A/N: This is my first fan fic, ever! If you're reading it, let me know what you think and leave a review! Thanks :) Also I know it's clear that Lee has a accent, it's Creole (the French will come along later) from New Orleans/the Bayou.

I jolted awake, whipping the covers away from me. I squinted, staring out at the pitch black room. What the hell was that? My heart was pounding making the blood and adrenaline rush through my veins. I leaned over the side of the bed, carefully unhooking my Glock from its holster hidden under the bed. I cocked it back and listened intently around me. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I couldn't keep myself in the typical 'fight or flight' mode. I needed to be centred and ready for whatever had woken me.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I whipped to my left, facing my bedroom door. It sounded like someone was banging on my door. I jumped out of my bed, stalking down the hall towards the noise. I slid around the corner, my back facing the front window. Before reaching the door, I glanced at the digital clock, glowing green, on my TV stand. It shone a bright 2:30 AM at me. I narrowed my eyes. Who the fuck was at my door this late at night? I leaned into the wall, flattening my back. I peeked behind the front window curtain and saw a group of men huddled around my front door. I didn't have my porch light on so I couldn't make them out. They were wearing all black.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I tiptoed to the door, and peered through one of the three long glass windows. There was a blonde, white man slamming his fist against my door. I lifted the glock to the door, making sure it was eye level with the man outside my door and slid the lock out-of-place. I heard the soft click and based on the reaction of the man on the other side, he heard it too. I turned the doorknob, inch by inch until I creaked the door open.

"Who's there?" I demanded through the crack in my door.

A gruff voice answered, "Its Jax."

I narrowed my eyes again. I pulled the door wide open but left my gun in the same place. Aiming it perfectly at the spot right in-between Jackson's eyes.

"Woah…" He took a step backwards and lifted his hands up into the air; a sign of surrender.

I hissed, "It's two fuckin' thirty in the mornin', Jackson. Why are ya trying ta break ma door down?"

"Put the gun down, Lee." He commanded.

I snorted, he had no right to tell me what to do. I left it where it was, still aimed.

He rolled his eyes, "Listen, I know it's late but the club needs to ask you a favour."

"Go on." I motioned with my gun.

He dropped his hands and stepped to the right. Behind him there was Opie and Tig hoisting up another man by his underarms. The man's legs were hanging below him, knees just scrapping the pavement. I couldn't make out his face because it was hanging forward and his hair was aiding the shadow already cast on his face.

I raised an eyebrow, "The club can't pay ma fee Jackson."

"It's not like that!" Jackson explained, "We need you to do the opposite, we need you to keep him alive."

"WHAT!" I shouted.

Jackson covered my mouth, "Shhh!"

I smacked his arm away, "Get your hands off me!" I shook my anger away, "Why? What's so special 'bout him?"

Tig answered this time, "He's a transfer, patching over and in real bad shape. No one in the club has room to take him in."

"Y'all don't have an extra room at the clubhouse?" I asked.

The three of them just stared at me in silence.

Opie whispered, "We'll owe ya big time, Lee."

I rolled my eyes, "Yea, you will." I sighed but beckoned them inside, "Come on. Put him in the spare room."

Jackson kissed me on the cheek, "You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah. Just get this settled fast, I'm tired." I complained.

Tig smiled widely at me as he and Ope dragged the broken man through my front door. I guided from behind them to my spare room. They hoisted the man onto the bed, making sure that he was situated and as comfortable as possible before backing out of the room. I glanced at the man lying there, he was completely out. I shook my head and shut the door behind me. I followed the boys back to my front door. They exited but stood around my front porch for a minute.

Tig gave me a one-armed hug, "You're the best doll."

I scoffed, "I can't believe I associate with y'all."

Jackson and Ope laughed. Tig let go and Jackson came forward, squeezing me into a hug.

"Seriously Lee, we owe you." Jackson said.

I nodded, "Yeah. I'll figure out what I need from y'all and then let you know."

The three of them turned to leave and I walked back inside.

Before they could venture too far off I called out, "Do I need to know anything special about my new guest?"

They all shook their heads but Ope answered, "He just needs some time to heal and recuperate. He's had a hard time making his way to Charming."

"Alright. I'll give one of you a call tomorrow. Let you know his progress… If there is any." I answered.

They all smiled and turned back to their bikes. I shut the door, locking it and dragging my feet back to my room. I stopped briefly at the spare room door, and cracked it open. The man was still fast asleep. I rubbed a hand down my face, it was too late for me to do anything. I shut the door and went back to my room. I flopped down on my bed, curling the covers around my legs and pulling the pillow snugly under my head. I drifted off to sleep with my other hand still on my gun, under the other pillow.

Tig and Jackson pulled up to TM, parking their bikes. Opie had turned off a ways back, to go home to his wife. It was late and anyone who was around was bound to be sound asleep. As they walked towards the dark clubhouse door, Tig struck up a conversation.

"You think it was a good idea to leave the Scot with Lee?" Tig asked.

Jackson sighed, "She's the only one with the capabilities to keep him safe."

Tig shrugged, "We could've given him a room at the clubhouse… I mean I feel bad about dropping him on Lee. She's not the nicest when it comes to us."

Jackson shook his head, "We don't know where his head is at. He needs to be under constant supervision. If we left him here, the crow eaters would never be able to care for him properly. Lee knows what this life is like, hell I think she's lived in it longer than most of us. She's the best option we have."

It was Tig's turn to sigh, "I just don't know about her. She's too volatile. She can be loving one minute but will kill you in the next."

Jax scoffed, "If you're that worried about the guy why don't you take him home?"

Tig gave Jax a condescending look.

"Alright, alright. I'll have the prospect go over in the morning. I'll have him take up post with Lee until the Scot is back up on his feet. I'm sure Lee will be cool with that." Jax rolled his eyes.

The two of them entered the clubhouse and Tig immediately found a few crow eaters to spend the remainder of his night with. Jax paused, thinking about Wendy but pushed on. He made his way to his and Ope's dorm room, collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep fully clothed.