Sons and Daughters

A/N: I have been obsessed with SOA quietly for some time, have been playing around with the idea of writing a story based around the characters. So here it goes. It will obviously end up being AU, but somehow I hope to keep with the overall plot of the show to the best of my abilities(IE – Major plot points like what is going on in Season 3 will still be there). I do not own any of the characters from SOA or the plot line of the show. I own my OCs and that's about that. A note about the way I am writing this story. I personally like writing first person as I have done a lot of theater and find it a great way to get inside the characters head. So I'm going to be doing this in first person perspective in either Becks (my OC) or Jax's POV and they will be marked. I personally think the most compelling conflicts are often the internal conflicts with in a person.

Also you will notice that Jax has a lot going on in his head… when I write him it tends to go more into what he is thinking, how is brain is processing the events that are going on. I made that choice because MY impression of Jax is he is just that type person. Also I tend to write long chapter, I like detail in my stories, if you happen to read my other stories you will see that. That does mean updates may take longer (may not) but I promise they will be worth it.

I am really looking forward to writing it like this and I hope you enjoy reading this. So now it's my time to shut up and get on with the story.

The story begins sometime between season 1 & 2

Summery : Family, it is the most important thing to the Sons. What happens when Clay's daughter gets into some trouble with drugs and ends up running home to Charming with her tail between her legs. Will she just be able to fall back into the life or will her past come creeping back to haunt her.

Chapter one : Becks

Daddy,

Um…hi. I know it's been a while since I bothered to send you so much as an e-mail, but I guess I just got caught up in the craziness of Boston. I miss you… I miss you a lot. I miss Gemma too, she's the closest thing to a mother… no she is my mom for all intensive purposes. When mom left I blamed her, I blamed you too and I'm sorry. I know I was not the best daughter and I disgraced the club… but I wanna come home to Charming. Boston has caused me nothing but trouble and I'm in some pretty deep shit dad.

I thought by going to Boston and living with mom that I would be happier, but I'm not. I don't want to get into why… I just want to know that if I come home I won't be on the streets. I don't expect things to be like they used to be but I just want to be back with my family.

Love,

Becks

++++ Becks POV +++++

I sat there rereading the e-mail at least twenty times before I actually sent it. Talking to my father is never an easy task, least of all when it comes to asking for his forgiveness. Clay Morrow is not a forgiving man, well I guess he can be… but I'm his daughter and I get held to a different standard than the rest of them. I was supposed to be the perfect daughter, most of all after dad took over the position as President of the Sons. But low and behold I had to rebel. I had to do so many stupid things and now… here I am begging for forgiveness by e-mail as I'm sitting at a bus stop already on my way back to Charming with or without his blessing.

Boston has just become too dangerous for me. I can't bring myself to tell him I got myself hooked on pills. He would kill me if he knew I went down the same path as my mom. Considering the whole reason I moved across the country after High School was to be with her and help her get clean. The last words he spoke to me were if I left.. he never wanted to see me again. It broke my heart. I love my dad, truly I do. I just hope he will find it in his heart to forgive my transgression.

Sighing heavily, I shut down my laptop and shoved it back into my backpack, contemplating what to do if my dad won't let me back in the house. I know that if it was up to Gemma she would just let by gones be by gones but dad… well dad is dad. Looking through my phone seeing who else in Charming I could contact in case things went south with dad.

The list was rather short, Juice… who I had a bit of thing for back in high school. Something tells me that would just end up with me flat on my back with my legs over my head. Tig… again… something tells me he would less that keen about getting on my dad's bad side and probably I would end up with my legs over my head again. What about…. Jax. My would be stepbrother. Though… I can't really look at him like brother. I'll be honest, since it's just me in my own head here… I've always kind of well been in love with him since I was like 10 years old. But he was the one person who understood why I left and still talked to me at least once a month to make sure I hadn't ended up in a ditch.

Smiling softly to myself and hit the green send button and put my cell up to my ear. My heart raced waiting for him to pick up the phone. Then…. Click… "Hello…" Jax answered. The smile playing on my lips grew wider hearing the sound of his voice.

"Oh hi…" I said weakly wondering if he would recognize my voice. I heard him chuckle, that impish little laugh of his always reminds me over better times… happy times.

"Oh hi to you too Becks. So what's up… aren't I the one that usually calls randomly to make sure you are still breathing? Are you ok?" Shifting in the uncomfortable bus seat and glanced out the window and let out a heavy sigh. I could just picture Jax standing there with his arms half crossed with this look on his face.. this 'what do I have to fix now' look he always gave me when I would run to him when dad and I got into a fight. "Spill…"

I let out another heavy sigh and balled the sleeve on my sweat shirt in my hand. "I'm on a bus… on my way back to Charming…"

Before I even had a chance to finish my sentence. "What time is your bus getting in? I'll come get you…" I smiled again, typical Jax… my night on shining Harley…. Always.

"Around 11 tonight… " Jax chuckled and I could almost picture him smiling as he held on the phone.

"Leave it to you Becks to leave everything to last second." I let out a small laugh of my own and nodded my head instinctively. "You know I'll be there…. Does Clay know you are coming back?" The change in his voice when he asked me if my dad knew if was coming home was drastic. In a split second he went from his normally cheeky self to suddenly the protector he's always been for me. It kinda made my heart sink hearing it again. I thought now that he was with Tara that he wouldn't be my knight on shinny Harley any more… but I thought wrong.

Biting my bottom lip which I know he probably was picturing me doing in the long and awkward pause while I was contemplating my response. "Yes and no…" I said softly.

"What do you mean 'yes and no' either he does or doesn't Becks…." Glancing out the window I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Jax was right, there was no middle ground, either dad knew I was on my way back or not. In actuality he didn't have a clue I was on a bus only six hours away from my home… away from where my heart had been for the last six years.

Resting my head against the window, looking down at my feet I answered Jax softly. "Well… not technically, but I sent him an e-mail letting him know I wanted to come home… like an hour ago." Closing my eyes I could picture Jax closing his eyes and bring his free hand up to his temple and rubbing it. I knew that my father not knowing I was on my way home was going to complicate things quite a bit for Jax and put him an awkward position. In my heart though I know Jax would still stand by me… I'm his Becks… he loves me. (In what way I'm not sure)

I could hear Jax starting to pace back and forth. This made me nervous but I took another deep breath to relax myself because I know… I know in the end it will all be ok. "Alright…" Jax said after a long pause. "I'll come get you tonight, you'll stay with me but we gotta figure out away to tell Clay and Gemma that your back… but if we do this you gotta help me Becka.." I smiled softly, he hadn't called me Becka in years, most everyone always called me Becks… now that I think about I think Jax is the only person who calls me Becka.

"Whatever you need me to do Jax… I'll do it." I was trying not to sound too egger as I spoke but I think I totally lost that battle.

"Help me out with Abel, Tara had to leave town for a few weeks and well you know there are very few people I would trust with my son." He trusts me with Abel…. I brought my hand to my chest and bit my bottom lip to keep myself from saying anything all mushy like 'I love you Jax….' Or 'You trust me with Able… you really do love me…' Because something told me that would totally fuck everything up. "So you know… baby sit him when I'm gone. That would help me while I try and build this bridge between you and Clay…. I think if we can get Gemma on board first it will be a lot easier. Just trust me Becka."

Without even thinking for a second I said "I do trust you Jax… I know you would never do anything to hurt me….I love you…" As soon as those that three words came out of my mouth I wish I could just take them back… but what Jax responded with surprised me even more.

"I love you too… but I gotta go get Abel changed and ready to bed… I'm gonna have to take the truck so we can put your bags in the back… so look for it. I'll be there." I thought he was just gonna hang up but then he surprised me again. "I'm glad you're coming home… I've really missed you." Then before I had a chance to say anything…. CLICK… typical Jax.

I pulled my knees to my chest and smiled softly resting my head against my knees thinking 'At least I know Jax wants me home… ' I closed my eyes and drifted off in to a happy slumber hoping to pass the next six hours as quickly as possible.

+++ Jax's POV +++

Leave it to Rebecca Morrow to wait to the very last minute to tell everyone that she's coming home, then again it wouldn't be my Becks if she didn't do stupid things like that. It's part of her charm really. So instead of being at the club house with the rest of the boys on a Friday night I am sitting in my truck at the Greyhound bus stop twenty odd miles outside of Charming waiting to pick up the girl who I should consider my sister, but I just can't think of her like that. She's one of my best friends and if the world was different… if she hadn't left six years ago in all likely hood I would be with her not Tara. As much as I love Tara, and I do very much, there has always been this unexplainable attraction to Becks. I love her, when Tara left and before I married Wendy… Becks was there to listen to me, to remind me that life will go on. I can't lie… I wanted to be with her but then she felt she had some great purpose moving out to Boston and helping her mom get clean. Things would have been so different if she stayed… now she's back and I am already worried about if I'm going to be able to stop myself and keep things going with Tara.

I asked Neeta to come watch Abel so I had some time to get the truth out of Becks about why did she come home so suddenly. I know Becks better than she knows herself, that girl doesn't think about anything before she does it. She just goes and bulls through life, pushing people out of her life without even thinking. Like someone else I know all too well. As much as Becks may say she hates Clay… they are a lot alike. She is just as stubborn and stuck in her ways as he is… not to mention that girl has a dark side to her that very few people have seen.

I watched her put three grown men on the floor at 16 when they were touching her when she didn't want to be touched. They were nomads visiting and they knew she was Clay daughter but they just wouldn't listen when she said no. She laid them out on the floor right in the club house and it took Opie, Tig and I to get her off of them. She had to have only been about five foot two maybe 115 pounds but that girl was pissed and she's got a lot of anger she keeps bottled up inside of her, so it was not big shock that it took three men to get her off of those poor bastards. But.. that was the beginning of the end of her relationship with her father, she made Clay look like he couldn't control his own kid, so how the hell was he supposed to control the club, but I was proud of her… that girl takes shit from no one.

Which makes me wonder all the more why she is running back to Charming? Flipping open my cell I look at the time, 11:05, the bus should be getting here any second. Reaching over I open the driver side door and got out of the truck. Leaning again the side of it I hear the distinctive sound of the bus pulling up and suddenly I feel nervous. Why the hell am I nervous? I shake my head and run my hands through my hair.

Watching closely as a lone figure got off the bus, it had to be Becks… I smiled softly to myself. I missed her for some odd reason. Maybe because I remember the good times with her, the late nights telling stories about when we were kids and all the trouble I used to have to save her from… not that she really needed the saving… but none the less. I watched her grab her bags and drag them towards the truck but suddenly she dropped them and came running towards me.

"Jax!" She called making my heat skip a beat. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she was wearing these amazing jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places. She looked different from the last time I saw her, more like a grown woman and less like that punk teenager I remember so well.

Meeting her half away I wrapped my arms around her as she threw her arms around me. She was already in tears. "Oh my God Jax…. I… I…. missed you so much." I pushed her back slightly and whipped the rouge tears from her lightly tanned cheeks.

Leaning forward slightly I wanted to kiss her but I just smiled and kissed her forehead. "Hey… no tears." Pulling her back into a tight hug I started to have all these thoughts racing through my head. 'Can I fight the feelings I have for her to make things work with Tara?'… 'Would she make a better wife and mother than Tara considering she was raised in the club?' … 'Do I love her more than I love Tara?'

Despite all these thoughts racing through my head I could only look at was the look on her face. It was this mix of joy and utter fear. Holding her close to my chest, feeling her arms wrap tightly around my chest , I kissed the top of her head. "I missed you too Becka…" Looking down at her again, seeing the look on her face made me all the more desperate to find out the truth behind her sudden move home, but I made the decision that can wait till tomorrow. Running my hand down the back of her thick dark hair and moved my other hand under her chin, forcing her to look me straight in the eyes. "Lets go home… I want you to meet Abel…" I ran my hand down the side of cheek before walking to wear she dropped her bags.

She was getting into the cab of the truck by the time I had gotten back to the truck and threw her bags in bed of the truck. Looking into the cab before I got in I saw Becka sitting there, her jaw clenched, her hands twisting and her biting her bottom lip nervously. My first instinct seeing her do this was to think she looked just like Wendy when she needed a fix, but I know my Becks is too smart to get involved with drugs. So it had to be she was nervous and worried about how her father would react to her home coming. It had to be that.

Climbing back into the cab and pulling the keys out of my pocket I glanced over at Becks again. Despite the state she was in there was something about her that was just comforting to have her back. As I started the truck, I reached over and took one of her hands ,which were ice cold, and squeezed it. "I promise… nothing bad is gonna happen while I'm around… promise." The look on her face changed slightly and she moved closer to me. With out thinking I just put my arm around her shoulders as she hunkered in.

My mind was screaming this is wrong, I'm with Tara. She's technically me step-sister and we are not some back woods hillbillies but most of our lives we had no connection like that. She was always just Becks, Clay's kid. A fixture at dinners and holidays because her mom was too high to do much of anything in ways of sort of thing. I guess, now that I think about it, perhaps that why Wendy's drug use bothered me so… because I watched how having a drug addict mother almost ruined Becka. But back to my mind just screaming how this was just wrong yet, I didn't stop. It felt right… like this is the way it should have been.