Okay, quick things you need to know: Obliviously, I don't own any characters or plot you recognize. The story will have a few time hops here and there but I will keep it all clearly labeled. The story will start just before Season 1. Last but not least, this may not follow the shows original plot to a 'T' in an effort to make thing flow better there may be some changes.

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Today was the day! All my hard work had finally paid off. I've been working towards this day for years and now it was finally happening! I could feel the warm California sun on my skin and the perfect breeze coming through the window of my truck as I drove towards my new home in Charming, CA. a small, little nowhere of a town but I was in love and they were giving me a chance. For the better part of a decade I have been working my ass off to get to this point, to open my own boutique. I know it, doesn't sound glorious but it was something I wanted for as long as I could remember.

See, I grew up in a pretty shitty neighborhood just outside of Bakersfield but there was this one little boutique it held all type of nick-knacks, vintage clothes, just classy, timeless items that I was absolutely in love with. I would go there pretty much every day after school since the day I found the place and just walk around in awe. The owner, Ruth took a shining to me and became sort of a surrogate mother to me. I 'officially' got a job working there as soon as I was 16. Although, Ruth had been teaching me the ins and outs of the shop for years prior to my name getting added to the payroll. Once I was officially her employee though, Ruth taught me everything she could about running a successful business. I think she was hoping I would take over once she was ready to retire. Unfortunately, about a year later Ruth was shot and killed during a robbery gone wrong… and my favorite place, my safe place, the closest thing I ever had to mother all died that day. Honestly, my dreams died with her too. I never thought I'd be able to live out my dreams without Ruth and if it wasn't for the kindness from two strangers I may not have.

That's why when I finally had the means to buy this cute little store front right on Main Street in the cute little town of Charming, I jumped on it and named it Ruth's Antiques and Oddities. Somehow, I know this town that seems like it's lost in a simpler time is the perfect place to live out my dream. The day I signed all the paperwork to relocate my entire life and take a chance on my dream I felt like Ruth was standing there with me. She would've been proud of me.

I knew I should probably stop by my new house first, drop off all the boxes in the bed of my truck. Maybe get myself a little settled but the movers won't be there with the rest of my things until tomorrow so for now I only had what was in my truck. As for the shop, the sign should be going up today and the painters were supposed to be done yesterday, and I was way too excited not to stop. I needed to see it, to see it come to life. As I pulled on Main Street I could see why the town was called 'Charming' it was for lack of a better term "charming" families walked by store fronts, not a single "big business" all family owned and run, the residents looked happy, friendly, all smiling and nodding a greeting to each other as they crossed paths. I would be happy here, I would have a home here.

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It was just passed 3pm when I finally realized I really needed to get to my new house before I lost my goddamn mind. I had stopped at the shop with the intention of only working for an hour just to make sure everything that was supposed to be done today was… that was over 6 hours ago. In my defense the painters had screwed up and had done everything in the wrong colors, so I was on the phone with the company I had hired for at least an hour arguing with them about when they were going to fix it. No one said this would be easy but damn, I was hoping this would be the easy part; the fucked up paint job would set back my opening date a few days at least until they could make it out there and fix their mistake. Aside from that the sign was late and to add insult to injury I had an email from the shipping company I hired that half my inventory got accidently put on the wrong truck and was half way across the country, thank god I bought shipping insurance. Maybe pushing back the grand opening wasn't a bad thing. I needed to go, if I stayed any longer I'm sure I'd find something else wrong and I don't think I could handle any more stress at the moment. I needed to go home, unpack some boxes, and have a glass or a bottle of something strong.

By the time I locked up the store and after double checking everything it was about 5. I was starving and I knew my fridge at home was empty. After all, I had yet to even really move in yet. I had originally planned to go grocery shopping today but being at the shop for 8 hours screwed up all of my plans for the day, I really didn't feel like doing anything now…maybe I'll just hit up the diner or order a pizza or something. I can grocery shop and all those other adult things tomorrow. I walked over to my truck, Frankie, he was the love of my life a beautiful cherry red 1975 F-250 highboy. I rode him hard but I always took good care of my boy. Ruth left me 'Frankie' and an old bike in her will, she hated the things said it was too big and too loud but I loved that truck the second I laid my eyes on him and the bike was cool too, I guess she figure they were a package deal. I didn't know much about the bike, I knew it was an old WWII bike it was in great condition and sat in storage because honestly, I have no idea what else to do with it and I didn't have the heart to sell it (no matter how tempting it had been over the years). They originally belonged to Ruth's late husband Franklin, hence how I decided on the name 'Frankie' for the truck. I literally lived in this truck at some of the tougher points in my life after Ruth's passing and he was my rock and I loved him. I know it's kind of sad that my longest lasting relationship is with a truck but frankly, I don't care. Frankie has never let me down or broke my heart…until today. He would not start.

"FUCK MY LIFE!" I had just slammed the hood of my truck trying to see if I could spot the problem. I wasn't great with cars but I knew basics, I could change my own oil, switch out fluids, change tires and spark plugs, but beyond that I was lost. This day was not supposed to go this way, it was supposed to be a happy day. I had no idea what was wrong with Frankie and now I just stood and lightly banged my head against the hood of my beloved truck. "What the hell am I going to do now?" I mumbled to myself.

"Excuse me miss, are you alright?" I heard a male voice ask. I about jumped out of skin as I quickly whipped my head up to come face to face with cop. He was older I'm guessing close to retirement because he looked tired, not like the I need a nap tired but the I need to go sit on the beach with a cocktail for the next 20 years tired. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to startle you" he followed up.

"No, I'm sorry. It's just been a surprisingly tough day. Do you know of a good auto shop? It seems my truck has picked moving day as a good time to break down." I forced a half smile.

"There's only one shop in town, I'm friends with the owners they know what they're doing. If you need a tow it'll probably have to wait till tomorrow, shop closes early on Fridays." He replied.

"Fuck." I covered my mouth and looked at the officer with wide embarrassed eyes. Don't get me wrong I cuss like a fucking sailor but I did try to watch myself around new people and especially authority figures. "I'm sorry, that was rude."

He smiled and waved it off "Believe me sweetheart I've heard worse. Hell, I say worse." I returned his smile, I liked him he wasn't as up tight as I thought he'd be.

"Well, about the tow…I mean, I guess I don't have much of a choice if it's the only shop in town but it's just I have a lot of my personal stuff in the bed. I don't really want to leave all my things out in the open all night. I guess I could put them in the shop until I get a loaner." I was more talking to myself then the officer in front of me at that point.

"How about I give Gemma a call? See if she by chance is still in the office and can get you a loaner tonight. I doubt they'll have anyone to tow you to the yard but at least you can get yourself and some of your things home?" he asked.

"Thank you, but I can't ask you to do that! I don't want to be an inconvenience to anyone but I can see why people love it here, everyone is so friendly. I can just put the boxes in the shop and I'll walk home, it's not too far. I'm Allison Pierce by the way, it's a pleasure to meet you…" I stated holding out my hand.

"Wayne Unser, I'm chief of Charming PD or at least I will be for the next few months. And I insist, Gemma owes me a favor or two and I'm happy to cash one in to help out." He smiled and shook my hand

"Oh, wow! Hiya, chief! I'm actually owner of this lovely little disaster we're standing in front of. I was planning on opening up in the next few days but I've had a few setbacks." I trailed off.

"So you're the new comer? People have been buzzing about the new shop coming to town. Let me call Gemma see if she can help out a fellow business owner." He smiled and walked over to his car.

I could tell from where I was standing a few feet away, watching the chief on the phone that it took a little convincing on Wayne's part to get this 'Gemma' woman to agree to help me out. I couldn't hear what was said but I could tell by his body language that he had taken a licking through the phone.

"A truck should be here in 20 minutes to take your truck to the yard, Gemma will get you a loaner once you get to the office." He offered with a smile.

"Thank you so much, and I'm sorry I can tell she wasn't too keen on this… you really saved my day." I answered genuinely with a smile. "Once I get this place open you can have 75% off your first purchase."

"You don't have to do that, I'm a business man myself I don't want to hurt your bottom line." He tried to wave me off.

"I insist." I said parroting what he said earlier. "But now I think I'm going to unload anything that isn't completely vital into my shop and put a bag together so I can at least have some essentials once I get to my house. Thank you for everything, if the rest of the town is anything like you I can tell I'm really going to like it here." I told him.

A motorcycle pulled up to the curb. The rider looked to be about my age maybe just a few years older if that. He wore a black leather vest that if memory serves me, it is referred to as a kutte. I recognized the reaper and name 'Sons of Anarchy' that club had made a name for itself in California. Most sane people may be intimidated by the fact this man was in a motorcycle club, particularly this motorcycle club but I had never been one to judge someone before I know them. Nor have I ever had anything but pleasant experiences with 'bikers' that I have meet in the past, so I guess I just choose to look past the stereotype. The rider himself was tall, well built, and had blonde hair that was just past jaw length and despite myself, I can't lie he was very attractive.

"Hey Chief." the biker greeted "Clay wanted me to let you know it's all set for the escort on the truck tomorrow night."

"Thanks Jax, I'll let my driver know." Wayne replied with a short nod.

"Who's this?" The biker, I guess his name was Jax, asked.

"Jax, this is Allison Pierce. Allison, Jax Teller." He introduced us, I stepped forward and held out my hand for him to shake, which he did.

"It's nice to meet you" I smiled. He smiled back at me with perfect white teeth and I knew right then he was a lady's man.

"She's also your newest customer, Gemma is sending tow for her truck right now."

"Really? On a party night? What'd you do Wayne, sell your soul?" Jax teased.

"Yeah, on that note I'm going to start moving these boxes. I don't want to force the tow guys to have to wait for me to unload everything since I'm the one being a bother. Excuse me."

"Here, let me help you." Jax offered removing his helmet and turning off his bike. Swinging his leg over and he was by my side in a few short strides.

"Is everyone in this town always so friendly? Really, you don't need to; I can handle it." I really appreciated the offer but I wasn't used to people being so nice for no reason.

"Nah, darlin' you're just special. It's easy to be nice to someone as pretty as you." He replied smoothly and threw in a wink for good measure.

I cocked my eyebrow at him. "I guess charming describes the people and the town, huh?" He simply shot me another award winning smile and gently brushed past me to pick up the first box.

"Well kids, I'm going to go and do cop things, I guess." Wayne called out to us.

We shook hands and I thanked him again. He gave me a business card for 'Unser Trucking' before we parted ways. Jax didn't say anything, just did that chin, nod, thing that men all seem to know.

I have to admit with Jax's help unloading my truck was done in no time. We talked while we worked, I told him about my shit day and how I was starving. I haven't eaten since early this morning so I was picking his brain for the best pizza place in town. He told me a little about the town and other trivial things. I told him a little about the house I bought. I guess I bought the house across the street from him, go figure. I ended up putting a small overnight bag together so I had what I needed to get me through tomorrow. That way I didn't have to come back and dig through boxes after I got the loaner, I could just come pick everything up tomorrow.

"So this your mom's shop or something?" Jax asked.

"Huh? Oh! No, she's all mine. Dream come true really." I replied while opening a box of clothes. I wanted to find something to change into once I got home. I felt gross. I grabbed the first couple things that I came across and stuffed them in my bag.

"Really? You look too young to be a business owner of a shop called Ruth's."

"How old do you think I am?" I asked him with a smirk. I knew I looked younger then I was but I was genuinely curious.

"Uhhh, I don't know 21? 22?" he offered

"You flatter me Mr. Teller." I said shaking my head. "I'm 27 closer to 28 actually."

"No shit? Good on you darlin'." He gave me that smile again. He had charm, I'll give him that but I refused to fall for it. He struck me as the type of guy that drops panties everywhere he goes, I was not going to be a statistic.

His phone rang and he told me he'd be right back as he stepped outside to take the call. I continued to organize a few things in some of the boxes so I had some type of idea where things were. He walked back inside only a few minutes later.

"Well, thank you so much for your help, I really appreciate it. You really didn't have to help me unload all my shit but the tow truck should be here soon and I'm sure you have things to do on a Friday night. You don't strike me as the type that sits at home reading quietly on the weekend." I stated.

He chuckled a little "What gave it away?" he asked rubbing his chin hair.

"Oh I don't know, the motorcycle, the kutte, the overall 'bad boy' thing you have going for you." I teased with a smile.

"Yeah, I guess you got me there. But that's actually what that call was about, something came up and they are going to be later then they thought, an hour, maybe more. But hey, we're going to the same place. Why don't you ride back with me? You can check out the party too, get something to eat maybe have drink, we have 'little gatherings' on Fridays." His eyes were mischievous and hopeful.

"Look Jax I don't know…" I started to protest.

"What else are you going to do walk home and sit in an empty house and eat pizza while staring at the wall? You said yourself the movers won't be there until tomorrow. Come have some fun, meet some locals. Plus, the faster you get there the happier my mom will be, she can't close up the office and go home until you get there." He knew he got me with that last comment. I really didn't like being the cause of putting someone out and that is exactly what I was doing to his mom.

"I don't want to intrude, not only are you guys doing me favor by towing me after hours but then to turn around and waltz into your party, eat your food, drink your beer? I'm not that much of an asshole." I sighed but somehow I knew I wasn't going to win and the idea of meeting some of the people who live around here and having a little fun sounded kind of nice. It's been a long time since I've been able to let loose and have some fun.

He laughed a little and placed a large hand on my shoulder looking down at me "Allison, I'm inviting you, you'd be my guest. If anyone gives you trouble they can deal with me." His blue eyes bore into my green ones.

"Fine. But I really shouldn't stay long, I have a long day tomorrow." I stated. I really did, I have a lot to do before the shop can open but having a drink or two couldn't hurt, right? I mean, I was planning on having a few drinks to unwind when I got home anyways.

"That's fine darlin' you can stay for as long or as little as you'd like." His smile was a triumphant one.

"But if I'm going to a party I need to change really quick. And especially if I'm getting on that bike I need to change my shoes." I said looking down at myself. I was currently wearing black yoga pants, a plain dark grey cami and flip flops. Yeah not bike shoes.

"I think you look great." He said scanning my body with smile of approval.

"I'm sure you do." I said rolling my eyes. "Everyone's ass looks great in yoga pants. All I need is 5 minutes, I swear." I retorted.

"Take your time darlin'." he smirked and I didn't have to look to know he was staring at my ass while I walked to the back room to change.

I suppose changing clothes wasn't absolutely necessary but what I had been wearing made me feel dirty after driving all morning and then working all day. Plus, if I was going to be meeting another business owner in a town where everyone seems to know everyone I didn't want to look like a hot mess. Also, since I was going to a party I didn't want to look like I just rolled out of bed and started driving; even though that's exactly what I did. I didn't need anything fancy, I doubt someone who owns a garage really cares that much about what I'm wearing. I decided on the first clean pair of dark wash skinny jeans I found, a simple black button up with a ¾ sleeve that showed just the right amount of cleavage that it didn't look like I was trying but enough that you got a peak at the goods, and a pair of black ankle boots with a small heel. Somehow, I ended up looking sultrier then I would have liked but anything was better than the yoga pants and cami I was wearing earlier and I didn't really feel like digging through more boxes to try and find something else. I went in the overnight bag I packed earlier and pulled out my make-up bag. I decided to keep it natural and just added a few more layers of mascara a simple pink tinted lip stain. I undid my braid and let my long dark fall in waves down my back.

When I walked out of the backroom Jax looked taken aback. I stopped walking a looked down thinking maybe a button popped open on my shirt and I was flashing him or something. "Is something wrong? Should I change?" I asked worried maybe there was some type of dress code to these parties I wasn't fallowing.

"No, you look—you clean up nice darlin', that's all." He smiled and held the front door open for me. "Ladies first."

"Always the charmer, aren't you Jax?" I replied with a smirk of my own. He just looked at me and winked again leading me over to his bike.

"Ever ride before?" He asked getting on his bike and handing me his helmet.

"I have, only a few times but it's been years. I actually own a bike, but she's just sitting in storage." I replied with a shrug. He looked surprised at the fact I owned a motorcycle but said nothing. He just reached out and adjusted the chin strap for me making sure to brush his figures across my jawline. Despite my best efforts to remain unaffected by him I felt goosebumps tingle down my spine as I felt his rough hands run along my skin.

"Just hold on and lean with me." He flashed the cocky smile again.

I climbed on behind him and made a point to keep a little space between us. I don't care how charming or handsome Jax was I was not going to fall victim to his playboy ways. I placed my hands on his waist but didn't wrap my arms around him I just needed him for a little balance. He started up his bike and revved the engine a little before quickly pulling out onto the road. I know he did it one purpose and I'm not proud to say I squeaked a little and reflexively pulled myself flat again his back with the sudden burst of speed. I could feel him chuckle as I held on.

"Ass." I muttered. I don't know if he actually heard what I said but I could feel him laughing even more.

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It wasn't a long drive to the garage and I found myself wishing it was longer. I had forgotten how much I enjoyed being on the back of a bike, even though I had only been on one a handful of times. When we pulled into the lot the sun was just starting to set behind the building. As Jax parked his bike in row with a number of others I took in the scene before me. There were quite a few people around, a huge grill going and a table full of, there were two buildings one was obviously the garage where Jax pointed me to the office.

"My mom should be in there. She'll probably have you fill out some paperwork and then she'll get you the keys to your loaner. I'll grab us some food, meet me at the picnic table other there?" He pointed at a table away from where most of the party goers were milling around.

"Jax are you sure it's okay if I stay? I can't help but feel really awkward about all this."

"Allison, I promise it's fine. Now go talk to my mom so she can get going, don't let her scare you away either." He said with a smile and started walking towards the food.

I walked up to the office door and knocked.

"It's open." Called a woman's voice.

"Hi, I'm assuming your Gemma?" I asked coyly.

"Last time I checked. What can I do for you sweetheart?" she said turning to face me hand on her hip and a raised eyebrow like she was already suspicious of me for some reason.

"Um, I'm Allison Pierce. Chief Unser called about the tow and a loaner?" I'm not normally one easily intimidated but this woman was terrifying. She just had this aura about her that said 'I could kill you and they'd never find the body'.

"Ah, so you're the tart that doe-eyed Wayne into cashing in a favor?" She said turning her back to grab some papers.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise did she just insult me for no reason, what the fuck? She may be intimidating but I'm not a door mat and I don't take kindly to rudeness without reason. "Look, Gemma I don't know why you have already decided not to like me but I assure I didn't 'doe-eye' my way into anything. If this is too much of a hassle for you or you don't want to do it, you don't have to. I'm not twisting your arm." I said crossing my arms.

She turned to look at me with a smirk similar to that of her son "And what are you going to do, walk home? We're the only shop in town."

"If I'm going to be treated like an enemy before you know anything about me I'll get a tow from Lodi if I have to and yes, I'll also walk home if I have to." I replied firmly "Gemma, I didn't and don't mean to cause any trouble. Jax gave me a ride here so you could home and didn't have to wait on the tow. If I had known this was going to be this big of an issue for you I never would have agreed. I'll just go." I said starting to turn towards the door.

"I see why they like you." She said placing her hand back on her hips.

"Excuse me?" what the hell, she's being nice now?

"Wayne and Jax, I see why they like you. You've got a fire underneath that babydoll exterior." She said smirking at my clear confusion about what the fuck just happened.

"Thank you…" I said very unsure of what was going on.

"I just need you to sign here, here, and here. I'll need your keys, a copy of your driver's license, and insurance." She said handing me a clip board like the previous conversation never happened. I felt like I was getting pranked.

"Um, yeah sure, let me just grab my wallet. I left my bag on Jax's bike. Your son is quite he gentleman by the way, you did a good job raising him." I said turning towards the door still in a mix of shock and confusion.

Before I was out the door Gemma added in "You sure you'll even need the loaner tonight? If Jax invited you to the party, you'll probably still be here in the morning we can just finish the paperwork in the morning." Her smile was a knowing one and that cemented my theory of Jax being a player.

"I assure you, I have no intention of spending the night; with your son or anyone else." I replied and walked out the door back towards Jax's bike.

"Allison!" I heard Jax call out from across the lot he was waiting at the picnic table with two very full plates of food. I walked towards him. "I see you survived your first encounter with my mom, get everything worked out" he smiled.

"Ha! Yeah, she's something else… Actually I need my bag she needs to copy my ID and insurance for the loaner, I think left it on your bike." I said.

"Oh, I put your bag in my room so no one messed with it. Here, sit and eat before the food gets cold. I'll go talk to my mom let her know I'll file the rest of the paperwork so she can go and then we can get your bag and finish all that up." He smiled that same killer smile again.

At first I was going to protest but if this meant I wasn't going to be alone in a room with Gemma again I was okay with it. So I sat down across from him and looked at the over flowing plate.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't know what you liked so I just grab a little of everything and hoped for the best." He smiled. I smiled back and bit into the burger and might have moaned in pleasure a little. I was starving and this burger was damn good. Jax's smile broadened "I'll be right back, I'll let my mom know I'll take care of the last bit of paperwork." he tapped the table and stood up. Lucky for him (and me) I'm not a picky eater and everything looked amazing. If all else goes to shit tonight I at least got a good meal out of it.

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After Jax got back we ate and talked a little more. He told me a little about his ex-wife and how he's an expectant father. I told him a little about me and how I ended up here. Nothing too personal was shared from either one of us, just basics.

"Should we go grab your bag and finish up the paperwork before we forget? My mom will have my head if I don't get that done." Jax said with a little laugh.

"You know, Jax… Your mother seems to think I don't need the loaner at all." I said looking at him sweetly.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" He asked clearly oblivious to what I was insinuating.

"Well, she seems to have this notion that since you invited me to the party as your guest that I won't be leaving until morning anyway. Seems you have quite the reputation Mr. Teller." I told him with a little smirk.

"Shiiit." He said sliding a hand down his face. "You probably think I'm a huge douchebag, huh?" he asked clearly embarrassed his mother sold him out.

I shook my head and took a few steps closer to him and he placed a hand on my hip "Jax your sexual conquests are none of my business or concern. Hell! Lord knows I'm no virgin. But if all your doing is looking to get lucky, you're betting on the wrong horse." I said patting his cheek lightly. "However, I am an awesome wing woman but judging by all the barely dressed women mean mugging me just for talking to you I'm going to go ahead and guess that you don't need one." This time I winked.

"You are something else you know that?" he said smiling and running a hand through his hair.

"Glad you noticed! Now, how about we go finish up that paperwork." I smiled. He just shook his head and held his arm out gesturing towards the 'clubhouse' as he called it.

"Hey can I ask you something?" He asked before we reached the door.

"Sure, what do you wanna know?" I shrugged.

"You haven't asked about the club at all, nothing. That's pretty unusual for a nonlocal, most girls ask questions." He quipped

"Hmm, that's really a three-part answer. A) it's not really my business. I don't like people sticking their nose in my business uninvited, so I try not to do it to other people. B) The Sons are pretty well known where I'm from Jax. I know enough to know asking is pointless. C) I know a Son. He's not from here and I haven't seen him in years but this isn't my first time meeting and being around some of your brothers." I said with a shrug.

"Really who?" Jax looked surprised that this wasn't my first interaction with his club.

As if on cue the clubhouse door swung open out he stepped. I haven't seen him probably 5 years and he looked just as I remembered him, maybe better. He also looked just as surprised to see me here as I was to see him.

"Alley Cat?" A pet name he came up with when we met, I'm surprised he used it. "What the fuck are you doing here?" His voice was gravel and it sent goosebumps down my spine.

"Holy shit! Happy!" I practically jumped into his arms when I hugged him. "What are you doing here? I thought you were in Tacoma?" I asked. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me from the ground practically squeezing the life from me and set me back down as if remembering we have an audience. Honestly, the embrace was too short for my liking.

"Alley what are you doing in Charming?" He asked again.

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