This story is based around Season 2 of The Sons Of Anarchy. I own nothing apart from my own OC'S

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I have made a few small changes but nothing that effects the major plot.

The reson for this is because i am currently in the middle of writing

a squeal to this story and wanted to make sure everything

matched up. I will start uploading the squeal when

I have uploaded all the chapters of this story.

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Home Sweet Home

Chapter 1

Winding down the window of the black 1967 Mustang she lit up yet another cigarette. She was on her second maybe even third pack, she had lost count, all she knew was that they were keeping her calm and right now that's was exactly what she needed to be. Another half hour went by before she finally saw what she'd been waiting for.

She never thought that the word 'Charming' could look so good. She turned up the radio which just happened to be playing one of her favourite songs. Her foot weighed heavily on the accelerator making the 320 horses roar into action leaving the Charming sign behind her.

Working her way around the quiet streets of Charming she realised that nothing had changed in her years away, which didn't surprise her. After driving down a couple more streets she finally arrived at her destination.

Pulling into the parking lot she instantly felt her whole body ease, and finally she let out the breath that she had been holding in the entire trip. She was safe.

Her feeling of calmness however wasn't long lived. Her cell started ringing for like the hundredth time. She knew exactly who it was and that's why she ignored the call just like she had the others, she threw her phone behind her on to the back seat of the Mustang. Running her fingers through her long dark hair she tried hard to re-focus her mind. She was here for a reason and if she didn't do it now, then she would end up talking herself out of it like she had done many times before.

Shutting off the engine, she hurried out of the car unable to cope with being cooped up inside the small confines for a second longer. Every bone in her body was aching. She raised her arms above her head stretching out her sore, weary muscles. Her white tank top raised to show off her skinny mid-drift. She had lost a lot of weight since the last time she was here. Lowering her arms she realised that her stomach was on show. Instinctively she pulled her top down, before looking around to see who, if anyone was watching. And that's when she realised that she had gained the attention of the workers in the garage.

"Fucking men." She muttered to herself as she leaned into the car to grab her sunglasses, bag and jacket.

She hovered for a second or two debating with herself whether or not to take her cell, but when it started ringing again her mind was easily made up. She slammed the door shut leaving her cell locked inside.

Walking over to the workshop she added an extra swing to her hips. She did this for two reasons. Reason one was to simply toy with them. Reason two, she needed something, information, and she knew an extra hip wiggle would most likely get her exactly what she wanted.

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"Hey Darlin, what can I do for ya?" One rather overweight, sweaty worker asked as his eyes rolled all over her body.

"Well." She replied trying not to vomit at the thought of him mentally undressing her. "I was wondering if you could help me..." Looking around she noticed she had the attention of all the workers "Well if any of you can." A sweet innocent smile forming on her face.

"I'll defiantly try sweet cheeks." Replied the overweight worker as he took a step towards her. "So?"

"I'm trying..." Realising just how sweaty this man was she now regretted the extra hip wiggle. "I'm looking for Jay." Looking around she was hoping to get answers but instead all she got was confused stares. "Jax Teller." Finally she saw realisation on their faces, they knew that name.

"Who wants to know?" Another voice asked.

Turning on her heels she looked around trying to locate the new voice, when a younger taller and all together much fitter man made his way to the front of the group.

"Now that's more like it." She thought to herself.

"Now that would be telling." She answered coyly. Seeing no change in the young man's expression she tried again. " I'm an old friend and I'm just passing through. Thought I'd say hi."

"Well...um" He stuttered. "I...I...don't think I should."

"Please." She pouted, drawing closer to him "He would be sooooooo pissed if he knew I'd passed through town without saying hello."

He thought about it for a second not knowing what to say. She was a stranger and he knew how the Club felt about strangers. But she was tiny, barley making 5'3, how could she be a threat. Before he could think about it the words were already leaving his mouth.

"He's in the clubhouse. But..."

Before he finished she was already heading out of the workshop and over to the clubhouse. She waved her hand shouting 'thank you' over her shoulder. They all took one last look at her, or more her ass in the tight jeans she was wearing, when a younger mechanic let out in one huffed breath.

"Why is it always Jax?" This was followed by laughter and agreement from everyone as they went back to their work.

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The Clubhouse was empty, her eyes landed directly on the two closed double Oak doors in front of her, she smiled to herself. Walking around she rummaged in the pocket of her black leather jacket and pulled out a silver hip flask, which she took a large swig from. Grimacing as the amber liquid burned it's way down her throat.

As she replaced the flask back into her pocket, something caught her eye. As she walked over to the object, she felt her hand timidly reach out, resting on the cold mental of the blue motorbike. The touch causing a shiver down her spine, but it wasn't from the coldness of the metal it was the memories this bike held for her. She picked up the photo that was resting on the leather seat. Her fingers traced over the man in the picture, as old memories' took over her mind.

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Tig was the first to leave the room after Church. He headed over to the bar like he always did after a meet, but this time he came to an abrupt halt making all the guys behind him collide into each other in a domino effect.

"What the fuc..." Juice raged before Tig cut him off.

Tig grabbed hold of Juice's head, slowly turning it towards John's old motorbike. Juice along with the others suddenly realised why Tig had come to a sudden stop.

"Hey sweetheart you lost?" Tig asked as his eyes lingered on her ass.

Hearing a faint voice behind her, she replaced photograph back on the leather seat. Taking a deep breath, to compose herself she turned around. She was greeted by six guys all of whom were staring at her just like they had been in the garage. Before she or anyone else could say anything a voice at the back of the crowd took everybody's attention including hers.

"What the HELL is going on here?" Jax shouted as he tried to figure out what was causing this little gathering.

"Well um..." Chibs looked back to face Jax, before motioning his head over to the young girl.

Following Chibs eye line, Jax pushed his way through the crowd, everyone parting to let him through.

"This better be go..." He stopped dead as he took in the girl standing in front of him, he knew there was something familiar about her but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Hey Jay." She muttered feebly.

"No fucking way." Jax ran over to her. Finally realising who it was. He scooped her up hugging her tightly. She responds by embracing him back.

"Why is it always Jax?" Half Sack mumbled, his statement was met with the agreement of everyone else.