JJ-Jefferu here, this is a twist on a story I already have out. Someone reviewed my other one, and no I'm not stopping that one, but I thought I would try a different spin on it. There are the same characters, excluding Aj, and a new yet the same plotline. I do not own Sons of Anarchy it belongs to Kurt Sutter and broadcast on FX. Please let me know what you think.

~Some Chapter titles are name of Songs. The songs themselves have nothing to do with the chapter. I just felt that a couple either fit or seemed like it would work as a title.

::Rewind:: Chapter 1: This Fire Burns

Pacing the length of the waiting room was not how Ariel intended to spend her first day back in Charming. But then again Charming was the safest place for her, even if she hadn't told her big brother she was back in town yet. That would come after the confirmation of her best friend's condition. You could tell just by looking at Ariel that she was not an individual to be messed with. Though she was only about five feet three inches tall, the way she held herself was a sure sign that she could handle herself. Her butt length brown streaked blue hair was sticking out of the tight braid she had placed it in the day prior. A pair of black skin tight jeans seemed like a second skin coming out of her lime green high top Converse. Her jacket was just as tight, showing off her assets, as her best friend had once said. A pair of purple sunglasses sat on top of the teens head. In the chair nearest to her a black messenger bag laid next to a black with a purple swirl helmet. A tall, young looking, brunette doctor wearing a pair of green scrubs and a white lab coat made his way to the pacing teen, a worried look on his face.

"Are you the young lady who accompanied Miss Greek into the E.R twenty minutes ago?" The doctor asked his voice full of tension and uneasy. Ariel snapped her head into his attention.

"Yes I brought Alana in. Is she alright? Is there any more damage than what I noted when I brought her in," the 17 year old fired off, a very subtle hint of a Scottish accent showing through. The young doctor sighed as he looked over his clipboard.

"I am Doctor Hagar, and you are?" Doctor Hagar asks pulling a pen from his pocket and clicking it. Ariel stared at the doctor in question, debating on telling him her name.

"Ariel," she says not even bothering with her last name, knowing he would be treating her differently had she done so. Hagar looks at Ariel with a questioning gaze before he begins to speak.

"Well there was more to Miss Greek's injury than she let on. Had we not had her strip down, with a female nurse present, we wouldn't have known that she was bleeding heavily from the stomach." Doctor Hagar starts, Ariel's hand immediately flew up to her mouth, her eyes widening as the doctor continued. "Luckily for her the wound was superficial and did not require any stitches, just to be disinfected and covered. After we saw that, a female nurse documented not only that injury but the multiply bruises and small cuts that were around her wrists, ankles, thighs, and upper arms. You said she was held captive?" Ariel nodded mutely, unable to comprehend the injuries that her tiny Asian friend had sustained. "You brought her in because you feared they raped her, you had no knowledge of any other injuries, correct?" The doctor asked the teen as he glanced up into her eyes.

"Yes," she croaked out. Hagar wrote something down on his clipboard.

"A nurse is in with her now doing the rape kit. The injuries and the marks left by the bindings look to be a few days old, my I ask as to why you both waited so long to come in?" the curiosity in the doctors eyes didn't go unmissed by Ariel, no matter what her emotionally state was. Ariel took a deep breath and closed her eyes, counting backwards from ten in her mind before opening them. The emotions of Ariel's face were completely gone.

"Yes you may ask and I will tell you," her voice wasn't as emotionless as her face had become, it portrayed hatred, anger, and sadness. "We just got into Charming about 15 minutes before we came into the E.R. It has been a few years since I've been in Charming myself, about 5, left when I was 12, so I was trying to remember where St. Thomas was." Ariel said shifting her weight from one foot to the other as she waited for the doctor to take in what she said and ask her the next question she knew was coming.

"Why not take her in when she was found? And from where did you leave from to come to Charming." He asked her, looking a bit suspicious now. Ariel rolled her eyes at the look before continuing.

"We left North Carolina three, no, four days ago. As for why I did not take her to the nearest hospital when I found her, simple. The bastards who did this to her are well connected. And the second I would have brought her into Craven Regional Hospital, they would have known and came looking for her." Was all Ariel said on the matter. The doctor however wanted to know more and kept pushing for it.

"She is a minor and crossed multiply state lines. The authorities will have to be notified and her parents called. Now the main question in my mind is what possessed you to drive from the east coast all the way to St. Thomas, in Charming to receive medical attention for your friend." Ariel's patience's was running thin, she was running on just enough sleep to get her by, so it was a matter of time before she snapped and the police were called in. This doctor was making it difficult for her to protect Alana. And when it came to protecting Alana, Ariel was not one to play around. Glaring at the Doctor Ariel replied.

"Her parents are dead, I am her legal guardian. She is not just my friend, but my cousin. As for why I drove all the way from the east coast to Charming is simple. They won't find her here and my brother lives in town." Ariel knew very well that telling this stranger, though a doctor he is certified, about her being the legal guardian of her cousin would raise a few questions but it couldn't be avoided. When Alana's parents died about six months back, in their will they stated Ariel was to be her legal guardian. Ariel was very mature for her age and doing well for herself, living in her own apartment and paying all the bills for the utilities she used, bought groceries, kept a job, and graduated from high school two years earlier than most. Alana was only a year younger than Ariel and though just as bright and mature, she was not ready to leave the safety blanket she had grown up in.

"That doesn't seem possible. You are barely a year older than she is." Doctor Hagar said in disbelief. The teen glared at the doctor.

"Well excuse me if you don't believe it, but it's true. Call up my lawyer and he will tell you that I am indeed my cousin's legal guardian. I have lived and supported myself since I was 15, now if that is all you have to tell or ask me Doctor Hagar, I would like to see Alana, sign the release papers, get the bill, and be on my way out of this place and head over to the apartment, that I called ahead and rented." Ariel says with a since of finality in her voice. Leaving the doctor so shocked that he had nothing else to say.

"Right this way, Miss." Ariel followed Hagar, after grabbing her messenger bag and the helmet. As they were walking Doctor Hagar handed Ariel his clipboard and pen. "If you would please fill out this information and sign at the end. Everything else was completed earlier and the bill will be mailed to your PO Box. Also please put down a number in which to contact you for when we get the results of the rape kit, STD test, and to schedule a follow up appointment for Ms. Greek." Doctor Hagar explained as they stopped outside an examination room. Ariel glanced over the paperwork, making sure the doctor wasn't trying to pull anything on her and then began to fill out the paperwork accordingly. When she signed it and handed it back to the doctor she spoke to him.

"The phone number will only be active for a few more days. I will call or come in to change it once the land line is set up in the apartment within the next couple of days, but it will be before my cell number is out." Ariel spoke looking through the square window into the room. She could see Alana lacing up her boots and slipping on her jacket.

"Very well Ms.," Doctor Hagar paused staring at her information. "Telford. That's an unusual name around here," he finishes. Ariel glances over to the doctor before shrugging.

" 'm not of complete American decent. My mom wasn't American." Was all Ariel gave on that matter and took a step back as the nurse stepped out of the room. The nurse was fairly older looking than Doctor Hagar. The Nurse's graying hair was a dead giveaway that she had seen her fair share of in's and out's of the E.R. She looked between the doctor and the older teen before speaking.

"It is confirmed, Ms. Greek has internal bruising and tearing. She was raped." As soon as the nurse confirmed the smaller girl's concern, Ariel clenched her hands into a fist. Her left knuckles were extremely white as it held the helmet and Ariel was gripping the object very tight. Again Ariel closed her eyes and took a deep breath, willing herself to calm down. Alana did not need to anymore things to make her worry. As soon as the older of the teens opened her eyes, Alana was stepping out of the examination room. Ariel offered a slight smile at the small, half Asian. Alana's clothes were baggy and clearly not her size, they were after all Ariel's clothes and Ariel though was not fat, but was quite a bit bigger in the clothes department than the five foot and three quarters younger girl. Her shoulder length hair was a shade darker than Ariel's and was streaked red, something they both seemed to inherit from the American side, it also gave them one of the few qualities that showed people they were related.

"Are you ready to go 'Lana. We have to get some supplies and finish enrollment before heading to the apartment." Ariel asked. Alana shook her head and signal with her eyes she was uneasy. Ariel turns back to Doctor Hagar. "Is there anything else I need to do? I would really like to get out of here and head of to the school to talk with the principle."

"No you signed the last of the paperwork. I am sorry that I was so harsh, but you have to understand that the information you told me is a bit hard to wrap my mind around." Doctor Hagar said sincerely.

"I can understand if you are still wary. I can give you my lawyer's card and you can call him yourself and have him fax you over not just the will but the legal documents that I signed and filled out. I have to call him anyway. I need some things transferred out here, so I can begin to have house visits arranged with a Social Worker." Ariel told the doctor pulling out her wallet and a business card from the simple black wallet. She handed the card to the young doctor.

"Thank you for understanding. I will be in contact," was the last thing the doctor said before heading off to check on other patients. When the two were alone in the hallway the both let out a sigh.

"You ready to go to the school? I know you don't want to start back immediately but it will help you fall back into a sense of normalcy. I will give you, your space. I can't imagine the hell you went through before I found you. And I will make it my duty to make sure that it doesn't happen like that again." Ariel says pulling the shorter girl into a sideways hug. Alana smiled up at the older teen, a genuine smile.

"I can handle the school. And you're right, it will help me. Thank you Ace, it's something I need. I'll tell you when I'm ready." Alana whispered.

"I'm all you have left and I would never abandon you, you mean too much to me." Ariel said smiling back at Alana as they made their way down the hallway and out the doors. Unknown to them a certain Killer had overheard parts of their conversation, as he was on his way to find the Charming Charter.

~!~

"Mother fucker!" Ariel screamed in frustration as she kicked her tire. It had been a few days since she had settled down in Charming. She had applied for a part time job as a receptionist at Sun Ink, a local tattoo parlor, and gotten the job, but she also applied for another job as a cashier at one of the local convent stores, though she shouldn't have been considered, or even gotten the job. The owner knew her, or at least five years ago when she lived in Charming, and he trusted her and knew nothing bad would happen to his store while she worked there. So she got the job. Currently though Ariel was frustrated. Someone had punctured the front tire of her black and purple Kawasaki Ninja 250R. She couldn't understand why anyone would do that to her, she hadn't done anything wrong in the four days she had been in Charming, nor had she seen anyone who she could have known from her younger years or at least that she recognized. Ariel had done so much in the past couple years she didn't think she'd remember anyone.

"Havin' trouble with something doll," a voice that sounded familiar to the teen said from behind her. Ariel turned to the door of the diner that was where she had stopped to see about leaving a request for a later meal. She knew it wasn't needed in a small town like Charming, but she was thinking ahead again. The guy who spoke was tall, over six feet, had curly brown hair, striking blue eyes and was dressed in blue jeans and a garage shirt.

"Yeah, some asshole decided to put a hole in my front tire, thus leaving me stuck here when I have shit I need to be doing." Ariel said in a light Scottish accent brought out by her frustration at being delayed.

"I work for a garage, I'm sure we could fix that," he replied looking over Ariel, who in turn rolled her eyes.

"I was just about to call Teller-Morrow, to see if they could tow it. I have to get to the high school though, I was supposed to be there 15 minutes ago." Ariel said pulling out her cell phone. The stranger held up his hand.

"I can call and have someone come and get it. Then give you a lift to school, since you're running late. Don't want to spoil you getting an education." He said walking over to her. Ariel weighed the pros and cons of accepting his offer.

"Alright, I'll accept. But I will return the favor." She said grabbing her messenger bag off the pavement next to the motorcycle and picking up her helmet. "But I ain't late for school. I have a fucking meeting with that dick who is in charge. Apparently he doesn't understand that a doctor trumps his stupid decisions." Ariel grumbled her accent was slightly there but it was starting to go away.

"Wait, you don't go to school?" he said in disbelief. "You're only like 16," Ariel shot him a look.

"Yeah I don't. Got a problem with a kid who is actually smart? And for your information I'm 17, be 18 in four months." Ariel said walking over to the guy. "Now if you don't mind I would like to get this shit over with so I can begin to worry about a whole new can of worms. Fucking school," Ariel said stopping in front of the tall guy. He nodded and pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Hey get the Prospect and Juice to come down to Neela's Diner to pick up a Kawasaki with a front flat tire." There was a moment of silence before an annoyed look crossed his face. "Hey dick head its Tig. Why the hell would some random person be ordering you around?" Once the name Tig's left his mouth, a look of realization dawned on Ariel's face and she took a step back to look over Tig again.

"Holy fucking shit," Ariel said right as Tig closed his phone. Tig looked at her. "Damn, I knew I should have gone by the shop as soon as I got in." Ariel said shaking her head.

"They'll be here in about ten minutes. If you are ok with riding a Harley, I can give you a lift to the school and wait for you to take you down to the shop." Tig says, trying to figure out what her last comment was about.

"Question, who is Juice? And is that his real name?" Ariel asks stepping back to where she was.

"Juice is not his real name. It's a nickname. And why does it matter who Juice is little girl?" Tig asks. Ariel glares at Tig's comment about her height.

"Did you just make a crack at my height Mr. Trager?" Ariel asked the older man, whom she thought of like as an uncle. Tig looked at her for a minute, comparing her to everyone he has ever met and even then he couldn't place this teenage girl who looked oddly familiar up close. "So I can't seem to get any taller, but since my assets developed you don't recognize me anymore?" Ariel says frowning and looking down at herself. She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a white tank top under a black and blue plaid button up shirt and her converse covered her feet. Granted her hair was way longer and she wasn't hiding behind a pair of dorky looking glasses, but she didn't feel that she changed that much. Had she?

"You do look familiar, but you got a name? It might help." Tig says frowning too. For some reason the sad and hurt look on her face made him feel awkward and a bit sad. Two things Tig certainly didn't feel often, if ever.

"Yeah I got a name, though you and Bobby never liked to call me by it. You preferred to make cracks at how I was so short," she said trying to jog his memory without telling her name. It was silent for a few seconds before the sounds of a truck pulling into the parking lot broke the silence. Ariel looked over to the truck, saw it was a tow truck from Teller-Morrow. She shook her head at Tig and made her way back over to the abandoned motorcycle. Stepping out of the passenger side of the truck was a tall, dirty blonde guy who was dressed in similar to Tig, except he was wearing a cut void of the Sons logo on the back, which signaled he was prospecting for the group. The driver walked around the front of the truck and toward Ariel. He was defiantly the shortest of the three men. He had lightning bolt tattoos on either side of his mohawk and just like the prospect he wore a cut. It was dubbed with REDWOOD ORIGNAL on the left and nothing on the right.

"This yours?" The mohawk guy asked Ariel noticing her helmet.

"Yeah she's mine. Someone decided that I needed a flat tire on top of all the other shit I'm dealing with today," Ariel said very maturely, not that her using shit took away from how she handled herself.

"Aren't you a bit young to be driving one around while you ditch school?" the dirty-blonde said. Ariel glared at the taller man.

"And how old do you believe I am, Prospect?" her accent once again making itself known as her irritation grew. "I swear it's like no one is allowed to be smart these days. Jesus Christ," Ariel said her Scottish accent was thick this time. She threw her hands up in the air. Today was defiantly not the day to be Ariel Telford.

"I would have to say 16," he replied fear lacing his voice.

"Bet you'd say 15, had it not been for the bike. I am 17 years old and not skipping school. I graduated top of my class two year ago. Had to write a fuckin' speech and everything. Now can we get into the important shit. I have stuff that needs to be done before 3." Ariel says sourly glaring at both men.

"Um yeah, sorry about him. He doesn't know when to shut up. Can I get your name and a number to reach you by, in case we finish early or run into any problems?" the one with the mohawk says.

"Yes you may." Ariel sighed and looked at him. If memory served her right, this was the guy she vaguely remember her brother telling her about when he prospected, very intelligent or at least with computers. This man was Juice. "My name is Ariel Telford. You can get a hold of me at 555-6325." Ariel said, watching the two closely. A look of recognition passed through Juice's eyes as he wrote down the information. The prospect though was gawking at her. She rolled her eyes. "If that is all I need to be getting to the school to deal with a dumb principle."

"Yes that is all Ariel," Juice said nodding to her. She smile at him and nodded back.

"It was nice to finally meet you, Juice." Ariel said smiling as she extended her hand.

"You too," Juice shook her hand then began to boss around the prospect. Once that started Ariel turned back to Tig. He was now standing behind her, for how long she couldn't be sure.

"Christ," was all Tig could manage before pulling the small teen into a hug. "You're all grown up," he whispered as he pulled back.

"Yeah well we can catch up later. I really need to get down to the school."

JJ-Jefferu: Please Review, I would really like some input.