My muse gets distracted, sorry. I have to exercise this story so that I can continue with the others.

A Melody Never Sounded So Good.

Chapter 1

Jenna Teller is Melody Sanderson or is Melody Sanderson Jenna Teller?

Geneva and Robert Sanderson were loving parents, three boys and two girls, these two lives were cut short in an airplane crash in Vale, Colorado six months ago. They will be sadly missed by their friends and family, including their sons, George, Jack, and Jake and their two lovely daughters Lydia and Melody.

Salem, Massachusetts

Melody was finishing going through the family attic, after her parents death the youngest of the Sanderson clan was given the task with their housekeeper Ms Baxton. Some stuff was sentimental like George's crib or Lydia's old tea set while some other stuff was just plain garbage.

"I think we made good progress Ms. Baxton." Melody the youngest had been up in the attic since the early morning cleaning up the attic and now it was almost supper.

Ms. Baxton would usually agree but when she spotted the old trunk in the corner they were just starting to uncover she wanted the burden she had been carrying for 25 years off of her shoulders. It was time that this Sanderson family member be told the truth for once in her life.

"Oh, I've not seen this since you were born, Miss. Melody." Ms Baxton took it upon herself to open the trunk even though it stuck a bit.

Melody made her way over to Ms Baxton. The trunk was hidden, under some old rugs. She kneeled next to Ms Baxton as she was prying it open. On the top layer was some old baby blankets, a couple of onsies, and an old nasty binky. Under that is what caught Melody Sanderson's attention, a hospital form from Charming, California, that read Baby Teller Girl, Born January 3, 1984, 5lbs 9oz, 19 inches long, blue eyes, brown hair. Parents: John and Gemma Teller, Twin Thomas Teller.

"What is this doing here?" Melody asked not necessarily to Ms Baxton.

There was more, another baby onsies, it was pink and had a reaper on it with lettering that said, 'Son's of Anarchy'. "Ms Baxton what is this? Why do my parents have another baby's things in their attic?"

Ms Baxton looked at Melody for a while, before choosing her words. The elderly woman who had been with the Sanderson family for almost 40 years had seen a lot in her years but never had she been appalled at what the family had done except when they brought Melody home, just looking at the baby she knew that that the baby wasn't a blood Sanderson. Ms Sanderson had experienced a miscarriage late in her pregnancy, grieving from the loss and not wanting to explain and be embarrassed, Mr and Mrs Sanderson made a business trip to California to see a Jacob Hale.

"The night they brought you home, I knew that you weren't theirs. Your momma lost her baby, but they went to California and got themselves a baby, you were it and this was what you were wrapped up in." Ms Baxton pulled out a pink blanket with the monogram JMT. "I know you know, maybe not that they took you but that they aren't your parents, not real ones at least. I saw the looks on your face every time you knew something wasn't right. You have a raw spirit in you that did not come from them."

It started to make to sense, like when she was sixteen and got in that bad car accident with her friend Georgina. Melody had lost a lot of blood and she needed a transfusion but when her brothers and sister didn't have her type, basic biology would have the siblings have the same type.

"So what do I do? Do I just show up at this John and Gemma Teller's door and say oh by the way I am your long lost daughter?" Melody thought that this was not going to work. She had always felt like the thing did not belong.

"It is up to you, dear. No one is holding you back." Ms Baxton declared.

Melody made a decision, she was going to find out who this John and Gemma Teller were and see if they were still looking for her. There was no doubt in her mind that she was Jenna Teller; too many pieces fit the puzzle. The thing she would is Bing them, the police report or at least a newspaper article should come up and hopefully she could confirm information.

"Where are you going?" Ms Baxton asked as Melody made toward the door with the baby stuff in her hands...

"I am going to my room, and doing research." She ran down the stairs to her room on the second floor. Once inside she started to type furiously, searching for an explanations and answers. Melody knew the only ones that knew everything were buried in the cemetery fifteen miles from her home. After a few googles Melody came across and story dated only two weeks after her birth about a kidnapped baby, the girl, named Jenna Margaret Teller was taken from the hospital in the early morning hours. There had been no leads, no suspects, and the hospital had no idea how she was snuck out of the hospital.

At the end of the article was a number a Chief Wayne Unser for any leads, Melody copied the number down and picked up the phone and called. It rang a couple of times but eventually someone picked up.

"Charming PD how can I help you." A male voice answered with some annoyance.

"Yes, I was wondering if a Chief Unser still worked here." Melody asked knowing that this Unser man could have retired already.

"Yeah, he is still chief."

"Can I speak with him please; I have some information about a kidnapping." Melody was trying to confident, like some part of her wasn't shaking.

"Just hold on a second." The man had put her on hold.

After just few moments the call was picked up, "Chief Unser."

"Hi, I am Melody Sanderson and I found some information on Jenna Teller the girl who was kidnapped from St Thomas 25 year ago. I found some baby stuff in the attic and Jenna and I share the same birth date and well, I think I am her." Melody rushed to get it all out so he wouldn't cut her off.

"Um, what did you find?" Chief Unser asked.

Melody went on to describe what she had found in her attic and even put Ms. Baxton on the phone at one point. She begged the Chief not to arrest Ms. Baxton, she had done everything for the family and she told him that she had more than enough money to buy the town if he arrested her.

Unser POV

I was shocked, admittedly I always thought that Jenna Teller was kidnapped by the Mayans and raised somewhere in their folds. Not a rich girl from Massachusetts whose parents who were business partners with Jacob Hale. He had to be careful how he went about this, Jax just had a premature baby and Gemma was trying to stave off Tara Knowles. He would almost rather not come at them with this but the girl was convincing and if he hadn't known any better he would say that it was Gemma on the line not Melody Sanderson.

"Hale, I am going to Teller-Morrow I'll be back." I informed Hale as I walked out to the squad car.

On the way there I rehearsed some of what I was going to say to Gemma and Jax. Thought about all those years ago, the tears Gemma tried to hide and the anger John felt, and even Jax with his questions as to why he couldn't be big brother to a little sister. Pulling up to Teller-Morrow I saw Jax working on a car, his head popped up and he nodded.

"Hey Jax, I need a word with you and Gemma."

"Sure chief, let me wash my hands, I'll meet you in the office."

I opened the door to the office and Gemma looked up at me through her glasses. "I take it by the look on your face that this isn't a social call." She seemed almost uninterested, if I didn't know any better.

"Hey chief, what you need?" Jax asked.

"Shut the door, I don't want anyone hearing this." I asked and Jax gave me a weird look.

"Okay Wayne spit it out. What has you with this I just saw a ghost look on your face." Gemma scrawled out.

"It's because I have, Jenna Teller. Baring a DNA test saying otherwise, Jenna has been living in Salem, Massachusetts her whole life."

Silence followed, Jax was the first to speak. "How did you find out?"

"She called me after she was cleaning out her dead parents attic, apparently Robert and Geneva Sanderson were killed in a plane crash six months ago in Vale, Colorado. Melody, that's what they named her was cleaning out the winter house's attic and found the onsie and several baby items in a trunk in the back of the attic. The family maid than relayed to her the story about the Sanderson's business trip that they took here to see Jacob Hale at the time Jenna was born. It isn't known exactly how the Sanderson's got Jenna out of the hospital, the maid knew that Mrs. Sanderson had miscarried a few weeks before." He looked at Gemma who was shaking slightly.

I pulled out a picture that Melody had sent him via email, Hale had helped me print out.

"I got a picture of her, she sent pictures of the onsies and everything else that was in the trunk." I pulled the picture out of my shirt pocket and handed it to Gemma.

Gemma took the picture and Jax came around to the other side to look at it as well. In my opinion, Melody Sanderson could not be denied the title of John and Gemma Teller's daughter. She was the perfect combination of both, honey colored hair, blue eyes, and the smirk on her face that had been seen many times on her mother's face.

"I'll leave you two alone." I said as I went to leave to give Gemma not only privacy but the dignity so that I would not see her mad.

JAX POV

After a few moments of comforting his mother, Jax decided going to the club about this was the best thing. Figuring out who took his little sister and exacting revenge on them was something that had to be done, no one did this to SAMCRO and got to live.

He got his cell phone out and dialed Unser's number, it let ring through, "Hey, can arrange for this Sanderson girl to come to Charming? Make it all official and shit, the club will want to talk to her. I don't want to put mom through this if this girl is blowing smoke up our asses." I finished telling him.

"Sure thing." Unser answered.

I hung up and I went to approach Clay about calling church. "What did the old chief want?" Clay asked.

"Jenna Teller is coming home. Call the boys, we need to sort this out."