Title: As The Rush Comes
Summary: She rode into town in an old convertible, as if on the wind. Will she find herself caught in the middle of one of the deadliest biker wars in Charming history?
Disclaimer: the Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter, not me. I'm a poor college student, so it'd be pointless to sue.
A/N: The chapter titles are going to be the names of song(s) that I was listening to while writing that specific chapter. I'm not going to lie; it's going to seem random and will very rarely match up with the chapter. I'm sorry this chapter is so short – I just wanted to get a chapter out and see if it would be well received. You can find a photo of Vanessa on my profile.
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The sun had just began to peak over the horizon, flooding the skies with a beautiful rainbow of color. Most people were beginning to get out of their beds and move around, going out to the front lawn to grab the newspaper, start their cars – things that would make this seem like Suburbia. A cherry red mustang came out of nowhere, the driver knowing that her appearance was about to shake up that picture perfect image that the community worked so hard to protect. The top was down, letting the wind blow her wavy blonde hair in every direction. The radio was playing her favorite song, as she sang along with the music – feeling completely at ease, at home, for the first time in quite a while. A few people glanced in her direction, some whispered under their breath, but she didn't mind. Truth be told, Vanessa, or Nessa to her friends and family, actually enjoyed it.
'If they're talking about you, it means that they're noticing you – that they know who you are. Some people strive their whole lives for that, and I get it at 27. I'm one lucky broad.' she thought to herself.
She figured the first stop she made in town should be over to visit her father. Chief Wayne Unser had been sick for quite some time, but his health problems had recently became bad enough for him to worry about – causing his only daughter to worry as well. Nessa had dropped the life she had formed for herself in Tacoma and drove straight back to do her daughterly-duties. Hell, she owed her father that much for all of the times he bailed her out of a tight spot. She had a habit of leaping before she thought; normally landing her in one of Charming Police Department's holding cells. The ride from the edge of town to the police station was shorter than she remembered, but it had been a few years. She parked her car next to the black sedan she recognized as her father's off-duty vehicle, and headed inside.
'Good lord, this place never changes. It even smells the same – sweat and booze from the drunks sleeping off their hangover.'
"Vanessa , hey."
She turned towards the source of the noise, Deputy Chief David Hale – the biggest brownnoser in the city.
"Oh, hey David, how are you?"
"I'm doing alright, going to be chief soon."
"So I've heard, congrats."
She bit her tongue as she fought the urge to smack the smug look off of his face. It wasn't like Hale had really earned the position – it was just because no one else in the department wanted the job. Someone up above must've been listening to her prayers, because at that moment, her father opened his office door and waved her in, wrapping her in a hug.
"It's so good to see you again, kiddo."
"It's good to see you again too, daddy."
A voice cleared somewhere behind them and the two separated, revealing the four other people in the room.
"Vanessa, I trust you remember Clay, Jax, Tig, and Mr. Telford."
She would've answered her dad had her eyes not been locked on the scotsman standing in front of her.
"Chibs,"
"Hiya Nessa-doll."