Disclaimer: I only own Lyra and any other Original characters that you see as well as some possible slight plot deviations. Everything else belongs to Kurt Sutter.

A/N: This is my first sons story, and my first fanfiction in a few years. Reviews are good if you want and i will be updating every Monday.

Also, I will be doing outfits for this series on Polyvore. So if you go to that website, type in victoriarobinson180 and search through members then you will find my account. There will be a collection that I will add to called 'The Life of a Biker' and at the beginning of each chapter I will state which outfit/s will be used in the chapter.

Outfit for chapter 1,2 and 3: First Meeting (Patch over)


Lyra didn't have a normal upbringing. Her mother left when she was just 2 so her father and his motorcycle club raised her. This meant being exposed to the life of outlaws, guns, drugs and whores. To most it sounds like an awful life sent waiting for the police to arrest your family and take you away, but it wasn't.

The truth of it was they taught Lyra how to fight by the time she was 14 and she was shooting guns by the time she was 12. They encouraged her love of motorbikes and art, which then lead to a promising career as a tattoo artist thanks to one of her many uncles. She had been riding bikes since she was old enough and she had a family that would do anything for her.

But honestly, she had wanted to get away from this life for a year in her teens but instead she came to an agreement with her old man. When she turned 18 she could spend a year away in order to find herself, and she ended up with her Uncle Happy in Tacoma and found she didn't want to leave the club life, but instead she wanted to become a patched member. The first female patch.

So at 20, after a hard year of prospecting, she was unanimously voted in by her family and she'd been with the Devil's Tribe Nevada since. She was an expert shooter and could talk any man into doing what the club needed him to do, and she was their resident tattoo artist. She wasn't a bad mechanic and honestly she was always good friends with the girls that worked for the clubs business.

The only problem was any time she got to a good place with a man and she brought him to meet her family he would tuck tail and then run in the other direction. The club would intimidate them and would result in a very big argument between her and her father that always ended with her in tears and claiming to hate him.

At the moment all of the members of the club were waiting at the clubhouse, they were expecting a visit from some old friends in the form of SAMCRO. Lyra had only met Clay when he dropped by once and Jury informed him about her being a member and he told her there was always room at SAMCRO for such a talented and loyal woman. But she was excited to meet them, seeing as they were a very big deal in the biker world.

She was currently stood up working on a back piece for Jake, a member of the club who was well over six foot and had been one of the ones to teach her how to fight. He had wanted a large Japanese scene done on his back and Lyra had spent five previous sessions on it, and was getting a very healthy commission from it. But now was the last session, finishing a lot of shading and blending.

It was far too hot in the clubhouse and she had been at work for three hours now, having to work from top to bottom so she could start off standing, then use a chair and she was finishing off crouched down in order to reach the very base of his back. All of the members and girls were stood around watching and laughing.

When the sound of a dozen harley engines could be heard the girls all scattered to make sure they were ready to work as many of the men got up and stood in order to greet the incoming club, but not Lyra. She was ten minutes away from finishing and she wasn't stopping for anybody, biker royalty or not.


Meanwhile about three hours earlier the Sons of Anarchy Redwood originals were sat around their clubhouse table, trying to figure out how they were going to keep their guns safe without getting themselves hurt by the Mayans or the law at the same time.

After tossing some ideas about it was Jax who finally spoke up and suggested going to Nevada to ask for the help of the devil's tribe, a longtime brother club of their own. Saying he would be able to convince Jury to help them and Clay agrees saying that it would be their chance to make them an official Sons charter in return.

"Before you all go there's something I want to tell you, there's a member of the tribe that I want to join the sons a few years younger than you Jax." He told them, blowing a puff of smoke out of his mouth as he looked at the confused faces of his brothers.

"Why? They something special?" Juice asked, thoroughly confused.

Tig just sat back with his brows raised and a shrug, as did Bobby, the pair never ones to question Clay on his decisions.

Chibs stubbed out his cigarette and grinned at his president, "Ya getting bored of us Clay? Need a new member fer entertainment?" All of the men around the table laughed and Clay just shook his head in return.

"They're nothing too special, but we need loyalty now more than ever and the member is too young to be stuck in that club, need something more. Trust me, you'll see when we get there. Now let's get ready to go." He slammed the gavel down and they all began to leave the chapel to prepare for their trip to Nevada.