I have no clue where this story is heading. Kinda an outsider view of the events in SOA. It switches from character narration/thoughts to third person view. BE WARNED M RATED. SEX. GORE. LANGUAGE. VIOLENCE. THIS ISN'T DISNEY. If I do continue I will not change anything in the season (to extremly) and this won't be a mary sue.

Chapter 1: Prince Charming (Prologue)

The Sons of Anarchy was formed on the pure desire for brotherhood, bonded through sweat and blood shed in war. It was a rebellion of society, breaking the chains that bound them to law. In the beginning there was no violence, no death, or open graves it was a band of brothers fed on the freedom of the open road.

To think the world was once so simple peace could be found in the inhalation of a plant...

As the foundations of the American dream began to crumble and the modesty and honesty of society began to deteriorate, SAMCRO followed. The bonds of brotherhood were broken and the founded principles of the club were soon lost in the wreckage. The Sons of Anarchy became a breeding place of sin. Souls lost in the riches of greed and the throws of lust.

And the cemeteries were now sated with open graves..

It had become so easy to be lost in the MC world.. The oldest man or the youngest child, it didn't matter the corruption seemed to spread like an epidemic. Most of us were bound by blood; sons, daughters, or wives of the members. We were thrown into this world of anarchy and temptation, branded by ourselves and society. Some of us couldn't run. The reaper blood ran too thickly in our veins and our roots placed in Charming were to strong to cut. So, we stayed...

July, 1987

A high pitch voice shrieked as the screen door slammed shut, followed by the sounds of footsteps thundering through the house. A small girl rounded the corner of the room with her ponytail of auburn hair bouncing behind her, she held a baseball clutched tightly to her chest as she ran past the dining room table. Two pre-teen boys ran in behind her their long legs carrying them towards the girl faster than her small legs could outrun. Arms wrapped around the girl picking her off the ground and a hand reached down to try to pry the ball from her grasp. She screamed between laughs, kicking her legs in the air beneath her. Her small fingers grasp more firmly onto the ball holding it as close as possible to her chest.

"Give it here, Nora!" the boy in front of her ordered his face masked with annoyance. Her feet swung wildy between them, one foot catching the boy in between his legs. His face changed to shock then morphed into a pained expression as he fell to his knees gripping himself "Dad!" he shouted.

The boy holding the wide eyed seven year old laughed slowly releasing her to the floor."You better run now, Nora" he told her between laughs. The girl's expression held multiple emotions as she stood beside him looking to her brother on the floor.

With confused hazel eyes she looked up at the blonde headed boy beside her and smiled realizing she had made him laugh. She punched his lower stomach, giggling, "Your it, Jacky" Her voice cried out as she ran away from the two wounded boys and out of the house, the baseball still clutched within her hands.

I stayed for many reasons and one of those reasons included him..

How could one describe Jax Teller...?

He was Prince Charming. There was never a time I remembered in my life when I didn't love Jax Teller. He was a brother to Opie but not once did I ever feel an ounce of sibling affection for him. No, it was always love that only grew, and grew, and grew. Then as time past the feeling became so suffocating, so confusing, and so painful that I really didn't know what to do...

Many told me it was a simple childhood crush that with time and maturity it would fade. So throughout the years I tried to ignore the feelings and thoughts hoping that one day I could look into the eyes of Jax Teller without longing. I remained that dreamy eyed love struck girl through out child hood, and puberty,

Crush.

There's a reason they call it that... it didn't take long for me to figure that out.

To figure out they lied, it didn't fade...

It never did. Neither did the pain of unrequited love.

AN: Should i make it a story?