I love SoA so much! A lot of the characters suddenly become my muse and this fanfic happened.
Please give it a try and hope you guys like it. Any input from you will be awesome. Thanks in advance.

PS: my first language isn't English, pardon if you find a lot of grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer:
I do not own Sons of Anarchy by Kurt Sutter.
I do own my OC, Magz, and the story you don't recognize.

©Fasyarawr, 2016

Here she was standing in front of the gate of Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair with the only clothes she was wearing right now, her lousy backpack, and outworn boots. She totally looks like a homeless person. Well, she actually was. It took her three and a half days nonstop for her to finally arrive in Charming. Yesterday, she went straight to this place right after she dropped at the nearest bus station. She thought she would be brave enough to just go right inside, but nope. And now, she was back again to TM and she still wasn't sure about this. It has been a couple hours. She kept deciding whether or not should she go inside. Every time she took one step forward her own body pushed her back and she was hiding behind the wall.

She was acting like a friggin' stalker, she hasn't seen Jax or any other guys for the past two days. They probably were doing 'charity blood' run or any other 'charity'. Only God knows what. It was just about time until someone noticed her. She was exposed; she got no car to hide, unlike the man inside the car who parked across the street with his binocular watching straight to TM. Too focused on whatever he was doing for noticing her doing the same thing like him.

It was around four o'clock. The man inside the car finally left and she was about to leave when… "Do you need anything?" she turned around to see a blonde curls short hair guy with a prospect patch on his cut, standing in front of her. She lost of words. She wasn't ready for someone to approach her today.

"I… I'm just passing by," she tried to walk away but he blocked her way.

"I've seen you hanging around here since yesterday. Do you have any business here?"

"Uhm no. Like I said, I'm just passing by," this time she turned around but he moved forward making her stuck in between walls. "Back away!" she told him.

"Are you spying on us? You better not be a fed."

"Well, do I look like a fed to you?" she snapped.

He was eyeing her from head to toe, realizing her clothes. The prospect scoffed, "certainly not."

She pushed his chest, "well then we have no problem here. I have to go now!" But he was kind of persistent for not letting her go unless he got a satisfying answer, by kept her from running away. Typical prospect trying to prove himself for the club.

"Ok. Ok. I come here to see someone," she told him.

"Who? Gemma? Is it about Clay?"

"Not that your concern," she replied.

"Are you from another charter? Because I let you know, Gemma will not like it. She just hit my girl with a freaking skateboard a few days ago."

She got what he was talking about so she cut him off. "Listen, prospect. I do not come from another charter. I'm not a sweet butt or even a crow-eater. I'm definitely not here for Clay, and I don't care about what he was doing while he was on the run."

The prospect looked surprised about how much she knew about the club. She knew she shouldn't be too hard on him, but it was just her being defensive. "So… You're here for Jax?" the prospect asked.

"Jesus Christ! Do you have to be this nosey!?" He just shrugged. "Get lost!" she pushed him again, harder this time. She then ran off from the street to another block. She stayed there for, didn't know how long, but the sun started to settle down. She took a long breath and this time she made her decision. She went back to TM. She almost puked herself because of the nerve she felt. She was waiting across the street, just far enough so the prospect couldn't see her. Waiting some more time until she was sure that Gemma was still inside the office. She saw her car still parked inside, meaning she was still there. She kept up her pace and went straight to the office. Halfway there she saw the prospect was closing the garage door, ready to close the shop. He noticed her and rushing to stop her from meeting Gemma but it was too late she already knocked on her door.

"Shit!" he cursed and walking back and forth outside the office.

"Come in!" she heard her from the back of the door. She reached out for the doorknob but then she immediately stopped. Her hand was shaking and suddenly the prospect pulled her a few feet away. "No! Gemma will kill you!"

"She won't!" she assured him.

"You have no idea!" He shouted as low as possible while holding her hand. She snapped and unfortunately, her hand tossed some empty oil drums. It was clattering all over the place, making a loud noise.

Both of them were giving deadly stares, but he stood back when she glared at him too intensely. They stopped until they heard Gemma from the office. "Goddammit, the hell is going on!?" The door opened up and here she was standing outside looking incredibly shocked to see her. "You!" Gemma shouted in anger.

She gulped, "H-hi…"

She rushed to her and next time she knew her hand slapped her so hard, she even fell to the ground. The prospect cursed when he saw that. The other mechanics stop working what they were doing and staring at them. She slowly got up and brushed off the dirt from her plaid shirt.

She looked up and faced her, "nice to see you again, Mom." Her words stunned the prospect and he couldn't hide it, it was shown on his face. She stood still, doing nothing. She didn't know what to say to her Mother. Her eyes went straight to the ground. She already expected her to be like this. Mad at her, but she went silent and she didn't like that. She rather chose her to be on rage and beat her to death for not showing up for more than half a decade.

"Get out! I don't want to see your face! Leave now!" She suddenly screamed at her. This was the Mom that she used to know. "Get out now! Eddie get her out of my sight!" She shouted to the prospect before went back to her office. She walked back to her office but she stopped before entering the room. "Go back to work boys!" She shouted. "There's nothing to see in here!" and she slammed the door.

"Come" the prospect named Eddie tried to get her out from TM.

"I know my way out."

"A Morrow?" He asked.

"Teller!"

"Why didn't you tell me that you're a Teller?"

"Will it make any difference?" she raised her eyebrows and pointed at her cheek.

"Guess not." He shrugged and his face showed that he felt bad about her. "You need a lift? I can drop you off."

"Nope. I'm good." she ran as fast as she could to get out from TM.

The day passed and she was getting ready to leave this cheap ass motel. Checking her wallet, and she only has a few dollars left after she paid for the room. It wouldn't be enough to take her back to Philly, but at least she could get out of Charming. She packed her things, which not a lot, since the stuff in her backpack and clothes she was wearing was the only ones she has right now. But it was fine; she was ready to go. Leave Charming again.

But as her fingers reaching for the doorknob, it started twitching again and she couldn't breathe properly. Her legs felt like jelly and she slumped down. She curled herself on the floor, leaning her head against the wooden door. She gripped herself together, trying not to black out like last time her anxiety attacked. Thinking about her life in the past two years. She didn't know if she could make it out alive. She was hopeless and Charming was the first thing she remembered, despite all the shitty memories that came from it. She suddenly missed her Mom. They had a huge fight before she left town. She thought she could forget about her and leave on her own. But after that one thing that happened to her two years ago… She knew she does need her family. She definitely misses Jax so damn much. Well, who's on Earth will not miss her charming older brother. So she decided to go back to Charming. But her Mom… She thought she'd forgive her.

"Magz!" Her thoughts back to reality when somebody was knocking on her motel door. "Maggie open up! I know you're in there." She got up on her feet and move slowly to the window since there was no peeping hole. She slightly opened the curtain just so she could see the person; even she already recognized the voice.

She saw Jax standing outside her room. His hair grew long enough to touch his shoulder. Last time she saw him, he had buzz-cut hair. She remembered he kept saying that he wanted long hair like their old man and would grow his beard so he could fit in with the rest of the guys from the MC.

"Magz! Open up or I'll break the door!"

She quickly unlocked the door and opened it up. Jax gave a soothed smile like he always does. "You got to pay for your own cause, 'cause I won't spend a dime for any broken door, Jax." He grimaced hearing her comment.

"Are you gonna let me in?" He asked and she opened the door wider. Jax walked inside then she closed the door behind.

She stood still, not moved an inch from the spot she stands, "how did you know I'm here?"

"Half-Sack tailed you yesterday. Telling me that my sister came by."

"Half-Sack?"

"The prospect."

"Shit, that bastard," she cursed lowly.

"Still the same potty-mouth girl." He said. "But you look, um... different. With all that hair you have now," he gestured to her now black hair that she dyed over again and again. Her old man always said that he loves her golden locks. Every time she saw herself in the mirror, his face pop in her head and she hates it. She hates that he always came to her mind. She dyed her hair as black as possible. Just trying to run away from her identity.

"Just trying to make it harder if someone from the MC trying to look for me," she lied.

"Heard you talked to Mom yesterday," he pointed to her red cheek with Gemma's palm imprinted on it.

She rubbed it up, trying to hide it from him. "More like a one-sided fistfight," she scoffed and sat on the edge of the bed. Staring down the floor, avoiding any eye contact with her older brother.

"Looks like you're leaving," Jax looked around the room, noticing she already packed her belongings. "Again." His tone changed and she looked up to see him. He looked a little pissed yet not saying anything to her face.

"Going back here is a mistake," she sighed. "She wanted me gone. Should've drowned me when I was a baby girl, that's what she always said when she's pissed at me. Bet she was happy when she could get rid of me six years ago."

"Not true," Jax bent down. "You should talk to her again," he squatted in front of her so he could see her face. "She cares about you."

"Not mutual. Not a chance Jax!"

"Come on. I finally see you again and then you just want to take off? That's not fair," he said and she just glanced at him. "Why don't you stay here a little longer and think about it?" He grabbed her hands trying to convince her with his half-smile that always succeed to calm her down. "Give me your phone!" He stood up. "I'll give you my number, just call me when you decide what you really want to do."

She stared at him, "I got no phone, Jax."

"What?" He raised his eyebrows before reaching to his pocket, "here, use this. That's my spare cell. I don't really use that. It has my number in it. Just give me a call, ok darlin'?" She wasn't deciding to stay but Jax already grabbed her hand and handed her his phone. "Stay!"

"I... I don't know Jax. I only have a few dollars left. I can't afford to pay for another night."

Jax squinted his eyes and squatted back. "What's going on with you? We heard you're doing all right in Philly." She replied nothing. "Are you in trouble?"

She held her breath, "no!" Answering him too quick and aggressive. "I'm fine." She looked away and Jax was walking back and forth in front of her.

"Ok pack your things. You're staying with me."

"What!? No! Just let me get out from Charming, Jax. I won't bother you again."

"No! You stay here. You're not going anywhere!"

"Jax I'm not going with you!" She screamed.

"Not an option!" He shouted. "You're coming with me." He looked straight into his little sister's eyes.

"I… I don't know…" Her body was shaking and she started to curl up on the floor again.

"Hey... Hey..." He cupped her cheeks and made her look up to see him. "Are you on the lam?" His eyebrows furrowed and she slowly shook her head. "Whatever problem you have. We'll fix it. I'm here. I'll be here for you, ok?"

"Ok..." she hugged him tightly. "I love you, Jackson."

"Love you too sis."