This is my first fanfic. Please review and whatnot. I don't own anything you recognize. That belongs to the genius himself, Kurt Sutter.

Gabriella

I was beyond excited. A few weeks ago, my dad told me that he was transferring charters from Tacoma to Charming. I was so happy to be getting away from the assholes that I went to school with. I'm eighteen. Legally an adult, and these...bitches thought that they had the right to call me a biker whore, even though I'd never lost my virginity, and I didn't flaunt what I had. It didn't help the matter that I had a father who would castrate anyone who gave me "the look". He considered the look to be the head to toe look, but my dad thought that anyone who did that was undressing me with their eyes.

Anyway, here I was, riding shotgun in my silver Chevy Silverado. My dad insisted that he drove, saying he would look like a bitch with some teenager driving him around. His bike was in the bed of the truck, tied down securely. All of our other belongings, which wasn't too much, was loaded either into the back of the crew cab or the bed, around the bike, giving it some sort of padding. Kozik and Tacoma's newest prospect, Ryan, were riding behind us, making sure we made it down okay.

I looked over at my father. His dark sunglasses made it hard to see what his real expression was. He was puffing on a cigarette, inhaling each puff deeply.

"Hey pops," I said turning to him.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Lemme bum a cigarette." I smiled at him.

"What the hell, girl?" he asked. "No."

"But pops, you do it all the time, and you're an iron fucking horse."

He smiled and shook his head. "I only do this so I don't kill more people than necessary."

I turned back to the window. I knew what my father was. But I also knew that he didn't hurt anyone who didn't deserve to be hurt. I wasn't scared of my dad. Ever. If anything, after my mom died, we got closer. He told me that I looked like her a lot. I knew that I had her eyes, the blinding blue ones. And I had her facial structure. But the rest, anyone could tell that I was the David LaBrava's kid. All tanned and mean.

"Okay, kid," he said. "We're here." He pulled into the lot of a garage that said "Teller-Morrow". It looked a hell of a lot like the garage in Tacoma.

I hopped out of the truck and kicked at a rock with my sandal clad foot. Immediately, I saw our welcoming committee. Since I was a kid, Dad and I had come down here once in a while, and I had grown a love for all of the people who were involved in this charter. Gemma approached me first while Dad hugged his brothers.

"Hi sweetheart," she said, puffing on a cigarette.

"Hey, Gem," I said as she enveloped me into a hug.

"You're going to like it here, honey," she said.

Clay walked over to me. "Hey kid." His large hand clamped onto my shoulder.

"Hi, Clay." I smiled at him.

I saw a blonde standing behind Gemma, grinning with a baby in his arms. "Jax!" I yelled and gave him a hug and obnoxious kiss on the cheek. "Who's this guy?" I smiled down at the baby.

"My son," he said, a smile tugging the corners of his mouth up. "Abel."

I touched the baby's foot as I said hello to the others. The only ones that I knew were missing were Tigger and Bobby.

"Well," Kozik said, "We best be getting back now. Don't want ol' Tigger to have a heart attack that I followed his goddaughter down here."

I never understood what the deal between Koz and Tig was. Either way, I gave Koz a hug goodbye and told him to visit soon.

As Kozik pulled out of the lot, I saw a Latino striding toward the group. He had a mohawk down the center of his head and what looked like lighting bolts tattooed on either side of it. I saw that he had a good build to him.

"Juicy boy," Chibs said patting him on the back.

"Hey guys," he said. "Hap. It's good to have you here brother."

Juice

I strode out to the lot, rubbing a hand over my mohawk. Happy always scared the shit out of me. Sure, we were brothers and he probably wouldn't hurt me, but he still terrified me sometimes. Especially with that calm shit that he pulled all the time.

As I walked out there, I saw a girl there. She had the most electrifying blue eyes. Dark brown curls hung to her waist and she was wearing cutoff white shorts with a blue tank top, all of it showing off her tanned, pretty skin.

"Juicy boy," Chibs patted me on the back.

"Hey guys," I said, feeling nervous, "Hap. It's good to have you here brother."

Happy intercepted me into a bro hug. "Good to be here kid. This is my daughter. Gabriella."

Daughter? Fuck. "Nice to meet you," I said, smiling at her.

Happy looked at me, giving me that 'stay the fuck away from her' look.

"We're going to have a huge welcoming party for you two tonight," Gemma said to Hap as she put an arm around Gabriella's shoulder.

"Juice," Hap said turning to me, "Can you take our bags up to my dorm room with the prospect?" He gestured to Half-Sack.

"Sure, bro," I nodded. He clapped me on the shoulder as I gestured to Half Sack to come to the truck.

"Dad," I heard Gabriella say, "I should go help them. I don't want my shit to get broken."

"Ok, Gabrita," Hap said to her.

I heard small footsteps coming over and she opened the door to the backseat of the truck.

"We can do this," I told her.

She shook her head. "I'll get the shit in the backseat. It's pretty breakable. But I'll let you two use your guns on that bike."

Half Sack looked confused. "Why would we shoot the bike? Hap would kill us."

Gabriella started to laugh. "I was talking about your muscles."

Sack looked down. "Oh."