So I've been rewatching season one and two on Netflix and I've become really inspired to write a story. I did write and post one before, but it got exceedingly complicated. This is a completely different story that what I originally wrote. Disclaimer: I do not own any SOA/FX material, characters, or themes. OC's are mine. P.S.-I don't really like the idea of Tig's daughter's Dawn and Fawn. Just adds more complication :P Well...enjoy! :D


Chapter one

Expensive red wine glugged from its bottle into a rosy pink glass. A black nail polished hand took the glass from the kitchen counter, and returned to the living room where several photo albums were on the coffee table. The hand raised the glass to a pair of rosy lips and then set the glass on a spot of the table that was clear.

The hand that held the glass flipped open a photo album. The rosy lips formed a smile at the first picture. Brielle Clark remembered when her father had still been alive and when her parents had still been happy together. Raymond and Mary Clark had been high school sweethearts and Charming residents since birth. Brielle always remembered somewhat civil times with her parents, up until her little sister died.

She flipped the page, unwilling to dwell on the negative feelings and memories. Pictures of her family, assorted members of her father's and mother's sides and pets followed, widening the smile on her face. Some even got Brielle to laugh quietly out loud. But she never laughed too loud; no need to wake up the beast.

Brielle's smile turned to a surprised half frown as she came across her favorite picture. It really had been a while since she had looked at these albums her mother left her. Brielle guessed she was about 16 or 17; that was the last time she could recall being blonde. She couldn't remember how old he was, but he did look good in that Marine uniform. Brielle remembered giggling at his unruly curly hair. It sometimes stuck out from under his hat. Smiles were plastered on both of their faces as they looked in the camera. A frown formed on Brielle's face; such happy expressions on such a sad day. The anniversary of her father's death.

A pit formed in Brielle's stomach. Taking a large gulp of her wine, she looked around the large, expensive house her boyfriend had convinced her to move into a year ago. Her hazel eyes fell on the equally expensive diamond ring on her left ring finger. Yes, engaged. After two years of dating. It was the right time, things were going right. But something in her stomach told her nothing was right. She wasn't where she was supposed to be. Especially after what had happened three weeks ago.

She looked around more. Persian rug, granite fireplace, bay windows, modern furniture. All of it was ridiculous and gawdy. The Persian rug had cost Jeremy $54,292 dollars alone. Which was why she was leaving him; all he really cared for were materialistics. Brielle stood, draining the last of her wine, returning to the kitchen to wash the glass and repack it. She went back to the living room and packed the albums into a box, taped it shut, then put the last of the glassware her mother had given her on top of the photos. Her stomach did almost three flips when the front door opened. Relief swept over her when she saw her brother.

"C'mon Brie. It's almost four. You know Jeremy wakes at five for his routine or whatever. Is this the last of the boxes?" Zane asked, pointing at the cardboard boxes.

"Yeah, it is. Be careful with the top one; it's my wine glasses." She clasped a hand to her forehead and the other to her hip.

"Which you obviously use too much." He teased.

"I'll be right out," Brielle laughed silently and her brother heaved the boxes, exiting the house. "Just one last thing."

The tenth grade teacher went to Jeremy's desk to write her explaination. She wasn't sure what to write on. Brielle felt dumb; she had planned every last step of this move, including securing a job in Charming. But she had overlooked the note and what she would do about it. Finally she decided on regular notebook paper, tearing a page out of one Jeremy's journals. She plucked up his favorite fountain pen, circa 1927, and uncapped it. A cruel smile formed on her face as she wrote, ruining the nib forever.

She taped it somewhere he would find it and left. As she ventured to her ink black 1971 Corvette Stingray, she pulled the diamond ring from her left ring finger and put in on her right one. Behind her classic car, Zane's F-150 Super Duty roared to life. Once Brielle started her car, they pulled away from the curbside, leaving the snobby LA neighborhood. It felt good leaving this and going home in her father's car with her brother taking the U-Haul on his truck.


Delighted shouts and squeals from her brother's children filled Brielle's ears as she stepped into the house. She fell to her knees, going to eye level with the children. The three children attacked her with excited hugs, toppling the four of them to the ground. Zane side-stepped past the tangle of his children and sister to greet his wife.

"Aunt Brielle, you have to watch me to a backflip on the trampoline!" The oldest, an eleven year old named Tyler, jumped up from the floor and ran to the sliding glass door and waited for his aunt.

"No! Aunt Brielle, play Grand Theft Auto with me." Tyler's younger ten year old brother, Henry, ran to the large tv in the living room and held up a controller for a PlayStation.

"Momma promised Aunt Brielle was gonna color with me." Zane's youngest child, six year old Elizabeth, gripped her aunt's leg tightly as the woman walked to the kitchen.

"In due time guys. Let your aunt get settled." Zane's wife told her children. The three obeyed and returned to their respective activities. Kelli turned to her sister in law and gave her a hug. "Welcome back."

"Oh, it's good to be back." Brielle sat on a stool at the island in the kitchen. Her brother handed a full, and hot coffee cup to her. Brielle took the mug along with a long sip of the brew.

"Why'd you leave Los Angeles?" Kelli asked, drinking her own coffe.

"Things were getting too complicated." Brielle avoided bother her brother and sister in law's eyesight. Zane knew the reason why she had left, and she just couldn't look at him. "Too expensive."

"So are you going to work at the high school?"

"Nah," Brielle shook her head. "Got a job at the middle school. Eighth grade history and after school choir."

"Oh, choir? Didn't know you sang." Kelli noted, a wide smile on her face. Zane chuckled at his wife and Brielle simply nodded. "Well, Ty's going into sixth grade, maybe we can set up a carpool or something."

A few moments of silence passed. Brielle played with the keys to her Corvette, Zane refilled his cup of coffee and Kelli texted. Henry shouted at the game console from the living room and Elizabeth talked to her teddy bear. From the backyard, they could hear the trampoline spings creaking as Tyler bounced on the canvas and their large German Shepard barking at a squirrel. Brielle's stomach sank as she remembered the Shepard she had to put to sleep years ago. She loved that dog with every beat of her heart.

"Brielle," Kelli spoke after Zane left the kitchen, reportedly for the bathroom. "How's the love life?"

"Lacking. It's why I left LA."

"Oh." Kelli bit her lip a bit, choosing her nexgt words carefully. "Are you going to see him?"

By "him," Brielle knew who Kelli ment. She hadn't really thought about it, or him, in a while. But now that she did, she didn't think it'd be a half bad idea. Perhaps she'd send him a text. Maybe after Zane and her took the U-Haul to her house and got the new car she wanted. She shrugged.

"Maybe," Brielle stood from the chair and turned to face her brother.

"Ready to go?" He asked and she nodded. After saying goodbyes, they left the house and headed for their respective cars.


Tig Trager, Sergeant at Arms for the Sons of Anarchy, flew down the street on his bike. He saw the glances the towns people of Charming gave him when he stopped at a light. They made him feel powerful; untouchable. The road he rode on was curvy and fun to ride at death defying speeds. A slight smile grew on his face as he remembered getting a light scolding from an old girlfriend. He pulled back on the accelerator, rocketting forward on a straight-away.

He slowed the bike as he neared a house that had been his home at one time. The "for sale" sign that had been in the yard recently had been removed. A frown formed on his face as he saw the brand new F-150 in the driveway, and a U-Haul behind it. Tig shut off his bike after he pulled next to the curb and put the kickstand down. He got off the bike and hopped onto the curb. He took notice of the Mitsubishi Outlander he parked his bike infront of. Tig crossed the yard, not giving a shit if the new owners got pissed about him walking on the grass.

The front door was open and Tupac's California Love was playing on the stereo. Tig grimaced at the thought of gangbangers moving into the house of one of the bravest men he knew.

"Hello?" He called, trying to shout over the stereo. Nothing except the words of Tupac answered him. He called the greeting out again, this time knocking on the door. Still no one answered. Taking a leap of good faith, Tig crossed the threshold, hoping to God whoever now owned the house wasn't jumpy with a gun. He saw two people sitting at the bar Raymond had put in, one man and one woman. Confusion clouded his mind when he noticed their skin color. And who they were.

Brielle and Zane Clark turned in the swivel chairs when they heard the faint sound of Tig's boots on the tile. A crooked smiled turned on Zane's face as he got out of the chair and paused the music. Quietness settled on the three of them and Zane made his way to give Tig an almost strangling hug.

"Hey, Tig. What're you doing in this neck of the woods?" Zane partially laughed, clapping Tig on the back.

"Nothing much really. Just on a ride." Tig replied, looking around at the interior of the house. It was just as he remembered. He wondered if Zane and his sister were clearing their father's memorabilia for the new owners. "Besides, this is on the way to the club."

"Do you want a drink? Brie and I were just taking inventory of the whiskey and scotch." Zane pointed towards the bar with his thumb.

"Yeah, I'll have a scotch."

"Brie, do you think you can-"

"No," She snapped, looking into Tig's blue eyes with her smoldering hazel. "You two have hands." Brielle picked the pack of smokes that was sitting out of the bar and exited the house through the sliding glass door, her tall expensive heels clicked on the floor. The door shut without any sign of her aggrivation. A sharp breath left her brother, and he shook his head, heading back to the bar.

"Sorry, Tig," Zane retrieved a scotch glass and a bottle of Aberlour. "I don't know what's up with her. You still drink it on the rocks?"

"Yeah, yeah." Tig nodded, looking down at the cherrywood bar. "And don't worry about Brielle; I'll talk to her." He picked up the glass of the sherry-cask liquor and took a short sip. "What's going on with your old man's place?"

"Brielle's moving in, bought it from the bank. Kelli and I couldn't afford the payments for two houses and we sold it back last year. Brie just couldn't let it go." The oldest Clark shrugged. Tig furrowed his brows.

"What, she get tired of the LA lifestyle?" He glanced at the glass door. Zane hemmed and hawed, tossing his head side to side.

"That, and the man she shacked up with hit her."

"Shhiitt." The biker hissed under his breath, Zane nodded.

"Yeah, man. Gave her a nice black eye. She couldn't go to work for two weeks. You know how hard it is for teachers to get subs for even just a day." Tig nodded.

"How long ago was this?" Tig narrowed his eyes. A wide grin grew on Zane's face.

"Her black eye healed up a week ago." The biker caught on and a hearty laugh left his throat.

"Three weeks ago, huh? Damn strong girl."

"That or stubborn."

Brielle sat in a comfortable lawn chair, taking a long drag of her third cigarette. She couldn't believe it; he had seriously shown up! What nerve, what balls he had walking into someone's home. He didn't even know if Zane and herself were in the house. Unless he saw the Corvette in the open garage. Either way, she wasn't really sure if she cared. A snort came from her sinus cavity. It was nice to see him...

The shifting noise of the sliding door caught her attention. She couldn't belive the fluttering she felt in her heart as Tig stepped out of the house. He shut the door behind him and pulled his own pack of smokes from his cut pocket and put it in his mouth. Brielle grumbled to herself and flicked the remaining filter from her cancer stick into the luch green backyard.

"Grass is awful green for this time of year." Tig noted, lighting his cigarette. Brielle laughed a little as she lit a fourth cigarette.

"Yeah, but it feels real nice on my bare feet." Brielle stretched out her heelless feet, wiggling her toes. A chuckle came from Tig. The laugh tickled her ears and she yearned to hear more. Brielle put out her cigarette in an ashtray and she returned her feet to her heels. The teacher returned her half-smoked cigarette to its carton with its brethern and stood. Tig noticed and straightened. He couldn't help but smile as he noticed the top of her head only came to his forehead, with heels on. "I'm sorry for earlier. I've kind of been on edge lately. It's nice to see you again, Alex."

"Don't worry about it. Zane explained everything." Tig liked hearing his name come from her lips. She gaped at the biker and then shut her mouth.

"He told you about Jeremy-"

"Hitting you, yeah."

"God," She hissed. "You must think me as weak, huh?" Brielle looked at the back fence, her auburn hair falling in her face.

"No, no." Tig neared her, a frown now on his face, and turned her head to look at him. With his first two right fingers, he pulled her hair behind her ear. "You're not weak. He's just a spineless coward. Only cowards like him hit women. You're a smart girl for getting out as soon as you did."

Tig, against his better judgement, placed his lips on her forehead. He felt her shakily exhale as he moved from her forehead to her closed eyelids. The pounding that his ribcage was recieving from his heart surprised him. His heart lept when he felt her small soft hand place itself on his cheek. Her lips followed and placed themselves on his.

The kiss lasted long than it probably should have, but neither stopped it. It felt as if an hour had passed when the two pulled apart. His blue eyes flicked around her face, trying to see if there was any trace of the black eye. There was none and he caught the gaze of her hazel eyes.

"It's nice seeing you again...Tigger." Brielle whispered, looking up at him with her doe-like eyes. Tig felt taunted, but grinned nonetheless.

"Yeah, it was nice seeing you too. Gemma's having a family dinner tonight. How 'bout you and Zane stop by?" Tig peered down at her, a sly smile on his face.

"I haven't been part of the family for a number of years, Tig."

"Nah," He put an other kiss on her lips. "Gemma's always liked you. Don't matter why you went to LA or how long you were there, you're always part of SAMCRO family." Brielle laughed a little bit and nodded.

"I can go. Zane's got something later tonight, though, but I'll extend the invitation to him anyway."

Tig entered the house with Brielle following. He returned his pack of smokes to his pocket and went to Zane to say goobye and thank him for the scotch.

"I'll pick you up at seven," Tig gave Brielle one last kiss and turned back to Zane. "You know you're always welcome back."

Zane nodded. "Still got my cut. Clay's got my number if you boys ever need an old friend's help." Tig said his last goodbyes and left, leaving the door open.

Brielle went to the kitchen to finish unpacking the last two kitchen boxes. They were mostly plates and silverware and easy to put away. From her peripheral, she caught her brother, sneaking to the kitchen. She ignored him and continued unpacking, not in the mood for his lecture. Zane leaned on the counter, the hazel eyes that ran in the Clark family bored a hole through her soul.

"Don't even start with me, Zander." She warned. "Tig says there's a family dinner tonight, you in?"

"Nah, not tonight Brie. Listen," He straightened from leaning on the counter and went to Brielle, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Be careful baby sister. I know you and Tig didn't end on bad terms, but think about mom and dad. Dad's involvement ruined their marriage and eventually cost him his youngest daughter. And his life. I just...you and Tig don't deserve what happened with our parents."

"Yeah, I got it Zane." She nodded, organising her forks. "What happened with Lily won't happen again."

"You're a smart girl, Brie. Use that brain. I gotta go."

Another nod came from her, and the siblings said goodbye. Brielle stopped putting away the dishes and went to the front door to shut it. She took her iPod from the stereo in the living room and took it to the one that was in the master bedroom. The sounds of AC/DC began to fill the bedroom and bathroom as Brielle stepped into the shower, turning the hot knob on.

The water heated quickly and she began to sing along with Bon Scott. Brielle couldn't stop herself from laughing. It was alarming to her how quickly she had gotten over Jeremy. She felt giddy with excitment as she thought about the family dinner. She also couldn't help but feel nervous too. Brielle hadn't seen anyone in the SAMCRO family for a while; she hoped it wouldn't be too awkward.

After she rinsed the last of the conditioner out of her hair, Brielle stepped out of the shower and dried herself off with her favorite towel. She looked in the full length mirror and admired her reflection and tattoos. A pink and white lily in the beak of a red breasted robin on her right shoulder blade, the SAMCRO reaper (complete with crystal ball and sythe rifle) on the side of her left thigh, a blue jay on her left hip and cardinal on her right. Brielle wiggled her lips from side to side, her heart yearned for another tattoo; she whatsn't sure what of yet. She had to admit, she had a thing for tattoos. And dangerous outlaw bikers.


Review please :D Chapter two will be up no matter what :3 But I seriously need your guys' help on something. Who do you prefer: Juice or Tig? I'm kind of leaning towards Tig, but Juice is pretty awesome too :D