A/N: Hi everyone! So this is my first SOA fanfic which I am writing with the help of my girlfriend. It's a little different than most because it focuses around 2 OC characters one of which happens to be a son. Don't worry though the charming guys will still be in the entire story. I'd appreciate any feedback good or bad. So here goes nothing!

Disclaimer: I don't own SOA or anything pertaining to it, that right belongs to Kurt Sutter

Chapter 1

Sam

As the trucker moved towards me, pinning me against his truck I couldn't help but think about what had gotten me into this mess. A few short months ago, I thought I had everything that I was gonna go someplace. I was in college with the hopes and dreams of my future. Of getting a good job and find a nice man to settle down and maybe start a family of my own. That was before Jonathan Kessler though. He had started off as my Physics professor, a subject I had struggled with throughout my high school career and had unfortunately followed me here to college. He offered to help tutor me and I gladly accepted, not realizing his ulterior motives until it was too late. He finally confessed during one session that he had in fact fallen in love with me and wanted to be with me forever. I refused him explaining that there were rules against this sort of thing but really? He just wasn't my type with or with out the rules. He wasn't the type to take no for an answer though even after dropping his course he continued to stalk me and make my life a living hell until finally I left altogether no idea where I was headed I just knew that I had to get away so I hitchhiked. I made it as far as Bismarck North Dakota where I found this trucker headed to California, someplace called Lodi I figured "what the hell, so long as it's anywhere but here, let's see what the west coast has to offer me" so I climbed aboard. We made it to Lodi without incident but it was when I got out that the trouble began. He wanted "payment" when I reminded him that I had no money which I had mentioned before when he picked me up, he said "I wasn't talking about that kind of payment sweets" and that's when I got it.

Oh. Shit.

What the hell was I going to do now?

As I hastily backed into his truck desperately looking for a way out he reached forward and ripped my shirt open. "Ahhh… here we go" he said with a malicious and hungry glint in his eye. I desperately prayed for someone, anyone to save me. "Please, someone help me!" I cried, "Nobody can hear ya baby" he said practically foaming at the mouth. "We're all alone out here" I wasn't about to just surrender to this pig not without a fight anyways. I drove my knee into his crotch as hard as I could. "You bitch!" he screamed backhanding me across the face. I fell to the ground with tears in my eyes clutching the side of my face and that's when HE appeared.

Tim

With any luck I'll be in Charming in a few hours I thought to myself as I pulled into the Lodi truck stop hiding my bike in among the various rigs at the gas pumps. I wanted to be as inconspicuous as possible on this part of the run, Lodi was known NORD territory and I was in no mood to pick a fight with those Neo Nazi assholes. Hell if my tank hadn't been on empty I probably would have just driven straight through. I pulled up to the pumps and had just picked up the nozzle when I heard someone scream "Please someone help me!" from the other side of the lot. I set the pump up to fill my tank then made my way over to where the voice had come from checking to make sure my 45 was loaded. One thing you learn from being a son, particularly a nomad son was to be prepared for anything. Around the other side of the truck I found the source of all the commotion. There was a slimy looking trucker standing over someone, a girl by the look of her lying crumpled on the ground. You know the type of guy, smelly, loud and generally unpleasant to look at. The trucker crouched over her and it didn't take a college degree (which was good as I didn't have one!) to figure out what he was gonna do to her. All I knew was I couldn't let this happen, not to her. "I don't think lady is enjoying yer company friend" I said. "Fuck off friend this ain't your problem" He growled. "Anything that takes place in or around Charming is my problem including this" I told him "bitch got a bit of a mouth so I slugged her one what's the big deal?" he said nonchalantly. Ok I had kept my temper in check long enough I walked up to the guy and decked him hard across the face. "You bastard!" he cried out "you broke my fucking nose!" as he reached into his back pocket. I had been around long enough to know what was coming next so I reached into my coat for my gun. He pulled a switchblade out at the same time I drew my 45. "Compensating much?" I asked him as I looked at his pathetic excuse for a blade. Upon seeing my reaction he came at me with his knife I easily ducked out of the way and fired off two rounds. The first landed in his leg, the second in his chest. He dropped to the pavement dead.

I holstered my gun then turned my attention to the girl cowering on the ground. She was beautiful, no question about that, and not just because she was half naked either. She had that classic beauty, the kind you read about in all those sappy stories but never think you'll find in real life. She had long brown hair and sparkling periwinkle eyes, like the sky just before sunrise. "Thanks" she stammered at me as she pulled herself up into a sitting position on the ground. "Come on honey" I said extending a hand to her "We can't stay here" "you expect me to just run off with you within 5 minutes of killing some sleazy trucker? Thanks but I wasn't born yesterday you know!" "Would you rather stay with Mr. Personality over there?" I asked her gesturing to the dead trucker. She looked over at him then back at me before saying "you've made your point." She ignored my hand deciding instead to pick herself and her bags up off the ground. We made our way over to where I stashed my bike. I opened my saddlebags extracting from my Sons of Anarchy sweatshirt and a spare helmet. "Here" I said tossing her the sweatshirt "cover yourself up before you freeze." "Not likely" she said as she took the sweatshirt from me and put it on.

When she was finished I passed her the helmet. "Seriously?" she asked me looking from the helmet to the bike and back again "yeah" I said "put it on if you wanna ride with me." She just looked at me incredulously "what?" I asked her "I thought chicks liked bikes?" "This chick definitely does" she replied with a grin "I just can't believe this. This kind of stuff just doesn't happen, not to me anyways" "well believe it doll" I said with a mischievous smile "because it's really real now get on." She slung her bags onto her shoulders before putting on the helmet and climbing on behind me. I smiled as she held me close "nervous?" I asked her over my shoulder "a little she admitted reluctantly. I slowly backed up the bike and before she knew it we were off. "Where we heading?" She shouted over the roar of the wind "someplace we can lay low" I yelled back at her "town called Charming a little slice of heaven right here in California." Sounds good!" She called back to me, "just what I need right about now" I just laughed out loud as we roared off down the road.

A/N: so what do you guys think so far? Like? No? review please!!