AN: This story is completely AU. It does take place after season 7. I have chosen not to kill Opie in my AU (I'm still traumatized by that death). Jax is still alive as well just because he's too fine to die in my opinion and him being alive suits my storyline. Bobby also ain't dead (traumatized & still need therapy for this death). Donna & Tara are still dead (sorry Donna & Tara fans). Wendy doesn't leave Charming with Thomas and Abel. Nero still sells his half of Diosa and goes to the farm but is still around as a friend to Jax. The events of the series have happened as the genius that is Kurt Sutter wrote them (awesome writing by the way). The events of the deaths of Opie, Jax and Bobby and other events have been (in my mind) altered to suit my story needs. Not taking anything away from Mr. Sutter's work. Also Lyla and Opie worked out their fucked up relational shit. Okay I'm done altering shit to suit my storyline (I think). I DON'T OWN ANYTHING RECOGNIZABLY SONS OF ANARCHY. I do own anything NOT recognizably Sons of Anarchy.

SN: Reviews, comments and suggestions are appreciated. Thank you.

Prologue

The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original better known as SAMCRO had done its fair share of bad shit. Karma and her minions had dealt the club as a whole one helluva blow over the years. Some members felt that blow more than others. The current VP of SAMCRO, Opie Winston had lost a wife and father due to the actions of the club's former President. The current President, Jackson Teller better known as Jax, had his son kidnapped, his wife killed by his own mother, done some unspeakable shit to people who didn't deserve it because of his mother's lies and killed his own mother. The club as a whole experienced deaths of members at the hands of rivals and in recent history at the hands of individuals pissed that Jax was trying to get the club out of illegal activities. The club was recovering from recent and old wounds. While those wounds were healing, Jax was moving the club farther from being Outlaw. The club's porn studio Redwoody was running and starting to pick up. The garage was running again (after a bomb went off on the property) and people were slowly starting to bring their cars in again. The clubhouse had been rebuilt after a bomb blew it to high hell. The club's escort service was back on track after a horrendous shooting. The local ice cream parlor the Sons had been using as their temporary clubhouse had been revamped. The townspeople were starting to see the club was becoming legit and started frequenting their businesses more.

The club itself was going through a revamp as well. The bylaw that forbade blacks from being apart of the Sons of Anarchy had been abolished. While the decision to admit blacks in was a charter by charter choice, the mother charter had chosen to do so. The Sons patched over a club they had a long standing relationship with called the Grim Bastards. The Grim Bastards President, Taddarius Orwell Cross, known as T.O., had suggested, after the patch over, that the club hire someone to look after the club's financials. All agreed and that's how I came to know SAMCRO and the history of my new employer. Who am I? The name is Arissa Cross

Chapter 1: New Beginning

I was exhausted as I pulled the rental car on the lot of the Teller-Morrow garage. I can never sleep the night before a flight and once on the plane I couldn't sleep because of the multitude of crying babies, screaming toddlers and irritated parents. I checked my appearance in the visor and thanked the beauty gods I didn't have red eyes or bags under them. I called my uncle, my reason for relocating to the small California town of Charming. My uncle didn't answer his phone but instead tried to take the rental car door off it's hinges with his excitement. "There's my baby girl. You know I'd've picked you up?" T.O. said.

"I know. But you know me and my lead foot can't resist any opportunity to get a speeding ticket." I laughed.

"It's a wonder that you still have a license."

"This is true." I said as I hugged my uncle .

"Come on. Let's get you inside and introduced to everyone."

"There better be some sexy guys or else I'm gonna be disappointed."

"I didn't need to hear that and never need to hear it again." I laughed as we walked into the Sons of Anarchy's newly rebuilt clubhouse. Before my eyes were fully adjusted to the change from outside light to inside, I was being introduced to a smoking hot blonde with a megawatt smile. "Arissa, Jax. Jax, Arissa. Jax is the club's President." T.O. said by way of an introduction.

"Well the description of you is nothing compared to the real deal, Mr. President." I said as I shook Jax's hand.

"You've been in town two seconds and have already picked up gossip?" Jax asked.

"No but I am moving here from Tacoma and my college roommate is married to a Son. So I've partied a time or several with the Sons and sweet butts like to talk. Especially after the mother charter rolls through."

"You never told us she was coming from Tacoma." Jax said to T.O. My uncle just shrugged "If I would've known you were already affiliated, I would've sent some help for you."

"Thanks but the help wasn't needed. I sold everything but my wardrobe and rented my house to an associate so I had minimal packing to do." I heard someone pointedly clearing their throat. Jax turned around and introduced the rather tsll man behind him. "This is my VP Opie. Opie, Arissa." I shook Opie' s hand. I had only been introduced to two members and I was already liking what I saw. I wasn't disappointed at all. I was still mentally having a threesome with Jax and Opie when I heard my name being called. "Earth to Arissa." My uncle said.

"Sorry. Zoned out for a second."

"Obviously. Zoned back in enough to finish meeting people?" My uncle asked. More introductions were made. There was Tig who from appearance alone looked like he needed to pay regular visits to a shrink. Chibs had an accent (where they got a Scot from was a mystery) and had apparently met the wrong end of a knife. Bobby as I knew from T.O. was the club's counsel and resident Elvis impersonator. Ratboy, Quinn and Montez were the newest members. Quinn looked Andre the Giant and the Hulk merged into one being. Montez was the shortest of the group. I would be standing next to him as often as possible so I wouldn't feel as short as I actually was. Ratboy looked liked a younger, less in need of a shrink version of Tig. The last member to be introduced I knew by appearance from my Tacoma years. My uncle had said he name was Happy but I'd only ever heard the name Tacoma Killer whispered in awe amongst the women folk. I didn't need to be introduced to the members that used to be Grim Bastards. I already knew them. I said my 'nice to meet ya's', made plans to start actually working that following after I signed the papers for the house I brought and was escorted by my uncle to his house.

A few days later, after conducting business, I stopped by the clubhouse to see T.O. I walked in the clubhouse to find my Uncle at the bar drinking a beer. I hopped (literally) on the stool next to him. "How's my favorite uncle today?"

"I'm your only uncle and I'm good. What do you want?"

"Who said I wanted something?" My uncle raised an eyebrow in my direction. "OK. Having furniture delivered tomorrow. Need some muscles."

"I'll talk to Jax see if we can't find you some help."

"Thank you." My uncle looked at me and sighed. I was still giving him my sweet, innocent, 'I want something' face. "Whatdaya want now? My liver?"

"As much as you drink? I'll pass. I'm hungry and I wanna go to that place we always go to when I visit."

"Aight. Let me make sure I'm not needed around here first. Meet you outside." I hopped off the stool and headed to my car. My inner fatty was so excited I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and ran smack into a wall of muscle. I looked up and noticed I'd ran into one of the former Bastards. "Oh shit. My bad Herc." I said.

"All good. You must be on your way to stuff your face."

"Of course. You know me., only three things get me this excited. Dick, food and liquor." Herc and I were laughing when I heard T. O.'s voice. "Seriously, little girl, there's just some shit I don't need to know." I laughed all the way to my car.

I was enjoying my day with my uncle and decided to continue hanging with him at the clubhouse. When we pulled into the lot most of the guys were just headed inside also. When I finally got inside there were little kids running around, teens stuck to their electronics and I group of women that I could tell by their demeanor and clothes weren't sweet butts. Must be the Old Lady crew. "Finally y'all back. Thought you mighta talked your uncle into takin you back to Washington." Herc said when he spotted me.

"Tryna get rida me already, Herc?"

"Never that."

"That's good to know. Don't wanna run her off before she actually helps us." Jax said as he joined the conversation.

"I don't scare that easily or run off that easily."

"That's good to know." Said one of the blondes that was part of the Old Lady crew. "I'm Wendy. Jax's Old Lady." She said by way of introduction.

"Arissa. Which kid is yours?" I asked while shaking Wendy's hand.

"The two running around."

"They're cute." Herc and Jax had discreetly extracted themselves from our conversation and Wendy and I were joined by the other two Old Ladies. The other blonde introduced herself. "I'm Lyla, Opie' s my Old Man and the technology zombies are ours." I shook Lyla's hand.

"I'm Venus. Alexander well I guess you know him as Tig is my love." Said the brunette with a phenomenal rack and very southern accent. I shook Venus's hand.

"Arissa. We should all have a girl's night at my place once I'm settled. Get to know each other sans kids and without the menfolk." The ladies all agreed.

The rest of my first week in Charming was spent getting my house together. My second week was spent getting the books together for SAMCRO's businesses. My third week was spent discusses the things I thought could be improved with Jax. By the end of my first month in Charming I had adjusted to small town life, was pleased with my work and the progress being made already and I was enjoying getting to know the club members and their families. All in all Charming was excuse the pun charming.