I own nothing you recognize. Original characters and storylines are my own.

Author's Note: This story starts a couple of months before Season One and progresses from there. Some parts of this story are autobiographical in nature. I'll leave it up to you to decide which. Also I am still working on A New Life and Mending Walls but I have a bit of writer's block and nothing shakes me out of it like a new story.

Chapter Two

Daria's POV

Once something is brought to your attention you can never ignore it again. That's what I thought about as I drove through Charming one week after I met my first Son of Anarchy. Meeting Juice had opened my eyes to all the signs of their presence in Charming and those signs could not be ignored. I noticed men in leather vests with reapers on the back riding Harleys and Indians and Victories. I noticed women decked in leather with stilettos and bleached hair getting groceries and coming out of the Post Office. These were things that hadn't even registered before the tech whiz with the great smile entered my life, now they were just par for the course.

I walked out of the grocery store with my cart full of bags. I'd just gotten my pay check and decided to cook for the month, making it that much easier to stay off everyone's radar. It's not that I didn't like people, I was just a natural loner and hermit and Charming was the perfect community to be that in. If you weren't part of the Sons to some degree people left you alone. As I started loading my groceries in my tiny hatch back I heard a bike pull up. In Charming this meant nothing, bikes were everywhere, but I jumped when I saw a darkly tanned set of hands grab one of my bags and put it in with the others.

"Sorry if I scared you, it looked like you needed some help." The New York accent made me smile again and I looked over into the million-watt smile of my tech savior.

"Well, I don't know about that, but thank you all the same." His smile never wavered as he continued to help me load my groceries. Who knew bikers could be gentlemen?

"This is a lot of groceries, got a man at home to cook for?" It was the least subtle question in the world and I held back a chuckle. He looked at me with eyes shining and I could detect a bit of worry underneath his carefree façade.

"Nope, just me. I like to cook several big meals a month and store them. That way I don't have to go out and spend money I don't really have." He nodded and I saw relief etch his features.

"If you feel like going out I could take you out to dinner, maybe head out to Lodi and catch a movie, something." I stared at him in shock. He didn't know me from Eve and he was asking me out. I gaped at him like a fish and he instantly looked embarrassed. "Shit, sorry, just forget it ok."

I felt my face drop, I wasn't saying no. I was just in complete shock and before I could say anything he went to his bike and got on, making a concentrated effort not to look my way. Great, a hot guy who actually seemed interesting had asked me out and I scared him away. Chalk up another win for Daria. I slammed down my hatch and threw my cart into the corral. Looks like my hermit ways would bite me in the ass yet again. As I pulled into my driveway I continued to berate myself, I should have just said yes, no question just yes. He was handsome, good with computers and had a great smile. I could have found out more during dinner, maybe even gotten laid. Lord knows it had been two years since I'd even been touched and some natural instinct told me this man knew what he was doing. As I got out of my car I jumped again, standing in the shadows off to the side of my garage was Juice. He was smoking a cigarette looking contemplatively at the ground. As soon as he noticed that I noticed him he looked up.

"Hey, thought I'd give you a chance to answer, since I didn't in the parking lot." He dropped his cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his boot before he came out of the shadows.

"I'm not even going to ask how you found out where I live or why you wanted to know." He chuckled and ran a hand over his Mohawk.

"I like good girls." Was all the answer I was given and I had to smile, I guess to people in his world I was a good girl. It was something I definitely wasn't when I was home in Minnesota.

"If you wouldn't have taken off, I would have said yes. Is the offer still on the table?" I asked nervously as I crossed my arms, nervous even though he obviously wanted this to happen. He wouldn't have beaten me home otherwise.

"Yeah, it is. Does tomorrow night work for you?" He gave me that smile again and I knew instantly that I would do anything he asked as long as he smiled at me like that.

"I work the day shift tomorrow so I'll be off at around three. I could be ready by five. Do you need my cell number?" I asked and he smiled wider.

"Naw, already have it. I'll pick you up here at five. Wear something that works on the back of a bike." With those words he walked to his bike, practically hidden by the oak tree at the corner of the lot and rode off into the literal sunset.

I got my groceries in and put away with minimal effort before I allowed myself a rare freak out. I was never the girl guys went for. I was always the girl foisted on the wingman, in order to get the girl they really wanted. Here I was alone, no one else to go after. I'd seen the biker bitches and babes and knew that I didn't fit in their ranks and probably never would but here was a biker, member of a freaking club and he wanted to go out with me. Suddenly my knees went weak and I sat hard on my couch, I realized that this was the first time someone had went out of their way to find me and rather than being sad it made me happy. Maybe I wouldn't be alone forever.

The next night I was nervous as all hell. I hadn't gone on a date in so long that I could barely remember what I was doing. I smoothed my sweaty palms over my tight dark jeans before I straightened my shirt. I didn't own anything that said "biker" or was really sexy so I went with the classics. The jeans were a recent purchase, I'd only gotten them because they made my ass look fantastic and they worked well with my favorite pair of chunky boots. The shirt was more problematic, I couldn't find anything that fit my mood, or that I considered sexy enough, so I simply put on a tank top with a cardigan over it. I was about to shut off my light and pretend I wasn't home when I heard the sound of a bike enter my driveway. Soon enough there was a knock at the door and I attempted to calm my jumping nerves. I wiped my palms on my legs again and got the door.

"Damn, you look hot." Juice said as I opened the door and he got a good look at me. I blushed and he put out a hand. "Ready to go?"

I nodded and ushered him back while I shut off my living room light and locked the door. Once I did that I took his hand and he led me to his bike. I'd always been fascinated by motorcycles but had never been on one. He handed me his helmet and got on while I put the helmet over my head. I'd never been happier to have short hair; it was already styled smooth so I didn't have to worry about helmet hair. Once I was ready I got on the bike behind him and had no idea what to do with my hands. He figured out my issue and chuckled.

"Just wrap your arms around my waist babe. Hold on tight." I did as I was told and soon we were on our way to Lodi.

Dinner was a rather low-key affair; he took me to a small mom and pop restaurant with amazing burgers and pretty good milkshakes. I learned that he was the club's intelligence officer and was skilled at things like hacking and other tech things. I also learned that he was born and raised on Staten Island but left when he was sixteen and came to California where he met the president of the club and became a part of the world. His bike was his baby, nothing in the world mattered as much to him, except for his cut, which I learned was the patched vest he and the other members wore. I also learned that his appetite for horror movies was as voracious as mine and we decided to see the new zombie movie that had come out. The movie was pretty good but by the halfway point his tongue was down my throat and I was paying more attention to the hand under my shirt than the plot.

"Maybe you should take me home?" I whispered as his lips moved from my mouth to my neck and he groaned. I didn't know if it was from the comment or the fact that he'd just found my nipple ring.

"Oh god, where else are you pierced?" He asked as he scraped his teeth on the juncture between my neck and shoulder.

"Take me home and I'll show you." I whispered and he bit down on my neck as his hand moved from under my shirt.

"Let's go baby." He said as he got up and pulled me with him. We made it back to my house and he kissed me against the door while I searched for my keys. Once I found them I pushed him away and opened my door. He grabbed me again and kissed me as he walked me into the living room, eventually my legs hit the couch and we fell clumsily onto it. We both laughed as we settled and his hands and mouth were on me again.

"You said you'd show me where else you were pierced." He said in a husky voice as he helped me take off my shirt.

"Get me naked and you'll see." He groaned and got to work on my bra. Before he got it off his cell phone rang and he groaned in frustration this time.

"Ignore it baby, I can give you a hint." I ran my hand over his Mohawk and he shook his head.

"Its club business baby can't ignore it." He got off of me and went to the door where he answered in hushed tones. I rehooked my bra and put my tank back on, I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting laid any time soon. Eventually he hung up and walked to the couch. "I've gotta go, can we do this again?"

"Of course, you still need to find my other piercings." He groaned as I got up and pulled him into a kiss which he broke. I walked him to the door and watched as he pulled out of my driveway. I sighed; at least he wanted to do this again.