A/N: Hey there folks of the world, and the Sons of Anarchy world! It's great to be here, and I'm really excited about this story. I kid you not, I've been thinking about this story since about mid-June, and it's all because of a very intricate dream I had. I've been working out the little things for my story since then, which is why it's October and I'm just now getting something up. I hope I do SoA justice because this is my first SoA story. Now this chapter may be slow, but towards the end is when things pick up a bit. Oh and, this will take place before season four, and after season three. We might move into the season four chaos. I haven't decided yet. So for now, sit back and enjoy the read. Please review. It gives me confidence to keep going.

Like Father, Like Daughter

Chapter One: "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

[DREAM]

Alexandra sat happily on the living room floor playing with her Barbies. She was waiting for her mother to get home. Her mother worked at the local grocery store here in Charming. Alex heard the front door open rather quickly, and it startled not only her, but her babysitter as well. It was mid-June so Alex didn't have school. She looked up to see her mother standing there looking troubled.

"What's wrong mama?" She asked. She always was a very inquisitive child.

Her mother walked over to the babysitter – a neighbor girl from a few houses down – and handed her a one hundred dollar bill. "Thank you Alyssa, for all your help. There's something that I have to do, so I won't need your help anymore. I'm sorry for the extremely sorry for the short notice." The way her mother said it, it felt rushed – panicked almost.

Alex stood this time. She cocked her little hands on her tiny hips and repeated herself. Louder this time, "Mama, what's happening?"

As Alyssa walked out the door, Marguerite stopped as she heard her daughter's indignant little voice this time. With a gasp she tried to answer calmer than the rushed tone she had used with Alyssa.

"Honey, I know you won't understand now, but you will one day soon. I have to get you and me out of here. We won't be going far, just to visit Uncle Happy and the Sons up there." She paused for a moment and looked at her baby's determined face. The face that she made, that made her look so much like her father. Yeah… there was no denying that kid was his. Marguerite felt – as she looked at Alexandra – a piece of her heart break. She knew her baby was going to grow up to be one hell of a woman. Her baby was going to be so much like her father. Marguerite accepted that day, that her baby was more like him than her.

"Come on baby. Let's get the important stuff now. The rest will be sent up to us by Auntie Gemma." She sighed and wrapped her arm around Alex's shoulders as they headed down the hallway.
[END]

Alex's eyes popped open as the dream slowly faded away leaving the edges of her mind feeling fuzzy. She felt the blanket that still covered her from the night before. She knew that she was still in her apartment in Tacoma, the one that she shared with her best friend – basically sister – Kimberly, also known as Kimber.

She had met Kimber sometime within the first two weeks that she was living in Tacoma. All the other girls on her block seemed too girly, and not the type of friends she would hang out with. No surprise those girls were now sweetbutts. All except the girl who lived two houses to the right of hers.

Alex slipped out of her little reverie and could smell coffee brewing in the – tiny, but homey – kitchen of the apartment. She smiled because that meant Kimber was still up from last night. It was her Friday to be bartender at the party. Alex sighed to herself. Chibs and a couple of the Charming guys were up visiting for some reason or another. That meant that Kimber didn't get anything done after about 12:30. She would have to go in about two hours early to clean up before the guys started to head in. She shook her head, smiled, and then threw the covers off of her.

Walking through the small hallway, she ran her hand through her nearly midnight black hair and walked into the kitchen. Kimber was sitting at the small table with the tv on as background noise. Her head was in her hands, and Alex smirked. Alex suddenly slammed her hands down on the table and laughed.

"Good mornin' sunshine!"

"Oh Christ Alex! Really? Must you be so loud?"

"Yes Kimberly. I must. How's Chibsy boy doin'?" Alex smirked – more of a knowing smile – sat down, and propped her feet up on the empty side of the table.

"He's good," Kimber smiled far away like, "really good."

"Anything exciting happen last night?"

"No not really. It was your normal, run of the mill, Friday night party at the clubhouse." She paused for a minute. "Oh and Mar came looking for you last night."

"Did she say what she needed?"

"No. She just said she needed to talk to you."

"Why didn't she just call me, or come here?"

Kimber shrugged, "I don't know. She said she would stop by the bar later when you were there."

Alex nodded and figured she should go and get ready. It was already breaching on one. The guys would be milling about soon. She walked back into her orange bedroom and straight to her closet. She felt like being comfortable today, she picked out a female version of the SAMCRO shirt (a present from Jax a while ago), medium-wash jeans, and her boots. She threw on one of Happy's old hoodies that he had given to her. She then threw on some eyeliner and mascara, and walked out into the living room. Kimber was fast asleep on the couch. Alex covered her up, left a note and headed to the clubhouse.

SoASoA

Alex had been cleaning for about an hour and a half, and she was almost ready for her shift. She figured the place was almost spotless – except for a few questionable stains that have never come out – so she was going to stop for a bit and enjoy herself a cigarette. He sat on the bar stool and lit one up. She enjoyed the feel of the nicotine touching her system for the first time that day. She blew the light whitish-blue smoke out into the air and smiled as she closed her eyes. She heard the bar door open and close. She peeked her eyes open to see who it was, and saw her mom, along with Happy, Clay, Jax, Opie, Juice, her father, Bobby, and Chibs.

Her eyebrows furrowed, "What's happenin' mama?"

"These guys need to talk to you. That's why I was lookin' for you last night."

Happy looked at her father and gave him a not so gentle nudge in her direction. "She's beautiful, ain't she Tig?"

Tig just stared at Alex – named the feminine version after him including his last name – and was shocked. She was so beautiful. Obviously she was nothing like her sisters. For that fact, he was proud of.

"Mar… you've raised our kid good. I can't thank you enough." He walked the rest of the way over to Alex, who felt slightly awkward at the moment with all the staring at her, and hugged to ferociously tight. He looked into her almost midnight blue eyes, "Alexandra Payton, I'm so proud of you." Then he hugged her again extremely tight.

"Pop," she let out a wheezing cough, "it helps if I'm still breathing." He let her go quickly, and they all chuckled.

The thing about Tig, he was very much involved in Alex's life – even though it was from afar. There was no animosity, or hard feelings. Alex understood why her mom moved them. Marguerite Cooper loved Alexander Trager with her whole heart, her whole being even. Marguerite knew that Tig would never be the type to settle down completely, and she accepted it. It still hurt though, so she wanted away from Tig. Not completely though because she still wanted her daughter under the Sons protection, but far away enough that she wouldn't be constantly reminded of her heartache. She talked to Tig, and that was when he set up a plan with Happy.

Alex looked at her mom, "Thanks for bringin' 'em to me mom. I'll stop by the house later for dinner or somethin'." Her mom nodded and went on her way. Taking a puff on the forgotten cigarette, she smiled at her dad and the guys she grew up knowing, "So gentlemen. What can I do for you on this lovely afternoon?"