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Authors Note: This is my first go at fiction writing in an open forum. Insight is welcome. This story is fantasy, there is no episode base but it does play into the plot line of season three a bit.

I couldn't help but shiver at the sound of all those bikes starting up… the men all wore black jackets, SAMCRO jackets. The reaper on the back indicative of their affiliation with Sons of Anarchy and all it entitled. No one rode in naivety; they all knew the risks and the expectations of Clay Marrow and Jax Teller. My husband Travis glanced over his shoulder at me, I smiled back, trying to hide the fear in my face. I had to admit, he looked good in that vest, even if it was short a rocker. He was SAMCRO's newest prospect, and I was his old lady… what a pair we made. As I watched the last bike pass through the gates of the club house I started to second guess my decision to take this new job, the job that brought us here to Charming California.

After the gates closed I walked into the club. Gemma Morrow and Tara Knowles were sitting at the bar. I looked around; most of the members were gone now, out on the run. From across the room Gemma waved me over. I walked towards her taking a seat at the old redwood bar. The bartender brought me a longneck bottle, and I took a swig of the cold beer.

"How ya holdin' up darlin?" Gemma asked me.

"I'm alright," I lied, but I could tell she saw right through me.

"Ya know you two are quite the couple," Tara chided about Trav and I.

I didn't respond. I was lost in thought staring at the wall of fame. His picture stared back at me, almost scolding me for my return to Charming. I promised my father I would never come back here, it was his dying wish. He was probably flipping in his grave, not only because I returned to Charming; but now my husband was a prospect.

"Jesus. What the hell am I doing here?" I thought to myself, "Why did I come back?"

I felt him crawl into bed next to me, his chest pressed against my back skin to skin. He wrapped his arms around me. I peered at the clock, nearly three am. He wore cologne of exhaust fumes and sweat and I thought I caught a hint of gunpowder. I rolled to face him; looking into his brown eyes I brushed a rouge piece of hair off his forehead.

"I didn't mean to wake you," He said smiling.

"You didn't," I looked down shifting my weight in his arms.

He placed a finger under my chin and lifted my face. His lips met mine in a long kiss, one that told me he had no intentions of telling me what had happened that night, and I had no intentions of asking. I let him seduce me, and as our bodies melted together the thought crossed my mind that in a few mere hours, I would be more entwined in the dealings of SAMCRO that I wanted to think of. Yes, it was true… Travis and I were quite the pair and starting tomorrow all of Charming would know why.

The alarm clock screamed jarring Kelly from the restless sleep she had achieved. She slapped the snooze button and glanced at the numbers. 4:45 a.m., she had only been asleep for half an hour. Slowly she rolled out of Travis's grasp as not to wake him. She showered, shaved, did her hair and a touch of makeup. She dressed slowly looking at each piece as if it was foreign material and not just polyester and cotton. Once she had everything on she stood in front of the full length mirror in shock, she couldn't believe what she was looking at. It was almost 5:30; she kissed her husband gently, grabbed a coffee mug, and walked out the door.

Charming hadn't changed. In 20 years it was still the same as it had been when I left to live with gram. Dad couldn't stand to see me here among all the bikes, violence, and trouble. He told me I was too smart for it all, yet here I was. I still came back in the summer, up until I was 18 and in college. I came back and raised hell with the others: Tara, Jax, Opie, Donna, and Wendy. Dad hated that I got along so well with the other kids of SAMCRO, but what the hell did he expect? It was all I knew until I was nearly 13. I had so many memories both good and bad. I remember getting in trouble with the law, and Dad and Uncle John teaching me how to ride my first bike. I was just as much a member of this club as Opie and Jax. I knew how to ride, I knew how to lie, cheat and steal. Uncle John had once told me that I would be the first female son… I bet this wasn't what he had in mind.

The club had changed drastically since my dad's time. He, Uncle John, and Piney were brothers, if not by blood by bond. They build the club as a brotherhood for Vietnam Vets after they came home from war to a country that didn't want them back. But now, with two of the three dead, it seemed as though the club had gone totally rouge. Guns, drugs, violence, death, and destruction encircled its members. So much had been lost in the last few years. The death of Opie's wife Donna, the loss of prospect Half Sack, and my cousin Able's kidnapping all shrouded the club in darkness. A darkness that was creating a rift between the members and clouding the original mission set forth by John Teller.

That's why I was here, to help try and refocus the efforts of SAMCRO and protect Charming. That's why Jax called me, why he told me about the Chief's position which was available. That's why he wanted me here.

"It's yours if you want it Kell." He had said to me during our phone call, "just say yes and you know we'll get you home."

"Home". The word echoed in my head, was this home? Was this where I wanted to raise my kids? Where I wanted to build a life with my husband? Or was it the same old Charming? Regardless here I was, and there was no turning back. Battle lines were about to be drawn.

I stepped out of the car in front of the police department. Chief Unser was waiting outside when I pulled up. He had been an officer when I was a child; he knew the club and the problems there in. He supported Jax when he suggested me as his replacement. Behind him stood Clay and Jax looking at me as if I were some alien. I shook the chief's hand firmly, smiling at the familiarity and irony of the situation. Jax smirked as I approached him and his step father.

"What?" I snapped.

"Never thought I would see you dressed like that." He teased.

"Well, ya better get used to it," I looked from him to Clay and Unser, "There's a new Sherriff in town."

"Shit, Kelly." Clay shook his head looking at me. "You're the goddamn Deputy Chief and your Ol' man is a fucking prospect. Do you know what that looks like?"

"Yep," I paused, "It looks like we own Charming Uncle Clay. And it looks like there are gonna be changes around here."

He looked from me to Jax and back again.

"Just remember we are all on the same side." He turned and walked away.

I looked at my cousin and the current Chief of police.

"Damn it Jax," I looked dead at him "you better know what the fuck you're doing."

He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed my forehead like his father used to do when we were kids. I looked up at him, face full of worry.

"I do," he replied, "I'm saving my son, and taking back my club." He straddled his bike revved the engine and peeled out down the road.

(TBC…)