So, I was watching Deadliest Catch and I noticed the ad for the special Discovery was doing for a look inside a real Motorcycle Club. My brain began to hatch a plan, and I have developed a cross over story based on the Sons of Anarchy being the Club in the documentary. Please enjoy!

*I don't own anything except my OC.*

I finally found the exit, slamming the door open as I stepped out. My dad had dragged me along on this stupid event with him, saying it would be good "networking" for my modeling career. But, the only people not associated with the club at this place, were some fisherman that were on some show that also came on Discovery Channel. I pulled out my cigarettes and lit one up, taking a deep drag and leaning my head against the brick wall. I was closing my eyes, trying to relax, when the door opened. I looked over to see a muscular man with brown hair and a goatee walk out. He must be one of the fisherman. I tried not to sigh out loud. The last thing I wanted to do was small talk.

The door opened again and another man walked out, with shaggy black hair and also sporting a goatee. He was wearing a leather USA jacket and carried himself in a confident manner. Two more guys came out behind him, laughing and joking around with each other. "No way Mike." one of them said to the other. "Josh is totally hitting that. Right Dad?" he turned to the man in the jacket.

I was so done listening to this conversation and any hope of getting some peace and quiet was shot. Not to mention, I was getting a little cold out here. I was wearing my favorite ripped jeans, knee length leather boots, and a fitted black "Reaper Crew" t-shirt. I had left my black fitted leather jacket inside and there was a slight chill to the air. I ran my hands through my hair, throwing my cigarette on the ground and putting it out with my heel. I started towards the door, drawing attention to myself. I felt eyes on me as I walked, the sound of my heels clicking on the asphalt suddenly very loud. The first man that stepped out was the first to speak.

"Sorry to disturb you. Didn't mean to run you off." He said, offering me an apologetic smile. "I'm Scott."

I stopped and smiled back at him. "It's cool, I just needed some air." I ran my hand through my hair again, a nervous habit of mine. He seemed to zone in on the tattoo on my wrist and glancing up at my eyes, I saw his confused look. Oh great, he recognized me.

"You're Danielle Morrow, right?" I nodded my head slightly. "I saw you in Chopper magazine last month. That new Dyna looks pretty sick."

"Yea, call me Danni." I extended my hand to him, and he shook it. He was damn hot, but I didn't have time for a man right now. Especially couldn't pick one up when my dad was in the other room.

"Your old man one of the guys in there?" he asked. I raised my eyebrow at his usage of "MC" terms, but quickly brushed it off. Probably just a coincidence.

"Nah, my dad's charter president." I replied, realizing the only other one still paying attention to us was the man in the leather jacket.

"SAMCRO charter president?" he gestured to my wrist, where the letters were tattooed on it in large, flowing script. "That's a pretty big deal. Mother charter and all."

I raised my eye brow again, this time fixing him with a suspicious look. "You seem to know a lot about the Sons of Anarchy."

The other man seemed to finally realize what we were discussing. "You're involved in that Motorcycle Club in there?" he asked, taking in my appearance. "I'm John by the way."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You could say that. I do some modeling and my dad thought coming along with be good networking for me."

The door swung open, and this time I saw my stepbrother, Jackson Teller, walk out the door with his signature swagger. His blonde hair was down to his shoulders again, and he was sporting a scruffy beard. He was wearing his cut, and I saw both Scott and John's eyes drift to the patch on the front of it. "Vice President."

"Hey Dan, there you are. Clay's looking for ya." he said, stopping beside us, glaring at the two men. "Who are your friends?"

"This is Scott and John. And this jackass is my stepbrother, Jax." I slapped my brother on the shoulder, and headed for the door again. "I'll go see what Dad wants."

I walked back into the convention center and searched for the ballroom the event was being held in. I found it and slipped back inside, seeing my dad talking to some women in business suits. I casually walked over, brushing my long, wavy, blonde hair behind my shoulders. I stood beside my dad, acknowledging him in a silent greeting of raised chins. He put his left arm around me, letting his heavily ringed hand rest on my shoulder. "This is my daughter, Danielle." He introduced me to the two women. "This is Christina Welch and Hannah Judy. They are with Discovery's art department. They know some photographers and can get you some work."

I chatted with the two for a while, but found myself glancing around the room, searching for Scott. I finally spotted him and locked eyes with him. My heart rate increased, and I found myself shooting him a shy smile. I tried to concentrate on my conversation to no avail. I could feel his eyes on me. I excused myself from Christina and Hannah's presence and walked over to the bar. He met me there, standing behind me and leaning over me to order a beer. My breath caught at his close proximity, but I tried to ignore it. I needed to stop acting like a cat in heat. There was something incredibly sexy about this man. I quickly got my drink, and without acknowledging his presence, turned and stepped away. After invading each other's space and lots of eye locks, the night was finally coming to a close. I headed out with my dad, Jax, and Chibs. I hoped on the back of Chibs' bike, after strapping a helmet on. He revved the engine, and shouted, "Ready to go back home to Charming, lass?" I replied in the affirmative and he pulled away. I saw Scott, talking to John, both men standing between two Harleys. So, he rides too. I thought, instantly intrigued. This man kept getting more and more interesting. His friend was pretty hot too. I spent the long 5 hour trip back from LA thinking about him. I wanted to know more about this mysterious man. Too bad I'd never see him again.

It's a little short, but this was a good ending point. Let me know how I did!