Preface: So this story is something that literally just popped in my head one day while I was sleeping. Jax teller has an older God sister that no one knows of at Teller Morrow or in the Sons except for Jax, Gemma, Clay, and Bobby. She has been away in the Army for the last 15 years, and has decided its time to come home. How will everyone react when this Goddaughter comes home, will she fit in with the guys, will she get a second chance at life now that the military has literally taken everything?

Unfortunately I OWN NOTHING, All of SOA characters and place settings belong to kurt sutter. However I do own Aella Teller. She's mine and im excited about her and Chib's future life. Can't wait for reviews.

Chapter 1

Aella

I walked out of the shower, feeling like an old and beaten down warrior with nothing left in life. With a towel around my waist I turned to look at the bathroom mirror and wiped the steam from it. Staring into my reflection had become something painful for me, no longer seeing the woman i wanted to see, but the soldier the Army had molded me into. When I tried looking into my bright blue eyes, all I could see reflecting were the hundreds of lives i had taken down through my scope. Each time i took in my reflection anger and hatred for myself and the Army would follow. So many memories, and so much death, maybe it was a good thing i was going home.

I stood at 5'8'' with dark red hair down to the small of my back, eyes bluer than the sky or ocean, and a muscular yet curvy body. Today I would wear my uniform for the last time, my digi-greens had the spec-ops badge proudly over my left front pocket, my rifle slung down my back in its case, taken apart, as well as my worn boots. The uniform definitely wasn't flattering but i had never cared about that. After getting fully dressed I braided my long hair back and grabbed my bags. Throwing them in the back of the 2014 black Silverado I had bought when arriving in LA, finishing with getting checked out of the hotel and jumped in the truck, taking a deep breath before starting the rest of my journey home. Charming California was about a 3 hour drive from here and I hoped to god it would be long enough to calm my ever busy mind, half of me wanted to just stay at the hotel and get myself together before making an appearance, but the other half missed my godbrother and godparents, them being the only family I had ever known. I also missed Bobby to death, having only kept in touch by writing him and Gemma every now and then, when deployments had allowed it. However, no one knew I was coming home.

After allowing myself to unwind a little, 3 hours seemed to speed by, as well as the Welcome to Charming sign that just passed. Taking a deep breath I could feel a stomach ache forming, always a sign I was stressing, but continued on anyways. Almost allowing a nervous breakdown to take over, as I entered the small town, U2's Beautiful day came on and a huge sigh of relief came over me as my entire body unwound, and I realized this was home and I definitely needed this.

Pulling into the Teller Morrow lot, I noticed one of two things, all the sons were there but must be in church due to the outside of the garage being deserted, and the second was that there was a play pin over in the small courtyard I didn't remember being there. Wondering who had the kids, I started to walk over the Gemma's office when a small, slightly bald fellow with an incredibly white smile and fake fingers walked over to me.

"Can I help you miss? All of our guys are busy right now but I'm sure I can get someone else to assist you."

I almost laughed as he took in my scar on my face, as well as my spec ops badge and uniform, poor man looked ridiculously intimidated but still attempted to keep his smile. Being used to this reaction I just shook my head and replied "I'm here for Gemma, my truck is fine. Is she here or is she out?"

"She is out I'm afraid, your name is?"

"Name's Aella, and I'll just see Jax and Clay then when they get out of Church. Yes I know what you guys are and how it operates, I'm family if you want to warn them I'm here." With that I walked back over to my truck, leaned against it and lit my cigarette, chuckling to myself a little as I watched the poor man trying to wrap his brain around what I had said and finally scurry off.

Church took another 15 minutes, of which I was happy to chain smoke to my heart's desire. When I heard the door open and I watched as all of the sons started to filter over by the picnic tables with cigarettes, others walking straight to the garage. Then I saw my godbrother and godfather. With my cigarette still lit and hanging from my mouth I let rip a secret whistle we had as kids. Catching my breath I watched as he and clay both stopped midstride and finally located me with their eyes. Both sets of eyes widened unbelievably as every one else in the Teller Morrow lot stopped to watch what happened next. I almost laughed at how cliché it all was, this would have been the perfect surprise homecoming a soldier would want.

Finally Jax and Clay seemed to break out of whatever shock they had been in, Jax taking off at full sprint as I started mine. As kids we used to have this routine and I wasn't sure he remembered it until we both stopped a foot away and started to circle each other, staring each other down.

"Awe little brother you know I've grown up since the last time ya tried this shit."

He laughed and popped the knuckles in one hand, "scared you can't take me anymore Aella?"

I crouched down a little lower in my steps shifting my weight and waiting for the next move. "Just wouldn't want to beat your ass in front of your entourage." I laughed as he went for me trying to grab my leg, side stepping I slapped his back as I pivoted around and slid his legs out from underneath him. When he landed on the ground I already had my boot on his neck and laughed as he smiled.

However as kids we definitely didn't have the reaction I was dealing with right now. I looked up as I heard at least 20 safety levers being flipped off and saw that I was staring down everyone's pistols except Clay and Jax. Apparently I was still the Teller Morrow Secret. Letting out a sigh I hated that I still carried from that realization, I stepped off hands in the air and just walked away lighting another cigarette, getting the farthest picnic table I waited for my Brother and Father.

Jax walked over having a word with the guys with Clay.

"Aella, baby, why didn't you tell us you were coming home?" Clay sat next to me lighting a cigar. "Gemma is out but she will be thrilled when I tell her."

"Yeah sis, what the hell is up with just showing up, especially after 15 years. We could have had the guys set up a party and everything." I looked in his eyes and he knew exactly why that hadn't happened. Because I couldn't stand anyone celebrating my presence, much less homecoming from everything I had done. I didn't want attention just family.

"Sorry, full of surprises I guess." I couldn't stand the curious glances anymore, everyone of them burned my skin, especially my scar. I looked up at my Godfather, "Dad can we please go to church? I'm not feeling well and want some privacy with my family?"

He nodded and stood with Jax, both still looking me up and down as if I were a ghost. You get used to that being in the military for so long as well. Walking behind them Clay opened the door for the clubhouse but held it open as Jax and I walked through. When I looked back I noticed he was still looking out across the yard and all of the sons were looking at me. Shaking my head I followed Jax into Church taking my chair next to the VP . I remember them building this table, remember how excited Jax and I were. We both always wanted to be a Son, but because of my obligations as the adopted kid and Jax as the only son it turned out as was expected.

Jax took the VP chair next to me and just looked at me. I could tell my miserable attempts at hiding my brokenness wasn't working on him, he had always been able to read me.

"Aella, look at me." I turned and met his eyes, he looked sad and understanding, I hated it. "What's wrong? Your hiding something and I can tell, you know you can't hide anything with me so out with it."

Sighing, I knew I might as well tell him, maybe he can run interference between Gemma and Clay for me. "I'm broken brother, the war broke me. I had to get out before I had nothing left in my soul to save. So I came home, no I don't want to talk about what happened, the scars will have stories eventually and I will fill you guys in on them. But other than that I just want to start a new life with my family."

He lit a cigarette and smiled. "I know all about just wanting time with family and being broken sis. Look you know your going to get the curious glares and the sweetbutts and croweaters are going to talk. Ill fill the boys in about you at church tonight, we have another meeting. For right now why don't you move out to Piney's Cabin?"

"No thanks, I already found a cabin a little out of town, I got most of the my furniture sent over from Germany. I think I just need some time." I wrote the address down and told him to send Gemma, I needed air and I needed it now. Storming out of the Clubhouse and storming past Clay giving a speech to the sons gathered in the garage he stopped.

"AELLA!? Where are you going?!" he started to walk over but Jax yelled telling him to let me go.

I just looked back at Clay and Jax and pleaded with my eyes, slowly pulling out of Teller Morrow. Trying to calm myself, knowing it was the PTSD working that no one had done anything. Knowing that I just overwhelmed myself. Getting to my Cabin and looking around I fell in love with the simplicity of it all. I had already ordered a bunch of 2x4's and the rest would be brought by oswald. I was going to build my Car shed and add a couple of Horse stables. It was my project I knew I would end up doing the second I was home, hopefully to help with settling back into civilian life. I walked through my door and realized how quiet it was, dropping everything on the floor I shook my head. Walking to my room and laying on my unmade bed, I didn't realize I was exhausted until I passed out, still in uniform.

Filip-

Sitting at the picnic table and watching as Clay and Jax spoke together, I smoked my third cigarette since seeing the uniformed woman. She was clearly a well hidden Teller Morrow secret, not that it should surprise me, they were full of them. But what I didn't expect was to understand her reaction, to almost know more about her than she realized just from the uniform. I knew that being a female and being spec-ops hadn't been easy. I also realized that it took a moment to put a word to what I thought of her, but when I did, it worried me. I thought she was beautiful, scars, uniform, and all. After getting a pretty good look at her, I knew she must hate the scar on her face as much as I hated mine. But the scar made her look all the more beautiful, her eyes were something I had never seen, and her hair, all played into the fact that the only thought I had was that she was beautiful. I wanted to know more about her, but knew that the look she carried when talking to Jax was one I knew all too well, she was a broken woman. She was broken and she came home to start over.

Thinking about that for awhile and getting lost in my own thoughts I didn't realize that Jax had come over and sat next to me. When he noticed that everyone was out of earshot he looked at me with a very troubled expression.

"Im going to ask a favor brother?" He had such a serious look on his face I couldn't even make a smart remark and just nodded. "Its Aella, you don't know her but the whole club is about to find out that there is a very complicated and messy story to her, but short story is she is my godsister and Clay and Gemma raised her before shipping her to boot camp. Im worried about her, shes seriously messed up, which shouldn't surprise me. Can you help her with PTSD?"

"Jackie Boy, I haven't been around PTSD in aw'ile now. Except for my own that is. But I can definitely tell ye she's got it. I recognize it from my own experience, the look she 'ad on her face. what do ye want me ta do?"

"I don't know, can you keep an eye on her. Don't push yourself onto her she will know I sent you. She doesn't need any added stress from someone trying to be overbearing. She obviously doesn't need protecting either. Just stay at a distance and try to become friends with her. She won't let anyone in unless someone tries."

Jax hung his head, and after finishing his cigarette walked away. I just sat a couple more minutes pondering over the beauty that was clearly haunted by memories and guilt. I didn't understand the need i had to help a stranger, even though now I knew she was part of the family, I would have to work carefully to try and help her. Thinking of what could possibly be done, and almost giving up when suddenly an idea hit me. Rushing over to Jax I pulled him aside.

"Listen lad, the lassie needs something to keep her busy for awhile and she is going ta need a companion. She like dogs?" Jax just chuckled and think popped himself against the head.

"Of course, she always wanted a great dane. Lets go check out the pet store down the street."

Jax and I hopped on our bikes and started them up. Clay walked over to Jax before we could take off, I noticed that Jax was filling him in on our idea and Clay just looked back at me shaking his head with a smile and nodded. With that we took off down Charming to find the pet store and hopefully a companion for Aella.

The pet store had many options for Great Dane pups surprisingly, Jax was looking down at the other kennel with the older selection of pups while I was checking the newest. When I looked over to see if he had found one he shook his head and raised his hands in defeat making his way over to me. I looked back down trying to find one that caught my attention when my pant leg started to bob. Looking down I found a small black puppy with white paws chewing at my pant leg while attempting to growl at the same time. Bending down I picked him up and noticed he had straight silver eyes and a white tipped ear, I knew this was the one. Turning to find Jax laughing at the whole experience and shaking his head in agreement we paid for the pup and made our way out to the bikes. Placing the pup securely in my saddlebag and nodded to Jax I followed him to what I assumed was Aella's house.

About 25 minutes later we pulled off into a dirt road right outside of charming and started down what seemed like a very windy and long driveway. Taking in my surroundings I had to admit she had nice taste, I didn't even know this place had existed and I had been looking for something like this when I settled for my apartment. Finally reaching the house and killing the bike motors I took in how quiet it seemed. Looking to the right of the cabin I noticed her truck was parked next to a large stack of 2x4's, with a barely there smile I realized she had already decided on a project.

After gathering the pup and walking up the steps, Jax knocked on the door. When no answer came he looked at me with raised eyebrows until I heard a muffled moan, when Jax turned to me with a questioned look I handed him the pup and motioned for him to wait outside. Opening the unlocked front door I could hear more sounds, instead of moans as I originally thought,I realized they were muffled groans. Reaching the bedroom door, I had already reached the conclusion she was asleep and having a nightmare. From my own experience shaking her awake was a horrible idea, so instead I said her name.

"Aella." She didn't wake just rolled over, giving me a better view of her. Clutching her stomach, face twisted in pain and sweat on her forehead I decided to hell with it. Shaking her shoulder at arms length ready for what ever was to happen I said her name again.

Her eyes snapped open and she rolled out of bed in one fluid motion drawing her weapon from god only knows where and trained it on me breathing heavily.

"Aella, my name is Filip. I'm part a the Sons, Jax and I are here. You're safe we jus' brought a present." Raising my hands and silently praying to myself, I had never been more nervous staring down the barrel of a gun than I was at his moment.

"Aella, lower the weapon lass." I watched as she took a few more gulps and almost let out a sigh or relief when she did.

"That was the dumbest move someone has made with me in a long time."

"Trust me lass, it wasn't my finest moment. Jax is waitin' outside." She just looked me up and down and finally nodded. Walking past me she yelled out for Jax to come inside.

Aella-

When I finally calmed down enough to realize the man standing before me was in fact a son I took in his features and realized he was being genuine and had a look of concern and understanding on his face. This puzzled me, as well as the fact that I actually took the time to admire his appearance even after being startled from my nightmare.

He was tall, 6'1'' maybe, with long dark brown hair that had streaks of grey as well as a long beard, a gasglow smile which only added to the hidden dimples I could tell were on his face. His eyes were piercing dark brown almost black and he was obviously muscular. He was handsome to say the least, but with the look of concern and understanding I had an uneasy feeling with him.

Nodding my head and walking past him I took in his scent of oil, tobacco, and some sort of spice that made my heart flutter a little. Almost shaking my head in disgust from the reaction, knowing this was not the time to start developing feelings for someone, I ignored the flutter and moved on.

When Jax entered as I walked into the kitchen to make coffee, I turned to look at him with a look of disapproval until I noticed the bundle in his arm. The 15 year old girl that had been hidden for as long as I could remember surfaced and a huge smile broke on my face as I took in the Great Dane pup in his arms.

"Oh my, Jackson you didn't." He smiled too noticing my relaxing posture and smile.

"Oh but I did A. He is all yours. Everyone deserves a homecoming present. Especially my Godsister." He held the bundle out to me and I took it from his arms. Feeling my heart swell I brushed my finger from his forehead to his nose. The pup could sense my unease with my life and my broken heart and soul. In response he nuzzled my hand as if he knew his purpose was to save me, if only from myself. Placing him in an empty box I took ahold of Jax in a hug and thanked him.

"Surprisingly it wasn't me who came up with the idea, it was him." Looking where he was pointing I noticed Filip standing in the corner watching it all. Shocking both Filip and myself, I walked over and hugged him, thanking him as well.

He stood dumbfounded for a second until he wrapped me up in his arms. After hugging for a brief moment longer than would seem normal I stood back and cleared my throat.

"You boys want coffee?"

"Nah, we gotta head back to the clubhouse, church in about an hour. Maybe I'll stop by after. I'm sure Gemma will be by soon."

I nodded and thanked them both as Jax walked over to me. "Sis, I know you ain't right, and I know you don't want help, but please open up to someone. I'll be by later. I love you and im so happy your home."

"Me too bro. Me too."

With that he left, after following him with my eyes I noticed Filip still looking at me with a different look on his face than the one before. He nodded after making eye contact and left as well.

After sipping the coffee for a couple of minutes, and after hearing the motorcycles take off, I realized I had felt something I hadn't in a very long time in Filip's arms. Safe.