WARNING: YOU MAY NOT ENJOY MY VERSION OF TARA KNOWLES...Sorry :)

To everyone deciding to read this, this fanfic will be set in Season 1 of SOA and this first chapter is pre S1 (: This chapter might not be as exciting as it probably could be, my apologies :p oh and this is my first fanfic that I'm releasing on this awesome site.

IMPORTANT: I obviously don't own anything from SOA except for my OC's. And I also imagine Emily Rudd playing my main character, Rebecca Teller, and it is her photo (which I grabbed from google images) that I'm using as my cover photo. Please excuse me if there are mistakes btw.

P.S: if you want to see how I imagined what Rebecca is wearing, check out my polyvore account: mnknz (I would add the link instead but I'm pretty sure we can't copy and paste it -_-). Plus, I'm trying to remain accurate to how 2008 actually was with phones, iPods, music, clothing style (I think I failed that one), and stuff because Season 1 is in 2008.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC's.

Chapter 1

'Fall for you' by Secondhand Serenade is playing loudly in my ears as I do a pencil sketching of a rose in my faux leather sketchbook.

"But hold your breath, because tonight will be the night that I will fall for you, over again, don't make me change my mind." I sing softly to myself.

I feel a pair of eyes on me and I look up to find my father, Jax Teller, current vice president of Samcro, leaning against my now wide opened bedroom door.

He has a smile on his face and signals for me to pull out my earphones.

I return the smile and what he asks of me as well as stopping the song on my black, iPod Classic 7th Generation.

"Hey dad." I greet before putting my sketchbook on my bedside table and getting off my bed.

"Hey beautiful." He replies, holding his arms out for a hug.

I grin as I walk into them and wrap my arms around his waist and lay my head on his chest.

He squeezes me tightly and kisses the top of my head.

"Wanna come join me for a ride out to the clearing today?" My dad asks, not letting go of me.

I nod and he chuckles.

"I'll wait for you downstairs, my girl." He says before pulling back.

He kisses my forehead, smiles at me once more, and then walks out of my bedroom, closing the door behind him.

I sigh as I walk towards my wardrobe and pull out some clothes to wear. I throw on a green flannel shirt, black, denim shorts, and my chunky heeled combat boots. I tuck my Celtic styled necklace that belonged to my late maternal Irish grandmother, into my shirt and grab my round, matte, sunglasses. I decide to pull my dark hair into a pony tail. I check myself out in my full length mirror and smile before realizing that the bright, Californian sun is out today and that I should probably cover my uncovered, body parts in sunscreen.

"Or else you'll burn bright like a tomato." I say, mimicking my grandma Gemma's words.

I giggle and shake my head as I reach over to my dresser and pick up the sunscreen.

Good old grandma Gemma.

******At the Clearing******

"How have you been, sweetheart?" my dad asks as he spreads out the picnic blanket he packed, beneath a tree.

"I've been alright." I reply as we sit down.

"I'm sorry I've been kind of absent lately, Bexie girl." He says, using the "adorable" nickname––according to him––he gave me when I was a child.

God knows how much I hate that name I think, frowning.

"It's fine, daddy, but please, don't call me that again. You know how much I hate it." I beg.

He laughs. "Awww, but I love it." He says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it up.

"Why?" I ask, moaning. "It's such an embarrassing nickname. It does not suit me at all."

"I gave that nickname to you when you were a child and I'm going to stick with it until the day I die, baby girl." My dad says, smirking at me as he takes a puff of his smoke.

"Ugh." I roll my eyes. "Great. What's wrong with my full name or Becca?"

"Too long and I call you Becca sometimes as well." He replies.

I frown. "How come my name's Rebecca if it's too long for you?" I ask.

My dad chuckles. "Your mom didn't agree with any of the names I came up with." He says, smiling to himself. "And I do call you Rebecca now that you think of it, but only when you're in trouble."

I nod. "You and everyone else, dad, and may I have some examples of those names you came up with, please?"

He is quiet for a few moments as if hesitant, before he replies, "Kayla, Trisha, Lynx, and Ava."

Huh?

"What's wrong with those names?" I ask, feeling confused.

My dad looks away as if embarrassed. "Uh…well…"

I narrow my eyes at him. "Daddy..." I draw out in a suspicious tone.

He clears his throat, still not looking at me. "Your mom pointed out to me, quite loudly, I remember, that uh…those were the names of girls I had um…"

I raise my left eyebrow at him as I realize, not to my surprise, of what my father was trying to say.

"Pursued?" I ask, thinking that it's the best word to use in this case to avoid awkwardness.

It's truly no secret to anyone, including me, his daughter, that my father is, unfortunately, a man whore. Although he's tried to protect me from his proximity with other women, there was one time he failed to do so.

But at least it was only one time.

My dad looks at me and smiles. "Yeah, something like that." He says.

I shake my head.

My daddy…Prince of Charming but King of all manwhores.

"Are you looking forward to meeting your new brother?" he asks as he finishes his cigarette.

I grin and nod. "Yes! Honestly, I've always wanted another little sibling to take care of, dad."

Even though I wished his mother was the same as mine.

The thought goes unspoken but the way my dad's entire expression softens and he opens his arms as an invitation for a hug, definitely tells me I was probably better off just saying it.

"Come here, sweetheart." He says, softly.

I sigh and crawl over to him. I sit in between his legs and lean my head against his shoulder as he wraps his arms around me.

"I understand how much you wish your mom and I had another child, baby girl, trust me, I wished a lot too, but sometimes shit gets in the way of these things, and we're just…not able to have it all." He says.

I nod and sigh. "I know, dad, I know." I pause. "But you know mom's back here to live again and you're currently not with anyone steady. I mean, there's Wendy, but she's your ex-wife, not really anyone of any importance except being known as Abel's UFO ride to Earth."

My dad laughs and I join him.

When we settle down, he says, "You're right, sweetheart. About Wendy being my ex-wife and stuff, but that doesn't mean your mom and I have a chance just because she's return or anything. I really don't want to give you any ideas, baby girl."

"Did you ever really stop loving her though, dad?"

I look up at my dad, my blue eyes meeting his. He stares back at me, not saying anything for a few moments.

He sighs. "She was my high school sweetheart and first love, not to mention she's your mother." He says.

"So that's a no?" I ask, my eyebrows raised.

He stares down at me and smiles at me, lovingly, but deep in his eyes, I see a bit of sadness and hurt.

"What do you think?" he asks me.

"I'd like to think that you never stopped loving her and that somewhere in the near future, you and mom will get together again, and we could attempt to be a happy family again…" I pause as my thoughts leave me for a few short moments and are replaced with memories I had as a child.

My father allows me to recollect what I lost, and eventually, I end my initial statement off, quietly.

"Like we used to be."

-CUT-

I hope whoever gave this first chapter a chance enjoyed it and please leave reviews to let me know if I should continue or not otherwise I probably won't (:

-M.N.K