A/N: I do not own Gilmore Girls or Sons of Anarchy

Chapter 1

Rory was sitting in a diner on Main Street of a small California town called Charming. The bus driver had decided he needed a lunch break and the 30 reporters had taken over the diner. Her head was pounding and coffee was not helping. 14 months on a bus and then to be at the mercy of a strange bus driver was not a relaxing way to live life.

Staring out the window onto Main Street she watched as the world moved by. This was definitely no Stars Hollow. This was the kind of small town Paris had wanted when she came to Stars Hollow trying to write an expose on the seedy underside of small town life. She should text Paris.

At that thought, she saw two blond hair men leave a store across the street, joking with each other. They were wearing matching leather cuts. There was something familiar about the younger one, the one with short hair. Then he turned and looked toward the diner.

Rory jumped up and rushed out of the diner as the men climbed on their motorcycles. "Tristan," she called as she approached them.

Both men stopped and looked toward the brunette with bright blue eyes who was calling for Tristan. Tristan recognized the young girl and got off his bike and jogged toward her. "Mary!" he called as he got to her, picking her up in a hug and swinging her around. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"My bus driver wanted a lunch break."

"Bus Driver?"

"I'm a reporter following Barack Obama."

"Well, I'll be damned," Tristan said leading her out of the road.

By this time, the other man with longer blond hair had gotten off his motorcycle and made his way over to them.

"Tris?" he asked giving Rory an appreciating look. Rory blushed, secretly glad she had dressed in a black pencil skirt with a sexy slit up the back, a ruffle blue shirt and a flirty black jacket with black stilletto heels on her feet.

"Jax, this is my Mary. Rory, this is my brother, Jax."

Rory gave Tristan a questioning look. "Brother?"

"Long story," Tristan said shrugging.

Rory smiled. "Ok, well, what is this about?" Rory asked touching his leather.

"Another long story," Jax said smiling.

Rory nodded and saw the bus pull up. "Well, that's the bus. Tristan it was good to see you, Jax, it was nice to meet you," Rory said before turning and walking toward the diner, an extra sway in her step.

When Rory got back in the diner, Jax turned to Tristan, "Man, she is hot. How the hell did you leave her behind?"

"Mom said to come home," Tristan shrugged. "How many times have you denied one of her wishes?"

Both guys got back on their bikes. "Its not the last we have seen of that one," Jax said looking over to the diner where Rory was collecting her bags.

"Jess," Rory pleaded. "Please don't." She got out before he hit her. Something caught his attention and she made her way down the sidewalk. Frantically, she sought her way back to that small town where her one friend in the west could help her.

The next day, Rory found herself at a gas station about 50 miles from Charming and looked up the phone number to the auto repair shop that was on Tristan and Jax's shirts. She dialed the number and waited.

"Teller-Morrow Auto," she heard a gruff sounding woman say.

"Um, hi," Rory started trying to put on her best innocent act. "I was hoping to speak to Tristan."

"Why do you need to speak to Tris?"

Rory started to panic. "He is the only one I know out here and I'm stuck at this gas station and I have no where to go and no one to call for help. We used to be friends and I hate to call him now, but I just need some help."

The woman on the other end of the line waited. "How do you know him?"

"From back east. I ran into him the other day in Charming. It has to be fate because I would be completely alone out here if I hadn't seen him."

"He's not here," the woman said. Rory sobbed. "Where are you? I will send someone for you."

Rory told her where she was and hung up the phone.

A little over an hour later, Rory heard the sound of motorcycles approaching. She kept her head down, her hair covering her face.

When the bikers pulled up to the gas station, Jax saw a girl sitting on the ground her back against the wall. She had on dusty faded jeans, high heeled boots and a white tank top with black embellishments. She had her knees up to her chest and her arms crossed over them with her face on her arms. Her brown, semi curled hair was covering her face.

Jax motioned for the others to wait. He walked up to her, stopping a few feet away.

"You the one looking for Tristan?"

Rory looked up, her large sunglasses covering her face and nodded, happy to see Jax.

He held out a hand for her and she took it standing and brushing dust off her jeans.

"Who are you?" Jax asked.

Rory lifted her sunglasses and revealed her bright blue eyes, one of which was sporting a large black and blue mark with a cut.

"Mary?"

"My name is Rory."

"Right, right," Jax said leaning down to pick up her two small bags. "What happened?"

"My ex caught up with me in Oakland. I left the tour and thought Tris would be able to help me hide out for a while."

Jax considered this. "We'll take care of you." Jax handed her the jacket she had thrown through the handles of one of her bags. "Put this on." She did as she was told and he put the helmet on her, fastening it for her.

"You ever been on a bike."

"Years ago."

"Just hold on to me tight and do what I do."

Rory nodded. Jax tossed her bags to the other two, Chibs and Opie and climbed on his bike. She climbed on behind him and pressed her body against his, wrapping her arms around his waist. He took off, leading the formation.

30 minutes later, they pulled over at another gas station. Jax patted her hands and Rory got off the bike. Jax did too and led her inside to a rest room.

He pulled out some towels, wet them and lifted her glasses. He started dabbing at the dust marking her face.

She looked at him quizzically.

"We weren't in an exactly friendly neighborhood back there, if you know what I mean," Jax answered as he continued to examine her face.

"Tristan is married," Jax said. "He can't be too involved with you. His old lady would hate that. But I will do what I can for you. His old lady is very sensitive about his Mary and about other sweetbutts that give him attention."

Rory nodded and touched his leather cut. "What is the Sons of Anarchy?"

"A motorcycle club, doll."

"And there are a lot of girls who find this club attractive."

Jax nodded.

Rory smiled. "Thank you for coming for me."

"Well, I was coming to pay you off if you were some sweetbutt who got herself in trouble by Tristan in the past," Jax said. "So my intentions weren't that honorable."

Rory looked down and Jax hugged her. "It will be alright. You're with us now. We'll get you home safe."

"I can't go home, Jax," she said her lips quivering. "He will kill me if he finds me there."

"Then he won't find you there," Jax said kissing her softly.

"Come on," Jax said pulling her to his side. "My mom is making a family dinner."