"Hey Alana! I got another one for ya!" The redhead female mechanic looked up from the car that she was working on to see Juice coming down from the tow truck with a smashed front green truck. The redhead, Alana, specialized in engine rebuilds and only got there two years ago. When she started working at Teller-Morrow, they didn't take those until she said she could rebuild it. She'd been getting rebuild after rebuilding since.

"What the hell Juice?!" she shouted with a smile. "Did ya crash it on purpose?"

The Latino gave her a big smile. "Well, I guess that you're just that damn good."

"Stop flirting with my daughter, Juicy," a thick Scottish accent spoke up. The two turned to a man with dark hair and green eyes walking up to them. Chibbs Telford was protective of his daughter when she showed up. She went through the typical background check and they found she was the daughter of a fling from before he got married. Alana had her little Irish accent but mostly had an American accent.

Juice knew what the Scotsman would do to him over her and opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. Alana just smirked at him and slapped his shoulder to get his attention.

"Get it off the truck," she told him. Juice ran to do as she asked, and the redhead turned to her father. "I can handle myself Dad, that wasn't necessary."

Chibbs gave her a hug and a smile. "I'm just doing what a father does. By the way, I need you to stay out of the clubhouse for the night." Alana had been given the option of full disclosure and took it but stayed out of the way for the most part.

She nodded. "I'll close the bay doors and start working on the truck. I won't be seen."

Chibbs nodded at her, but he didn't really know why she didn't want to be seen. Chibbs went towards the clubhouse after one last hug and a kiss to the forehead.

"You'll have to tell him sooner or later," a deep gravelly voice said from behind her. The red-haired woman turned to find Happy standing there with his arms crossed.

"And risk going back, I don't think so," she growled with a deep ice-cold glare.

The Tacoma Son didn't flinch from her glare, and just smirked in response. He was the only one that was able to get a rise out of the usually happy and calm woman. He knew her secret as he worked with her on a few runs for the IRA. Happy only kept it from everyone because he knew that she was really the dangerous one. Happy was on loan for a little bit to the Charming Charter of the Sons. "Whatever you say," he told her. "But they wouldn't let that happen."

Alana didn't say anything as Juice brought in the truck and backed it into one of the open bays. She went back to finish working on the other engine of a car. It kept her distracted as it usually did. Once she was done, she let Gemma know in the office. "Hey Gem," she greeted the older woman.

"Hey baby girl," Gemma replied. "Done already?" Gemma had become like another mother to Alana and Gemma treated her like her own daughter. "It's only been two days."

Alana smiled at Gemma. "Yup and already got another one."

Gemma smiled back at her. "You're becoming quite the popular one."

Noticing that Gemma was looking into the open garage doors, she looked behind her to see Jax looking at her outside in the lot; he only smirked at her. She smirked back before turning to Gemma to get the details for the next truck. "Come on Gem, you know that'll never happen."

"And why not?" the older woman asked with a raised eyebrow. Gemma thought that Alana would make a great match for her son, Jax Teller. But of course, Jax was still drowning himself and Alana didn't want to move on him because of unknown reasons. Gemma had watched Alana for two years, and thought of her as smart, strong willed, yet caring for everyone that she came upon. However, Alana answered how she always did.

"You know that I don't share Gemma," was the reply, which got the older woman to sigh heavily.

"Maybe you could change all that," she replied. Alana simply rolled her eyes. "One of these days," Gemma vowed to her.

Later that afternoon, Alana was looking at the truck when she stopped. "Son of a bitch!" Both Jax and Happy heard her and came walking over as she was wiping her hands on an oil rag.

"What's going on Red?" Happy asked in his usually gravel voice. He always called her that for her deep red hair and her fiery temper.

Alana sighed heavily and closed her bright emerald green eyes while rubbing the back of her neck. "Don't have the right tools for this bullshit," she growled. When Jax and Happy both raised an eyebrow, she sighed again. "I need to go home and grab some more tools."

She left them to go get her jacket and Jax followed. When Alana turned around, Jax was standing right in front of her with his signature smile on his face. "Need some help darlin'?"

Alana had to fight to keep the blush down. Alana was very attracted to Jax and was slowly falling in love but tried as hard as she could not to. She couldn't be with him, because if he knew the real Alana then she would have to go back, and he wouldn't want anything to do with her. She smirked back at him to cover up the blush. "Naw, I got this. I'm a big girl remember?"

She quickly went around him and out to her car, before speeding out to her and Chibbs' house. When she pulled up, there was a pit in her stomach but shook it off. "Come on Alana. It's just nerves; you've been working to much."

Going into the living room and turning on the lights, the place looked torn apart. "Jesus Christ," was all she said before getting hit in the back of the head. Her training kicked in as whoever is was grabbed one arm and twisted it.

Alana spun around kicked the guy in the nuts. As he bent over, she grabbed his neck and snapped it. A shot sounded and grazed her shoulder. Picking up the other guys gun and spinning around, she fired two shots before ducking to the ground. A large thud made her stand back up to look. After inspecting the bodies, she sighed and pulled out her phone.

*I'm Not an Angel*

Happy stood with the others having a drink with Michael McKeavey, their True IRA supplier. They were having a laugh when his phone started ringing. He received a few looks and was going to ignore it when he saw who was calling. He answered it with a crease in his brow. "Alana?" he answered in confusion; she wouldn't call if she didn't have too. "What's going on?"

Chibbs, Jax, and Michael all looked over at hearing Happy say Alana's name, concern on each of their faces. As she continued to talk, Chibbs stood up and walked over to Happy. "What happened? Is she okay?"

Happy finished the conversation with, "We'll be there soon." Closing the phone, he looked at Chibbs with a solemn expression. "Two Mayans jumped her at your house."

The look of dread that went over Chibbs' face quickly turns to rage, and he starts for the door.

"Hold up Scotsman," Michael spoke up. When Chibbs stopped to look at him, he continued. "If she was able to call, then she's just fine, but you might want to hear what I have to say first."

*I'm Not an Angel*

Alana sat at the kitchen table with a rag to her bleeding shoulder and the Mayan's guns on the table. Surprisingly, both the guns had silencers on them, so luckily no cops had been called. She felt the rumble before she heard it and they all stopped at the house. Closing her eyes, she counted eight bikes. "Alana!" her father's thick Scottish accent called out. "Alana!"

"In the kitchen Dad!" she called back. He came rushing into the kitchen, before wrapping her in a fierce hug. Hissing escaped her as he squeezed her shoulder, and he pulled back quickly to look at it. "I'm okay Dad, it's just a scratch."

"What the hell happened?" he demanded. When she went to try to explain, he held up a hand to stop her. "I meant why didn't you tell me?"

Looking confused at him, Michael walked into the small kitchen and her eyes widened. "What is he doing here?" she demanded harshly.

Michael held his chest in mock hurt. "It's good to see you too Angel."

"I told you not to call me that," she growled at him. "Now what the hell are you doing here?"

"He's here looking for you," Jax said coming into the kitchen. The color seemed to drain from Alana's face as he walked in. "Why didn't you tell anyone about what was going on?"

Alana looked at her feet and the grib she had on the towel on her shoulder tightened. "I didn't want to go back," she said barely above a whisper. "I'm not going back to that monster."

"He won't touch you Angel," Michael told her softly. "Or Paige. He's out for good sweetheart."

Alana looked up with glossy eyes. Hearing the sincerity in his words and seeing it in his eyes, made a few tears fall. Chibbs slipped an arm around her shoulders and she leaned heavily on him. "You're not goin' back love," he told her. "I won't let ya."

"None of us will," Jax agreed with conviction. Alana just gave him a watery smile with more tears. "Better get that shoulder checked, babe."

Chibbs went and grabbed the medical kit that they kept in the kitchen as she sat at the table again. He began to clean the wound as Alana began by telling her story. "My mom married a man named Ben McLennan and five years later Paige, my half sister, was born. I was happy that I finally got a sibling, but when she turned ten and I started training, that's when things changed. He would start beating me whenever I didn't do something right, like I missed a target or something. I never let it get to me though, as long as he didn't touch Paige."

"Before leaving, I came back from an assignment to find him in bed with her. I beat him, sot him in the leg, and then we both packed up our stuff before booking it," she took a shaky breath as her shoulder was wrapped up.

Clay, who had been listening, walked into the kitchen at that moment. "Michael had called you Angel, why?"

Michael is the one who answered Clay. "She is known by several names. One sh's most known by is the Angel of Belfast. She's also known as the Lady Reaper or to the Spanish Senora Segador."

Clay raised his eyebrows clearly impressed. "Damn. Well, that clears that. Can I see the ink?"

Alana took her shirt off leaving her in a black bra, and turned her back to him. In between her shoulder blades were the cursive words "Lady Reaper," out from that were wings across her shoulders and down to her elbows. Each feather was detailed and well done. "Happy did each feather and each is for a kill," she explained.

"Hence the name Angel," Jax concluded. Alana looked at him and nodded. Jax and Clay shared a look before nodding to each other. Jax had a small smile as he turned back to the confused redhead. "How would you like to be SAMCRO?"

Alana's eyes widened as she looked to her dad and Michael, both of them nodding at her. She then gave a feral grin to the VP and Prez of SAMCRO. "I'd love to."