal." She shook her head incredulously. "You didn't have anyone smuggle in that dose... And I have a pretty good idea who might have delivered it..."
"Don't go down that road." Wendy shook her head.
"She the one who injected you?"
"No!" She rolled her eyes. "I stared at that five-mil tube for over an hour, and then I pumped it into my favorite vein." She said with a regretful twitch. "End of story."
"Why?" Tara couldn't understand. She had been around addiction her entire life, and she had never understood.
"God." Wendy scoffed with a shake of her head. "If you don't know why, then you and me are nothing alike."
