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This story starts somewhere in the beginning of the first season of SOA, so, spoilers. I haven't decided how close to the original story I will fallow. I've made little tweaks to the dialog, characters and timelines. I am Aware of the changes, consider them Author liberties. The story jumps back and forth between modern-day and flash backs to develop the story. I tried to make sure that like on the show, there is no one innocent character. No one is without sin. This contains sex and violence, but nothing worse than on the show. There will be a sequel that fallows season 2 and so on, depending on weather or not people want to read. Please fallow and review, it keeps me writing :-).

Chemical Salvation

Chapter 1

JuiceXOC

Emelia Farley sat behind the wheel of her souped up black Dodge Charger. Her state of the art touchscreen GPS informed her that she was entering the city of Charming California.

'The name says it all'.

Population 15,364.

"Dear God." She said out loud, the knot in her chest intensifying. What the hell had she been thinking? She was moving here from Boston? She wondered for a split second If it was too late to hand in her resignation, but thought better of it. No, she had a plan. If she was going to see him again before she was thirty, she was going to have to get in with the club. She was going to start in good old Charming California.

Ally Lowen was the Lead attorney for The Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club in Charming California, an outlaw motorcycle club, allegedly that was. She had taken point after Scott Rosen had moved on to greener pastures. Ally had gotten herself knocked up five months ago. She and her husband had been trying to get pregnant for years. They had seen numerous doctor and specialists, but nothing took. Ally just couldn't get pregnant. They had stopped trying two years ago. Now here she was at the bright age of 36 expecting. She was finally going to train her partner and temporary replacement. She had been looking for a few months. Rosen had left her with a case load she struggled to keep up with, but she always managed.

Ally thought she had hit the jackpot when she heard that a Greyback associate was looking to relocate to the west coast. Greyback and associates was an infamous Law firm in Boston. They had a team assembled that could go up against anyone. Their clients paid insane legal retainers and fees for silence, untraceable book doctors and the best legal team money could buy. The Firm was also notoriously linked to the Boston Mafia. It was very rare for anyone to leave the firm. The attorneys were paid extremely well and had often been given outlandish bonuses. There was almost 0% turnover. Every once in a while an associate got in some kind of accident, but that was never talked about.

Ally was shocked when Emelia Farley accepted her offer. Emelia had only been a junior associate, so Ally was able to offer her a competitive salary, but she knew for a fact Emelia had received better offers from Las Angeles, San Diego, Portland, and Sacramento. She couldn't for figure out why the young woman would want to move to Charming. She was a little suspicious, so she contacted her sources.

Ally had paid a deputy at the sheriff's department to gain as much info as possible before she told her clients of her new hire. SAMCRO had an amazing intelligence officer, and she wanted no surprises.

"Emelia Farley, 26 years old. Born and raised in Queen, NY. Her mother died when she was 3. Raised by her Father Joseph McFarley. He was a bit of a violent drunk. Several domestics. Few disorderlies. 4 D.U.I.'s. He was found dead, washed up on a beach a quarter-mile from his favorite pub when Emelia was barely seventeen. Got legally emancipated and dropped the "Mc" from her name. Graduated high school early. She moved to Philly soon after. Attended PU, pre-law accelerated. Moved to Boston University school of Law. Had her degree and passed the bar by the time she was 23. She's been working for Greyback as an attorney for three years. No criminal record. No dependents, Never married, No outstanding debt, Few speeding tickets. Very private. I can't find any personal info. I don't think she has a boyfriend. Chick doesn't even have a Facebook. She is an avid gym member, and uh ally?" Ally looked at him, "Girl is hot!"

He turned the screen of his computer around for her to see the exotic green-eyed woman who filled the screen.

"What is she Hispanic? Native American? Italian?" Ally couldn't place it. She could have been almost anything. She had tan skin and light emerald eyes. He could have said the woman was Polish and went to a tanning salon or Mexican and stayed out of the sun, and Ally would have believed it.

"Her mom was Brazilian, illegal I think. Her dad was full-blooded Irish, born in Staten Island.

" Thanks Jim." She said slipping the man the bills he was owed.

After looking into Emelia Farley, Ally knew who she was. She certainly didn't recognize her name, all the Greyback affiliated attorneys prized anonymity. She had been a part of a few different cases that had made national news. All the attorney's at Greyback seemed to have their own specialties. Emelia was known for the insane deals she was able to negotiate for her clients. Ally read about case after case with her clients facing no less than 10 years walking away with a slap on the wrist and community service. Many cases were dropped due to discredited evidence or missing witnesses.

One case in particular caught Ally attention. Emelia had been representing Steven Fachenelli. He had stood trial for three counts of murder, torture and an added aggravated assault on a piece officer. The prosecution had servailence video of him brutally torturing and killing two men that had snitched on members of the mob. Emmy hand unearthed a political conspiracy involving the arresting officers that had 11 members of the Boston police department fired or forced to resign. Six active and retired officers were tried and convicted on charges ranging from prostitution to bribery and corruption. Pension were stripped, families destroyed, decorated officers disgraced. The case completely overshadowed the murder trial in the media. Emelia got the tape thrown out on a technicality. Witnesses had lost credibility. Steven Fachenelli got 3 years for assault. He was paroled after 18 months. Emelia was a prosecutor's worst nightmare. Ally herself had read all about the police scandal and had no idea it was connected to a murder trial.

Ally looked through Emelia's personal file. She read the glowing reviews of her dedication, loyalty and work ethic. She brushed of her move to Charming as a desire to leave the big city. If she is looking for a simple life, she picked the wrong small town.

Emmy walked into her newly purchased modest two bedroom,three bathroom, two car garage home. Well, modest by her standards. She looked around. It was a tiny bit larger than her ritzy Boston condo. She had spoken with a few realtors over the phone when she knew her move was immanent. It seem as though she had taken 100 virtual tours. She was running out of vacant houses to look at. She was not overly impressed with the two bedroom at the end of a small cul-de-sac. The previous owners had done some remodeling to update the home. All the carpet and tile were new. The walls were freshly painted calm neutral colors. Granite countertops and stainless steel appliances adorned the newly modernized house. She liked it okay, then she saw the closet. They had converted their small third bedroom and average sized master bedroom, into large master and huge walk in closet. The closet was marvelous. It was complete with 360 mirrors and a rotating cabinet/drawer system in the center of the room.

She had made a quick call to the representing agent, "I'll take it."

Now here she was looking around the empty house, wishing she had let Her 'Uncle Nino' furnish it for her. She set her laptop on the black granite counter. Everything she owned was still packed in the back of her Charger. Emelia wasn't the type to get too attached to anything. There were very few possessions she held dear. The rest, she could reacquired along the way.

Emmy tried to stay focused on her ultimate goal

Her reasons were her own. A little foolish, but she had decided to do this. She knew her plan would take a while, but it had been eight years. What were a few more?

"Get me Juice!" Clay yelled into the Teller-Morrow garage. Clay stood in the office with Ally Lowen. He had just been informed that Ally had hired a new Lawyer to partner up. Clay did not like outsiders. Tig popped his head in.

"He's on that run doing that thing." Tig said looking at Ally. "Whatcha need?"

"Shit!" Clay said. He knew that most members of his club couldn't turn on a damned computer.

"New lawyer in town. Need some intel." He said. "Have the prospect look into her." Ally wrote Emelia's name down on a yellow legal pad and gave it to Tig.

Tig took it. "Halfack!" He yelled walking away.

"Trust me Clay, She is perfect for the club. Have I ever done you wrong?" Ally said as he looked at her uncertainly.

"This is a crazy time for the club, you sure she can handle it?" He asked.

"absolutely." She said confidently. She was secretly praying she had made the right decision.

Emmy's first day at work was hectic to say the least. Lowen Law Office handled a bit of everything. If you were in need of legal representation and had the $1,200 an hour to pay, you could be a client. Ally had clients in Charming and the surrounding cities and she was a bit overloaded. Emelia fit right in to the fast pace. Baptisim by fire was her favorite method of learning. Emelia had just returned from meeting Elliott Oswald to advise him on his land and business owner rights. Unfortionatly she didn't have good new. Elliott still found Emelia extremely likeable. She just had a way about her. She could put herself in odd situations and make almost anyone love her. It was her gift. She had learned to see everyone a putty she could manipulate to her liking. It was a survival technique she has learned early on, and Emilia Farley was above all things a survivor.

"Elliott really like you". Ally reported as she walked in the door.

Emelia smiled.

"Emilia, I need you to draft up custody paperwork. I need legal documents for voluntary relinquishing of all parental rights for one Wendy Teller. She is giving full custody of son Abel Teller to her soon to be ex husband Jackson teller. The documents need to be air tight. Junkie, can't take care of him. Charges may be filed against her for fetal abuse. I need you to take them to the hospital and get them signed. Also we need a new office manager. If we don't find anyone in the next week or so I want to put an ad in the paper."

"No problem." She said making a mental note to brush up on custodial and business law. She had been practicing criminal law for 3 years and didn't want to get rusty.

"Also, I want to take you to meet with Clay Morrow tomorrow. He is the president of SAMCRO."

"Sam Crow?"

"SAMCRO. Stands for Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle club Redwood Original. I guess 'Charming' just doesn't look intimidating enough on a leather cut." She smiled. "Anyway, you will mostly meet with him, occasionally his step son and V.P. Jackson, or Jax, Teller. I'm going to take you see them today or tomorrow. Besides Oswald, they are our biggest clients. They had a warehouse that burned down. It may or may not to store and assemble illegal gun parts." Ally closely watched, studying her reaction.

Emmy understood her role and had absolutely no problem with it. She just nodded.

"Okay, no problem."

" Emelia, They are a pretty rough group, you might want to prepare yourself."

"Absolutely, I can handle rough, and Mrs. Lowen, please call me Emmy." She said smiling.

'They are gonna wanna eat her up' Ally thought looking at her in her tight Skirt suit and 5 inch stilettos.

Emmy walked confidently across the teller-Morrow lot, Ally at her side. Cat calls and whistles followed them. Happy, who was sitting at a table stood and watched her cross the lot intently. It wasn't that Emmy enjoyed male attention, but she accepted it. She found it useful in certain situations.

"Clay Morrow meet Emelia Farley." "Nice to meet you Mr. Morrow." Emmy said extending her hand. Clay studied the young woman. She was short and thin she had what he guessed were C cups. The super high heels she was wearing made her legs look impossibly long. Her ass was marvelously round. Her waist tiny. She was petite and feminine but had a hardness about her. She looked like she could beat the hell out of someone and not bat an eye.

He Took it "Farley."

"I filled Emmy in on the warehouse situation." He looked at her uncertainly, Ally nodded.

"I'm afraid it may have gotten more complicated. One of my guys was throat banging the two brownies found in the rubble. No offense." He added referring to her unknown ethnicity and that she might be a full-blown feminazi for all he knew.

"None taken. Is he in the system?"

"Afraid so." He answered.

She looked at the man blonde mustached man. He didn't look particularly intimidating. He had tattoos and a cut, but he just didn't see anything menacing about his appearance. His voice however was highly authoritative, like he could command an army with a single word. Strength dripped from every cilable.

"Can you dump the bodies somewhere else?" She asked. Clay looked surprised.

"I don't think that's a possibility." He replied looking a little more comfortable with the young woman.

"If the DNA is superficial, on the outside," She added seeing CLay's confused look, "You can douse them in cytolethal distending toxin B. It's untraceable. You could never prove it's origin in a courtroom. You can find that anywhere." Now Clay was perplexed. He had no idea what she was talking about, and did she really just inquire the dead women's spit or swallow preference?

"I'm afraid it's on the inside, and they got 24 hour uni's on them. Got a forensics team headed out from Lodi first thing tomorrow." "Well, " Emmy started, "they must be awfully over staffed to be able to spare a whole unit. I would be willing to bet if there was an incident in Lodi between now and tomorrow morning, it would be a priority. Can't lend someone a team if their all tied up. I would have to be pretty high-profile though. Not that any of us know any criminal types." She added smiling sweetly.

Clay walked into the club house to find Half sack sitting at the bar with a lap top.

"I want you to add toxic distending cytolethal to your list of shit to look up." CLay barked at him.

"Okay," He started to write it on the paper off the legal pad. "How, how do you spell that?" Clay looked at him. He had his credit card next to the laptop. He was on the billing page of .

"You're an idiot." He said simply walking away. "Don't leave that paper lying around."

"When will Juice be back?" He asked Tig.

"I guess when the exchange is done" He shrugged.

Clay made a mental note not to send Juice on anymore errands away if he could help it.

Juice had gotten back in town, but with everything that was going on Clay didn't bother to ask him to look the new chick up. He sat in the clubhouse with his lap top and a beer. Clay walked by the bar and picked up a yellow piece of paper.

"Idoit!" He yelled shredding it angrily.

"New layer is one fine bitch." Happy said to Bobby. "She's got a body made for a man's hands."

This made Clay think of something she had said.

"Hey juice! Look something up for me," He said suddenly remembering what he had been wondering about all day. He tried to piece the destroyed paper back together.

"New lawyer chick, Emily or Ashley or somethin', said something today I'm curious about." He said not remembering her name.

"Toxic cyolethal destending toxin, something like that." Juice nodded "How do you spell that?" He asked. Clay just looked at him.

"Right." He typed furiously. "cytolethal distending toxin?" He asked after a minute.

"Yeah! That's it."

"It's the most common cause of food poisoning. It's a toxin found in bad red meat." He replied.

This made Clay even more confused. "What would happen if you put it on cum?"

Juice looked at him a little disgusted "What?!"

"You heard me, just look." Clay walked away.

"You want me to look into that chick?" He called after him.

"Nah, don't worry about it." Half sack had dug up a little. It was enough to know that she often worked with criminals and did them lots of good. For some reason Clay trusted her right off the bat. This was highly unusual, but he didn't think she pose any threat.

It wasn't untill an hour later he walked up to Clay with a small stack of printed out papers.

"I couldn't find anything about jizz, but I found a Yale study. Cytolethal distending toxin B was found to attack and destroy DNA." He read directly from the paper. "It just eats is up, within a few hours, it's gone. I found an old court document. A prosecutor said some mob guy used it to destroy evidence. They could prove it though." He handed Clay the stack of papers.

"Thanks kid." He said dismissing him.

'Smart bitch' He thought. Better keep her away from Happy, Or put them together. He chuckled to himself. He had a feeling he was going to want to keep this one around for a while

Emmy had been working in Charming for a few weeks. since Emm had made her pilgrimage to Charming. She had worked very closely with both Clay Morrow and Elliott Oswald. Emmy couldn't believe all that had transpired since she had begun.

Elliott was potentially loosing a large portion of his land to the city. Emmy know several people who could help him. All it would have taken was a couple thousand in bribes to save it. Elliott ran a clean business though, so she didn't mention any of this to him.

At lot had been going on in the town. Some carnival worker had attacked and raped her client Eliott Oswald's little girl. In her disgust she MAY have suggested he go seek the aid of a certain motorcycle club. Officially, She didn't anything beyond the fact that the alleged rapist was yet to be found. Unofficially, she hoped they found him and burned him hated rapist, especially those who hurt children. There wasn't a pain great enough for those people, in her opinion.

Clay morrow however ran anything but a clean business. He began to trust Emmy more and more. He often called her for advise as well as legal counsel.

She when a disgraced former member of the club was dropped off at St. Thomas E.R. with third degree burns on his body. Of course all the SAMCRO suspects had alibies. The town seemed to rally around the club more out of respect than fear. She was really gaining Clay and Jax's trust. They were including her on more and more info. Emmy just had a way about her. When an ATF agent rolled into town, the club came calling once more, but the agent had yet to make contact.

Emmy was settling into her house as well. The quant antique stores in town were not her style. Emmy had been making Frequent trips to Lodi and Oakland to buy furnature. She would have it all delivered to her house. She was ecstatic the first night she was able to sleep in a bed and not on the blow up matress she had purchased at the Outdoor surplus store in town. Emmy and Ally got along well. They liked each others company.

Ally had been tipped off by a deputy that Clay Morrow was getting grilled by the FEDs concerning an officer related shooting. He hadn't been allowed to call her. She was there trying to get around some ATF bitch named Stahl to see her client.

Emmy was trying to figure out a new filing system. The one Ally had used was not working. They had been so busy they hadn't had a chance to hire anyone. She had no idea how Ally had been doing all of this by herself, or how she would get by when Ally was gone. It was the job she was hired for, and she would figure it out.

'ring, ring'

"Lowen Law office Ms. Farley speaking."

"Uh, yeah, this is Chief Unser. You're Gemma Teller's Lawyer right?"

"I do not discuss my clients over the phone."

"Just listen, Gemma got picked up for assault. She creamed some girl in the face with a skateboard. Now, she is refusing legal advice against my wishes." "I am very busy Chief and quit frankly, I don't give a damn about your wishes."

"That came out wrong. Your client is sitting down here, rotting in a cell. I just thought as her lawyer you might want to do something about that." He hung up on her.

"dammit." Emmy said grabbing her car keys.

She had found the girl at the hospital and had a few words with her. She was just some hang around girl from Nevada that Clay apparently hooked up with. She had a thing for the prospect and came to see him. Gemma had found out about clay's indiscretion somehow. Gemma saw her in town later and lost it. The girl didn't even know who Gemma was. The girl, Cherry, had no intention of pressing charges. If she had wanted to, Emmy was sure she could easily persuade her.

Emmy arrived at the station a few minutes later. After flirting with a few of the men on duty, she was allowed back to see Gemma.

'This was way too easy' She thought winking at the young man now walking away.

"Mrs. Morrow." Emmy said greeting her.

"Oh shit. Gemma said seeing her. Did Clay send you?" She asked not looking happy to see her.

" No mam. Chief Unser called me." She answered. "He thought you might be in need of legal advise. " Emmy said leaning comfortably against the wall.

"No offense, but the last person I need advice from is some hot little twenty something lawyer with tits like rocks. My name is Gemma, not Mrs.' Morrow and sure as shit not mam! "

"I talked to the girl. She isn't pressing charges. You got her good too. Broke her nose." Emmy continued, like this was the most normal situation in the world.

Gemma looked at her trying to size her up, trying to figure out the young woman's angle.

"Gemma, I would never presume to know your situation, but from what I have seen, your husband is a good man. He has a good heart."

Gemma smiled at the nerve of the little tart.

"Want me to bail you out?" Emmy asked her.

"No. I think I need to sit here a while." She said.

"Just have your sherif buddy call me if you need anything." She said walking out.

Emmy passed Ally who flagged her over. She gave her a very simple update. Her eyes told her what her words could not. Teller Morrow was getting raided. She had to go warn them.

When Emelia arrived at Teller-Morrow, there was already a FED parked on the curb watching the club. A few of the guys looked up when her black Challenger pulled onto the lot. She heard whistles from the Guys sitting at a nearby bench as soon as her Jimmy Choos hit the pavement.

"Nice cage. Custom, Blacked out, Full Touch interior. Not a bad way to spend 60 grand" One with a scruffy beard and kind eyes said to her assessing her Charger.

"Thanks" She said.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

"I need to see Jax".

"Of corse you do." A young guy with strawberry blonde hair and the word Prospect on his cut said.

"Well?" The scruffy man said looking at the prospect. "Get Jax for the lady!" He yelled at him. He jumped up and ran into the clubhouse.

The tall scruffy man looked up. Emmy noticed a short brunette walking toward them. She was very plain-looking, wearing faded jeans and a cotton t-shirt.

"What are you doing hanging around the garage Opie?" She asked looking stressed.

Emmy leaned against her car and looked at her feet to at least give them the illusion of privacy. "Gemma needed a hand. There throwing me a few bucks. Donna why're you driving the truck?"

"We're three months behind on the car payment. If I take it out it'll get repo'ed." She said looking at him.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I just can't get ahead of this." He said

""I've been looking for some part-time work. I haven't found anyone willing to work with the kid's schedule, but I will. We're gonna make it through this baby." She said kissing him.

"It will be alright." He kissed her.

The woman, donna, looked at Emmy, noticing her for the first time. Emmy looked up feeling her gaze. Looking at Donna's face she realize how pretty she was. She was very pretty in an understated way. She smiled at her,

"Hi. I'm Emelia Farley. Teller-Morrow's new attorney," She held her hand out.

She took it, "Donna. Opie's wife". She motioned to the scruffy man. "Nice to meet you."

"I'm gonna go check on what's keeping the prospect." He said eyeing Emmy.

"I didn't mean eavesdrop,"

"I did walk right up to where you were standing and start talking" She said Emmy smiled

"Well", Emmy smiled "My partner and I are looking for a part-time office manager. Filing, phone calls, coffee runs, that kind of thing. It would be for five hours a day, five days a week. You could come in after you drop your kids off." Donna looked at her unsure.

"I really need the help."She added.

"Ok. That would be great."

"Fantastic." Emmy gave her a card. "Can you come tomorrow? 9:00 to 2:00 good?" Emmy asked her.

"Sure, yes." She said sounding happy.

Emmy heard bikes pull into the other end of the lot. Two guys, one with tattoo on his head, walked in the opposite direction and disappeared. Jax got his bike and the prospect ran up to him. "Hey Jax! There's some hot chick looking for you."

"Who is it?"

"Not sure. She sure don't look like no sweetbutt though. She's got an awesome rack and an ass you could sink your teeth into. She is dressed like a teacher or something. A very sexy teacher." He went on completely unaware that she could hear every word. Donna look a little embarrassed.

"Talk to you tomorrow." She walked away.

"That's the club's lawyer you numb skull!"

"Sorry about that darlin'."

"That's alright, Jax I need to speak to you in private." Jax ushered her into the backroom. There was a large ornately carved Reaper cut into a big conference style table. "You're getting raided by ATF. If there is anything here that shouldn't be, you better make sure it's gone in an hour."

"Fuck! Thanks for the info." An older man walked into the room.

"Piney cabin, now!" Jax yelled looking up.

"Who the hell you think you're talking to!?" Piney bit back angrily.

It was obvious that she wasn't wanted there anymore. She tried to make a quick exit only to run into the biker with the mohawk and tattoos on his head.

"Nice one Juice." Jax laughed.

"Sorry 'bout that." His voice shook something deep inside her. She looked up into his face and stopped dead in her tracks. Her breath caught in her throat. She looked up at him emotionless. There were too many running through her for her face to comprehend and pick one to display.

"Em'?" He asked staring back.

At that moment Emelia was 15 again.

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Thank you for reading. This was definitely one of the longest chapters. I have a lot of this written already, so I will try to update frequently. :-)