I own nothing that has to do with Sons of Anarchy. All credit goes to Kurt Sutter and FX.

Chapter One

"Little girl don't be so blue, I know what you're going through,

Don't let it beat you up,

Hittin' walls and gettin' scars only makes you who you are,

Only makes you who you are,

No matter how much your heart is aching,

There is beauty in the breaking."

-Lindsey Haun, "Broken"

-Samantha-

I don't remember much about my childhood. Bits and pieces came to me once in a while, but for the most part it was all just a blur. My earliest memory was of my seventh birthday party when my older brother Alex bought me a new bicycle. It was pink, as all seven year old's bikes were at the time. I was so excited to get it that I completely forgot about opening the other presents and went straight outside to test ride it.

My teenage years were rougher than most. I got involved in a lot of things that I shouldn't have- drugs, stealing, and all that other illegal stuff an adolescent did. My mom didn't really care what I did, and my dad had split when I was twelve. Alex tried to keep me on the right path, but he stopped after a while since I never listened to him. I was pretty much on my own then. I didn't care though, I thought I was the queen bitch back then.

Alex joined a motorcycle club when I turned seventeen. I didn't see him much after that; he always told me I shouldn't get involved in that kind of life. One part of me hated him for just abandoning me, but another knew that it would happen sooner or later. He wasn't my caretaker and he had his own life to live.

I graduated high school at the top of my class- shocking, I know- and got a scholarship to UCLA. I decided I might as well take it since I had nothing better to do with my life, so that started another chapter in my life that I liked to call the "Blank Years." The reason for that title was due to the many drunken nights that I still to this day have no memory of. I was out of control during those years, but being an adult no one could tell me to stop.

I ended up dropping out halfway through my sophomore year to run away with this guy named Eddie. He was cute, two years older than me, and had enough money to buy the entire state of California. What could go wrong? Well, pretty much everything. The little "romance" we had only lasted a year, and then I was thrown out for a fresh face. Yeah, that was pretty much the worst decision I made in my life

So now with no money, no education, and only the clothes on my back, I had absolutely no idea where to go. I tried getting a job in the area, but nobody would hire someone who'd dropped out of college. I quickly moved on, going town to town trying to find a job that would give me a stable income. I hitch hiked a lot in those days, and it was actually really interesting. There was this one guy, Earl, who was a retired war veteran, and he told me some of the greatest war stories I will ever remember. Too bad I'll never meet him again.

Finally after months of sleeping in abandoned houses and parks, I found a good paying job as a dance in a nightclub. Yeah, I know it wasn't the most modest job, and it grossed me out to take my clothes off in front of other people, but it gave me enough money to pay for a decent sized apartment and still have money left over for food and clothes. The girls there were nice too, well, some of them at least. There will always be the little stuck up bitches where ever you go.

I had the job for two years before I decided that I missed home too much to be away any longer. Of course, I had nothing to really go back to, but I had enough money to put a down payment on a small house and a car to take me there. So I packed up everything I owned, took all the money out of my bank accounts, and drove the thirteen hours from Dallas to Charming.

I didn't realize how small my hometown was until I actually crossed the town limits again. When you've been in a large city for almost four years, you tend to get used to how things went. But Charming was a small town with less then ten thousand people, meaning everyone was likely to be in my business.

I bought a small house only a mile or so from where I grew up, and moved in within a matter of days. The first few nights were spent sleeping on the floor with only a blanket to cover me, but I soon was able to get a decent bed set that fit to my liking.

That was three months ago, and now I'm just starting to settle into my not so new surroundings. I got a job in a bar not too far from my house called "Berry's Bar and Grill." It was basically a Hooters with a wider food selection, but it paid good money and kept the bills paid. As long as I was taking care of myself, I wouldn't let anyone tell me I couldn't do anything.

It was ten o'clock when Samantha's alarm clock went off, and she rolled over in her bed with a groan. Today she was going to get the oil changed on her car before heading over to Berry's for her evening shift. Sliding from underneath the covers, she shuffled to her closet for something to wear.

She pulled on a pair of denim shorts a black off the shoulder top and black stilettos. Grabbing her sunglasses and purse, she took her keys from the nightstand and headed for the door. (Link for the outfit is in my profile)

Stepping out of her house, she surveyed the quiet suburban neighborhood in which she lived. The street was mostly filled with elderly coupled who had been there for years, making the street a nice place for those who wanted a peaceful atmosphere. Inhaling the smell of freshly cut grass, she walked down the steps and into the driveway where her black 2009 Honda Civic waited for her. It had been the very first thing she bought when she'd gotten enough money, and there had been times when she literally lived in the small automobile. Of course, those days were long gone and she didn't like to bring up her past.

Sliding into the driver's seat, she started the car. Singing along to the Toby Keith CD in the CD player, she backed out of the driveway and took off down the street. She'd called and made an appointment at Teller-Morrow Auto Shop for a quick oil change and system check. It had been years since the car had last been serviced, and she wanted to make sure it wasn't going to die out on her in the middle of driving. She counted on this thing to get her to and from work, and she sure as hell wasn't going to walk the two miles to Berry's every day.

Teller-Morrow wasn't too far away from her house, only ten minutes at a decent speed. Pulling into the parking lot, the first thing she noted was the long line of motorcycles. The decals on the gas tanks matched the large reaper on the building that said "Sons of Anarchy: Fear The Reaper," and Samantha scoffed. So a group of guys were trying to play tough, the thought was funny to her.

Pulling up to the front of the shop, people looked up just as she stepped from the car. The first thing she heard was a low whistle, and then the words, "Hot damn." She smirked as her eyes danced playfully under her Ray bans, and she ran hand through her wavy black hair that fell down her back. She walked up to the men, heels clicking against the pavement as she knew all eyes were on her at the moment. If only they knew how much this was blowing up her ego.

"Hi, I'm here to get my car serviced." She said when she stopped in front of a group of men wearing auto shop t-shirts. "Do you know how long the wait is gonna be?"

"Shouldn't be long, maybe thirty minutes at the most." A guy wearing a shirt that said 'Opie' told her, leaning against a cart of tools. "Do you have an appointment?" Samantha nodded, and told them she'd spoken to a woman named Gemma on the phone yesterday to set it up.

"Yeah, she said a Honda would be comin' in today for some work." He said, and then looked her up and down. "Mind givin' us your name, sweetheart?"

"Samantha Trager." She said, and she saw the guys go rigid. What, did they know her or something? "What's wrong?"

"No, nothing." A guy with long blonde hair told her, putting a cigarette to his lips and lighting it. "You just have the same last name as one of our friends, that's all. You got a brother?"

She nodded. "Yeah, his name's Alex. You know him?" At the mention of her brother's name, all the guys began to look at her closely. Okay, now she was getting a little weirded out.

"She does look like him a little bit." One guy with the name 'Kip' said, hands stuffed in his pockets. "And didn't Tig say he had a younger sister?"

"Who's Tig, and why the hell is everyone staring at me?" Samantha asked with an irritated huff. "I just came to get my car serviced so I can get to my job and make some cash, so are you gonna work on my car or not?"

"Don't worry darlin', we'll get your car fixed." The blondie said. "In the mean time, I got someone I wanna introduce you to. You might know him." Samantha looked at him with a raised eyebrow before nodding her head. Giving her keys to Opie, she followed blondie across the parking lot and into a club looking building. It smelled of cigarettes and booze, the smelt assaulting her nose the second she stepped through the door. "God damn, do you guys ever clean in here?" She muttered as she coughed. The blondie only laughed, telling her to come on. She followed him into the building and found herself in a large room equipped with a bar, some furniture, and pools tables.

"Take a seat, you want somethin' to drink?" He asked her, and when she shook her head, he headed off in the direction of some double doors. Disappearing behind them, he looked at the two men sitting at the reaper engraved table.

"What?" Clay asked as he stubbed out his cigar. "Did you shit heads do something in the garage again?"

"Naw, but you might want to get out here and see who came to get their car serviced." Jax said with a grin.

"Who is it?" Tig asked looking over at the vice president.

"Says her name is Samantha Trager." Jax says, eyes looking at Tig. The older man's eyes widened a second before he jumped out of his chair and headed out the door without another word. He didn't have to go far, because he saw a woman sitting at the bar and almost choked on his own spit. She turned to him, and her jaw dropped in astonishment.

"Jesus Christ, Alex!" She screamed, hopping off the bar stool and running into his arms. "I haven't seen you in forever!" Tig held her in a tight hug as he swung her around in a circle before setting her down.

"Sam, God, where the hell have you been for the last four years?" He asked, holding her out at arms length to get a good look at her. "I went home during the summer and mom said you'd went off to college or somethin'." At the mention of college, Samantha's eyes dropped to the ground.

"I ended up dropping out for a guy, hitch hiked around for a while after he dumped me, and worked in a night club for a while in Dallas before I moved back a couple months ago. I really messed up my life Alex, I'm sorry."

"Shhh, it's alright." He said, hugging her again. "It's all in the past now. All that matters is that you're finally home and I get to see you again." He felt the urge to cry and forced it back; he wasn't going to cry in front of his brothers.

"I didn't know this is where you were." She said when she stepped out of the hug and looked around. "I thought you were somewhere far away or somethin'."

"Naw, I couldn't be away from home for that long." He informed her, and then was interrupted by a loud cough coming from Clay, who's been watching the interaction between the two siblings.

"I know that this whole reunion thing is a big deal with you two, but we're in the middle of a meeting." He said with a sarcastic smile, and Tig nodded his head.

"Sam, this is Clay, the club president. You already met Jax, the VP." He introduced them, and Samantha smiled.

"Go ahead and get back to your meeting, I have a few more hours before my shift at work." She told him, and he smiled before kissing her forehead.

"Don't go anywhere," He said, and then disappeared back behind the double doors while blondie, now known to her as Jax, put an arm around her shoulder.

"I can't believe you're the little long lost sister he's been buggin' about for the last four years." He said as they walked back out of the club house and sat on a picnic table. "We thought you were some kind of little princess or something."

"He always had a soft spot for me, probably always will." She told him with a laugh, and then noticed the group of guys heading towards them. They all wore the same leather vests and had smiles on their faces.

"Well if it isn't Tig's long lost sister." A guy with wild hair said as he sat down next to her. "Glad to finally meet ya' darlin'." Samantha smiled in return, and then looked around at the others who had situated themselves around the picnic table.

"This is Bobby, Opie, Chibs, Juice, Happy, and Half-Sack." Jax introduced her. "Most of them have been in the club long before you were even alive."

"It's nice to meet you." She said with a smile. "I have a feeling you've all gotten Tig out of some very deep shit over the years."

"You can say that again." Chibs said in his Scottish accent. "The man doesn't know when to keep his dick in his pants."

"Yeah, I can imagine." Samantha said, and everyone around her laughed. She looked around at the group of guys, and her eyes suddenly caught Happy's. He looked at her with an expression she couldn't really read, and her gaze drifted over his many tattoos that disappeared under the hem of his t-shirt.

"It's even better that you came here on a Thursday." Juice told her.

"Why?"

"Because tomorrow's the regular party," Bobby informed her. "And that means we can turn it into the 'Long Lost Sister Homecoming' party."

"No, you don't have to-" She tried to protest, but they cut her off.

"We've already decided it, so no buts." Jax told her, and she sighed before nodding her head.

Things were about to get way more interesting around here.

Thanks for reading the first chapter. I hoped you liked it (: