I Only own all original characters the rest came from the amazing imagination of Kurt Sutter.

This story starts around the end of season one and I'm not going fact for fact along with the show I'm giving it a little spin, so here it goes.


Lightning lit the sky as the thunder roared and the rain made a musical sound on the windows. Turing over in the bed and reaching for the IPhone on the bedside table to check the time again for what felt like the one hundredth time Amelia realized it was only 2:30am meaning she had only been awake for an hour although it felt much longer than that. Amelia got up from the bed realizing sleep wasn't going to come to her anytime soon if at all. She could try and keep lying to herself but deep down she knew her restlessness was coming from the move she was about to make.

Amelia had made a great life for herself in Connecticut since graduating from the University of Hartford. With a major in psychology and a minor in education and art Amelia was a well-rounded person anyone who knew her would talk about how she was the sweetest person they knew and how she would help any and every one. But her beauty on the inside matched the outside she had beautiful dark blonde hair although it was currently dyed a light gingery color, eyes the color of storm clouds on a summer day gray with a hint of blue if you looked close enough, natural pink lips and long lashes. Makeup wasn't something she needed all her beauty came naturally even with her 5'8 frame and curves from giving birth twice she was gorgeous.

Amelia was perfect and had the perfect life to go along with it. Her husband Patrick was a lawyer he had went to Yale but they meet through mutual friends and together they had two amazing children their four year old daughter Maddison and their son Wyatt who was twelve unless you knew the family personally you would never know Wyatt was adopted he looked so much like Amelia they were the perfect American family. But yet in less than 72 hours all of that was about to change. When on the outside looking in people only saw one side of things and not the whole picture which Amelia's perfect picture was about to crack in half. Her husband Patrick had come to her a few months earlier finally admitting to her what he had been up to lately, while she thought he may have been having an affair she was wrong. He had actually gotten himself involved in some shady business and thought that the Feds were on to him. So using some connections she had, she proved Patrick's theory to be right so doing something she hadn't done in a long time she fixed the problem the best she could because that's what she did Amelia fixed things. After that everything seemed to go by in fast forward speed, Amelia and Patrick agreed to get a divorce so that way when his funds started to be switched around in accounts in would look like he was either paying for spousal support or child support but in reality what was happening was much bigger than that. Pulling some strings and calling in some favors from people she hadn't talked to since she began her new life years ago Amelia had the perfect plan in motion. In 72 hours Patrick would be on a plane on his way to Ireland with a new identity where the U.S. feds couldn't find him and the millions he had stored away in accounts some of it legal some of it not, would disappear at least that's what the feds would think really it would be moved into some off shore accounts in a new name, and Amelia had her funds taken care of luckily she had accounts that she had created a long time ago to protect her funds in case of an emergency and some cash she had hidden away that added up to about a couple hundred thousand.

To someone who didn't know the whole story it would seem like Amelia and Patrick were really criminals pretending to be the perfect American family but they both had fought hard to get where they were and weren't going to go down without a fight. Patrick even though he had gone to Yale wasn't some privileged white kid. His mother and father were both in prison since he was twelve he had lived off and on in foster homes till he was eighteen and then by some luck he had managed to still pass school with a high GPA and with that along with a sad essay of his upbringing he was accepted into the privileged Ivy league school. But he still had to fight for the respect and the opportunities his classmates had since he was just a kid from the streets, which is why him and Amelia got along so well since they had similar backgrounds. Amelia was born into a family no one would choose willingly. It did have its good moments but more than none she was just a girl and in her world woman weren't meant to be seen or heard. The only men that had given her any respect were her father, brother and a close friend but when her father died everything changed and so did she which was why she had to get away and become something better than what her childhood home had to offer but now she was going to have to return. Amelia Faith Montgomery was going home or more like Faith Amelia Teller was coming home.