First thing I should put out there is that I started watching SOA a few days before New Year's Eve to keep my sanity while I wait for The Walking Dead to return and I'm on the early episodes of Season 5 now. Binge watching pays off!

I'm keeping the story line mainly the same, but I'll be going off-script from the show just to focus on my OC and Tig. The main priority of the club is getting money for the treasury to pay for everything.

Tara is in Chicago and Wendy is still out of the picture. Opie's about to get out of prison and I'll shed some light on Donna and his kids when he comes into play. Deputy Hale's death is either going to be prolonged or he'll just never make an appearance. I actually like his character.

Half-Sack's death is being debated too because he was a great character and I don't want to let him go. I'm contemplating on adding a Kozik Patch-In scene in here, but and he's gonna be besties with Tig :3

First SOA fic too, so go easy on me
Warning for lots of cursing and slurs as well as smut and all the usual SOA stuff,
Enjoy

X~Clay~X

There was something picking at me today. From the second I woke up, throughout the day and all through the meeting with the boys, something was buzzing round in my head that today was an important day. It wasn't Gemma's birthday. I'd never forget that and she'd sink her manicured nails into my dick before she tore it off if I did. That ruled out an anniversary too. It wasn't Jax's birthday or any of the boys', today wasn't a holiday of any sort and it wasn't time to pay the bills. There was no town social going on because Gemma would've told me a few days in advance and again, she would've ripped my dick off if I forgot about it. There weren't any deals for me to attend, no trouble in town that needed the help of the Sons, so what in God's name made today so goddamn important?

The carnival was opening up and we were probably going to stop by tomorrow or later in the week to have some fun, but that wasn't anything important. Whatever my mind vaguely remembered made me feel like it had something to do with family, but there wasn't anything going on or needed attention in the family. I was already losing my hands, maybe I was starting to lose my marbles too.

We were at the clubhouse now and my main concern was getting together the rest of the money to pay our supplier and to stock up the treasury. With everything we had, what we could take from the shop and what the boys chipped in, we were still a few grands short and we didn't have a lot of time left to deliver. If we couldn't pay, our guns were going to be sold to the runner-up just like that. We were dirt broke at the moment and unless someone was planning on robbing a bank today, I don't know how we were going to scrape up the rest of this cash. Of course, nobody else was thinking about that because everyone was focused on the party tonight and all the pussy prancing around. The one thing on the boys' mind was getting their dicks wet and nothing was going to fuck up that mindset for them, not even ending a decade long partnership with our gunman because we couldn't pay up.

I was sitting at the bar and Half-Sack put a beer in front of me, giving me a pat on the arm. The boys probably knew I wasn't in the best of moods today and it wasn't just because of our current money situation. It was me being frustrated at myself because I couldn't place why the hell today was so important and it was giving me a goddamn headache. Juice just walked past me and I swear to God he had pounds of pot stuffed in his pockets. I wouldn't put it past him if he did because I've seen him space the fuck out at random times and he'd almost always smell like he rolled around in a bed of weed. Then again, Juice wasn't exactly a normally functioning guy...

Speaking of smells, that fucking stench was still in here and nobody had the slightest clue as to what it was. A possum probably died in the goddamn ceiling.

I popped the cap off my beer, took a swig and turned around to look at our clubhouse. The boys and some friends of the Club were spread out around it, talking about this or that. Chibs and Tig were leaning on a beam and sipping beers. Bobby was sitting on the couch near the pool table and he was strumming his guitar. It sounded like he was singing something, but he was muttering it and his deep singing voice didn't help me to place the words. Happy and Juice were sitting on the pool table and they were smoking as they watched him, either quietly singing along or just listening to what Bobby was singing.

Happy came back to us at the beginning of the week and he was waiting on a call for a hit, said he'd give us some of the money he got. He's told me that another Tacoma member was getting his transfer papers to come back to us and I was waiting on Tig's reaction to see his best friend again. I'd have to make sure Chibs was stocked on medical gear because there were going to be a lot of fights.

Jax was the only one who wasn't in here, but I think he was in his room sleeping or getting his head together. Hell, maybe he was getting a head start on our little party tonight and had some Crow Eater in there with her lips wrapped around his dick. There were a few sweetbutts who were around all day with the other hang-arounds and everyone knows how much of a Ladies Man the charming Jackson Teller is, so it wouldn't take anything for him to get a woman. Jax has been trying his damnedest to push his beloved high school sweetheart out of his head. Tara skipped town a few years ago and Jax still hasn't been in his right mind since she left. Gemma says she'd better not see the bitch again because there was going to be Hell to pay for breaking her baby boy's heart.

"Bobby, c'mere a sec." I called and he nodded, coming over.

"You alright, Clay?" He asked and Half-Sack came to our end with a beer for him, leaning against the wall as he cleaned a glass. "You've been a little off today."

"What is today?"

"The 16th, Friday."

"No, no. I mean 'what's today' as in what's happening today? What's going on?"

"Nothin' I can think of, nothin' important anyway. We handled what we could, got the important shit settled, somehow managed to keep the lights on and stock the bar. We can kick back tonight. Why, you made plans or somethin'?"

"Hell if I know." I took a swig of the bottle and Bobby raised an eyebrow at me. "I feel like something's scheduled for today."

"Something is scheduled for today. Tonight, actually." Chibs said and came behind the bar with his bottle in his hand, slinging an arm around Half-Sack's shoulders. "Tonight brothers, we will be hosting a nonstop Pussy Party!"

The rest of the boys cheered or did some kind of catcall of approval and I shook my head, chuckling. Horny teenagers is what my boys were. Maybe I was just overthinking things and nothing was happening today, I was just being paranoid.

Chibs got my mind of whatever the hell it was that I was trying to remember and Jax joined us after a few minutes. All the boys were at the bar now and they were talking about who was coming tonight or who'd they'd be getting into, but I couldn't ignore that putrid fucking stench any longer.

"What the fuck is that smell?!" I coughed and got up from my stool, sniffing around to find where the hell that disgusting scent was coming from.

The boys were helping me look around and Jax followed me to the pool table because that's where that damn stench was coming from. Jax helped me pick the box up and set it on the table. The boys were coming over as I opened it and flinched back in disgust when I saw the severed fucking deer head sitting inside. The damn thing had flies buzzing around it.

"Tig, whatever kind of freaky fetish you got with dead animals-"

"Oh, so some someone finds an animal carcass and everyone points their fingers at me?" Tig tried to defend himself, but everyone pointed to him and started laughing. "All of you can gargle my nuts 'cause that's not mine. Besides, if I was going to keep a dead animal, I'd take the other end."

"I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that last part and don't care whose it is or why it's here. Get this thing outta here."

"Wait, wait! That's mine!" Half-Sack came through the group and grabbed the dead deer by the antlers, looking proud of the goddamn carcass. "Is it okay if I keep it?"

"He wants to fuck the severed deer head and I'm the freaky one." Tig muttered and everyone was snickering at him.

"Not for that, keep it for the clubhouse. I wanted it to be a surprise. I thought we could, you know, mount it on one of the walls and give the place more of a manly look."

"It's gotta be stuffed and treated first, you idiot." Jax said and everyone was laughing again. "You can't just stick that thing on the wall like that."

"I'll take care of it. Um...treated...treated with what? Treat it like it's sick or-" I was even laughing when Half-Sack said that and he looked confused, but he had a crooked smile on his face.

"You don't even eat meat. What use is that thing to you? Go throw it out."

Half-Sack looked pretty crestfallen to have to throw away that rotting animal, but he nodded and went to chuck that damn thing in the dumpster. The boys were teasing him about it as he left and when he came back, he started cleaning the spot the box was in to get rid of that deadly smell. I stayed at the pool table and listened to Bobby talk about one of his Elvis impersonation shows. He was giving me some info on another show he could do and he seemed pretty excited about it.

"How'd you get that name anyway, Half-Sack?" I heard a hang-around ask and I shook my head. This fucking story.

"I got my left nut blown off by an aper frag in Iraq." Of course, Prospect had no shame in coming to the middle of the room and pulling his pants down. He covered his dick and let everyone see his bare ass as well as the only ballsack he had left. "Look at that guy."

I'll be damned if all his pride wasn't in that single nut and everyone was so used to this that they were either laughing or shaking their heads, but nobody was shocked. Far from it really.

"Talk about a welcome home present." A woman's voice stopped everyone's laughter and all eyes were glued to the door.

Everyone knew that voice and it caught our attention because it wasn't some loudmouth sweetbutt talking her mouth off when she wasn't supposed to. That voice had everyone's attention because other than Half-Sack, who still had his pants around his ankles, everyone knew who that was. Her mugshot was up on the wall, her track record consisting mainly of multiple accounts of arson and assault, with the rest of ours and she had a room in the back that's been locked since the day she left. Seeing her though, it was a heart stopping sight.

She was about 5'5 1/2, the half-inch coming from her boots, and ranged from 120 to 130 pounds. She was between Jax and Juic's age, but Juice probably had a couple years on her. Thigh high jean shorts covered her slender, tattoo speckled legs that went into black knee high combat boots, a black tank hugged her torso, showing the eight-point star on her right shoulder to accompany the other tattoos she had decorating her arms, and her eyes were hidden behind a pair of black aviators. Her warm beige skin was complimented by her shoulder length lavender hair that fell between her shoulder blades. Over her left shoulder was the black leather strap of her denim canvas backpack and there was a grey suitcase with a black heart posted next to her. Her peach lips had a slight gloss to them, but were pulled up in a smirk.

I finally realized what the hell today was. That woman, that hell-spawn of a woman, was the reason today was so goddamn important. She came back home.

"I know I look good and everything, but damn. Pick your jaws up off the floor." She giggled and everyone got to see that million dollar smile which did nothing to snap us out of our trances. "This is how you greet family? For the love of Christ, can I get some love, boys?"

Juice and Jax were the firsts to trample each other to get to her with open arms, but she put her hand in their faces and pushed them away, making her way over to me. They should've known that was going to happen. Her smile got bigger as she got closer and I scooped her up in a tight hug, giving her a little spin. I heard her sweet laughter in my ear and it made me laugh too.

"Talia." I chuckled in her ear. "Welcome home, baby girl."

"It's good to be back." I set her down and she was still smiling like she was just crowned Miss USA.

I took her glasses off and those beautiful sea-green eyes were shining like gems, just like I remembered. She didn't have her face caked up in makeup either, just a bit of eyeliner and mascara. She didn't need makeup because her natural beauty was more than enough to make a grown man fall to his knees.

"It's been too damn long, girl. Let me look at you." I took her hand and gave her a spin, whistling with the others at her beautiful body. She definitely wasn't a kid anymore. I wrapped her arm around her waist and she was leaning on my chest, still smiling at everyone. "You're stayin' for good, right?"

"Damn right."

"How long have you been here?"

"Couple hours. I went to see Mom and Luann, said hi to some old faces around town. Speaking of me being here," She snatched her arm from my grasp and turned to me, poking a finger in my chest. "I told you when I was coming back and I don't get a goddamn welcome wagon, an escort, nothing!"

She poked me every few times as she continued chewing me out about not picking her up and she had the right to. She sent me a letter a while ago saying when she'd be back and if I could've remembered what the hell I was supposed to do today, I would've had a nice welcoming party waiting to bring her home. She was always a feisty little firecracker and that dark eyebrow was loaded for me. All I could to was put my hands up in surrender and hoped she'd have mercy on me because this girl's mouth was horrible.

When Talia heard the snickers of the others she turned to them, her balled fists on her hips.

"Don't think any of y'all all off the damn hook either! I should break my boot off in all your asses! After everything I've done for this goddamn club, I can't even get a ride home. Know what? I'm taking my pretty ass back to Russia! Idi na fig!(Kiss my ass) I'm out!"

She took her glasses from me and put them on, flipping everyone the bird as she started walking to the front door. The boys were complaining about her leaving and telling her to come back, but she was already at the door and she slammed it closed. Tig jogged after her and after a minute, I heard her laughter get louder as he brought her back. He kicked the door open and had Talia over his shoulder like a prize.

"Runnin' away from me without giving me a hug and you're cursing? I should put you over my knee and tan your ass, girl."

"Won't be much of a punishment." Talia giggled. Tig smiled and gave her a pat on the ass before he set her down.

Talia gave him a long hug and went to do her rounds to the others, giving Bobby a long one like she did with me. I looked around and noticed Happy leaning on a beam a few feet from me, silently watching her with a smirk on his face. I whistled and caught Talia's attention just as she stopped smothering Juice with kisses Juice. I nodded to Happy and she looked like she couldn't believe he was there. I had to wonder how long it's been since they last saw each other.

I saw the content tears fill Talia's eyes as she slowly walked over to him and he started to meet her. When they stood in front of each other, they just started at each other for a minute before Happy had her wrapped up in his arms in a tight embrace. Talia's head was buried in his chest and she was saying something that was muffled by his shirt, but he could hear her and he was smiling, kissing her hair every few seconds. He whispered something back into her ear that either made her cry in happiness or laugh, maybe both.

Happy pulled back and wiped the cheerful tears from her cheeks. He gave her another kiss on the head and turned her around, his arm around her shoulders. Our girl was back where she belonged, with her family. Talia noticed Half-Sack still standing there slightly bent over with his pants down and his hand covering his dick. She glanced up at Happy and he shrugged at her. She walked to Half-Sack and he was gazing at her like she just stepped out of his wildest dreams.

"Any reason why your pants are down, sweetheart?"

"There was a- I was showing- I only got- Someone asked me to...I only got one nut."

"Took you long enough." Jax muttered and the boys chuckled.

"Can I see it?" Talia asked, her nose scrunching in curiosity. Half-Sack moved his hand a bit to let her see it and she cocked her head to the side, looking very interested. "That looks like it was blown off. You were messing with cherry bombs or somethin'?"

"Frag grenade in Iraq." That just sparked more interest and Talia smiled at him.

"And um, how good are you with using what you've got left?" She asked in a soft, sultry voice and put 2 fingers under Half-Sack's chin, making him stand up with his pants clutched in his hand. "'Cause I'd love to show you my gratitude for your time in service."

"Give the kid a break before he busts his last nut, Tal." Bobby laughed and Talia smiled at him.

"I can't help it. He's so cute!" She chirped and pinched his cheek.

Half-Sack was probably close to creaming himself from how he was staring at her. Talia had that effect on men, a few words and a touch were all it took to get them under her spell. Half-Sack was in deep, real deep, but he smiled at her while he was trying to pull his pants up.

"Talia, baby, princess. You look beautiful, the Devil's most perfect creation." Jax started and took her hand, kissing it. She shot me a glance and I laughed. "Do you know how much I missed you? The days just weren't the same without you here."

"What do you want, Teller?"

"We're having a Pussy Party tonight and you're gonna hook us up, right?"

"Tell your Cara Cara girls to come over."

"We need variety, sis."

"None of you had the decency to pick me up, so why should I bring some sexy, all natural and incredibly horny girls here for you to play with?"

"Because the party's for you, darlin'. What better way to welcome you back home?"

"Whatever, Jax." She took her hand out of his grasp and took a seat at the bar. Jax followed behind her and was still trying to convince her to bring some more ass tonight.

Before she came back, Talia had a brothel/escort service up in West Park with some of the most naturally gorgeous girls in all of Charming, maybe in all of California. The man running it before her return was deemed trustworthy by Chibs, said he was a friend of a friend Talia's Russian trainer. The Kitten's Den was a pretty popular place and as the name states, Talia's girls are the Kittens. Those girls really start purring when their clients come around and they're especially euphoric with us, free of charge too. Jax though, the girls loved he and Bobby. Those cats had the experience of porn-stars too, they could do it all. Her girls were a bit pricey due to their experience, but they were well worth it. Actually, Talia said did business with Luann and sold some girls to her porn company and they were officially porn-stars now.

Talia's place was really discreet and they were under our protection in case any shit went down, had a little panic button to push if they needed us. The Kittens were damn good at spying too, eavesdropping or getting information from their clients. Those girls had info on every customer who came in there or who they went to see, meaning they had dirt on everyone in town as well as every single cop in the station, so they weren't going to give her any trouble. Her place has never gotten 1 complaint and there were no problems.

With Talia being back home, I had to wonder what shit was going to turn up once word got out that the princess of Charming has come back to her kingdom. She always found jobs for us to do and she was a perfect thief. Our girl was a little outlaw Bounty Hunter, kidnapping, delivering or sniping whomever she needed too for a nice profit.

Maybe she could get us the rest of the cash we needed...