Okay, so this fic is a bit of an AU where Juice is a Nomad who visits with SAMCRO for a while and decides to stay. Alex (Lexi, Lex) Nicole Morrow is the daughter of Clay and Gemma and is Jax's sister. She is a freelance writer and helps Gemma out at the shop sometimes. Alex is 22 and let's just say Juice is 29. Let's get started!

Chapter 1: The Meeting

I'm sitting behind the bar in the clubhouse, on my laptop, and sipping my cup of coffee. I inspect my white and black striped shirt to make sure I haven't spilled any coffee on myself. I haven't, thankfully. I paired the shirt with black skinny jeans with slits at the knees and black Converse. I quickly pull my long brown hair into a ponytail before continuing to type. It's a relaxing morning and I'm finishing up an article that's due at the end of the day. The guys are in church and I can hear them talking and occasionally yelling in the other room. They must be discussing something big because I've been here for nearly an hour and they were already in there when I arrived. Eventually, I hear the doors open and I look up to see everyone exiting the room. The guys notice me, and they come over to say good morning and start drinking even though it's barely 11. I see my dad talking to someone that I don't recognize. The first thing I notice is that he has a short mohawk with tribal-looking tattoos on the sides of his head. He looks Latino but I'm not going to try to guess which ethnicity. They finish their short conversation and then they come over to stand in front of me at the bar.

"Lex," my dad says, "This is Juice. He's one of the Nomads and he's helping us out for a bit." He gestures to me and says, "Juice, this is my daughter Lexi."

I look over at Juice with my blue eyes as I extend my hand out to shake his and say hello. He smiles, and I notice that he has a really cute smile.

"Would you mind," my dad continues, "showing Juice to the empty dorm room and letting him know where everything is?"

I agree, closing my computer and getting up from my seat to come around the bar. My dad gives me a kiss on the cheek and says, "Thanks, doll." I watch Juice grab a duffle bag off the sofa and I lead him down the hallway. As we get to the last door in the hall, I open it to reveal a small room with simple furniture. There's a queen size bed, a nightstand and a dresser with a mirror.

"This is your room," I say. I point to the door across the hall, "That's the bathroom and there's clean towels on your bed. Also, the laundry room is right next to you and we have plenty of detergent, so you don't need to buy your own." He nods along as I say this, and I add, "I would advise that you buy your own snacks and keep them in your room because the guys like to get drunk and eat everything in the pantry." Even when I put my name on things they still eat it, so I eventually gave up and stopped bringing food into the clubhouse.

Juice laughs at that and I like the sound of his laugh. He looks at me with his soft brown eyes. I take a moment to really look at him as he's leaning against the doorframe. He's wearing a simple white tee shirt under his kutte and his arms are crossed making his muscles more pronounced. I can see plenty of tattoos and they all look club related.

"Thanks," he says, "I'll keep that in mind."

We stand there in silence for a second before I say, "Anything else you need?" Juice says no, and I say, "Okay, I'll let you unpack. Let me or one of the guys know if you need anything"

Juice says, "Thanks, Lexi" and gives me a small smile. I nod and turn to head back to the bar.

Everyone is still at the bar and I join them at my same spot. I open my laptop and continue typing for a couple of minutes when my dad asks, "What do you think of the new guy?"

I look up at him and say, "Well, I only spent two minutes with him so I really don't have an opinion." I shrugged and added, "He seems normal if you don't include his choice of hairstyle. How long is he staying?"

Tig, who was listening says, "Why? You already have a thing for Juicy boy over there?" He looks over in the direction of the hallway and I follow his gaze. Juice is standing there looking down at his phone. When he hears his name, he looks up and walks towards the bar, standing next to my dad.

I quickly reply, "Tig, it's just a question. Why do you have to make things so awkward?" Tig just laughs at this.

My dad looks over at Juice, "You settled in?"

"Yeah. I didn't bring much so that made unpacking easy", Juice says, and then glances at me before quickly looking away.

My dad yells, "Let's head out!" and everyone begins to get up and head outside.

Tig lingers just long enough to say, "You never answered my question", and wink at me before joining the rest of the guys.

I enjoy the quiet for a while and think over what Tig said. I've never hooked up with or dated a Son and honestly, none of the guys seemed appealing to me. Most of them have been with the club since before I was born, and I while I like the prospects, I'm not attracted to them. Not until today had I met a Son that I wanted to get to know better. I finished my assignment, closed my laptop and put everything away in my backpack.

My mom walked into the clubhouse "Sweetie, do you have time to help me cook tonight. I'm doing a family dinner at seven to welcome the new guy. You met him, right?"

"Yeah, I can help. Want me to come over around four?" I replied. "And yes, I met Juice."

"He's cute don't you think?" my mom said with a sly smile. How do moms just know these things?

"Yes mom, he's cute, but I've only just met him so don't get any ideas" I say with a smirk. My mom would love nothing more than for me to end up with a Son. I'm not sure if that's the life I want. It one thing to be the daughter of the President and sister of the VP but it's an entirely different situation to be someone's old lady.

"I'll see you at four, baby" my mom said before walking back to the office. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and leave the clubhouse. I make my way over to my white Jeep, that I got as a high school graduation present, and dump my bag in the passenger seat before starting up the engine and pulling out of my spot. I wave goodbye to my mom who's standing right outside the office.

It's about midday as I drive home, and I decide to stop at the flower shop to pick up a bouquet for myself. I do this once a week and it's one of my forms of self-care along with getting my car washed. Sherriff Roosevelt's wife owns the shop and I like to hear her gardening advice since I planted a small flower garden in my front lawn and plan to grow vegetables in my backyard soon. We have become friendly with each other, much to my family's dismay, but I like talking to her.

She rings me up for my sunflowers as she gently asks, "You're smart and can do your freelance work anywhere, so why do you stay in Charming?" I wasn't shocked by her question, I had expected her to ask eventually. I went to Berkley and am fortunate to have a job that allows me to go move around, but after college I went home to Charming.

"This is my home", I simply say. She nods silently, and I give her a quick smile before grabbing my flowers and saying, "Have a nice day, tell Eli I said hello."

"I will", she says as she smiles goodbye.

I hop back in my Jeep and continue making my way home. I think about Tara and Jax who reconnected after so many years apart. Tara is smarter than me and she chose this life again, so why are people shocked that I would return as well? I mull this over as I pull into my driveway. I have a small, but cute, two-bedroom home that my parents bought for me after I graduated from college. They felt that it was time to leave home, but they wanted me to be close to them so it's only a ten-minute drive to their house. Yes, I'm aware that I'm spoiled.

I hear my dog Harley run to greet me as I unlock the door. She's a white Pitbull that I fell in love with when I used to volunteer at the animal shelter. She licks my hands as I try to pet her and whips me with her tail when I walk past her. Harley follows me throughout my house as I put my backpack away in my room and place my flowers in a vase. I play some music from my phone and start making myself lunch. I cut up a leftover chicken breast and add it to a bowl of mixed vegetables and brown rice to make an easy meal. I turn my "emo kid" music off and go into the living room to sit in front of the TV and catch up on my trashy Bravo shows. I used to make fun of my mom for watching The Real Housewives of Wherever, but while I was away at college, my roommate watched them, and I quickly became addicted. Then, it was nice to have something new to talk to my mom about every week besides the day-to-day club business.

I watch TV for a couple of hours and manage to finish a load of laundry before I decide to take a shower and slowly start getting ready for the evening. I make my way to the bathroom and Harley leaves her spot in the living room to follow me in but I quickly shut the door in her face so she can't bother me. I hear her cry for a moment before I hear her plop on the floor outside the door. We only go through this every day and she's surprised every time that I don't want her watching me shower. I turn the shower, disrobe and step inside. I take my time to shampoo my hair and wash my face, hoping that the little bit of makeup that I wore during the day washes off. I step out, wrap myself in a fuzzy towel and brace myself for the cold air that's going to hit me once I leave the bathroom. I nudge Harley and she gets up so we can both head to my room. She lays in her bed in the corner of the room as I quickly blow-dry my hair. When I decide that my hair looks good enough and has sufficient volume, I open my laptop and go to YouTube to watch some makeup tutorials. Even though I'm not planning on going full glam for a family dinner, it's still impressive to watch the skills that some of these girls have when I can barely manage a simple eye look.

I put on my foundation, concealer and powder when my thoughts return to Juice. I haven't had a crush in a long time and haven't had a boyfriend since my senior year of college. Is this a crush? I don't find many men attractive so it's strange to feel some butterflies when I think about seeing him tonight. I need to get to know him to decide. What if he already has an old lady? Who knows, maybe he's an asshole and I'm wasting my time thinking about him. I continue applying my bronzer, blush and highlight and decide to really put myself out there tonight because I don't want to waste time on someone that's not worth my time.

I finish doing my eyebrows that never want to cooperate and put on mascara and a mauve liquid lipstick when I feel that I'm ready to choose an outfit. I open my closet and carefully choose my favorite pair of black high-waisted skinny jeans with a white V-neck tee tucked in at the front to show a little bit of cleavage and an olive-green bomber jacket. Top it all off with some black ankle booties and my favorite crossbody bag and I'm looking hot enough to get Juice's attention while also being appropriately dressed in front of family and small children. I feed Harley and let her out to do her business before I grab my bag and keys and drive over to my parent's house.