Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last (first) chapter! It was definitely unexpected :O

Spy Glass: I'm sorry the changes between P.O.V were confusing for you, I'll try to tone them down but I can't feasibly do it from just one p.o.v (especially not 3rd person) as that would take away from what I have in mind. I will try to keep one person's P.O.V throughout most of the chapter so as to cutdown on breaks, I hope that helps and thanks for the feedback :D

Thank you Olive. branch3 & darkroseofwolf. Also, sorry ILoveThee but no clues yet, it's gonna turn into a bit of a long one if my writing bug has any say in this... but hey, hopefully it'll surprise you, in a good way.

Disclaimer: Once again I own nothing but I'm so glad that SOA is in the hands (and mind) of the genius that is Mr Kurt Sutter!

Now, on with the Chapter:

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It had been over a week since Hayley had moved in and so far she'd found herself really settling into the slower speed that this town ran at. She'd worked out her running route and had now got into a routine of early morning runs, tea on her decking and then working through any small jobs that arrived in her e-mails. Occasionally, towards the late afternoon she'd go for a walk around or drive into town to walk around and look at the shops, if the ice cream parlour just happened to be on her way round then who was she to resist that temptation?

Her relationship with Gemma hadn't progressed beyond much more than the occasional hello or a brief chat over the fence. She'd seen Gemma's husband, Clay, once or twice but apart from a small nod of recognition that was as far as she'd come to getting to know him. Another man had visited the house a few days ago; he was younger and had blonde hair that came down to just above his shoulders and a beard. She had noticed that he and Clay both wore the leather vests that she'd seen on her first day here and, now she had managed to sneak a closer look at them, she quickly figured out that they were either part of a motorbike club or part of a gang. Either way she wasn't sure if she wanted to know or find out, she had heard reports about biker gangs and was quite happy staying out of the way and keeping oblivious - just in case.

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Tuesday morning found Hayley just logging into to check her e-mails when she heard a knock at the door. Quickly getting up she walked out the office and towards the front door. Opening it she was surprised to find Clay standing on her doorstep, shades already on, and looking even more imposing up close. He had a good 2 inches on her, and she was a hair under 6ft in bare feet, with his grey hair slicked back and a worn, tanned face that gave him an air of being in control. 'Wow, he and Gemma must be forces to be reckoned with when they work together!'

"Morning, can I help you?" Hayley looked up at the man, wondering why he was here when they hadn't even said two words to each other before.

"Morning. You've got brake fluid running out from under your truck, you may wanna get that seen to. And with that amount of fluid on the ground you'll be wanting a tow rather than drive it." His voice was gravelly and could probably be put to good use when he was angry. She looked behind him at Big Red, her truck, there was definitely a decent amount of fluid running down the slope ofher driveway.

"Oh great, thanks for letting me know. I don't suppose you know a good mechanic? Preferably with a tow – truck?" She'd hazarded a guess that he may have something to do with the garage she'd seen the bikers come out of, their vests looked pretty similar, and hoped that he could give her some helpful information about who to call etc.

"I'll call two of my guys to come out here with a truck and take it to the garage. It shouldn't take too long to get it fixed." She noticed he was looking her up and down, as if sizing her up, and then she realised something - she was in the comfiest, scruffiest clothes she had and walking around in bare feet. "We ain't really met before, name's Clay Morrow, owner of Teller-Morrow Garage." With that said a smirk appeared on his face and he turned and walked back to where he'd stopped his bike.

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True to his word it wasn't too much longer before she saw a tow truck pull up outside and, making sure she was a little more presentable, grabbed her car keys and opened the front door. One of the guys was almost to her front door, obviously he was going to be the one doing the talking, whilst the other started to hitch up big red to the back of the truck.

"Hey, so you're my mom's new neighbour? Name's Jax, Clay mentioned you've got a car problem?" This guy flashed her a charmer of a smile and with his messed up blonde hair and bright blue eyes she'd be lying if she said he was unattractive, however it just wasn't in that way that'd probably have most of the female population in Charming falling for him.

"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Hayley. Yeah, Clay pointed it out to me earlier, thank god. It was good of him to let me know." Jax's eyes opened up a bit & his smile became a bit wider as he heard her speak and Hayley was pretty sure she knew what was coming.

"Hey, nice accent, English right? Don't worry, we'll get your truck sorted in no time, shouldn't be a problem." It was around this time she noticed the second man was walking up to them. He was a bit older than Jax and had greying, brown hair with a beard to match. What was most obvious, however, were his two scars running up from either side of his mouth over his cheeks.

"Alright Jacky-boy, the truck's on. We'll just need the keys lass and someone'll give ya a ring when it's done." To say she was surprised at his Scottish accent was an understatement, it was also quite nice to be reminded of some of her old friends when she was all the way over here.

"Great, thanks so much. Here you go. Seriously, you guys are class for coming over so quickly." Taking the keys the two guys left, the Scotsman taking one look back and smiling at her before getting into the truck.

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Hayley spent the rest of the day working through a friend's accounts for her, she'd started her own company about 5 years ago and had employed Hayley to help her through the company accounts, which she had managed to do on the side whilst she was still in her last job. Now she was self-employed she could go through all the accounts by herself and have more companies employ her as their outside accountant so they wouldn't have to keep one on in-house all the time.

She was just contemplating putting the kettle on for another cup of tea when she heard another knock on the door 'considering you were looking for a quiet life that's a heck of a revolving door you put in there'. Opening the door revealed Gemma standing on the doorstep.

"Hey darlin', been asked to give ya a lift to the garage to collect your truck, you 'bout ready to go?" She was dressed in the same style clothes as Hayley usually saw her in but this time she had her keys in hand and her black car was parked up, ready to go.

"Sure, just let me chuck on some shoes & grab my bag, I'll be two secs." Slipping on her trainers and grabbing her bag with purse and house keys inside she was soon back at the front door and heading to the car.

Setting off Hayley was a bit worried about the silence going on for the entire drive so she said the first thing that she could think of,

"I met your son when he came to pick up big red, he seemed friendly. It must be nice having him live close by." She knew it sounded like your regular cliché and cheesy opener but her mind had decided to desert her at that moment so that really was the best she could come out with.

"Yeah, it's good. He comes over for dinner once every week or so. Hell, once a month we have the whole group round at mine for a family dinner.' Gemma seemed to quite happy talking about her son and Hayley hadn't realised she had more family, she wondered if they all looked similar to Jax.

"The whole group? You have a big family then? That must be nice." Hayley tried to imagine what it'd be like to have a large family all sat around the one table eating dinner 'Noisy, I bet, and friendly'.

"No, it's not quite like that. You see, the guys that work at the garage are like a family, so we may not be blood related but we're as close as. How about you, sweetie, you miss visiting your folks much with you being so far away?"

"Oh, I don't actually have any parents to miss." Looking over at Gemma's face she noticed that it didn't hold the normal look she expected and hated seeing on most people's faces, although she was encouraging her to carry on, "I grew up in care and spent my time going from foster home to foster home, looking back on it I can say that it definitely helped me prepare for travelling." At that comment she smiled, when she was 18 she'd been living near the border of England & Scotland and so, on her 18th birthday, had decided to cross the border and see what jobs she could get over there.

"Well darling, as long as there ain't a sob story to go along with that we should get along just fine." They were just pulling up into the garage and Hayley spotted big red parked up to the side amongst some other cars. Getting out, she followed Gemma over to what she guessed to be the office, going past a row of parked bikes and a group of guys sat on benches on the way. Amongst them she spotted Jax and the scotsman, along with about 4 other guys, sitting round just smoking and chatting.

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It didn't take long for Gemma to get the paperwork sorted and handed over the keys and in no time at all Hayley was walking out of the office, straight into someone else coming the opposite way.

"Crap, sorry, really need to watch where I'm going!" She apologised, god that chest was like a brick wall and it hurt.

"Yeah, you should, maybe next time I oughta..." The guy looked annoyed, it didn't help he was looming over her and looking as intimidating as possible. It really didn't help that his curly 'more like wild' black hair and cold blue eyes just added to the creepy factor. Thankfully it was at this moment that Gemma stepped outside and cut him off.

"Tig, I see you've met my new neighbour, Hayley. Think you're the one who worked on her truck brakes, right?" It was like a switch that could be turned on and off, suddenly he'd calmed down and stopped staring straight into her.

"Oh, hey Gemma. Well, at least you're not some short kid who needs a booster to see over the steering wheel, that's a big truck you got there." She thought that was a compliment, kind of. If not, she was going to take it as one.

"Erm, thanks, I like it. Thanks also for fixing it so quickly, I gotta use it to get to a meeting tomorrow, so really cannot thank you enough." It seemed to throw him off being thanked so much but she always had a habit of doing that. "Oh, and thanks for the ride Gemma, you didn't have to."

With that she headed off over to her car, giving a brief wave to where Jax and the Scot were sat. She had to get home and start preparing for her meeting in Lodi tomorrow.

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Thanks once again for reading folks. I promise there will be a few clues to come later as to who the possible pairing is, but she's not just going to jump into it - sorry.

In the meantime, if you want, why not have a guess at who you think it could be (remember, she hasn't met everyone yet)?

P.S: I'm having serious issues for the spaces between my sections to stay the size I want them - hence the full stops you may spot in there. Sorry.