"I left money in the jar on the fridge. I love you and I'll see you next month," Jeanie Monroe shouted to her daughter, Vivian, as she left their house. Jeanie's hair was a beautiful mess as she half carried half dragged her battered luggage to her car. Vivian watched her mother from the doorway. "She looks every bit of the disorganized whirlwind of a woman that she is," Vivian thought to herself with a sigh. Her mother never stayed in one place for long and she resented anyone who tried to make her stay put, even her own flesh and blood.

"Love you too!" Vivian waved as she shut the door and looked around at the war zone that was her new home. "Jesus Vivian, where did you follow her to this time?" She thought as she looked at the mountains of boxes, for all of her nomadic tendencies her mother sure was a pack rat.

Vivian couldn't believe that her mother had decided to pack up and move to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, otherwise known as Charming, CA. What was even more of a shocker, was that after their move her mother then decided to take a photo job across the country. Her mother's nomadic tendencies had always been a sore spot between the two of them. Vivian slowly made her way through the boxes in the front room and walked into the kitchen to count the cash her mother had left her. Three crisp one-hundred dollar bills laid fanned out on the counter under an old mason jar.

Vivian sighed as she looked at the money. Knowing her mother, a one month photo job would turn in to a three month tour around the country. She would need to find a job and fast, the three hundred dollars would not multiply themselves. She walked to her room and lit a cigarette. She walked to her room allowing the nicotine to soothe her frazzled nerves.

As she exhaled she looked around her organized room, years of packing up her life at the drop of a hat had made her fast to unpack and expert at simple living. She changed from out of her sleep shirt and into some jean shorts and a black tank top, glancing at herself in a mirror. The sun had given her mocha skin a warm undertone. The black tank top clung to her curves, her large chest was offset by her small waist and wide hips. At a size 10, she wasn't model skinny but she was pleased with her size, any skinnier and she would look sick. Her toned legs narrowed daintily at the ankle and gave the illusion of length that was impossible at her height of 5'4. She slipped her feet into wedge flip-flops to give herself a few extra inches and grabbed her sunglasses, the keys to "Shelia" her black 1969 Chevy Impala and the money her mother left.

She began her trek and drove into town. The heat of the California sun was oppressive, slapping her in the face as she practically choked on it. Sure, Virginia got warm in the summer but this dry heat was ridiculous. The only good thing about the lack of humidity was her hair's lack of its usual summer frizziness, Vivian thought to herself. She turned onto what looked like the main street of town, the map she was looking at, clinging to her sticky hands. As she glanced up to read the street signs, she felt her car begin to die. Vivian was driving though the main street of town when her car started to die. "Awh, Shelia, baby please don't do this to me." The car shuttered and slowed to a halt in front of a diner. Vivian sighed, turning the car off and taking the keys out of the ignition. Well, she thought, now's as good of a time as any to stop for lunch.

Vivian stepped inside of the air conditioned dinner, removing her glasses and glancing around. The dinner was empty, except for guys in leather vests, whose booth was surrounded by what looked like the entire female wait staff. Vivian sat down at the counter and waited, her patience already running thin. Five minutes passed and no one who worked at the dinner had even glanced her way, she was clearly not their cup of tea. "Um…excuse me?" Vivian said, walking towards their table. "Where can I order?"

One of the waitresses broke away from the pack and took out her note pad. "Hi, my name is Shelly, what can I get for you?" Vivian glanced at the menu board above the counter. "Could I have a vanilla milkshake, and the number to a garage? My car broke down outside." The two men at the table glanced her way when she mentioned the garage.

"Shelly, I'll take her to Teller-Marrow," the blond biker got up from his table and extended his hand. "I'm Jax Teller and this is Opie Winston," he gestured to the brunette guy in leather next to him. Vivian looked over the blonde.

Vivian smiled at Jax allowing her eyes to drink in his handsome figure. She took his hand and smiled up at him "Sure that would be nice." Vivian went to the counter to grab the milkshake she had ordered. "How much?"

"2.50," Shelly said, as she glared at Vivian.

"Okay…." Vivian muttered to herself as she went in to her pocket and took out one of her one hundred dollar bills.

"I got it," a voice behind her said.

Vivian looked in the direction of the voice. The mysterious Opie had finally spoken. She eyed him as he stood up. He was tall and broad. His beard accentuated his rough around the edges look. He was a good balance to Jax's fairness. Where Opie was dark and brooding, Jax had a lightness about him.

"Thank you," Vivian smiled at him. She placed her sunglasses back on and exited the dinner sucking up the dregs of her milkshake through an extra long straw.

Both Opie and Jax's eyes followed her as she exited the dinner, taking in the sway of her hips.

"Five bucks says she's new in town," Opie said in a low voice, as he watched her pop the hood of her car and lean over the engine.

"I'm not taking a bet I'm gonna lose man. Of course she is, I would have recognized that ass if she wasn't."

Vivian smirked catching the tail end of their conversation. "It just died, I have no clue what happened."

Jax and Opie joined her in front of her car. "I can't tell you anything here darlin', we're gonna have to go back to the shop to look at it."

"Okay," Vivian looked around. "Where's the tow truck?"

"We'll send one when we get to TM," Opie replied.

"I'll give you a ride over there." Jax said as He reached into his saddle bag to hand her and extra helmet before starting his bike.

"Um…" Vivian bit her lip as she looked nervously between the helmet and the bike.

Jax cut the engine and looked at her expectantly. "It's just I've never been on a bike before and how do I know you aren't going to just take me off somewhere…" She said in a hurried way before trailing off.

"Well," he replied, getting off of his bike and smirking at her. "If we were planning on kidnapping you, which we aren't, we wouldn't do it with so many witnesses." He nodded his head towards the front of the dinner. It seemed that the gaggle of waitresses had now made their way to the window to watch as the VP of SAMCRO gave a ride to the "new girl in town." "As for the never riding a bike before thing, you're never gonna do it if you keep bull shitting your way out of it. But if you're scared you can ride in the tow truck with the mechanic when he gets here." Jax started his bike again and looked back at her.

Did he just issue a challenge? Vivian thought to herself as she walked over to his bike and strapped the helmet on. Challenge accepted.

Jax chuckled to himself as Vivian climbed on behind him. Her hands rested lightly on his sides. "You're gonna wanna hold on tighter than that darlin.'" Vivian wound her arms around his waist as Jax pulled away from the curb.