Summary: Samantha Winston grew up in Charming, and being the daughter of one of the original nine founders of SAMCRO had its advantages, Sam was involved in everything the club did, she went to meetings, and she road with the men. But, it came with it's disadvantages as well. The danger, the near constant hunting, the war. But throughout it all, Sam loved it. She loved the people, wthe bikes, the club's. And then she got excepted into her dream collage, and her family were defiantly not going to let her pass up this opportunity. But now, two years later, Sam's in trouble and she's going back to the only place and the only people who make her feel safe. She's going back home, to Charming, to the Sons, to Jax.

Author's Note: This story starts a few months before the pilot episode, it will end up merging with season one of the show though, so we're going to be seeing a lot of action in upcoming chapters so stay tuned! Also, please note that Tara is not going to be a major character in this story, sorry Tara lovers but she's not going to be in here a lot and she will not end up with Jax.

WARNINGS: Rated M because I'm paranoid and this is the Sons of Anarchy people.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Sons of Anarchy, all I own is this story and my OC's.

~Prologue~

June 23rd, 1993

The rain was drizzling down, and it seemed like the sky itself was crying. Of course, if it had been it would have had every right to. Because, on the twenty-third of June, 1993 the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original Charter mourned the loss of two of their greatest members. President John Teller had been hit by a semi and died two days later, while at the same time Mrs. Abigail Winston had been killed in a drive-by shooting by the club's rivals, the Mayans.

Side by side, dressed formally in all black, were the children of the two deceased. Harry 'Opie' Winston stood silently next to his younger sister by one year, Samantha 'Sam' Winston. Sam, dressed in a long black dress, stood huddled between her brother and her best friend, Jackson 'Jax' Teller. Jax was the son of John Teller and had been nicknamed 'The Prince of Charming and the SOA', he was also the best friend of both of the Winston siblings, not to mention the prophesied 'old man' of Sam or 'The Princess of Charming and the SOA'.

But today wasn't a day for jokes, laughter, and prophesied loves. Today was a day of sadness and mourning, and for the three friends that was all they were going to do.

Sam had tears running down her face as she watched six of the original nine club members carry John Teller's casket to the six-year hole in the ground next to her mother's grave and casket. John was like a second father to her, it hurt her knowing that he wasn't coming back just as bad as it hurt knowing that her mother would never be coming back.

Jax, seeing the tears running down his best friend's face, gently put his arm around her, holding her close as if to protect her from the pain. Jax too was hurting, but he wasn't going to cry, not in public at least. Opie moved closer to the two of them, seeing the pain written over his friend and sister's face, while knowing that the same pain was written all over his own.

The mourners, an assembly of the Sons, their out of state charters, and friends, listened as the minister read verses from the bible and as the two caskets were buried in the ground. People payed their respects to the deceased and the families of said people before everyone began to make their way back to the Teller-Morrow. But Sam, Jax, and Opie lingered.

"I'm going to head back to the clubhouse, be with Pop. You guys, you... take as long as you want." Opie said softly, Jax met Opie's eyes and nodded, tightening his arm around Sam as she sniffles softly. Opie walked off towards his bike slowly, unsure if he should really leave the two alone. It wasn't that he didn't trust Jax, he just knew how much the both of them were hurting. He shook his head at his own worries and insecurities before striding off, climbing onto his bike, and speeding off down the road and back to the clubhouse.

Jax and Sam stood side by side, huddled together under a single black umbrella as they silently stared at the two freshly dug graves and cold marble tombstones. "Why'd this have to happen Jax?" Sam asked, breaking the silence. "I don't know Sam, I don't know." Jax said, pulling her closer and tenderly kissing her forehead before leading her away from the graves of two people they'd loved.

January 16th, 1996

It was finally that day. The day Sam and Jax were going to be patched in as official members of the Sons of Anarchy, all though they were more or less members anyhow. Because they were both the children of two of the original nine, neither of them had to prospect thankfully, and Sam was also going to be getting some leeway. Unlike the other woman in the club, Sam was going to be directly involved with the inner workings and business of the club, she was also going to be riding with the men, all while also having the benefits of being a woman in the club.

When the two eighteen year-olds walked into the clubhouse that day, they found Gemma Teller waiting for them. Gemma was like a second mother to Sam, and treated her like the daughter she'd never had. The moment the two had stepped through the door, Gemma swept down on them like a hawk. Squabbling on about how proud she was and how, even though it was their party, the two of them most certainly were helping before and after the party. Thankfully, Clay Morrow saved them.

Clay had been patched in as President by a hospital ridden John Teller a day before he died, and Clay had chosen to make Jax his Vice President the moment Jax was patched in, which just so happened to be today.

"Alright Gem, leave the kids alone. It's almost time." Clay said, walking up behind Gemma and grinning at the two suddenly nervous eighteen year-olds. The moment he said that Gemma flew into a tizzy, rushing about to get ready for the arrival of the other charters. Seeing that she was momentarily distracted, Clay took the opportunity to steal Jax and Sam away. He lead them back to the meeting room, otherwise known as 'The Church', where a couple other Sons were waiting.

"Ah! Jackie Boy! Samantha darling!" Filip 'Chibs' Telford cheered in his Scottish accent when Clay, Sam, and Jax walked into the room. Sam glared at him, "It's Sam, Chibs. Got it?" Sam said in a threatening tone. Chibs laughed and held up his hands in an 'I surrender' motion, "What's got you all worked up love?" He asked. Sam just glared at him as she collapsed into a chair with a huff. "Aww, is the Princess nervous about being patched in?" Alex 'Tig' Trager said, coming up behind Sam and leaning over the chair to kiss her cheek playfully. Sam glared at him and slapped him away. The others in the room laughed. Everyone settled into chairs around the table to wait for the other charters to arrive.

"What about you Prince? You nervous about today?" Juan 'Juice' Carlos asked. Jax took a drag of his cigarette and blew out his smoke before laughing, "Me? Nervous? No way man." Sam snorted from her chair next to him. "Yeah, right. That's why you've smoked four cigarettes in the past five minutes. And why you're legs been bouncing up and down since the moment you sat down." Jax glared at her playfully, "Shut up Samantha." Sam glared and shoved him, slapping the back of his head gently. "It's Sam." Juice, Chibs, and Tig groaned. "Make 'em stop Clay, I'm gonna barf." Juice fake gagged. "Will the two of you please quite flirting and just screw each other already?" Tig said. Jax and Sam glared, "Shut up, Tig."

Minutes later Jax and Sam stood in front of the entire SAMCRO, their brother and sister charters, and friends of the club. Clay stood in front of them, and with the entire SOA community as witness, they were handed their cuts and patched in as official members of the Sons of Anarchy. That night they partied hard, and it would later be written down and remembered as one of the wildest parties in SOA history.

Present Day Time

Thirty year-old Samantha 'Sam' Winston hurriedly stuffed handfuls of clothes into one of her two large duffel bag. Tears were streaming down her bruised face and she used a shaking hand to roughly brush them away. She stuffed the last of her clothes into the bag hastily before throwing a thick wad of cash into the bag followed by three framed photos that had been sitting on her dresser.

One of the photos was of herself as a sixteen year-old girl and her parents with her twin brother in front of their house; another was of a seventeen year-old her and a bunch of boys and men standing in front of a large sign that read: 'Teller-Morrow Auto Body and Repair' with bikes behind them; and the final photo was of a nineteen year-old girl in a large grey hoodie with a black leather cut, sitting behind a stunning nineteen year-old man in a black hoodie with the same sort of leather cut with a Vice President patch, the both of them grinning at each other and not the camera.

Sam gave a watery smile at the photos before her plain black mobile rang, she froze and hurried to pick up the phone, only for her face to gain a horrified and utterly terrified look when she read the caller ID. She threw the mobile into the bag as if it had burned her. She zipped the two black bags, looked around the room to make sure she hadn't forgotten something important, before slinging the bags over one shoulder each and practically running out the door of her campus apartment, keys to her car on hand.

She ran to the car, throwing the bags in the backseat of the dark blue BMW before getting into the car and slamming the door behind her. Her hands shook and she nearly dropped her keys as she tried to fit them into the if motion before finally fitting them into the slot and starting the vehicle. The moment the car was running, she was peeling out of the parking lot and down the highway off of campus and out of Washington, D.C for good.

Author's Note: Whelp, there you have it. The prologue for Midnight Rider. Now, the first two parts of the story were flashbacks. The first was of the funeral service for Jax's father, John Teller, and Sam and Opie's mother, Abigail Winston. And the last flashback was of when Sam and Jax were patched in. I know that in the show she left Charming with Opie and he came back when he was grown up, but in this story their biological mother was named Abigail and the woman who left with Opie is his and Sam's step-mother. Anyhow, Sam is running from something but the question is what? Anybody got any ideas? If you think you know or you just want to tell me what you think about the story so far please leave me a comment, I love them! Bye bye for now!~ E.S.