Disclaimer: Hello to all, I am just making sure everyone knows I don't own this show, cos hell I love Sons Of Anarchy, but I will never live up to the amazing show writers.

AN: I haven't ever dreamt of writing a fan fiction for this fandom, so I just hope that everyone will just notice that I kinda want to be able to do some justice to the show, well just write an amazing story.

Summery: Kelly hadn't seen Charming in a long while, but this small town was always home to her.
Now she's back, but she's not going to be anyone's 'Ol,d Lady' No she wants to prove that she can be SAMCRo.
But will she buckle under the pressure, or prove that a girl is as good as any man.

Chapter one
Homecoming

The flight felt longer than it should have been, the taxi ride was the hardest part of it all. A small town of Charming, it was a town not lived in for a long time, but even after years of not seeing it, it still felt like home.

Looking out of a window, seeing some things had changed, while other things still the same. It was hard to remember that time had moved so quickly, but now it felt too long. The places, face and everything was here.

Yes Charming was a small town, but it isn't small to the people who called this town their home. A place where everything was simple, well as simple as some could say. But Charming was the town of the Sons of Anarchy, SAMCRO and everyone knew that they run this town.

So all the time away, coming back was one of the important decisions to make, the way any one would see it, it was leaving big city life, for small town comforts, but it wasn't the reason. No there was so much more to the change than a simple life, it was nothing but simple.

Seeing a house come into view, the taxi slowing down, the feeling of anxiety was setting in. Waiting for the feeling to stop was another story, the images of the past, much easier to puzzle together, but harder to fully understand.

"That'll be thirty dollars sweetheart," The driver turned to look into the back seat, his eyes scanning over the passenger. The silence stare, the imagination running wild, but the passenger simply handed him the money.

Sliding out of the back seat, taking a bag, getting out the taxi that smelt like sex, booze and other unsavoury things. It was a blessing to smell fresher air, but getting the boot open, taking out a suitcase before slamming the trunk harder than needed. The passenger now staring to the driver, a middle finger with a silver thick scull ring flipped the taxi driver off.

He didn't take it well driving away in a hurry, so he left the passenger reaching into her pocket of her jacket; she took out the pack of smokes. "Pervert…" She muttered before putting a smoke to her dry lips, lighting the end.

Walking up the driveway, bag on shoulder, suitcase in hand and a smoke in the other. The only thing left now was the doorbell, a simple little thing to a big surprise for the person behind it.

Gemma moved around the kitchen, the house empty, but then with saying that it didn't bother her. The final pieces of last night's dinner was cleans up, the feeling Gemma loved when she had guests over. Last night's guests were Jax and Tara with the kids. It made Gemma happy for her family to be together again. The house wasn't a home while they were in prison. Yes it was only fourteen months, but to Gemma it was a lifetime. Her hands brushing over her shirt, her eyes glanced behind her, the longest months of her life, but as Gemma stepped out of the kitchen heading to the dining table, she knew she'd be having to go to the motor shop.

Picking up a smoke Gemma lit it quickly sitting down, inhaling while closing her eyes, Gemma smiled feeling better, well enjoying the silence of the moment.

It wasn't until the doorbell rung that Gemma exhaled getting to her feet, "Shit!" she snapped while putting the smoke out in a nearby ashtray. One thing for sure she wasn't expecting anybody, and she didn't trust it to be anything good in her favour.

Carefully walking to the front door Gemma kept calm, there was nothing here in the house, while her hand was on the doorknob, her eyes glimpsed through the peek hole. "Holy shit!" her tone dry opening the front door with ease, "Ever heard of a phone call?" She smiled to her uninvited guest.

The girl laughed, "You know me Aunty Gemma," she inhaled more of her smoke, letting it pull down her throat before exhaling, "I just go with my gut."

"Yes Kelly, but a phone call makes my life a hell of a lot simpler." Gemma titled her head, "Get here and give me a hug!" She held her arm out to the young girl.

Kelly let go of her suitcase, dropped her bag and moved into her aunt's arms, "I've missed you." She hugged Gemma, she felt Gemma's arm returning the hug.

"Well, you better come in," Gemma spoke softly picking up the suitcase, "Then you can tell me what troubles brings you to my door step."

Kelly held back the need to sigh; even the twitch of rolling her eyes was difficult. "I'm not in any trouble…" Her voice trailed after her, "Well none that I am fully aware of."

Gemma snickered pulling Kelly's suitcase in, looking around before closing the front door. "Kelly, sometimes you take after you god damn mother."

Placing her bag on the table Kelly shrugged, "What can I say?" She turned to face Gemma, "Bitch is hereditary apparently." Her shoulder rose and fell.

"Yeah, but your mother," She inhaled, "My sister takes the cake in heartless mother awards." She looked to the smoke still in Kelly's hand. She reached over to her pack taking a fresh one out. "So what brings you to Charming?"

"Funny enough," Kelly exhaled smoke before putting the butt out. "Every time my mom would up and move us, no place ever felt like home," Her hand quickly brushed stray hair behind ear, "Not the way I felt living here."

Gemma smile, "I know what you mean," She looked over her niece, the spitting image of her sister yes, but Gemma was happy she didn't have her mother's personality. "So you got a plan?"

Kelly laughed, "A plan," Her eyes focused to the window, "Not really." Her voice dropped, she pulled a chair out before sitting down. The fact was, she never really thought things through; she used the last of her savings to get to Charming California, and now she was broke and clueless.

"Kelly…" Gemma moved a chair sitting beside her, "Look, you are more than welcome to stay here…"

Kelly held a hand up breaking her off, "Gemma I just a need a place to crash and…"

"Kelly," Gemma took Kelly's hand into her own, "You are welcome to stay as long as you need." Her voice was calming over Kelly's panic.

Kelly bit her lip, "I feel horrible, but this was the only place I could think of, I…" She stopped, she felt Gemma's letting go of her hand and brushing into her hair.

Gemma kept focused on her niece, her long hair brown, her blue eyes, she knew her niece was still young, "You're family," Gemma spoke seriously, "I will not have you anywhere else." She leant forward kissing her forehead, "But for now you can leave your things in the spare room, cos I am going to be late for work, and you can help me out." She put her smoke out getting to her feet, "You up for helping in the garage?"

Kelly laughed, "I think I can do my part." Now getting to her feet, she reached across the table picking her bag up, "Do you need to let Uncle Clay know I'm here?"

"Trust me, I think he'll find out some point, but for now, lets just get to work." Gemma reached for the suitcase. In reality, she knew that Clay wouldn't have any say in whether Kelly was staying or not. She was just doing what she could to take care of her own.