Title: Something to Believe In
Summary: The president of the Tacoma charter asks a favor of the Redwood boys. Clay accepts, no questions asked. Will he regret it accepting it so soon after everything that's happened?
Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. That belongs to Kurt Sutter and the other brilliant minds involved. I also do not own any song lyrics that may be used at some point.
A/N: I'm starting a new story because…..well….I want to. Any questions? Reviews of any kind are greatly appreciated, so long as they are not like 'OMG! THIS STORIII SUXX!'. For the love of all things holy and sweet, let's use proper grammar here, shall we?
A/N: Short first chapter.

"I feel bad asking you Clay, but my brothers are the only ones I can trust with this."
"Hey, don't you regret shit. You should bring things like this to us – don't worry about it. We'll take care of your girl, V."

Clay responded to the other man sitting at the table. Vegas had made the trip down from Tacoma, letting the Redwood president know how serious the issue was. Very rarely did a charter president make the trip otherwise.

"Memphis is our daughter as much as she is yours. We take care of our family."
"Yeah, I know. I appreciate this."
"She still a little spitfire?"

He asks, motioning out the window, towards the young woman who's safety he was being entrusted with. He hadn't seen Memphis since she and Jax were eight or nine years old. Unlike Jax, she had pursued college after high school, having the encouragement of the boys from Tacoma. She had always been smart, and her father had hoped she would do more with her life than end up tangled up with the MC. Vegas should've known that HIS daughter of all people, would want to surround herself with the very people that most would run away from.

"She can be when you push her too far, but besides that, nah. She's a good kid. Shit, she's almost 30, not really a kid anymore."
"I feel ya. It's a scary thought, man."

Memphis was sitting in the main room, trying to beat Tig at a game of pool. Koz and Happy had each bet a hundred on her to win, while Bobby and Juice had put a hundred on Tig.

"Home field advantage, darlin'. You just gotta put the ball in the pocket."
"Call me darlin' one more time, Tiggy, and you won't have anymore balls to put in anyone's pockets."

She replied, with a sly grin on her face, sending those watching them into a fit of laughter.

"Damn, girl's got a sharp tongue. You put him in his place!"
"We warned you, man. Memphis can be a handful when she wants to be."

Memphis looked up at the group, a look of fake shock on her face.

"Me? A handful? No! You must have me confused with Kozik again."
"Hey! I'm not a handful!"

Within a few seconds, Memphis had managed to get Koz to the ground, arms pinned behind his back. Happy just shook his head, while the rest of the boys cheered her on. She had heard rumors that Kozik wasn't exactly the most liked person in Charming, but didn't know why.

"I don't know, Koz. My hands are kind of full right now."
"Dude, just say uncle. She'll let you go."
"Never! I'm not caving to a girl!"

The two playfully wrestled around on the floor for a minute, until they bumped against someone's sneakers.

"What's up, Memphis?"
"Hey Jax."