Dana lit her cigarette and inhaled deeply, anything to get rid of the slight pang in the bottom of her stomach as the steel doors shut behind her. She glanced back to the prison she had called home for the last 3 and half years and sighed. She was finally going home.

She began her trek up the road, not wanting to stand in the blazing hot heat for any longer. The leather pants and white tank top she had been incarcerated in were now two sizes too big and they weren't helping the situation. She had lost a lot of weight while bulking up on the inside. 24/7- anything to keep her mind off of what she had left on the outside and taken with her during her incarceration.

Dana heard an engine purr and stopped walking. A few seconds later, a black Cadillac pulled up to her feet. She flicked her cigarette butt and stepped towards the car, sliding into the dark, cool interior. Gemma smiled at her, reaching over and giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Welcome back, hunny," she said, pulling off the side of the road and speeding off.

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Gemma leaned against the door frame and watched as Dana inhaled the food that she had laid on the table before her. She recognized that classic signs of a newly released inmate and didn't like it. Dana was like the daughter she never had. Her and Jax had grown up together and they were both born into the club. Her father was one of the original nine that had founded the Sons of Anarchy. They had moved up the ranks together, earning their stripes and paying their dues side by side. Three years ago, Dana took a bull shit charge on account of S.O.A fucking up deals. She was sentenced to five, released after 3 and half on good behavior.

Dana stood up from the table and walked her plates over to the sink. She washed her hands and leaned against the counter, drying her hands on the dish towel. "It feels good to have you back home, Dana. I missed my partner in crime," Gemma said, walking over to the table and lighting a cigarette. Dana didn't say anything, her gaze landing on the floor.

"The guys are planning this big thing down at the clubhouse. The town's invited. There's gonna be food and drinks. I think you'll enjoy it, having all those people at your feet," Gemma said, handing her a smoke. Dana took the smoke and inhaled deeply. "I guess it'll be fun," she replied, her face blank. Gemma cleared her throat and stepped towards her.

"I know right now you feel probably feel like you want to shoot up the clubhouse and call it a day. Things will be rough the first couple of weeks, I've seen it in every brother that has gotten locked up. It'll take time to get used to things. Just don't give up and push everyone away. And as a warning, Dana- Charming has changed. Sam Cro have changed."

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Dana got out of the tub and wrapped the towel around her. She stood in front of the mirror, wiping the fog off of it. She took in how much she had changed. She was still the same height, still had the same wavy dark brown hair and light hazel eyes. But she knew that deep, down inside- she was different.

She froze, hearing the familiar rumble of the bikes. She had lived for the sound since she was born. It was in her blood. She walked into her bedroom, the one she had shared for years with her husband and slipped into a pair of jeans and a S.O.A t-shirt. She threw her hair up into a messy bun and slapped some mascara on, as well as her rings. She stood back and looked in the mirror, taking in how good it felt to wear something other than a prison uniform.

Her jeans rode low, her hip bones peeking out from the top, her tee riding up, revealing the bottom of a toned stomach. Tattoos lined her hips and came crawling out from beneath her sleeves. She briefly smiled at herself in the mirror, liking what she saw. Silence filled the air, and she heard the stands being brought out from underneath the bikes. The sounds of helmets being placed on the handle bars. Boots crushing the gravel in her driveway. The key in the front door.

She walked to the top of the stairs and took a deep breath before beginning her descent. Her heart skipped a beat as the front door opened and he walked in. He saw her and smiled, tucking his hair behind his ear and walking towards her with the swag he always seemed to have. She chuckled as she made her way towards him.

Jax.

She was oblivious to the figure that loomed after him.

Tyler.

Her husband.