Wind whipped around her, causing the leather of her jacket to flap wildly as she sped down the highway. The full face helmet Nessa was wearing blocked the majority of the wind, but the combination of the noise it created and the bike grumbling beneath her was deafening. She smiled as the familiar cliffs of her hometown loomed around her and she twisted the throttle; the bike moving even faster now. She was going 85, almost 90, when she saw flashing lights come up behind her. She cursed under her breath and slowed herself down, pulling quickly over to the side of the road into the dirt and turning the bike off, throwing down the kickstand. As the officer pulled up behind her, Nessa pulled her helmet over her head, allowing her dark hair to spill onto her shoulders.

"Afternoon, Miss." A tall, bald man in a police uniform strode up to her bike from the patrol car, his thumbs twisted in his belt loops.

"Afternoon, Officer," She said with a coy smile.

"My name is Lieutenant Eli Roosevelt, do you know why I pulled you over?" he smiled slightly back at her, but his demeanor was serious as could be.

"Listen, Lieutenant, I know I was going a little fast, I'm really sorry. I've been living with my dad's family in Oregon so this is just my first time being home in a real long time and I got a little over-excited is all." She shrugged, giving him a hopeful glance.

"I see. I can let you off this once I suppose, but don't let me catch you speeding around here again, alright?" he gave her a small wink and headed back to his car, pulling away shortly after.

Nessa sat on her bike for a moment before slipping her helmet back over her head and heading back on her way. The Sun was warm on her back as she grew closer to the town and she hunkered down even tighter against her bike, this time a little more careful to watch her speed. Her grin widened even further when she saw a familiar beat up wooden sign;

Welcome to Charming

She revved her engine, and soon enough she was passing in between the all too familiar shops of Charming, California. She saw people milling around the streets with their children in strollers and walking their dogs and slowed down, taking in the sights of the small town. Before she knew it, she was pulling into the parking lot of an automotive garage. She parked next to the other motorcycles there, albeit separated slightly, and made her way to the garage's office as she removed her helmet once more. She climbed the steps and slowly turned the handle to the office before a man's gruff voice called out to her.

"Is that who I think it is?" his Scottish drawl was unmistakable and she turned quickly to see the man making his way from the garage; his dingy blue work shirt unbuttoned to reveal an even grimier white wifebeater. Nessa scurried down the steps and ran to him, flinging her arms around his neck. His arms locked around her waist, picking her up and spinning her slightly as a deep laugh rumbled his chest. He set her down and pulled his sunglasses up to the top of his head, placing his arms firmly around her waist and looking intently into her eyes.

"I missed ya, girl." He smiled and moved to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she smiled into it, her hands now on his chest

"I missed you too, love." She straightened out his shirt.

"I swear ya get more beautiful every time I see ya." He smiled down at her, the scars on his cheeks deepening.

Nessa laughed and placed her hands on either side of his face. "And you haven't aged a day, my dear Filip." She pulled his head down so their foreheads were pressed together and took a deep breath. "I don't suppose you've seen my mother anywhere around?" she pulled back to look around.

"The office is ma best bet." He nodded to the door.

She nodded and kissed his cheek quickly before sprinting to the door. She swung the door open to reveal a dark haired woman cursing under her breath at a computer. She watched for a moment before the woman turned, an enormous grin on her face. The woman stood and opened her arms, and Nessa rushed into them, burying her face into the woman's shoulder.

"Momma," she sighed, a content grin on her lips.

Gemma pulled back and looked her over. "Oh Ness, I missed you, baby girl!"

"I missed you too, Ma."

Her mother raised an eyebrow and gestured out toward the garage, "I can see I'm not the only one who's missed you. Chibs seemed pretty excited to see you, too."

Nessa shrugged, playing off their earlier affection. "He's the first of the boys I've seen. I really missed it here."

Gemma smirked and linked her arm with her daughter's before pulling her to the door. "Well, I guess it's time you say hi to everyone else."

The two made their way to the clubhouse, where all eyes instantly turned to them. A blonde man with a beard sat up straight on his barstool and started laughing, quickly standing. Nessa freed herself from her mother's grip and ran to him, jumping into his arms.

"Jackson!" she practically screamed as their hug tightened.

"Hey, little Sis! God, it's been forever!" he set her down and kissed the top of her head, ruffling her hair lightly. "You back for good?"

She nodded lightly, contemplating his words. "Yeah," she smiled, "Yeah, I think so." Jax smiled wide at her, obviously ecstatic at the news.

One by one, each of the Sons came to greet her, giving her hugs, kisses, and flirty comments, the latter of which came mostly from Juice. Soon enough, she was sitting pretty on one of the plush leather couches, squished close between Tig and Chibs, who had his arms slung around her shoulders and his fingers were running lightly in circles on her upper arm. She was leaning into his chest and had her legs brushing against Tig's denim clad ones; his large hand resting on her thigh.

As it grew later, the doors of the clubhouse began to swing open as a group of croweaters filed in. The boys on either side of her immediately adjusted their posture as the women lurked closer, and Chibs gave Nessa a quick glance as a blonde approached him, sitting on the leg opposite from the side she was on and running a hand down his chest. Nessa nodded and quickly sat up to shift her position so she was no longer leaning on Chibs, but was sitting up straight. Tig's hand quickly left her thigh and came to rest on her shoulder, rubbing her skin lightly before pulling her into his chest, the leather of his kutte protesting slightly. She felt him pull his fingers gently through her hair and grinned, gazing up at him, admittedly slightly surprised that he hadn't grabbed a croweater yet. He kissed her forehead, his facial hair ticking her skin, and stood to hold a hand out to her.

"Come on, doll, let's go get a drink." He nodded over to the bar, where a couple of prospects doled out drinks to the various men and women in the clubhouse. Nessa sighed and placed her hand in his, allowing him to haul her up off of the couch. He kept his hand firmly around hers as they wove through the people, and when they reached the bar he held two fingers up. The prospect behind the bar quickly came back with two brown bottles, and Tig snatched them up quickly before holding one out to her. He took a swig and brushed her hair behind her shoulder, smiling down at her.

"I missed you, Ness." His voice was barely audible over the music that had begun to play.

She smiled, "I missed you too, Tigger."

An arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled to the open floor in the center of the room. Juice quickly had his hands resting on her hips and was swaying her to the beat of the music, and she couldn't help but laugh as she threw her arms around his neck and moved with him. They giggled as they caught up on the few years they had been apart; how he had finally gotten patched in, how she had been living with her uncle and working at a daycare, and how they both missed the simpler life they had led before she had left. They talked about their high school years together and where they thought some of their former classmates were today, as well as the various tricks they had learned since then; Juice with his hacking and Nessa with her automotive prowess. Tig glared in their direction, admittedly a little disgusted that they got along so well, and the frown on his lips deepened as he heard Nessa's laugh sound over the music. His fist clenched as Juice pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger for a little too long to be considered a purely friendly gesture, and Tig saw Nessa's cheeks flush. This was enough for Tig, and he pushed his way from the bar to the two of them, where he placed a hand on the woman's shoulder and smiled down at her.

"Mind if I cut in?" he asked, his voice low and sweet. Juice looked ready to protest when Tig shot him a dark look, and instead shook his head. Tig turned back to Nessa, smiling once more, and placed his hands low on her hips to pull her closer to his body. She smiled shyly and pulled one arm around his shoulder, resting her free hand on his chest and swaying with him. He leaned down so his forehead rested on hers; her dark bangs tickling him. His hands roamed lightly up her waist and back down to her hips, and one broke away to come up to her head and tangle in her hair, pulling gently so she was forced to look up at him. Her lips hung slightly open and her gray eyes gazed up through thick lashes, questioning. Tig simply shook his head and pulled her body flush against his, running a thumb in circles on her hipbone until he felt a hand clap down on his shoulder.

"Aye Tiger, might want to slow down there a bit." Tig turned to see a warning look on Chib's face.

"Yeah? You feelin' jealous, Chibs?" Tig teased, and Chibs' face stayed dangerously still.

"It's not me ya have to worry about, brother." He nodded over to the bar where Jax sat with his arms crossed over his chest. "Jax isn't too thrilled about ya getting all handsy with his sister." Tig straightened at this and turned back to Nessa, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before taking his leave. Nessa watched him walk back to the bar and turned to Chibs, her hands on her hips.

"What was that about? Jax doesn't give a shit if someone touches up on me." she demanded, raising an eyebrow.

A smirk grew slowly on Chibs' lips, "Tigger doesn't know that, now does he?"

She rolled her eyes, "Probably for the better anyway, I'm getting a little tired. Show me to my room?" she prompted. Chibs held out an arm and she looped hers through it, leaving the two of them to set off to one of the dorms in the back of the clubhouse. The room they had prepared for her was the last one in the hall, and there were empty rooms around her in order to give her a little more privacy. Chibs opened the door for her and it swung open to reveal a rather plain bedroom with a door on the opposite wall that led to a small bathroom. They stepped inside and she sat down on the bed, Chibs following shortly after her and resting a hand on her knee.

"I'll send for one of the prospects to grab your things off the bike." He patted her leg and moved to stand, but was stopped by her hand on his. He turned back to her, raising an eyebrow.

Her eyes flitted away for a moment before finding his again, her gaze soft. "I really missed it here, Chibs. It's crazy, but I've missed Charming so much. I missed being with you boys, with my family," she pulled a leg up onto the bed so she faced him fully, "with you, Chibs. I know that what we had wasn't anything serious, but you're still one of my closest friends. I love you." She pulled her arms around his neck and brought him close in a tight hug. One of his hands came up to rest on her lower back while his other tangled in the hair at the base of her head; a light tug breaking their embrace so her face was turned up toward his.

"You know I love you, girl." He smiled, pulling his hand through her hair. She glanced obviously at his lips and let a wicked smile spread across her lips.

"Want to pick up where we left off, Mr. Telford?" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. His chest rumbled as he laughed and pulled her lips to his, hauling himself more toward the center of the bed where Nessa quickly followed. Very soon, she was on her back and he was kneeling between her legs, their lips attached; one of his hands cupping the side of her face and the other kneading into one of her breasts, while her hands were busy in his hair and attempting to unbuckle his belt. They had removed most of their clothing, which lay scattered on the bed, by the time Chibs let out a groan.

His mouth was on her neck, no doubt leaving marks, when he admitted: "You know, every time we find ourselves here, I tell myself I shouldn't." he breathed out a laugh, "But here we are again."

"Relax Chibs, it's not like I'm your Old Lady. This is just two people havin' some fun, and it's nobody's business but ours."

He smiled and bit a little harder on her neck, eliciting a cry of surprise from her, who in turn rolled the two of them so he was on his back with her legs straddling him.


Nessa lay on her back panting, watching Chibs pull his clothes lazily back on. As he yanked his second boot off, he leaned over and kissed her before standing and moving to the door.

"Ya may want to cover up, girl. Prospect'll be coming in soon with your bags." He glanced back at her, feeling himself stir at the sight of her laying naked in the bed, and smirked. "Not too much, though. I'm not quite done with ya." He winked and left her alone in the room to pull her t-shirt and panties back on. As the Prospect came in with her bags and saw she wasn't wearing much of anything, he quickly averted his eyes and scurried to leave as soon as the bags were down. About ten minutes later, Chibs came in quietly and locked the door behind him, stalking up to her like a predator stalking prey. Then, he lunged.