~ Main POV ~

It had been 5 years since I had been home. I had been off doing random sniping jobs all over the country for different people, as well as working in a tattoo shop for 2 of those years. I sighed, slipping my sunglasses over my face and a slow smile spread across my lips at the thought. I was 28 now, I wasn't a baby anymore, and I couldn't wait to get back to my rightful home. I turned up my cars volume as the Hinder CD began playing. I smirked to myself as I passed the 'Welcome to Charming!' sign.

~3rd person POV~

It was relatively quiet in the Teller-Morrow lot, except for the low volume of the music coming from the stereo and the men talking as they fixed the cars. The noise was broken as they all heard loud music approaching them, each one heading out towards the lot. A sleek black mustang pulled in, Hinders' 'All American Nightmare' blasting through the cars speakers. It squealed to a stop, the music cutting a second later. Suddenly the door opened and a woman stepped out.

She was about 5' 5, lightly tanned skin, waist length deep brown hair, and covered in tattoos. She was wearing a black corset top, and a pair of black short shorts, with a pair of black knee-high boots. She was curvy in all of the right ways, her clothing accentuating each curve even more. She turned, seeing all of the men in the opening of the garage staring at her and turned, leaning back into her car.

~Main POV~

I leaned over into my car, grabbing my purse and my keys, then stood back up, removing my sunglasses from my face, tossing them into my car. I slammed the door, walking towards the men.

"Well hello there boys. Care to tell me where Gemma is?" I asked, smirking.

"Sorry love, no can do. What business you have with her?" a man with a very distinct Irish accent asked, who I recognized as Chibs.

I blinked, looking around at all of the men that were my family.

"None of you recognize me? Seriously?" I asked, looking around as all of them shook there heads, looking at her in utter confusion. I shook my head, and rolled my eyes. I pulled out a phone and dialed a number, putting a hand on my hip, my eyebrows scrunched in frustration.

"Jax, where the hell are you?" I snapped, running a hand through my hair.

"Shit! I fucking forgot you were coming home today… I'm in Stockton, give the phone to Chibs." He said, sighing.

I rolled my eyes and turned, shoving the phone towards Chibs.

"The dumbass would like to speak with you." I said, handing him the phone fully and then crossing my arms over my chest.

"Hello?"

"Alright, as you have probably figured out by now, my lovely sister Jessica has come home. My mom probably called her to help with some shit or something. But I need you to get her situated in the clubhouse for me, alright?"

"Yeah, alright Jackie-boy. I can do that for ya."

"Thanks man, I'll be there in a few hours. Just make sure she stays out of trouble."

"Will do boy-o. See you soon."

Chibs hung up the phone and handed it to me, before smiling and looking at the other guys.

"Well then, looks like the princess of Charming finally came home." He said, causing me to groan and shake my head.

"Oh you shut up. I hate that damn nickname you all gave me back in High School. Got me suspended twice." I said, smirking at him.

He laughed, shaking his head and walking forward, arms open.

"Oh, I missed you lass. Come on then, give me a proper hug." He said, smiling.

I laughed, walking over and wrapping my arms around him.

"I missed you too uncle." I said, pulling away. "Well? Where the hell is that mother of mine?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Office dear. As always." He said, smirking. I rolled my eyes, nodding and heading to the back.

"Well hey there Tiggy, what, you haven't been put in jail for rape yet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

He snorted, pointing a finger at me.

"Watch yourself there girly. I love ya, but shut it. And for your information, every woman has come willingly. No one can resist this charm." He said, smirking.

I rolled my eyes, shaking my head and waving him off, stepping into my moms' office.

~Tigs' POV~

I went back to working on the damn Chevy truck that Gemma had me on when Happy came over to me, nodding in the direction Jess went.

"What's her story?" He asked, looking at her, then back at me.

I looked up at him, eyebrow raised.

"That is Jessica. Jax's younger sister by about 4 years, and Clay's adoptive daughter. She was born 4 years before John died. She is exactly like Gemma, except she kills for a living. Why do you ask?" I said, looking at him.

He shrugged, looking steadily at her.

"Just curious." He said, looking over at me finally.

"Yeah, well, you stay away from that unless she's gonna be your god damn old lady, you got it?" I said, narrowing my eyes at him. I didn't give a fuck about his reputation, that girl was like my best friend.

"Why do you say that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Because, that one is not a hit it and quit it situation. You either commit or stay away, 'cause she doesn't put up with anyone's shit, and she sure as hell knows her position in this club. She gets hurt; you loose your right to be a part of this charter." I said, looking pointedly at him. I glanced at the clock afterwards and looked at him, patting his shoulder before heading towards the front to take my lunch.

~Jess' POV ~

"Well look here. Momma, I think you look better now then when I left." I said, smirking.

Her head shot up and she smiled, getting up quickly from her chair and wrapping her arms around me.

"My baby is home! Oh my… has your daddy seen you yet?" She asked, looking at me and running a hand over the side of my face.

I smiled and shook my head.

"Nope. Came and saw you first. Where is that big guy?" I asked, looking at her.

"In the clubhouse. Go on in with your things. All the guys should be in there for lunch about now." She said.

I laughed and nodded, turning and walking out of her office and heading back to my car, grabbing my 3 bags and heading towards the clubhouse. I walked in, the door slamming against the wall and went over to the bar, dropping my bags.

I looked towards the church doors and smirked, walking over and banging my fist on them. I opened the door and smiled at my dad.

"Well god, you think you would be relaxing at your age. But no… you still gotta be in charge, huh?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and smiling at him.

He stood up, smiling at me and came over, giving me a hug, kissing the top of my head as he did so.

"I missed you daddy." I whispered, looking up at him and giving him a small smile. He smiled back, kissing my forehead before releasing me.

"Go put your things in your room. Were going to be having church in an hour and you get to be a part of it." He said, smirking and swatting me away.

I laughed, grabbing my bag and headed down the hall of the clubhouse towards the dorm rooms. I stopped at my dad's bike, running a hand over it. I smiled, kissing the front light before moving down the hall to the last door. I smiled at the fact that it was blank and pulled out my keys, putting the one for this room in the lock. I unlocked the door and shoved it open, sighing as I looked around the room.

I flinched at the posters and other things from my teenage years on all the walls except for one that was filled with pictures. I blinked, dropping my bags and walking over, looking over all of them. Most of them were of Jax, Opie and I when I was in high school and while I was growing up. The rest were of the club and I, or old family photos when I was younger and my dad was still alive. There were a few of me with some old high school friends, and one from when I went to Nevada with Jax to visit our uncle at his charter. I was outside with a girl that was there named Cherry. We were laughing and holding onto each other and I smiled lightly at the memory.

"You alright Jessie?" Tig asked, causing me to jump and turn, nodding my head.

"Yeah, I'm good. It's just weird to be back after all this time." I said, sighing and pulling my hair up. I walked over to the far wall and looked up at it, then began tearing down posters. I wasn't that same girl that I was 5 years ago, I never would be again, and I needed this room to reflect who I am, not who I was.

I felt Tigs hand on my shoulder and I looked at him over my shoulder.

"I know how hard it has to be, for you to come home after all the shit that went down last time you were here. But it's a good thing that you did. Jax needs you here to keep his head on straight. He has this warped idea of how everything needs to change. Plus with Abel being in Ireland… we need you." He said.

I sighed, turning fully towards him, and hugged him tightly.

"It's alright Tigger, I got this. I know how to keep shit in order, remember?" I asked, smiling at him.

He laughed and nodded, throwing an arm around my shoulders.

"Let's head to church. Don't want that daddy of yours to get all testy." He said, laughing.

I shook my head, punching him in the arm.

"Shut up Tigger. Let's get our asses in there." I said, walking out of my room and down the hall, heading into the meeting room.

This should most definitely be interesting.

A/N: This takes place during season 3, right before they all head over to Ireland. Gemma does not have a warrant for her arrest. Happy is a part of the MC in this, and is only 38. Making him only 10 years older then Jessica. Also, the prospect never died when Abel was taken. He was given a serious injury, but he did not die from it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing SOA related, such as the characters that are in the show. Kurt Sutter and FX own them. I only own my OC's and plot line.