Hello. Yes, I have began another story. I tried my best not to publish it, but I've been playing with it so here is the result. I decided to make it a Tig/OC fic, but I dunno, I might just make it a Tig/OC which then turns into Chibs/OC. I don't know yet. Either way, Enjoy!

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"Hey, Trager! Get over here and give me a 9/16" bit!" Alexa yelled at Tig, who was currently hitting on a client. Alexa groaned, stomping her way to the tool box. "Fucking men.." She murmured. Alexa continued working and ignored Tig's obnoxious, but oddly highly effective way of flirting. The woman was particularly humping his leg. It didn't help that he was 6 ft from their working area. Alexa stared in disgust for a moment. She almost felt bad for the broad.

Placing a oil drip pan underneath the car, she unscrewed the bottom and let the dirty oil drip out. While the can drained, Alexa stepped outside for a smoke break. Trying her best not to be near the flirting zone. She looked over and caught site of Tig, he gave her a small smirk and a wink. Alexa laughed and stuck out her tongue. "What a jerk.."

Alexa had been working at Teller-Morrow for a couple of weeks now. She never thought that she'd be in a place like this, but somehow they had saved her when they found her passed out by the train tracks. She didn't have any memory of the incident, but knew exactly what she had done to get herself there. Alexa had found it difficult to become sober right up until now, because she felt it was illogical for her to stop when her mother was still abusing drugs. It wasn't until they found her out on a train cart with her clothes ripped that she realized she needed help. Trager was the one that took her home and helped her through the detoxing period. It had taken her a week to get rid of all the toxins, and three days to get over the withdrawals. After a week or so of being sober, she decided it was time to move on. Tig argued, and begged for Clay to at least let her stay at the clubhouse. At first, Clay didn't want anything to do with her. Tig continued to beg until Clay had enough and finally granted permission for her to have a place to stay and a job. Alexa couldn't help but cry at that exact moment. No one had ever wanted her to stay, whatever she and Trager had, it was special, and it helped that her father was a mechanic way back when, she was thankful that he had brought her to work with him.

Although life was good, her biggest problem was dealing with horny men all the time, especially Tig. That man got on her nerves like no other person had ever before, and admittedly, she couldn't get enough of it.

"So you like it in the ass?" Chibs asked as he helped her finish off the oil change.

Alexa scoffed at Chibs, who then looked at her, smirking.

"Who the fuck said that?"

"Tig"

Alexa laughed. "Tig wishes he could have a taste of me, I can tell you right now that wish is never coming true.."

"Yeah, sure" the man said, not believing her.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

Alexa was about to burst, but Tig had come back to their working area.

"What are you guys talking about?" He asked, chewing his gum obnoxiously.

"Car's ready." Chibs said, he slammed the car hood and walked away.

"What the hell is his problem?" Alexa asked, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"I don't know." Tig continued chewing his gum, his hands holding on to his sides. "Go get the keys from Gemma, Alexa.

"Yes sir"

Alexa ran to the main office and looked around for Gemma. She wasn't there so she sat and waited for her to return. Moments later, the door opened and Gemma walked in. Gemma glared at the young girl.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Keys to the Focus please" Alexa did her best to ignore Gemma's hard tone. Tig had warned her about Gemma, and mentioned that she hated junkies. Alexa couldn't blame the woman;who was very protective of her boys, and assumed that any bitch that came, wanted something or other from the club. The truth is, Alexa was a junkie that got lucky. She was at the right place and the right time. Alexa had no idea what the club actually did, all she knew is that they were a Harley enthusiast club, and she liked it that way.

Gemma walked toward the wall with all the keys, grabbed the correct one, and roughly placed it on Alexa's palm.

"Thanks!"

Alexa threw the keys at Tig and waited for the next car. Juice was driving the mustang into their working spot. Juice got out of the car and handed Alexa the keys. He cleared his throat and looked at Alexa. Juice's eyes seemed to be blinking uncontrollably.

Alexa looked directly at him with a confused expression.

"Uhm.. Can I help you?" She asked tilting her head.

Juice let out a nervous laugh, and quickly rushed off to another location.

"Seriously you guys I'm not some fucking goddess. I'm just a fucking girl!" Alexa yelled out.

"Hey, girl. The mustang might have a flat, the client doesn't know which tire is causing the problem." Tig said, reading off the car's chart. Alexa lifted the car up in the air and started removing the tires one by one, checking if any had any material punctured in them.

Her shift was finally over and it was time to head to her room and take a nice cold shower. She removed the hair band from her dark brown hair. She ran her fingers through her hair making sure to get rid of any pesky tangles.

The cold water felt like pure ecstasy on her warm skin, and she didn't want it stop. Alexa was so mesmerized that she didn't hear him walk into her bathroom.

"Hi baby..." He said in a silky voice. Alexa smiled as she stared at him climb into the shower.

"I've been wanting to do this all day..." He grabbed her by the waist, and pushed her so close that she could feel his beard brush against her cheek. She giggled at the way it tickled.

"I didn't think you'd come.. It seemed that you were going to get lucky with that broad."

"She wasn't my type, you see, I like a woman who likes to get a little dirty, and knows her way around a car."

He grabbed the body soap and poured it on her breast, then grabbed the loofah and began to spread it all around her body until she was covered in foam.

Moments later, Alexa grabbed the shampoo, poured it onto the mans head and started washing his dark hair.

"Were you jealous of my flirting." he asked.

"As much as I enjoy your company, whatever you do is your business. I am not your old lady.." Even though Alexa often wondered how it would be like to actually be an old lady, she knew she couldn't handle all the things that happened behind the scenes. Alexa just wanted to work as a mechanic not get in anyone's way.
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It was a quiet night at the SAMCRO clubhouse. Alexa sat on her bed and studied the auto manuals that had been placed in Gemma's office. The club wasn't having a party tonight, so she basically had the entire clubhouse to herself. Alexa enjoyed nights like these, peaceful. It's not like she didn't like a good party, and when the time called, she could pretty much hang with the fellas. After she was finished reading boring manuals, she went out to see if the place needed some cleaning up, and of course it did.

Alexa had reorganized the liquor bottles at the bar, made sure all of the glasses were clean and put to place. As Alexa was taking the mop out of the supply closet, Clay came over and asked what she was doing.

"Just cleaning, it's the least I could so since you let me stay here.." As little as she thought Clay cared, it still made her happy that she was doing something positive and it kept her mind away from the negative.

"Just don't break anything.." He said sternly. Alexa nodded and began to mop the floor. As she drained the mop, her phone rang.

"Are you coming over tonight?" Tig asked.

"Depends if whether or not I'm done cleaning your stinkin' clubhouse."

A soft chuckle came from the other end, "Don't the prospects do that?"

"They do, but you men know how to dirty a place very quickly.."

The man laughed, "Are you coming over or what?"

"Fine..I'll be there in a few.."

As soon as they hung up the phone, Alexa finished mopping, put up all the supplies and went back to her room to change and pack a bag.

In the middle of changing her pajamas, which consisted of a large SAMCRO shirt and shorts, someone knocked on her door.

"Who can that be?"

Alexa quickly put on a black tank top and opened the door, it was Chibs.

"How are ya?" He asked. The man was clearly drunk. She held the door open as the man staggered in.

"What do you want Chibs?"

"Nothing, just wanted to see how my girl was doing."

"Your girl?"

Chibs stood a few inches away from Alexa. She was getting really uncomfortable and she didn't like to keep Tig waiting.

"I have to -"

Chibs aimed for her lips;Alexa tried her best to move away, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her. Alexa squirmed and tried to push him off, but it was no use.

"Please let me go!" She yelled through her teeth. Chibs stopped, moving away from her. Why was he doing this!? Alexa asked herself. She had never shown any interest in Chibs, and it wasn't because she didn't find him attractive, because she totally did, it was because Tig saved her life. Tig showed his support and helped her during a very dark period of her life, and it didn't hurt to say that the sex was fantastic.

Chibs staggered backwards and tried to find his balance by leaning against her dresser.

"I'm sorry Chibs, I've chosen Tig.." She said quietly.

"Fine, go with crazy ass Trager. You'll regret it soon.." He mumbled and then left the room.

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