Author's Note: Hey fanficcers! This is my first fanction I hope you like it! Remember to follow and review!

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended. I claim no right to Sons of Anarchy or any of its characters, they belong to Kurt Sutter. I also do not claim to have 100% accuracy on motorcycle clubs. Bree however I do own.

Prologue:

Stepping off the plane and hitting American soil made me feel as if she was finally safe, nobody from her previous life would very come looking for her here. Especially where she was planning on going, the tiny little town of Charming, California. A hick little town like that won't know what's hit them when she whirls into their lives. The first place Bree plans to go after she has settled into my apartment is the local car dealership; there was no way she could cope without having a car to get her around. The house that Bree bought was on a complete whim without her caring whether or not she was going to like it, all she knew was that it is on the nice part of town where she would not expect any bother from busybody locals that would invade her privacy. Growing up in the criminal underbelly of England Bree had to learn to keep secrets that nobody should ever be burdened with.

"That's $27 missy," the cab driver said shaking her out of her thoughts thankful that she did not have to go into that dark place again.

Smiling Bree handed over a $50 "keep the change, and thanks for the ride." Stepping out of the cab and collecting her suitcases she knew that this was where she was supposed to be. The house wasn't overly large but it was more than what she would ever need, a three bedroom detached house with acres of land was not what the little British girl needed, but God did she love it. Walking up to the porch there was a swing outside which Bree could imagine sitting there on a summer's night reading casually as she watched the sun go down. Walking through the front doors it was large and open exactly what Bree wanted, this is beginning to turn into more of a dream than reality. It finally looked like Bree was going to get some good luck for a change.

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A few weeks after coming to Charming Bree was bored. Small town life was not as interesting as she thought it was going to be. She loved the fact that she could make small talk to the local townsfolk without actually divulging into her past. Bree was now known as the sweet little British girl that the Charming civilians were just beginning to get to know, she could create a brand new life for herself here without anybody knowing who she really was and her past she left behind. Walking down the street and that's when she stops and stares 'Teller Morrow Automobiles' she knew this could be the cure for her boredom. Walking up into the garage Bree could tell that the two guys working the shop were swamped, and that there would be no way they could get all of this work done by the end of day.

"Hey doll face wha' cannae do for ya?" spinning around Bree came face to face with the Scot that just questioned her. Staring at him she realised that he had been through a battle himself, the Glasgow Smile that stretched across his face was not alarming but more comforting as he smiled at her. Although some may see the scars and think that it screams dangerous, you only had to do was look into his eyes and see that they were warm and friendly with not a hint of danger insight. The only thing that made you think this man was dangerous would be the cut that this man wore, it read 'Sons of Anarchy' and under it, it said 'Vice President.' Bree knew that this man was not to be messed with but she couldn't help but to have a little fun with the man and try to cure the residual boredom that the town has created.

"Well sweet cheeks, your garage is going to go down the drain if you don't bother to start and actually do some real work around here," she retorted smirking back at him.

Laughing the man said "Well lassie ya've got some nerve coming into here and saying that mind."

"I'm a mechanic and know that you have too much work for three guys to handle alone" Bree said to him becoming increasingly sure of herself. "Plus I'm damn good at my job."

"We'll have to see Jackie boy about giving you a job here but I think we might like having you around Sparky" he replied whilst leading Bree further into the garage.

"It's Bree," frustrated that not five minutes after me her he already had an annoying nickname that she could not stand.

"Chibs." Following the man further into the garage she looks around and it's a mess; this is no way for people to work. Upon further inspection she notices the two blondes working on separate cars, both with cuts. The younger of the blondes which clearly said 'President' on his cut, comes walking over towards them, she could feel his gaze staring at him deciding why Bree even bothered to come into a garage without actually having a car.

"Chibs, what's the woman doing here for?" He asked the Scot without even bothering to acknowledge Bree. Well that's rude, she thought, there's no need to completely ignore me.

"Sparky here's a mechanic, looking for a job" Chibs said whilst smiling down at her.

"A female mechanic?" The asshole questioned whilst looking her up and down obviously seeing whether she was the real deal or not.

"Listen here jackass just because I'm a woman does not make me any less of a mechanic." Bree bit back, "I'm probably better than all of you here, hell I'm fucking cleaner than you lot. Do you think this attracts more business? Your shop being a shit tip, let me tell you it doesn't. It just makes you look chaotic; people will think this about your work. Fuck, I do." With a huge breath Bree finished with my arms folded across my chest, this was going to either make her or break her, and by the look on his face he was thinking of all the ways he could possibly murder her.

"Be here at 8 tomorrow morning and not a minute later" he said whilst walking away "and darlin' the names Jax, I'll be expecting you to use it in an apology tomorrow." Bree stood there too shocked to actually say anything but nod her head and watch his retreating form.

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GEMMA PoV

Wow, the tiny little redhead just put her son in his place, it didn't look like she had any sort of fight in her. Just over 5 foot in a pair of black skinny jeans and white tank she looked innocent, but when her big blue eyes shown that fire that matched her flame red hair Gemma knew she meant business. This little spitfire was sure going to stir up some trouble around here, this is exactly what the Queen needed. After most of the Sons going to jail six months earlier she had been stuck in a rut. There was nobody for her to bicker with, or to hold huge family dinners for. This young woman could help Gemma overcome her husband and with nearly his whole club going to jail.

Gemma knew that she was going to become great friends with this young woman and she was not going to left her son push her away with his bad attitude.

A/N: So there it is, the first ever chapter to my first ever fan fiction. I hope you all enjoyed it and can see the potential and where I will be heading with the story. The next chapter will be where the story will properly start. There will be time jump so that we can get the club out of jail!

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Kisses, Eliza x