Author's Note: Hi y'all! I'm back! That's right! I've got my SOA fic mojo back and I am reeling to write a fic idea that this damn fic bug has been bitin' me in the ass for over a week now! But I know, I know! I have other fics I need to get done! I understand that! And I will be getting back to them, I assure you. I just have to get the first chapter of this little idea out of the way and I'll be good!

So! Enjoy/Hate or whatever! Tell me what you all think, OK!

Oakland California; Old Pietro's Gas and Food Stop

Plunk... Plunk plonk plunk… Plank

"Elsie Amanda Blake! Stop fiddling with that old guitar and get in here and help me clean this ol' store like you're paid to do, en el doble!" Walking out on to the old fashioned porch of an old, southern, gas station, an elderly, Mexican, male with slicked back black hair and thin mustache on a fat face, crossed his arms over his chest, as he glared halfheartedly at the young woman sitting in a rocking chair, strumming away at an old guitar on her lap.

Her whitish-blonde, just slightly past shoulder length, hair blew in the wind, as she looked up from her guitar and gave a guilty smile. "Sorry, Señor Pietro! Old Hank needed some tuning, and I just needed a break to rest my feet." Her voice was gentle, as she pushed herself out of the old rocking chair. Having been sleeping next to the chair on the floor, a large German Sheppard raised his head and began to pant happily, as it yawned and got to its feet.

Pietro gave a smile as the short woman walked past him, the dog following. "I swear! You must have that perro on some kind of invisible leash, Elsie! Damn thing follows you like a shadow! Cosa más loca!"

Elsie Blake, the young blonde, gave a chuckle, as she reached down and playfully pat the dogs head. "Ojo is just a little protective, arn't cha, boy?" The big dog panted happily, before barking and thumping his tail on the ground. Elsie chuckled, as she walked behind the cashier counter and grabbed a green broom leaning against the back. "Stay," she ordered Ojo, who immediately plopped down on his butt, before laying down.

Elsie walked past the dog and began to sweep at the ground, singing along to the song "Somebody's Eyes " by Karla Bonoff, which was playing from an old radio propped up on the cashier stand and turned to an 80's music channel. Elsie swayed along to the song as she continued sweeping. Behind her, Pietro rolled his brown eyes and smiled, as he clicked away at the cashier.

As Elsie was about to sing along to the second verse of the song, she stopped, and her head tilted to the side, before a smile appeared on her face. "We got customers heading our way. Sounds like they're slowing down to turn in." Elsie went back to sweeping, and Pietro made a face as he tried to listen for the sound of anyone approaching.

Sure enough, a few minutes later, the roar of motorcycles could be heard pulling up to the gas station, as Pietro glared at the woman with mock annoyance. "I hate it when you do that. Me da el arrastra!" Elsie laughed, as Ojo began to bark and growl as the sound of multiple pairs of boots coming up the steps was heard. "Calma!" Pietro snapped at Ojo, who whimpered and lowered his head.

"I don't think your mutt will ever like me, Señorita Elsie." Elsie gave a chuckle as, with her broom in hand, she walked over to place the broom back behind the cashier counter and rub Ojo's head. "Well that just means Ojo here has a great judge of character, Señor Álvarez. Smart dog!" She cooed to the dog, as Elsie turned her head to the three males standing in the doorway of the old gas station.

Marcus Álvarez gave a chuckle, his voice sounding strained, as if he wasn't use to laughing. "Any other white girl, and I would have cracked there head against the counter like an egg. You're lucky I like you, niña." Álvarez said coolly, his men behind him grinning, as Elsie gave him a small smile and shrug, before leaning against the cashier counter. The young woman had no fear for the outlaw leader of the Mayans Motorcycle Club.

"Aw! You like me! I'm flattered!" Pietro thwacked the younger woman on the head with a rolled up newspaper, causing the woman to pout and rub her head. "Behave, mi dolor pequeño!"Elsie stuck her tongue out at the older male, as she grabbed for the broom again, and stomped to the back near the sodas to finish sweeping.

She heard Álvarez grunt, as she began to sweep up around the beverages. "Feel sorry for you, mi amigo. Chica blanca is a hassle, huh?" Elsie bristled, and decided to ignore the rest of the two men's conversation. Reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a pair of head phones and her iPod. Plugging the buds into her ears, she pressed play on the player, and let Buffalo Springfield's voice drown them out, as she went back to sweeping.

"There's something happening here. What it is ain't exactly clear. There's a man with a gun over there! Telling me I got to beware. I think it's time we stop, children, what's that sound! Everybody look what's going down!" Elsie happily sung along with each song that would play.

She did this for about two hours, before she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder and yank the buds out of her ear. "Hey!" She exclaimed, earning a chuckle from Pietro, as he handed her ear buds back to her. "It's almost five! Álvarez left an hours ago, mentecato! You can get ready to go home now." Elsie gaped at the man as she turned off her iPod and stuffed it into her back pocket.

"I've been sweeping for two hours and you didn't stop me!" She exclaimed, as she stomped over behind the counter and put the broom up. Pietro laughed as he went to wiping down the counter. "And ruin the musical entretenimiento! And you actually doing your job for once! No una oportunidad, corazón dulce!" He laughed harder, as Elsie smacked him on the arm, and went to grab her belongings from the back. Her Grandma Rosie would be coming to get her soon, and she needed to be ready. The older woman hated waiting for her outside.

Her grandma was not fond of Señor Pietro or her working at his store. As to why, Elsie wasn't sure, but she didn't think about it. It was none of her business. Elsie grabbed her purse off the table in the back, and hoisted the small thing onto her shoulder, before walking back out to the counter, stopping and tilting her head with a frown.

"Customers?" Pietro asked, as Elsie nodded and went back towards the counter. "Come on, Ojo!" She whistled for the dog and tapped her leg, causing Ojo to bark and trot over to stand by her side, as she pat his head. The sound of motorcycle's pulling into the gas station caused Elsie to shake her head. "Stupid Álvarez and his boys must have forgot something. I'll talk to ya tomorrow, Señor Pietro!"

With that, Elsie walked to the door, and stepped out, Ojo following behind her. She took two steps from the closing door, only to run straight into something fleshy and hard! She stumbled back and gasped, rubbing her nose from the painful contact! "Ow! Oh!" Ojo barked and snarled beside her, as the sound of a male growling back at the German Sheppard caused her to tilt her head up. "Hey, lady! Why don't cha watch were you're walking! And shut yer damn mutt up!" A gruff voice growled, as Elsie narrowed her eyes.

"You're the one who ran into me, sir! And stop growling at Ojo! What are you, some kind of dog?" Else pat Ojo on the head as the dog continued to growl at the male. "Oi! Tig! Quit pickin' on the lass!" An Scottish brogue reached her ears, as someone bounded up the stairs to stand beside the man she had ran into, who continued to mock growl at Ojo.

"Sorry bout that, lass! This mutt didn't hurt ya, did he?" Elsie relaxed, liking this one more than his friend. "No, I'm fine. Just my nose is going to be sore for awhile." Elsie tilted her head to the left, as the first male growled at her.

"Hey, kid! The least you could do is look at us when yer talkin' to us! Didn't anyone teach you some manners?" At this, Elsie sighed and gave a smile. Tilting her head up, she allowed her bangs to shake off her face, as she heard the second male gasp. "Sorry. I thought I was looking at you. Your voices echo so loudly, it's hard for me to pinpoint where your faces are."

She could feel the two males tense up, as she felt their eyes on her distant, light gray, ones. She chuckled at their reaction as the second male sputtered. "Holy, shite! The lass is.. Is..." Elsie cut in at this point. "Blind. Yes, sir. I'm blind."

And that's the end of chapter one! Hope you like it. If not, well whatever. I had fun writing it! :3 If I decide to continue this, Pietro's and Elsie's connection to Álvarez will be explained in the next chapter, along with Tig and Chibs's reason for being in Oakland!

Please R&R!

Translations:
en el doble – On the double!
Perro - dog
Cosa más loca – Craziest thing
Me da el arrastra - Gives me the creeps
Calma - Quiet
niña - Little girl
mi dolor pequeño - My little pain
mi amigo-my friend
Chica blanca - White girl
mentecato - goofy
entretenimiento - entertainment
No una oportunidad, corazón dulce - Not a chance, sweet heart