Summary: Stephanie, once Jax' and Opie's best friend, returns to Charming. In desperate need for help, the SAMCRO kind. JAX/OC

Pairings: Jax/OC, Opie/Donna (for now, don't know if I will follow THAT story line), some Clay/Gemma, Half-Sack/Cherrie, Juice/OC, maybe I'll even give Tig some hooker.

Rating: T (but will probably be changed in M soon)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Sons of Anarchy, Although in my dreams (and this story) Jax is mine. I do however own any OC's

AN: This is my first ever Sons of Anarchy story, and yes, I am aware turning yourself into an OC is kinda pathetic, but I can't help it …You all understand right? Right?

Usually in stories with OC's they do a lot of Tara bashing. This story wont. I LOVE Tara, and I love her with Jax (hope they get Abel back and their relationship will work out in season 3) Just imagine that in this story, Tara never came back from Chicago. Abel will have some other random doctor.

As for my other stories, I don't know what will happen to them. I have some ideas for the Vampire Diaries-fic but the two others will probably be deleted, or given up for adoption, If anyone is interested in taking over the one from Leverage (Viva Las Vegas) or Las Vegas (Little Alice), please let me know and maybe we can work something out.

I'm done rambling, Lets get started!!!

Chapter 1

It was very early in the morning when a young woman stepped out of the taxi that had driven her from the airport to the charming little town of…well, Charming. She yawned and took her duffel bag out of the trunk of the smelly old car.

'Too early, normal people should not be awake at five in the morning, the freakin' sun is barely up yet' the woman thought.

The young woman, Stephanie, was obviously very tired, but even with slight bags underneath her dark brown eyes, she still managed to look pretty good.

Her long black-ish/brown hair was loosely flowing down her back in big waves. She was wearing a denim mini-skirt, a bright red top and over it she was wearing her usual black leather jacket, the outfit was finished with black boots, most likely with iron tips.

While the cab drove away, she looked at the building in front of her, the Teller-Morrow garage.

Inside she heard a loud hammering sound and she took comfort in the fact she wasn't the only freak awake at five am. She yawned once more before entering the garage.

"What up, pussies?" she said loudly over the typical sounds of a mechanic shop and watched with a smirk how every face turned to her.

"Stef, love? That you?" one of the men with a Scottish accent, Chibs, asked her and Stephanie smiled big, watching the older man come over to hug her.

"Damn, girl last time I saw you, you were still all pimply-faced and wearing glasses ," another man, mostly bald with very noticeable pieces of art tattooed on the sides of his head said, while he too came over to give her a hug.

"Last time I saw you, you were still a prospect, finally been promoted, Juice?" Stephanie asked back while the dark skinned man stood proudly, showing her his now fully labelled cut.

"Half-Sack took over from me," he said while pointing to a kind of flimsy looking guy who was staring at her legs.

"What up with the name?" she asked him and everyone started laughing.

"Long story," the guy just answered back and Stephanie nodded, she could accept that.

"Good to see you, sweetcheeks, looking hot" another guy told her and she smirked.

"Still looking like a freakin' creep, Tig, told you to change that," Stephanie reminded him.

"Anyway, Jax or uncle Clay around?" Chibs shook his head.

"No love we're the only idiots that start at the ass-crack of dawn."

"No prob, I'll wait, which one of you pussies is gonna get me a drink? Preferably something with a massive amount of caffeine, " she asked while sitting on the hood of a car that wasn't being worked on.

"Prospect, stop perving on the woman and get her a coffee," Chibs ordered and the guy sighed.

"Out of coffee, Gemma is supposed to bring more later" Half-Sack reminded him.

"Then get it somewhere else," Tig told him and Stephanie laughed at the face the new prospect pulled, she still remembered the nearest Starbucks was in the next town. Guy didn't complain though and walked out to his bike like a good prospect would.

"So, what brings you back to this place, thought you were living it up in Washington?" Tig asked her and she shrugged.

"Long story man, one I should probably share with uncle Clay first," she told him and Tig nodded.

And when she meant uncle Clay, she really did mean uncle. He was her mother's oldest brother by blood and had always by far been her favourite uncle, the coolest too.

Stephanie had lived in Charming till her eighteenth and had then moved to Washington with her mother and father, a year later her baby sister joined the family, born three days before Stephanie's nineteenth birthday. Sadly her parents had passed away after a huge train accident when they were coming back from a vacation when her little sister, Abigail was two. After that Stephanie quit college and took full custody of the little girl.

She did a little catching up with Chibs and Juice while she pretty much ignored Tig who had started working on a car again.

Prospect came back with a jumbo coffee, black, two sugars. Sighing in satisfaction, she took a sip of it and pretty much spit it back out on the floor as soon as it hit her mouth.

"Prospect, what did you do with the coffee?" Chibs asked angry and the poor guy shrugged.

"Nothing man,"

"This is cold, as in, on the rocks with extra rocks," Stephanie stated and Half-Sack nodded

"I know, I figured it be cold before I got back anyway, so I got you an ice-coffee" Half-Sack told her and Stephanie nodded.

"That's actually pretty smart," she admitted and took another sip, expecting the cold now.

Only to almost choke when she heard the door being slammed against the wall, signalling the presence of another person. When she turned around she was greeted with a sight she wasn't, but should have been expecting.

Just a few feet away from her stood a tall, handsome and very bloody guy with blond, chin-length hair. He could still take her breath away, that much was obvious.

Something had happened because he looked absolutely and thoroughly pissed off.

He still wore the same leather cut that she always loved on him, only it now proudly said V. President, which it hadn't yet when she left, although they both know it would someday. He stopped for a second seemingly checking if his vision wasn't screwing him over and Stephanie smiled at him.

"Hi Jax," she breathed and slowly a smile replaced his angry look.

All he had to do was open his arms and she was in it as soon as she could run in them.

She felt his arms close her in and she couldn't help but close her eyes, taking in his scent. It was exactly like she remembered, a mix of motor-oil, leather, cigarettes and the same aftershave he had been using since he was old enough to shave.

She sighed, it was good to be home...

And before you roll your eyes, no, Jax and her never were even remotely romantically involved. But that didn't mean she never had been crushing on him like crazy. It all started in middle school. But then came high school and Jax grew hot while she grew…pimply… as Juice calls it.

Being the prince of Charming, of SAMCRO, meant he had girls lining up for him and he was soooo out of her league it wasn't even funny.

And then his mother married her uncle, technically making them family. So she was happy with the friendship she got from him.

They were best friends till Tara freakin' Knowles got in between them. They never really fought or anything, but since he 'needed' to spent so much time with Tara, they just grew apart.

"Missed you," Jax mumbled in her hair and she nodded.

"Missed you too," was all she answered.

"Oh God, Stef?" she heard a voice behind Jax and noticed a guy with a familiar looking beard.

"Opie?"

To her disgust, Jax let her out of his arms, she really didn't like that… but Opie picked her back up, hugging her to the point she could barely breath.

"Ope, need to breath," she mumbled in his shoulder and the guy released her at once.

"God, it has been so long," Opie said and Stephanie nodded.

"Way to long," Jax whispered in her ear and hugged her again, this time from behind as she was still facing Opie, who was still in the door-opening.

"What brings you back?" Opie seemed to do most of the talking now, and while Jax wanted to know too, he was comfortable with him just holding her for awhile, he really needed his best friend right now. His life was in such a mess right now, with Abel being born so premature with all kinds of problems, things with the club were shaky and Jax could honestly say he was feeling a little lost since he found the manuscript his father wrote.

"Long story, need some help, the SAMCRO kind" she seemed to say this mostly to Jax, who nodded.

"What happened?" he suddenly seemed to notice she was basically dead on feet.

"Lets wait for uncle Clay, I only want to do this story once." Which told Jax that whatever was going on was pretty bad, Stephanie had never had any trouble with talking about anything.

There we go, my first chapter in my first story of Sons Of Anarchy. I really hope you liked it. Please let me know what you think and let me know if you want to adopt one of my stories!!

Lots of love

XOXO