A/N: This story will follow the episodes, but there will be a lot of additional scenes that are not in the show, plus changes to the scenes that are. Some episodes may also be skipped over and occasionally used for flashbacks at a later date, but we shall see. I would love to know what you think :)

Season: 1 Episode: 1

I sat at the bar while Kip cleaned behind it to busy himself. The boys were in the other room, I'd only been in there once before, but I could tell you with complete confidence who would be sat there. Sons of anarchy or not there was always some kind of order among them. There was no way to see into the room, but I could visualise it and what they might be saying. After the Mayans' little stunt I knew this meeting was important, Opie being roped into it only confirmed that.

Suddenly the door to the other room opened up slightly. Before it did fully I hopped down from my stool and gave a little whisper to let Kip know that they were finished. He instantly looked at the stock and I knew he was getting Clay's drink ready for him at the very least. I moved away as Clay came over with Bobby.

"You doing alright, darlin'?"

I looked up a little as Jax put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side. "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"

He shook his head. He tried to look confident, but his eyes said it all, he wasn't coping. "You're the kid."

"I'm twenty-three," I defended.

He didn't say anything, just smiled. I knew in his eyes I'd always be the kid. I shook my head for a moment before letting it roll back slightly to rest against his shoulder. "You should go and see that son of yours."

"There's nothing I can do."

I didn't press the matter any further. I knew that was what was worrying him. The kid had barely been in the world that long and already his chances were shit. I couldn't blame Jax really.

When I didn't respond he just pulled me further into him and put his other arm around me, momentarily hugging me. I buried my face into the fabric of his hoodie as he held me for a moment before pulling away.

I kept my head down as he left. When I looked up again Opie had taken Jax's place. He fiddled with his hat for a moment, nervously. He looked the same, but he also looked different. Lately it felt longer and longer between each time I saw him.

"Hey, Zoey."

I smiled then and it brought out his own smile too. He pulled me into him, his arms wrapping around my waist as mines went around his neck. He lifted me off of the ground slightly and I held on for dear life, giggling slightly at how tightly he held onto me.

"You never could stay away from the club," I commented as he set me back down and stepped back a little to look at me.

"I missed you, Zo."

We just shared another smile then. It felt great to have him back. He never really left, but he was definitely distancing himself from the club. I needed him just like the rest of them. Part of me understood why he was doing it and why Donna didn't want him in the club, but in that selfish way I needed him around. In that moment I felt like I could trust him again.

"I'm going," I argued.

My foot was in the van. It was in the way so that they couldn't shut the side door. Clay looked pissed, but seemed to accept that simply telling me to go wasn't going to work.

"Half-Sack and Bobby aren't here, Gemma will be at the hospital or something," I explained, motioning a little too much with my hands. "I'm not a kid, I'm going."

"Old ladies don't get involved in shit like this," Tig reminded.

"I'm nobody's old lady," I shot back. "I'm in this club because my daddy was a good business partner. I grew up with his club and I appreciate you all taking me in when I came to you a few years back, but there's no reason why I can't help you with this."

"You think you're ready for this?" Clay asked.

"I think this could go tits up," I admitted, ignoring the condescending tone he had. "But I'm not going to let you face it alone."

"What makes you think it's going to go tits up?" Chibbs asked.

"You're a man short."

Jax and I shared a look. I had noticed right away that Opie wasn't there. It was the very reason why I wanted to come along. I could guess why he wasn't there and I could guess it was all good intentions but I could slowly feel that trust I thought I found in him again slipping away.

Eventually Clay motioned with his head for me to get inside. It was the lesser of two evils. I happily obliged and jumped right into the van, even closing the door behind me myself. As I sat next to Jax I knew he wasn't happy, but I needed to do this. Samcro helped me when I needed them, now it was time to return the favour.