A:N/ Okay so when I say I have NO CLUE who is going to be paired with my OC, I completely mean it. I've always wanted to write one for each of my favorite guys, Jax, Chibs, Juice, Tig, and Happy. But I have not only zero creativity skills for that, but also not that much time. I kind of wanted to try another story while the summer is still up in smokes.

OH. And another thing. You'll find A LOT of characters in this are based off of Veronica Mars characters. Why? Because I love that show and am currently rewatching it. Sue me. But don't go complaining for my lack of creativity when it comes to that department. I warned you.

Blair walked into the diner and let her eyes scan for her friend, Juliet. The girl was computer savvy and while Blair had no problem when it came to computers, she didn't have the time or patients to be tracking down an I.P number. Juliet, however, could do so in her sleep and Blair thought it would be nice if it could be done as soon as possible.

She fingered the white paper in between her thumb and middle finger as she walked across the diner and took a seat at the bar. She kicked her legs against the bar and waited until she got Juliet's attention. She smiled at the brunette and held the paper out to her.

"Think you could track that down for me on your lunch break?" She asked with a grin.

Juliet rolled her eyes and set a dish towel down on the counter. She took the paper and looked it over before shoving it into her pocket. "I guess. But why couldn't you just do this?"

B chuckled lightly and shrugged her shoulders. "I may know how, but you should also know that I don't have the time or patience to do so. I'm helping Viv with something while my dad is out of town. I've promised my undivided attention to whatever it is she has me doing and while this," she said, motioning towards the pocket where Juliet had just shoved the paper. "Is considered a part of the job, I just figured you'd be ever so happy to help us out." Blair grinned and rested her chin on the palm of her hand.

Juliet paused for a moment and thought the whole situation over. A slow smile appeared on her lips. "Is this a paying job?" She asked slowly, the smile still in place.

Blair's hand dropped from its upright position and she glared slightly at Juliet. "Seriously? V isn't even giving me what I deserve since I still kind of owe her from a while ago. You're going to make me give you some of my profit now?" She would have liked to believe that Juliet would have simply looked up the I.P for her out of the goodness of her heart, but she knew that the girl had bills to pay and her parents didn't exactly have money to help her out.

Blair's family had money and she worked despite not having to. There was something about earning her own living that really set B off. She liked the feeling of not having to depend on anyone. She had always liked taking care of herself and relied on nobody but herself.

"Fine," Blair said finally. "But you're only getting 8% of what I'm getting," she began. "Considering V is only cutting me 25." Blair leaned back in her seat and grumbled. She hated the fact that she owed Vivian something, but she knew that the favors she was asking her to do were simply and not as difficult as she would have expected.

The brunette got up from her seat and waved goodbye to her friend. "I'll be back later tonight for that address!" She yelled over her shoulder.

Blair walked out to her car and got into her newly bought black SAAB convertible. It had been a birthday present from her father. She loved the car but had been a little hesitant in accepting it. She didn't like the idea of someone buying her something so expensive. But still, she loved it.

She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and she squirmed in her seat to get it out. She saw that Vivian was calling her and she smiled. "Hey V, whatcha need now?" She asked.

She heard a sigh on the other end and she wondered if something had gone wrong. Knowing Vivian, it probably had. "Listen, my car broke down. Do you think you could drive to Charming and pick me up at the Teller-Morrow Garage?"

Blair raised her eyebrows at the coincidence. Despite only living a few towns away from Charming in her down time, Blair had only ventured into Charming five times tops her whole life. Her friendship with Vivian had started in high school, but the brunette had moved to L.A after graduating to help her dad at his company. The two had only recently been reunited in terms of doing a job. "Sure," she said slowly, as if she was unsure of her answer. "I'm actually already in town. I just left Juliet at the diner. I'll be there in five." She hung up the phone and drove to the garage like Viv had asked so nicely.

She pulled into the lot and looked around for her blonde headed friend. She didn't see her from her spot in the car and decided that snooping around, hoping to find her, was the best solution. She got out of her car and locked it by habit even though she was sure she would be staying within eyesight of it. She walked closer to the garage and saw a few of the guys look up from what they were doing but she ignored them and walked into the office.

There was no sight of Vivian but there was an older woman with dark hair and blonde highlights sitting at a desk. She looked frustrated and Blair thought twice about interrupting her. But her brain filter was quickly demolished and she did so anyways. "Excuse me," she said. Blair leaned against the doorframe and waited for the woman to look up.

When she finally did she looked less than pleased but it didn't look like she was angry at Blair, but rather at the paper work. "Can I help you?" she asked not very politely.

"Sorry," Blair apologized. "I was just looking for my friend. She called me to come pick her up. Small. Blonde?" She asked. She had no idea what she would do if this woman had no idea who she was talking about.

The woman set down her pen and it seemed that all stress was relinquished. "Oh. Yeah. Vivian. She went to use the bathroom. She'll be right out."

Blair nodded and silently cursed Vivian. She had no idea what the blonde was really up to in there. Blair may not have known that much about Charming, but she knew enough about the Sons of Anarchy and how trouble seemed to follow them around. She honestly hoped that Viv wasn't planting some bug or something for some upcoming job. It was very much like V to do so, but it wasn't far from something Blair would do too.

The woman looked Blair over and she shifted uncomfortably in her gaze. Blair was usually fine with being sized up, but something about this woman made her feel strange. She wasn't sure if she should feel threatened or proud that this woman was taking the time to look her over. "So I've seen Vivian around town quite a bit, but I haven't seen you around. You new?" She asked, cutting to the chase.

Blair chuckled lightly. Of course Vivian would be spending time in Charming. The people were easy to get information from; she talked about it all the time. "Oh, no," she said shaking her head. "I'm just helping Vivian out with something and stopped by the diner to talk to one of our friends." She shrugged. "I live with Vivian. Sometimes." Blair still had two places to live. She lived with Vivian and had her own place in L.A for when she worked there. "I'm Blair," she said.

"Gemma," the woman introduced herself and as quickly as she had opened her mouth, her attention was now back on her paperwork.

"Is everything okay?" Blair asked, walking into the office a little more.

Gemma shook her head and began throwing papers around the desk. "I was sick for two god damn days and this shit's turned into a mess."

Blair fought back a chuckle, thinking it wise not to find amusement out of Gemma's distress. This woman hit her like the kind of woman to not be messed with. "Do you need any help?" She asked. Vivian was taking her damn sweet time and Blair had to find something to do other than just stand there. She was getting antsy.

Gemma looked up from the papers and took her glasses off, setting them on top of the computer. "Unless you're a saint at filing, no thanks sweet heart. The last thing I need is someone messing this up even more."

"I'm actually pretty good at filing," she began. "I did it all the time for my dad until he actually let me do something useful." Blair folded her arms over her chest and looked over the mess on the table.

Vivian walked into the office and smiled when she saw Blair. "That was quick," she said before Gemma even had the time to reply to what Blair had said. "So you'll call me when everything's fixed?" Vivian asked Gemma, a hopeful look on her face.

The woman chuckled and nodded her head. "Sure thing sweetheart. The boys have seen your car so many times I'm sure they'll have it fixed by tomorrow." Gemma winked at the blonde and Vivian turned her attention back to Blair.

"Awesome. You ready?" She asked.

Blair nodded and smiled at Gemma. "It was nice meeting you," she said.

"Likewise," replied Gemma and she nodded at Blair before returning to her work.

The two girls left the office and walked out to Blair's car. They got in and Blair began to exit the lot.

"So what the hell were you doing in there?" Blair asked, chuckling slightly. "Building a friggen rocking chair by hand or something?"

Vivian laughed and shook her head. "No. I got into talking with one of the guys. Turns out ATF has been sniffing around them lately and he was just talking to me about it."

Blair raised her eyebrows. "Who is this you've been talking to?" She asked skeptically.

"Oh his name is Piney. He doesn't work in the garage because he's too old. Well, he does sometimes but he was just drinking a beer when I saw him." She shrugged and kept her attention on the road as if she was the one driving.

"Right," Blair said slowly. She adored Vivian, she did. But sometimes the girl liked to take on too many jobs at once. The girl wasn't a cop or anything, but she had her connections and knew how to use them. Both of them were similar in that sense. Her older brother was Sherriff back home and there were a lot of people that liked him. But still, sometimes Vivian could get herself in a messy situation and almost always, Blair was right there with her. The two were a bit on the conniving side and it always landed them into trouble.

"Well hey," Blair began. "Don't go making any promises on helping them out until you finish this promise first. Okay?" Blair began. She felt like she was lecturing the girl. But she knew that if Vivian took on another job that she would get pulled into it as well, and Blair had just begun to start enjoying her quiet life. She didn't need to be dealing with ATF or any form of cops for that matter.

"I know," Vivian said calmly. "We were just talking. Besides, I doubt that they would ask us for help for something like that. It's club business. They'll find a way around it."

Blair simply looked over at Viv with an odd look on her face. If she knew any better, she would say that Vivian had already made a silent promise to the club when it came to getting out of a sticky situation.

A:N/ IT sucks. I KNOW. But listen, its nearly midnight and I'm trying to think as I go here. So just REVIEW. Tell me what you think.

SO. Who do you think Blair should be paired up with?