Ok. This is my first fanfic so please be gentle but all comments are totally welcome

This is a sons of anarchy based fanfic and just to clarify i do not own any sons of anarchy characters that amazing right is down to Kurt Sutter and his amazing team of writers and producer etc.. i do however own my own original characters. So enjoy

Ava Delanney hadn't been back to Charming since 1999. 14 years ago.

Ava was born into the life, she didn't really have a choice no matter how far she travelled she was always going to be SAMCRO, second generation first 9, even though she was female.

At 11 years old her Dad Otto Delaney was incarcerated for manslaughter all in the name of his club. Her mother Luanne, a beautiful proud lady and so strong was torn apart by being separated from her old man, what scared her most was that she saw so much of Otto in Ava. Afraid that she would take the wrong path Luanne decided it best that Ava went to live with her grandparents in Birmingham Alabama.

An 11 year old Ava sat with her two best friends, a few years older yes, but they where her protectors. Jackson Teller and Opie Winston.

Jackson's father had died a few years back, and his mother Gemma (Ava's godmother) had remarried. Clay Morrow was the president of SAMCRO and Jax and Opie had just been sponsored to prospect for the club.

''I don't want to go Jax.'' Ava said with tears rising in her eyes. ''Ive lived here my whole life, this is where i belong.''

Jax teller felt a swell in his chest. He's known this girl her whole life and would do anything to protect her and help her. But he had no say in the matter.

''It'll be ok darling, just for a little while till your Mom gets her head right, and hey me and Ope, we'll come visit you any chance we can.'' He gave herthe most heart warming smile he possibly could, but inside Jax Teller new that he was going to miss Ava. Hell she was a pain in the ass, but she was fun, loyal, sincere and just a great person to be around.

''Yeah Kid this aint the last you seen of us.'' Opie Winston was a man of few words but the words he said, were words meant.

Ava couldn't help but replay that moment in her head on the drive back to Charming. She was now 25 years old and apart from the odd phone call here and there she hadn't seen anyone from SAMCRO apart from her mother in 14 years. Her mother Luanne now dead due to repercussions of the clubs actions, and Otto so distraught that he was in total isolation and about to be tried and put on death row. Even though she was born into SAMCRO after being away for so long she couldn't help but feel nervous as she drove through the familiar streets.

Ava didn't really know how to feel about returning, the club had taken so much from her but they were her family and she was raised to respect and be loyal to SAMCRO.

It did look different, a lot of the old shops that once used to make up the thriving main street had closed down, but her stomach was in knots as she turned the corner to TM, Teller-Morrow Garage.

The gates opened as she drove up, she parked up, a quick glance around and she knew her presence hadn't gone unnoticed.

Chapel had just finished and all the guys were standing outside. Jax, Opie, Tig, Chibs, Juice, Happy, Bobby and a few others were carrying on out on the lot, drinking beer and smoking.

Even though Ava was nervous and her nerves had got the better of her, she knew that Gemma would be in the office so she confidently threw her car door open and swung her legs out and stood up proud. Her whole 5''6inches. Long legs, curves in all the right places, short blonde hair shaved on one side and the deepest darkest brown eyes. She immediately caught the attention of the group of bikers.

''Who in godsname is that brother?'', Chibs said aloud, without directing the question at anyone in particular.

The rest of the men just shook their heads.

A gruff husky low voice suddenly snapped them out of their trance.

''Thats Ava Delaney'', Happy the clubs hitman, killa and spoke up.

''Fuck off, no way is that Ava shes just a kid'', Tig expressed.

Jax and Opie both looked at each other in sheer denial; it had been 14 years since they last saw the girl. But they knew it was her.

With shakey legs, Ava slowly walked towards the familiar office door. She took a moment to compose herself, quickly running her hand through her hair, one deep breath and she knocked the door and walked in.

''Sorry sweetheart but the garage is closed, anything you need is gonna have to wai...

''No fucking way, AVA? Ava Delaney is that you?'' Gemma Teller could not believe her eyes. She stood but still slightly uncertain that the young women standing before her was in fact her goddaughter.

''Yeah it's me, sorry I didn't call, I guess I wanted to surprise yo.''

Gemma wasted no time in engulfing the young women in a hug, and bombarding her with questions

''Why are you here? Is something wrong, Does Jax and Ope know your here, oh my god AVA look at you, your all grown up, holy shit, Clays gonna have a heart attack when he sees you, come on, you gotta see the guys.''

All of Gemmas questions left unanswered she was dragged back out of the office and into the lot.

Jax and Ope where already half way across the lot when Ava stepped out from the office.

''Holy shit, Ava Delaney look at you.'' Jax pulled the young women into his arms and held her. '' I don't even know what to say, how long has it been?''

''14 years shit head'' She said as she pulled out of his embrace. She looked over and up at Opie Winston. ''how you doing Ope?'' She walked into his arms and he whispered an apology into her ear, with a kiss on the cheek he held her at arms length. ''Good to have you home''.

It was strange hearing home, but it felt right. Ava was home

The rest of the group had made their way over to the reunion.

Ava spent the next few minutes reuniting with the group of men, men that had been there when she was born, men that had all taken their turn in dropping her off at school. She was surrounded by a group of brothers, fathers, uncles and friends. Her family.

There was one man however that she didn't know.