Well, I'm actually excited for this one :)

I have a few other stories I am getting ready to post, like the story that goes to my other SOA one shot, Akeno. But that one is far more complicated than this, so it will take more time. Anyway! I hope you all enjoy, let me know if I keep up expectations.

Eighty-Six Charlie came over
He asked me for a favor
Asked me a question
Asked me to make an exception

- I'll Never Forget You, Birdy

The day they get out of Stockton, he goes for a ride.

A quick one, just before sunset, to survey and see just how much has changed.

The first thing he notes is cops, they're everywhere now, like a a small city would have.

First bad thing he sees.

The second bad thing is how many stores have been replaced, strangers in place of old friends and even family.

They're all closed by now, except for one near the end of a street, a pink building with big windows and a bike out front that made him dissapointed in his own work on his bike. It was a classical, with original parts and a matte finish; he was totally in love.

He pulled in across the street and cut off his bike, walking across the empty street to the windows, but not before nearly drooling all over the bike; there was a peacock feather attached to one of the handlebar grips.

He looked inside for the owner, fingers twitching above his knife on his hip when he noticed a symbol oddly gang-like on the engine cover.

No one inside the store, except for this girl.

Caramel skin drapped in a pink silk dress, flowers in the curls she had pinned on top of her head. She was arranging one of the many vases of flowers in the shop, a small smile on her face as she did so; when she came around the counter to place the vase in one of the displays, he noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes.

She locked the case and tucked away the key, catching his eyes as she turned around to go back to her counter.

She immediately smiled, waving quickly at him as she continued behind the counter and disappeared into the back.

Tig swallowed thickly, his fingers flexing at his sides, his brow furrowed deeply. He didn't know what he was doing, why he was hesitating, what he was hesitating to do. He wasn't going in there, but he didn't want do get back on his bike; he felt like he was waiting for something, but he didn't know what.

"You know, it gets pretty cold here at night. If you stand there too long, you may get a cold."

She was outside, locking up the store. She smiled over her shoulder to him, pulling her helmet from where it hung on her arm. She held it out to him, and he stared until she made the gesture for him to take it, which he did.

"Thank you, I'll just be a moment." She dug through the pouch on the back of the bike. "Are you new here too?"

'Say something you idiot.'

"Uh, no." Real fucking smooth, man. "What about you?"

"I asked you first." She gave him these smile that said she was teasing him; oh why did her nose have do scrunch up like that?

Tig hesitated, looking around the very empty, cold street. "I just got out of prison."

She pinned her hair back and proceeded to tie a scarf over her hair. "How long were you inside?"

"You never answered my question."

She paused, a smile slowly creeping over her lips ."My mother and I moved to town about three months ago. I wanted a place my flowers could breathe."

"So you pick this dump?"

She chuckled. "Momma picked this place, she has a friend that lives here. We're staying with them."

Tig nodded, still unsure about what he was doing here. "Who is It?"

"Don't worry about that." She strapped her helmet on and slung a leg over her bike. "I never got your name."

He stared at her for a long time, watching her become slightly nervous. "Tig Trager."

Her smile returned, big and broad and his lips twitched. "Persephone."

So whatcha think? I hope everyone enjoys this, I really love this story. Its my favorite one I've written. Chapter lengths may vary but nothing will be too small of a word count.