A/N: Hi everyone! ok this is my first SOA fanfic but this idea just wouldn't leave me alone so I figured I'd give it a shot and see what people thik and if I should continue
Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy Charming or any of that they all belong to the wonderful Kurt Sutter
A Chance Meeting With Fate: Chapter 1
As shots rang out across the bar Sam looked up from her hiding place and wondered yet again just what she was doing here. For heaven's sakes she had just stopped off for a drink! She wasn't expecting to be caught in the middle of gunfight at the O.K. Corral! Yet here she was cowering in fear for her life behind a bar in some godforsaken area in California all in the name of adventure and a glass of water! As Far as she could tell the fight was between to rival motorcycle gangs the "suns" or something to that effect and some group called the Mayans. It seemed to take hours or maybe just a few minutes but eventually the bar fell silent and Sam figured she could make a quick dash for her truck. She quickly and quietly crawled out from behind the bar and towards what she hoped was the exit that was when she heard the shot fired, at the same time she heard a voice saying "no don't!" she felt a sickening pain in her right shoulder, she cried out in pain as she hit the ground clutching her shoulder she couldn't see who but she saw several pairs of boots crowd around her and a voice say "Christ hap what were you thinking? She's not one of them!" The last thing Sam recalled before it all went black was a deep gravelly voice, presumably of the one they called hap saying "…oh shit"
Happy
"Oh shit…" oh shit didn't even come close to describing what had just taken place here his entire body was screaming "you idiot! Look what you did!" it wasn't the fact that he had just shot someone that was causing Happy to beat himself up like this. Hell everyone present knew it wasn't the first time, He was Tacoma's Killer and he was ok with that. Normally it didn't faze him in the slightest but this time… this time was different it was an innocent girl that he had shot, probably just in the wrong place at the wrong time. He wasn't sure how they failed to see her in their initial sweep of the bar. She was beautiful dark brown hair falling past her shoulders deep ocean blue eyes he could easily lose himself in for hours at a time freckles along the bridge of her nose and a few more dotting her cheeks… How in the world had he missed someone so… so… "So What?" his brain searched frantically for the right words sweet? Pure? Angelic? Like Clay and everyone else he figured any and all patrons had hightailed it out of there the minute the Mayans showed up…all local patrons anyway now that he got a good look at her he could tell instantly she wasn't from around here she was wearing the wrong sort of clothes for California's climate.
As Chibs was the one with the most medical training he moved her shirt aside in order to take a better look at her wound, "looks fairly clean…as far as gunshots go anyways she should be alright but we gotta get her back to the clubhouse so Tara can take that bullet out" he looked up at all of us "I need one of you to lift her" he gestured to her shoulder "I have to keep my hands here in order to keep the bleeding contained" " I will" I spoke up everyone turned to look at me "it's my fault she's in this mess I'll do it!" nobody said anything to me as I moved towards the girl and gently picked her up. She was fairly light but there was more to it than that… even though she was injured when I held her it felt…right like she was supposed to be here in my arms I didn't have time to figure it out now though this girl whomever she was, was hurt and it was on me I vowed right then and there that I would do whatever it took to make sure she was alright again.
A/N: so what do you think should I continue or no? Review!