Notes: I do not own or claim any of the original characters nor the show of Sons of Anarchy. The only characters that are my own at Jamie thus far.

The first few chapters take place at an odd time. After Season 1 but before Season 2. I did change/leave out some events.


Waking up was not what Jamie had in mind at that very moment but Opie Winston had other ideas.

"Come oooooooon, Opieeee," she groaned, rolling over onto her stomach away from him.

"Don't 'come on, Opie' me. Let's go. Up." He poked her sides and laughed when she jumped up.

"Jerk." She grumbled, feeling the massive hangover hit her. "Oh…hello…"

Opie's laughter made her head pound so she reached out and landed a loud smack against his bare chest.

"Hey! Ow!" he rubbed his chest as he laughed and stood to get dressed.

They had slept in the same bed, again, last night. Both were way too wasted to ride home so they had managed to find an empty dorm room to crash in. They hadn't done anything, no sex and they were fully clothed. Jamie had loved Donna too much to even contemplate doing it with Opie. Also, being Gemma's kid and Jax's little sister, Op would have his nuts torn off.

"Oh my God that party was ridiculous," she slid off the bed with a long stretch.

"You ain't kidding. Never knew 5 charter could be so crazy," Opie raised his eyebrow as he came from the bathroom. She only wore a bra and undies, making them both kind of stare for a second.

"I guess I got hot…"

"I guess so," Opie grumbled.


Jamie was towel drying her hair when she heard her brothers voice.

"Hey, Op. You seen my sister?"

"Yeah, bath-"

"Sup, Jax?" Jamie walked out of the bathroom in jeans and a bra, looking up at her brother.

"Jamie!" Jax turned away, giving Opie a look. Opie just threw his hands up and shook his head, hoping Jax wouldn't kill him.

"Calm your tits, Jax," she shook her head, pulling on a black tank top.

"I need your help waking everyone up. It's a bit of a mess down there."

"Sure thing," she smirked, sliding her boots on.


Downstairs was an absolute disaster area, a mess was too nice. Guys were sprawled out everywhere with girls on top of them. At least half of the guys were naked, most had their pants down and the girls were missing various articles of clothing. The siblings stopped in the center of the room to survey everyone who was still out cold from last night.

"Holy shit…" she breathed and looked up at Jax.

"Exactly," Jax nodded in agreement.

Jamie looked around, spotting Tig passed out on the bar but missing the girl he had been with when she went to bed. Juice had two girls wrapped around him on the couch, Bobby passed out on the floor with a girls face between his legs, Chibs hanging halfway off of the pool table with an arm hanging onto a red head, and Halfsack was sleeping on half of the couch with one of the other boys taking up the other side.

"Just…wow…" she laughed. "Is that…is that Happy?" She pointed over to a lump on the floor before the sibling burst into laughter. Happy was passed out face first in a girls giant fake boobs with his naked ass straight up in the air.

"How do we wake them up? I've tried everything," Jax shook his head, but his sister had disappeared.

"I've got an idea," she said as she returned with two thick bike manuals. She lifted them up above her head, smirking.

"Brat," Jax plugged his ears just before Jamie dropped the books.

They landed with a loud bang, causing the boys to all wake up. Some jumped in their spot, some sat up, others popped up to their feet, the rest just rolled over with groans and mumbles.

"Goooood morning!" Jamie yelled, laughing when the pair got cursed at by everyone.

"I'll get to cooking breakfast," she laughed, taking a manual and throwing it at Tig. "Tigger! Off the counter!" She said but he just tossed the manual on the floor. She whacked him with it, giving him a look. "Off the damned counter, Trager." She watched him mumble and grumble, hearing him call her bitchy at some point but he did as she asked. "Thank you, Tiggy."


Within the hour there were eggs, bacon, bagels, doughnuts and fruit circulating through the mass crowd of men and women. One thing that Jamie knew how to do was cook for an army, she had been raised in SAMCRO after all.

"Delicious," Tig groaned with his mouth full.

"Food," Bobby shook his head, looking rather rough at that moment.

"Who taught you how to cook?" Happy's raspy voice broke her thoughts and she smiled.

"Not you, that's for sure." Chuckles rang throughout the group at that, making Jamie look over at Happy with a smirk on her face. Before they could get to bickering, Chibs groaned.

"Aaaaaaye, my back," he was such a whiney boy sometimes.

Jamie walked over and softly began to massage his back, watching the Scot lean forward to give her access to his back.

"Hey, Chibs. I have an idea for you to think about. How about you not sleep half off of a pool table with a beer in your hand?"

"Shut it ya smartass and keep rubbin'," he quipped back. She could only laugh at him and continue her work.

"It smells like hell and pussy in here." Ah, there was the man of the hour. He made it through everyone to press a kiss to Jamie's forehead.

"Mornin' pops," she said softly.

"How's my girl?" He smiled.

Clay Morrow. He took Jon Teller's place after JT died and despite the fact that Clay was not Jamie's dad, he was the only father she had ever known.

"I'm ok," she nodded with a soft smile. Chibs made a snorting noise so she dug her thumbs into his back, watching him cringe. There was no way she was letting him be a smartass.

"Good. Now, don't loosen him too much. I need my Scot with a stick up his ass-"

"'Ey!" Chibs turned to look at Clay, acting as if he was going to say something but all he did was laugh. Oh the dynamics of this messed up family.

"Church in fifteen minutes! Jax!" Clay hollered, getting some groans and bitching from the boys. There were a lot of complaints about Church and hangovers and bullshit. She shook her head, walking to the other side of the bar.

"Better, Chibbie?" She asked softly as she swiped his beer.

"Yeah, ya little shet," he swiped his beer back. "Thank you."

Jamie merely smiled with a slow nod before she started to clean up. Charters left and those who had stayed went into Church. As soon as the doors closed, Jamie set to cleaning. With them in church it was silent in the clubhouse, so she heard her mother's boots clicking on the floor before she was even in the club.

"Hey ma," she said softly, looking up at Gemme Teller.

"Hey, baby. How are you feeling?" Gemma sat on a stool, watching her daughter.

"Good, actually. My headache is gone but I still have a bit of that hangover sleepiness."

"Good, because we need to talk." Gemma looked up at her daughter as she stopped cleaning.

Jamie leaned against the counter with a sigh. "Yes, dear mother?"

"What's this I hear you and Opie were in a dorm room all night?" Gemma gave Jamie that 'you're busted' look.

Jamie sighed, snapping, "Damnit, Jax." Calming herself, she just shook her head. "Nothing happened, Ma. We were both completely trashed and it wasn't safe for us to ride home so we crashed. We only slept and fully clothed-"

"Fully?"

"I was getting out of the shower. Jax just happened to be there," she rolled her eyes, going back to cleaning. "It's not like they haven't seen me before in just a bra. I work in a bra half the time."

"I know," Gemma shook her head, hating that Jamie did that. "Well, just be careful."

"I'm not going to sleep with Opie, Ma. I can't do that, not to Donna…" Jamie sighed, stopping for a moment. "Even if she is gone."

"Don't think like that," the Queen of Bikers stood up, shaking her head before kissing Jamie's forehead. "They had better get out of Church soon. We've got customers already."


A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading and please review, leave comments, rip it up, do whatever! I'm always up for criticism, in both good and bad ways :D