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Rated M for mature content, language, and possible smut. It's a SOA/DC fic...bikers and sailors aren't polite.

The young woman down shifted the U-haul truck and slowed as she passed the sign welcoming her to her new home for the next two years:

Welcome to Charming

Population 14,500

"Welcome to Mayberry," she announced to herself. Fresh out of medical school she was about to start her residency. She was extremely disappointed not to receive her first choice for postings, her hometown of Homer, Alaska. Small town California was the lesser of the evils in the options she had left. Her biggest complaint so far was the heat; she reached over to the dash and nudged the air conditioning up a few more notches. Following the directions she had printed off in Indiana she easily found the street leading to the small subdivision she was renting a house in. The doctor she would be working for had recommended the neighborhood until she was able to get the feel for the town and could find a place on her own. He had also assured her that he had some manpower ready to help her unload her belongings, she was supposed to call him as soon as she was ready to start.

Ever observant, she immediately noticed the man sitting next door on his front stoop smoking a cigarette, his long dirty blond hair just touching his shoulders. She climbed out of the cab and decided to check out the house so she could get some idea of where things should go. She also wanted to make sure the a/c was cranking, the temperature outside was even hotter. She walked up the drive and gave a friendly wave. He tipped his head in reply; a boyish grin spreading across his face then rubbed out the lit tip of his butt out and went back inside his house. She made a quick run through of the house then dialed her new boss' home number. Assured that help was on the way she went back outside to unhitch the car she was pulling behind the moving truck. Parking it on the street she saw her neighbor head over to her yard.

He was still smiling as he approached hand outstretched, "You must be the new doc Doc Fullerton hired."

She shook his hand firmly," That's right, Amy Hillstrand, and you are?" She took in his baggy jeans, white wife beater, and numerous tattoos. She mentally rolled her eyes at the smirking glint to his eyes. He was hot and he knew it. Nothing worse than a player who knows he's got game.

"Jax Teller. Doc asked me and a bunch of the guys to help you get your stuff unloaded. They're on their way, but I'll go ahead and get you started. Toss me your keys darlin'."

She was young but she wasn't born yesterday, "Yeah, I don't think so…." Amy was about to continue but was interrupted when the strangest police vehicle she had ever seen parked behind her car. She eyeballed the old beat up SUV with the top cut off of and a roll bar in place of the roof. She flicked her gaze to her neighbor, "Is that for real?"

Jax chuckled, "Meet our local Deputy Chief David Hale."

The officer walked up the driveway, "Just left Floyd's and heard that the new doc arrived. Hello, I'm Deputy Chief Hale." He eyed Jax scornfully, "Already welcoming the newcomer's Teller?"

Jax didn't rise to the bait, "Just being neighborly. Gotta put the charm in Charming."

Amy watched the exchange with curiosity. The two men obviously didn't like each other and she wondered why. Was there something about her neighbor she should know about or was the deputy just grasping to the common prejudices about people with tattoos and long hair?

The deputy was about to respond when the rumble of a motorcycle disrupted the quiet of the neighborhood. Actually judging by the nearly inaudible reverberations she could feel through her body, it sounded like several bikes. She turned just in time to see the mass of Harley's round the corner. "SAMCRO Moving Company?" asked Hale with obvious sarcasm.

Jax cocked his head and cracked a smile, "Has a nice ring to it, don't it?"

The bikers parked and stood behind Jax, "Everything all right here brother?" asked the tall thin man with a beard and a beanie. He eyed the situation with a calculating eye.

"Yeah Ope, s'alright. Just came over to give the new doc a hand and Davy here showed up." Jax' gaze locked with Hales.

Amy had been watching the scene with interest and was starting to worry that there was going to be trouble and if the doctor, who recommended the neighborhood, was high on something. "Hey fellas? Are we about to witness a shootout at the O.K. Corral?"

The two adversaries looked away from each other. "Nah, darlin' we don't let shit like that happen in our town," answered Jax. "Odd wording," thought Amy to herself. The deputy left and the rest of the bikers were quickly introduced. She noticed how the rest of the men seemed to defer to her neighbor, which struck her as strange given that he was younger than many of the men.

In no time the guys had her truck unloaded and the heavy furniture in place. Doctor Fullerton had dropped by as well and offered to follow Amy to the U-Haul drop off site in Lodi. During the ride back to Charming he took the opportunity to lay out what he expected of her as an intern. He also gave her some insight into the local motorcycle club. The more she listened the angrier she became, "So basically the club is paying most of my salary for you and I get to be their bitch for the next two years?"

Dr. Fullerton tried to smooth things over. It was hard to explain to outsiders how things worked in Charming. "You aren't going to be asked to write scripts, if that's what your worried about…"

"Good, because I won't!" she spat vehemently.

"What you will be doing is what you do everyday. The club members come into various injuries. Frankly I'm getting too old to be woken up at three in the morning to go patch up drunks."

"And what happens if I can't fix whatever is wrong?"

"You say so. But they don't take no for an answer very often. Everything is off the books of course." Amy sat in the passenger seat lost in thought. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she would be caught up in something like this. They arrived at her house and she said goodbye to the doctor. Her neighbor was back on his porch, cocking grin still on his face. She glared at him as she marched up her drive then slammed the door behind her. Amy needed more information about this motorcycle club so she turned to the one person who she thought could offer some trustworthy insight into the nightmare she found herself in.

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