A/N: I do not own SOA. But I do own my OC and Plots; I will be using some things out of each season, but in different orders and where I see fit. Hope you all enjoy it!

Chapter One. Welcome Home.

Most of us were not violent by nature. We all had our problems with authority, but none of us were sicopaths. We came to realize that when you move your life off the social grid you give up the safety that society provides. On the fringe, blood and bullets are the rule of the law and if you're a man with convictions violence is inevitable.

My name is MaciDane Marie Teller, I am twenty-six years old and I've been in jail more times then I can count on both hands. My father is John Teller, he was part of the first 9 and founder of this MC. I say was because he's now dead. Dead by the hands of my step-father, when I was just two years old. I don't know how, and I don't know why, but I will find out why my father was killed.

I'm jealous of my own brother because he got more time with our father then I ever did. All I have is some memories provided by my mom, even a few photos. Jax however is my best friend, he's even very protective of me. Somehow, I left myself get wrapped up in the ways of the club, and I became a killer.

Me?

A killer?

Never. But it's all very true. I never found a way out. I was eighteen and i've killed three people. Each one I got away with. I killed Tony. He was beating me all the time and I just couldn't take it anymore. I don't know what happened to me. I didn't mean for this to happen. It just did. I ran to Jax and he cleaned up my mess and spoke nothing else of it.

The second person that I killed was Ashley, she was sleeping with my boyfriend at the time James. After slicing her throat while he watched, I killed James too. Made it look like a lovers suicide. Again I freaked and called Jax, he again cleaned up my mess, asked no questions, and still hasn't.

By the time I was twenty-one I was in Jail twenty times. Guilty by association. When I got out of Jail at twenty-two, I was finished. I no longer wanted apart of the MC that always landed me in Jail. By twenty-three I was fully developed to actually look like a woman. I've never seen my entire life, and I was a medical school student in Queens, NYC.

I ran from charming, knowing that I needed a fresh start the only way I was going to get it was if I left without a good-bye. I packed my bags and got on the first flight to New York I could get.

Second chances don't come often but I got my second chance and I never want to give it up. Three months ago, I graduated from medical school with a masters degree in physiology. I'm only twenty-six. I've done well for myself when I put the violence behind me.

Now...now I find myself sitting in my sister-in-laws room two days after taking my pre-mature nephew from her because she just can't stop speed balling. I haven't had a chance to tell my family i'm home yet, but I have a feeling that, that will be sooner then I'd actually like.

After checking on Wendy I walk out to the nurses station and start filling out her paper work to be admitted into rehab. When I see my mom quickly walk by going directly into Wendy's room. My eyes widen and I run and stand out side her room and listen.

"Looks like the boy might actually live to see his first birthday." She places her hands on her hips.

"He made it? Oh, Abel, thank God!" I smile at her excitement and his name. I didn't know that. Jax and I always wanted to have a brother named Abel or to even name one of our kids Abel one day. I am glad that he was the one to do that.

"Yes. Thank you, God. Maybe we should say a little prayer?" She nods her head.

"Dear God, thank you for saving this boy..." I silently move in the room knowing my mother..she won't be nice. "...From his murderous junkie mom, who cared more about a forty dollar rush then she did her own flesh and blood."

"Mom!" I say, she glances my way shocked to see someone in here, and that someone to even be me. She quickly turns her attention back to Wendy when she speaks.

"Don't you dare..."

"Don't I dare? You pathetic whore. Guess the D.A. was impressed with your Bible studies. Hear they're not gonna press charges."

"when I check out of here, I'm going to promises."

I watch my mom get closer to Wendy, I hold the clipboard close tom me.

"Yea, lets just throw money at those 12-step freaks. How long's it going to last this time? Six months? Three? A couple weeks?" She says sarcastically.

"It's gonna be different this time. This time I have my baby to live for."

What happened next, happened so fast that I couldn't stop my mom. she quickly grabs her by her throat. "That's where your wrong. You have no baby. You lost that privilege." Wendy tugs on her arm to loosen my moms grip. "You so much as cast a shadow on that boy, try to turn some legal screw and get custody, I will finish this job. He will never call you 'mommy' " She releases her throat and I release the breath I had no clue I was holding.

"I suggest you turn to Jesus."

She tosses the bible at her and storms out of the room grabbing my wrist alone the way. I closed the door behind me and look at her.

"What the hell?"

"Where the fuck did you go MaciDane?"

I knew I couldn't avoid her for too long. I tried for a few days and succeeded and now that's just not going to happen anymore. I look down at the floor then back up at her.

"Sorry mom, but I had to leave this club was slowly killing me...I wanted to do something with my life, and not be some biker whore." She glares at me. That's not how I meant that.

"So you just up and leave me and your brother and fath-"

I stop her. "He's not my father, and I left because that was the only way I was going to get a clean break. I am now a Doctor. I am home, and I want my family back. But I will NOT get sucked back into this life that landed me in Jail."

She tilts her head and purses her lips. "I just can't fucking believe how much your God damn looks have changed."

I smirk at her. I have changed a lot since I have left. My facial features developed more, I look more adult and less like Jax. I have rather large breasts. I am not complaining because they are pretty awesome and the guys really seem to like them. My curves are perfect. My eyes are blue and my hair is black, i've accrued a few new tattoos and piercings as-well.

"Well thanks mom. I think I look great."

"You're Beautiful. Listen when you get off work come by the garage...your brother could really use some cheering up right now, especially since that tart Tara is back. Broke my baby's heart." I laugh.

"Alright mom. I finish in an hour, I will come by then." I hug her. I missed her hugs that's for sure.