So this is something that's been brewing in my head for a good while, and since I'm a little stuck on Storage Mishaps at the moment, I started working on this again hoping it would help me get past whatever block I'm at. Let me know what you think. I have more to this, but it won't be at the top of my priority list until I finished other things.

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Scout's Origin

Part One

Charming - July 1987

Two years before Scout

"Did I tell you about my dream? I mean damn… this shit was fuckin' crazy." Karen was carrying a shirt around her small two bedroom apartment talking to her cousin who was perched on the couch in the living room watching television. It was about eight at night and she was trying to get her daughter, Teagan, ready for bed. That was proving to be harder than it sounded. Teagan was a little spit fire and every time Karen thought she had her cornered she'd giver her the slip. Such was their nightly ritual. The tall skinny blonde chasing after the curly haired red head.

Her cousin answered from the living room, "Yes. I've heard… and for the love of God, please stop telling me about it." Luanne was sick and tired of hearing her cousin talk about her dumb dream about being shot in the neck. She thought it was weird that she'd have such morbid dreams like that and it quite honestly freaked her out a little. She tried to play it off like she just didn't care, but she was a little worried after everything her cousin had gone through. Actually made you think what she might be doing in her spare time because it was starting to sound like more then just hitting the reefer.

"I'm just sayin', that shit was fuckin' nuts. Like I could feel the air coming in and out of the hole in my neck as I was breathing." The young mother was recounting her dream she'd had about being shot the night before to her cousin. She was freaked the fuck out by it, but the blond on the couch just shook her head and continued what she was doing. She was a lot smarter than everyone gave her credit for, but smarts was not in her job description. Luanne Callaghan was a porn star and her job was to blow, fuck, and eat cum. Not the most glamorous to most, but it paid the bills.

"And you were running for hella days from a shit load of people. I get it, I know. Freaky as hell." Luanne tired her best to continue her act of un-interest as she continued watching the tube while filing her nails.

This was usually how Karen's nights were spent. Fighting with her daughter to get to bed and trying to talk to her cousin who felt the need to come over and smoke all her weed and watch her TV while her man was busy doing shit for his motorcycle 'club', cause God forbid she call it a gang again. She was lucky her head was still intact after that one. Karen had been in Charming the last two weeks after leaving Ireland. She'd come home to raise her daughter, since Teagan's father had been killed before she was born.

He'd been good to her, but she knew he wasn't in it for the long haul either. They'd had their fun and it was great while it lasted, but she was the same age as his son. And he was a member, a prominent member, of the true IRA. That's what ended up killing him in the end. The fucking Cause and everything that went along with it. To damn loyal if you asked her, but no one did. She was just the slutty bar maid that bedded the senior Telford and had junior Telford under her damn finger.

She still lived there for a few years, even after she'd found out about Tea. She and her step-son (?), daughters big brother (?), whatever the hell they were calling him… Chibs split the rent on a flat and he helped her raise his little sister as best he could. Then he'd met that crazy bitch Fiona (story for another time) and she'd decided it was time to go back to the states. So here she was.

After Karen had successfully gotten Teagan to sleep she ushered her cousin out the front door. As much as she loved her, Luanne had a tendency to over stay her welcome. And now that she was beerless and weedless, her welcome was gone. At least she had her other means to fall back on.

Once they were outside Karen shut the front door behind her and noticed her cousin eyeing her neighbor who was leaning over the balcony railing of their floor smoking. He grinned at her and gave a two fingered salute. "Luanne." He said in a tone that must have meant he knew exactly who she was and what she did for a living.

Luanne visibly shivered at the man's voice and gave him a stony look before clutching her purse to her side and turning on her heel to leave. "See yea tomorrow cuz."

"Honey, if you're plannin' on being here again tomorrow you better plan on putting twenty on it. Thanks to you I have nothing left to put my own ass to sleep tonight." she gave a have assed smile, but Karen knew full well she'd never see money from that woman; didn't mean she still wouldn't give her shit about it.

She went to go back in her house when the man stood up straight and motioned for her to come over. She cocked her eyebrow at him then shrugged her shoulders and complied. What the hell? She hadn't met anyone in the complex since she'd moved in two weeks prior.

She walked over to him and held out her hand. "Karen Callaghan. And you are?"

"Tig." He said as he grabbed her hand and shook.

"Tig? That's it? Just… Tig?" Karen almost laughed at the name. She thought he surly must be joking, but then again, her daughter's older brother, Filip, went by Chibs back over the pond.

Tig lowered his voice to a whisper and leaned into her some. "It's Alex, but let's just keep that between you and me. Can't let little Miss Porn Star know I'm going soft now, can I?" He sent shivers down her spine and she looked him over again trying to tell herself this was bad. Rugged looks, un-kept curly hair, tone physique… yeah this was bad. Didn't stop the grin that spread across her features. Ooo… and those eyes were boring a whole in her. Did she just puff out her chest? Yeah, she was in trouble.

"I honestly don't even want to know how you know that's what she does." The fact that her cousin was a porn star kind of irked Karen in a way. She had done some crazy things back in the day, but damn. That was just a little over the line in her eye. Luanne was stuck though; had been since day one. She dreamed of moving on to better things, but once the industry had it's hooks in yea, you were a goner. That's why Karen had steered clear.

Tig shook his head of black curly hair and let out a laugh. "Nah, baby. That one's been spoken for by one of my buddies." He said, indicating the leather biker cut he wore with his fist.

She knew what he was talking about. He was part of SAMCRO. Her cousin had started hanging around them lately and she was a bit taken with one. Karen searched her brain for his name, but couldn't peg it. "Yeah. A Son, right? Can't remember the name. I know he's high up though. Like an officer, right?"

"Yes. He's our Secretary. Or bitch, as I call him. Otto. Delaney."

"That's right. I remember now. He was at the Hairy Dog the other night while I was workin'. He was to busy sticking that tongue down Luanne's throat I forgot to ask his name." She gave a look of disgust at the memory, but it honestly hadn't bothered her that much. She was used to it. Seen a lot worse in her day.

"You workin' at the Dog then?" Tig asked. He put his hand inside his cut and pulled out a baggy with a few pre-rolled joints in it. Karen nodded the affirmative as he pulled one out and lit it up. After taking a long hit, he offered it to her. And Karen, never being one to turn down being smoked out, obliged.

"Thanks." she said while holding in the smoke and letting it fully fill her lungs. After a minute she let it out and the smoke filled the air around them. "So… Alex. What's your standing in this little club of yours?"

"At the moment? Prospect."

The door of the apartment behind Tig opened suddenly and a young girl with engine red hair stepped out. It was long and had feathered bangs. She wasn't wearing much, daisy dukes and a baggy white t-shirt that said SAMCRO across the front. "Tig." She said. "Stop annoying the neighbors. You already pissed off Mrs. Pickens downstairs."

"Aw shit Daisy. I ain't botherin' her." He replied. "This here is Luanne's cousin, Karen. Moved into the unit two doors down. Figured I'd share my joint with her since Luanne cleaned her out."

Daisy's face lit up with this news and she looked like she was sparkling to Karen. White teeth were shining in the dimming sunlight and everything. "Well shit sugar. Why don't you come on in? I was about to go get some dinner. Want to eat with us?"

"Well." Karen looked back and forth a little nervously to her apartment and Daisy. She didn't want to turn her down, but she didn't want to leave her daughter unattended either. "I sort of can't. My kid's inside sleeping."

"Go open her window. We'll keep ours open so you can hear her and shit. Come on." Insisted Tig as he stomped out the remains of the smoke.

Karen shrugged her shoulders and then went to open the window to Teagan's room. She was thankful that her room faced the front balcony because that way she'd be able to hear her if anything happened. She was also happy to be meeting some new people here in the States. It had been so long since she'd been state side that she'd lost contact with many of the people she'd grown up with. The only reason she'd ended up in Charming was because her cousin lived there.

When she was done she made her way over to Tig and Daisy's apartment and knocked softly on the door. Tig opened up. "Daisy went to get the grub. Come on in." He moved aside and watched her as she walked in, shutting the door behind her. "So, you got a kid then?"

Karen nodded. "Yes. Her name's Teagan. We just moved here from Belfast."

"As in Ireland, Belfast?" Asked Tig with his brows raised. That had caught him off guard since she didn't have an accent at all. She sounded American through and through.

"Yup. Moved there when I was sixteen with my mother. She died not to long after though. Shacked up with a guy that was, well, into some crazy shit, like IRA shit and then he died right before Tea was born. Lived with his son, Chibs, till I came here."

"Wait a minute. You telling me that kid you got in there is an IRA princess? You are talkin' about Chibs Telford, right?" Tig was a little astonished by this little revelation. He knew Chibs through club business since Clay had recently talked John into running guns through the Irish. Chibs just happened to be the contact they had over seas.

"Yea. You know him?"

"Yup. Through the club."

Karen walked into the dining room and leaned against the back of the couch that separated the living room. She looked Tig up and down and thought to herself that she liked what she saw. He was in dark baggy jeans and a simple white t-shirt underneath his club issued black leather vest. His sunglasses were off and she could she his piercing, icy blue eyes. He was thin and looked to be in his late twenties. 'Yup.' She thought. 'Definitely my type.'

Deciding that she wanted to be a little bad she put her hand up and summoned him towards her licking her lips. Tig didn't hesitate. He set his beer down on the counter and made his way right on over. Didn't even have to go to the club house to pick one up. 'Shit. They're starting to come to me.' He thought. 'This prospect shit is great!'

Tig moved in closer to Karen, invading her bubble, but at that point in time that's exactly what she wanted. She knew it was wrong, that she shouldn't be doing it, but couldn't seem to bring herself to stop.

She waited for the brutality of his touch because that's how she knew he would be. Rough and unforgiving. She wasn't one that often craved the sweet and gentle touches of a lover, but yearned for the mysterious and dangerous way of living on the edge and just giving her body up for a good fuck. She knew that's what Tig could give her. Squash the craving she'd had ever since she'd bedded Teagan's father back in Ireland the last time. She wanted to be left with bruises.

His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her hair in his now closed fist and yanked her head back giving him a full view of her neck. Since he's first laid eyes on her when she'd walked out of her apartment, he knew he'd wanted to know the feel of her laying beneath him panting, or screaming, his name. Unable to stop himself, he bent his head down and bit her.

The pain was a shock at first, but soon subsided and Karen leaned into him, grabbing at his hips to pull him closer, slipping her fingers through the loops on his jeans. She turned her head slightly so she was breathing into his ear. "I want you to take me. Right here. Right now." She said and she meant it. Every damn word.

She hadn't wanted someone like that in years, but right in that moment she wanted him. Was drawn to him. Wanted him to tear off her clothing and turn her over the couch taking her for himself. She didn't want to be the dominate one, but to be dominated. She didn't have to tell him twice, because that's exactly what he did.

With no words, Tig expertly spun Karen around putting his arm around her middle and pulling her toward him so her firm butt planted right into his bulging crotch. He pushed her forward with his hips until he had her pinned between himself and the couch. He licked her neck before pushing her head forward with his hand that wasn't around her and glanced at her ass that was now high in the air and inviting him in.

She pushed back in earnest, not because she wanted him to stop, but because she wanted, no, needed him to continue. She couldn't stand the wait and needed to feel him inside her. He pussy was already wet and she couldn't stand the feeling of being neglected down below. The fire was burning and she just wanted the release. Fuck all the rest.

Tig removed his hand from her hair and leaned back slightly so he could unbutton his jeans. Once he was done with his he put both his hands to work on hers and pulled them down and was surprised, but more turned on, to find she'd been going commando.

Slipping his fingers into her folds, he stroked her womanhood to find that she was more then ready for him. She let out a small whimper as he retracted his hand from her, and then moaned as his head pushed against her opening. "You want a good fuck, baby?" He asked.

She nodded her head eagerly unable to find the words to tell him that she did. By god, did she ever!

Not needing anymore encouragement Tig again wrapped his hand in her long blonde hair, wrapping it around his wrist and pulled back, lifting up her head in the process and thrust forward burying himself to the hilt inside her. He waited a moment for her to acclimate to him. She was so tight and he wasn't so small himself. It didn't take long though and he started thrusting back and forth in a hurried pace.

Karen loved it. It had been just what she'd needed and showed him so by pushing her butt out some more and arching her back. Tig's hands shot out and cupped both her breasts, grabbing them harshly. After a moment they settled on her hips and used his grip to slam into her harder.

There was no screaming though. No moaning and no calling out names. The only sounds that filled the room were their labored and heavy breathing and the slapping sound of Tig's balls hitting the backs of her upper thighs.

Karen's climax came fairly quickly, since it had been so long since her last go around and Tig followed close behind and collapsed against her still buried deep inside.

Five minutes later they were both clothed again and sitting on the couch sharing a joint, almost as if nothing had happened. Five minutes after that Daisy walked through the door. The two shared a quick glance and smirked before Tig got up and grabbed the KFC from his girl's hand. "Fuckin' starved. You get the cole slaw?"

"Duh." She said and moved to the living room and sat next to Karen. "He didn't pester you did he? He's an asshole most of the time." She told the older blonde and she took the weed that was handed to her and took a drag.

"Oh, he was down right ruthless." She said with a grin. Poor Daisy had no idea that had transpired in her absence and the two adulterers planned on keeping it that way. Little did they know, it wouldn't be a one time thing between them.