Hello, readers! I forgot the self and story introduction in the first post, so I'll do it now.

This story is about the relationship a young girl has with some unlikely people as her once peaceful life gets torn to shreds when she happens to be a witness to a brawl between Jax and some asshole that ended with the latter having an axe buried in their skull, while a bullet ends up in her shoulder. While unconscious, she taken back to their clubhouse and tended to. She's been asked not to report what happened that night, and she agrees in hopes that she'll be let go with no strings attached, but of course it's never that easy.

The story takes place S1xE2 when Jax catches up with the asshole who cut them off earlier, but will be written through more episodes and seasons with a few detours every now and again. The story is rated M for language, violence and smut that will be written later in the story between Juice and my character Yuri. There will be possible smaller relationships she may have with other characters, but nothing serious or permanent. Ultimately, she will end up with Juice.

Now, for my intro~ I'm new to writing fanfiction on here. I wrote fanfiction before with a friend, but it ended once school started up again, and that was at least four years ago. After that, I spent time role-playing, and became a better writer. My friend turned me to SOA, and I just couldn't fight the urge to write some SOA fanfiction. Now, here I am, uploading my writing in hopes that people will like it and reccomend it to others. I love to hear what people have to say about my story, so be sure to leave a review! It fuels me to make faster updates~ Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this story. In the next chapter, I'll add a in-depth description of Yuri at the end so that you can have some kind of visual. In the meantime, click the cover art of this story to get a general idea of what she looks like!


"What a stupid boy he was. Loving a wild thing terrified of her own shadow."

Loving a Wild Thing

Juan Carlos "Juice" Ortiz and Yuriko Juliyah Itami

起死回生 - Wake from death and return to life

CHAPTER TWO

A day had passed, and Yuri had become more mobile, but the Sons of Anarchy had yet to know this as she faked sleep often to figure out what to do. Whenever someone entered, or when Half-sack was watching her, she'd either pretend to be asleep, or still be out of it when someone dared to wake her up. This seemed to work as she was left alone to think.

'Whatever they gave me has worn off. I can move around now, and the bullet wound doesn't hurt. They must have numbed it and gave me painkillers, not that I'm complaining. Now that I can move, I need to get out of here. Shit, I don't even know where I am! I could be seven states away, who knows! I was out for days, anything could have happened. No matter what though, I can't stay here with them, they're dangerous, I know it…' Yuri thought as she listened carefully for any noise from Half-sack who sat off to her left. When she heard his even breathing and lack of movement, she assumed he was asleep.

Slowly, she cracked an eye open and was relieved to see that she was right. Half-sack was slouching in the chair with his head thrown back. Yuri sighed softly before quietly turning over to her good side. Her mind was crystal clear, and she was wide awake as she stared intensely at the dirty carpet below her, 'There's a lot of them. I remember hearing five distinct voices, but I've heard them mention others, so there has to be more. And they all have guns…and are most likely killers…and I'm a witness to one of them shooting at, and beating down some stranger. And if I wake up, that means I've seen their hideout and heard things, which only makes things worse. I am screwed. Running away will only make me look suspicious, which will lead them to hunting me down and most likely killing me. I am so. fucking. screwed!' she thought with a silent grimace. At the sudden sound of the door opening, Yuri tensed and shut her eyes tightly.

Gemma stood in the door looking at Half-sack with disapproval, "Hey prospect, wake up. I need to clean her wound." She spoke as she held out the tools needed to do so. Half-sack snapped forward and got up quickly, "You sure you don't need me to stay? She may try somethin'." He asked. Gemma rolled her eyes and gave him an annoyed look, "I think I can handle an injured Asian girl…" she replied dryly. Half-sack looked back at Yuri before hurrying past Clay's Oldlady.

Once alone, Gemma closed the door and locked it behind her. She stood there for a moment, hand on her hip, watching the steady rise and fall of Yuri's back before sauntering over to her, "How long you gonna pretend that you're asleep, sweet heart?" she asked with a scoff. She set down the gauze and ointment before sitting down on the bed. When Yuri felt the dip, she held her breath, 'She knows! I'm dead. She's gonna kill me. This is it.'

Gemma smirked a bit before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting herself up, "I'm not gonna kill you. I can understand why you'd pretend to still be out of it." she spoke between breaths, "You got yourself into a pretty fucked up situation. I wouldn't think too much of it though. We're not killers. We're not gonna off ya, okay? So you can wake up now." she finished with a side glance to the younger girl.

Yuri seemed to be weighing her options mentally, and before long, she was slowly opening her eyes. A small cocky smile played across Gemma's face as she was proven right, but she hid it well with the cigarette. Slowly and cautiously, Yuri sat up, completely unsure of what to say in a situation like this. Gemma held the cigarette between her lips, "Glad to see that you're better. I'm sure you got a lot of questions, but all that needs to wait. Right now, you need to shower. You've been laying here for close to a week in the those dirty clothes." Gemma informed as she pulled the covers back. Yuri tensed for a moment, and eyed Gemma warily before giving a small nod of her head. Gemma returned the gesture, and stood before making her way over to the other side of the bed to help her up. The younger woman was hesitant at first, but when Gemma ignored her reluctance to receive help, and pulled her carefully out of the bed, Yuri relaxed just a bit and allowed herself to be led to the bathroom.

Gemma leaned against the doorframe, and watched the girl look around before turning back to look at her, "Don't worry, it's just you and me. I'm not gonna do anything except help." She said before giving the cigarette a small flick.

Maybe it was the drugs in her, but Yuri didn't think twice about questioning her. She turned back to face the shower and attempted to remove her shirt, but her injured shoulder wasn't allowing much movement. Seeing the girl's pathetic attempt at trying to take off her shirt had Gemma smiling briefly before she stepped forward and helped her with her top followed by the rest of her clothing. As the young girl stood there naked, Gemma couldn't help but take a good look at her body. Except for the red and bruised skin around her bullet wound, and the blood that ran down the front and of back of her, the girl had unmarked skin. There were no tattoos or scars like most of the ladies here had. Her skin was almost a dollish white too, but it wasn't a pasty kind of white like Half-sack. It was a delicate, attractive kind of white that wasn't achieved over night.

As Gemma's eyes roamed over her body, she took notice to how well-endowed she was compared to some of the Asian woman she had seen in her lifetime. Her chest was noticeably larger than anything she had seen on an Asian, which surprised her. They were perky, and looked incredibly soft too. A slight twinge of jealousy surged through her as she focused on her flat, softly defined stomach, small waist, full hips, plump bottom and long legs. This girl was definitely a looker, and young too. Gemma wasn't going to lie and tell herself that this girl wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't at all intimidated. She had seen girls like this before, although they all carried themselves much differently. The majority of them were in the sex selling business, and they all advertised the experienced they had proudly. This girl had an almost innocent look to her, but Gemma could tell by looking at her that she knew her way around a man. It was a gift she had developed being around Luann's Cara Cara girls a bit too often. Under normal circumstances, she would have asked some questions, but this was anything but normal.

Gemma moved past the girl and started the shower, "Take your time. I'll go get you some clean clothes." She spoke before setting out a large towel and feminine smelling bodywash, shampoo, and conditioner. Yuri turned to Gemma and gave a reflexive small bow, "Thank you." she spoke softly, her voice small from not being used for days. The older woman gave her a nod, "Name's Gemma." she replied quickly before leaving without getting the other woman's name.

Yuri stood there in silence before remembering she was naked with the bathroom door still open. Quickly, she closed it and pressed the little button in to lock it before looking back to the shower and gingerly stepping in.

Gemma returned rather quickly with a clean set of clothes, and wasn't surprised to find the bathroom door locked. She breathed in deep as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "Can I ever just have a quiet day?" she asked herself before taking a long drag from her cigarette.

Twenty minutes later, Yuri emerged from the bathroom with the towel wrapped tightly around her. No words were spoken as Gemma helped her get dressed. The clothes fit her surprisingly well. She was given a plain black v-neck that hung a bit loosely on her, a pair of ripped designer jeans, some expensive looking boots, and a baggy red and black flannel button down. Once everything was on, she examined herself in the mirror before Gemma seemingly read her mind, "The clothes were left here by some past visitors."

Yuri nodded her head before turning to face Gemma, "My name is Yuriko, but you can call me Yuri." she told softly before falling quiet. She had no idea what to say next. Normally she'd go on, but this was anything but normal. Gemma nodded her head, "Alright, Yuri. You can walk, right?" she asked despite knowing the answer. Yuri nodded stupidly as if an answer was really needed.

"You look like you could use a change of scenery. How about we go step outside?" Gemma asked as she made her way to the door. Yuri made no attempt to hide the fear she felt when she thought about the men from earlier, "Are they out there?" she asked hesitantly. Gemma knew who she was talking about and shook her head and waved her hand dismissively, "No, they're out working. No one here but us, hun." she replied before disappearing out the door.

Yuri took a moment to gather her thoughts before following loosely behind Gemma. She stepped cautiously out from around the corner expecting to see the men from before, but to her relief Gemma had been telling the truth. The older woman scoffed slightly in disbelief, "What, don't trust me?" she joked dryly before stepping around the bar counter and pulling out a dark alcohol. Yuri gave her an apologetic look before standing rather awkwardly on the other side. Seeing this, Gemma gave a little laugh and told her to sit down while she poured them a drink. Once they were both sipping away, Gemma finally broke the silence, "I'm sure you got a lot of questions…and even more ideas as to who we are exactly." she spoke as she eyed Yuri carefully, "What happened last night escalated into something that should have never happened. That blond guy is my son, Jax. He roughed that guy up to get even with something he had done earlier."

"He cut him off when they were driving?" Yuri asked without much thought.

Gemma nodded her head slowly while giving her a questioning look, "Yeah, he cut them off. Things just got way outta hand. I'm sure you saw it, but Jax didn't kill the guy, the cashier did." she said between a sip.

"So then why take me?"

Gemma focused on finishing her drink and pouring herself a new one before answering, "For a number of reasons. The first and most obvious one was that you were seriously injured, and an ambulance would have taken too long to get there. Jax's a good guy; he couldn't just leave you there to bleed out." She replied in a rather pointed tone as if she should have known this already, "Then there's their own asses that needed to be saved. Everything went down fast, and Jax needed to know that you weren't going to get things mixed up and say he had killed the guy or somethin'."

Yuri nodded her head slightly. Everything did happen fast, and now that she thought about it, the details were a bit fuzzy, "Right…Well, I'm not going to say anything. I…I promise."

Gemma shrugged her shoulders a bit and nodded, "I believe ya. You don't look like the type to do somethin' like that. But I'm not the one who needs convincing. Jax and Clay, my husband, need to hear that from you."

Yuri looked down into her drink and thought about her having to stand in front of Jax and this Clay guy, and swear that she wasn't going to report what happened. 'What if they don't believe me?' she thought worriedly as she thumbed the rim of the glass.

"Don't look so scared. Like I said, we're not killers. Everything will work out."

The younger female took a deep breath before downing the drink, 'I hope they're all as understanding as her.' she thought.

"So, you gonna tell me more about yourself?" Gemma asked as she took a seat on the stool next to Yuri. "Juice tried to do a search on you, but you lost your wallet."

Hearing that she lost the one and only ID she had, and didn't have the money to replace it, Yuri sighed heavily, "Uhm, sure. Yuriko Juliyah Itami. I'm Japanese and Chinese, but was born and raised in Japan. I moved here when I nineteen. That was four years ago. I'm twenty-three now, and live alone in Oakland." she informed before falling silent. She could tell by the look Gemma was giving her that she was curious as to how she spoke such good English. "My mother and Father are both teachers, and spent most of their years in the U.S before moving back to Japan. I learned English from them while taking some formal classes in school." She added. Gemma nodded her head in understanding, "Well, we don't get many Asians like yourself here in Charming. I'm Gemma Teller. My husband Clay runs an auto shop and is the president of this here motorcycle club. My son Jax is the vice president." she spoke as she poured herself another drink.

Just as she was bringing the glass to her lips, the front door was opened and in came the Sons of Anarchy. Clay and Jax came to a slow stop as they eyed Yuri. Both of them looked between the two women drinking before Jax turned an expectant eye to the Asian.

The Sons were abrasive when talking to her, but Gemma was there to be somewhat of a mediator as Yuri explained to them that she wasn't going to say anything. Eventually, Gemma and her convinced them all that the cops and ATF wouldn't be crawling up their asses, and things calmed down a bit.

"Well, she still can't be admitted to a hospital, and her wound isn't fully healed." Chibs spoke as he poured himself a drink.

"Then keep her here until it's healed. It's the least we can do." Gemma chimed in as she came to stand behind Clay.

Jax was hesitant to let a stranger stay so close to the club, and shot Clay a questioning look. The president seemed to give Yuri a once over before looking back to Jax, "She can stay until her shoulder's healed."

Jax didn't question his judgment, and agreed to let her stay in the back room until she was fully healed. This just meant they'd have to be careful of what they say to keep from breaking appearances.

Seeing as though everything was settled, Gemma leaned down to kiss Clay's cheek, "How about we go to the carnival? Yuri can come too, she needs the sunlight." she teased as she made a jab at her porcelain skin.

Yuri ended up riding in the car with Gemma, and they made idle conversation until they arrived at the carnival. The younger woman felt awkward being in public with the people she witnessed a murder with, and it was obvious they all felt the same because they made sure Juice and Half-sack stuck close to her as they entered. Yuri didn't mind though. She didn't even blame them for doing it, but she was in no condition to run, and she had a feeling no one would believe her if she talked. She watched in silence as Jax, Tig and Bobby rode a child's rollercoaster. Gemma had assured her she could walk around, but told her to keep within eyesight to avoid a "misunderstanding". She wasn't going to push it, but she could feel how uncomfortable everyone was with her around, so she ended up breaking away from their group.

Juice and Half-sack followed loosely behind watching her closely, and let them tell ya, they'd say they were watching her, but it was in a way that was the polar opposite of what Jax had told them to do.

"Look at her, man. I've never seen an Asian like that. What is she, Chinese?" Half-sack asked Juice quietly.

Juice smiled, "Japanese and Chinese."

They both shared a smile as they watched her idly walk around looking at all the games and people. Yuri knew they were checking her out, and although she wasn't exactly angry ( it took a lot to anger her ), she was irritated that the two idiots behind her didn't know how to whisper.

"Did you run a search on her?"

"No, I didn't get the chance, but she said she's twenty-three and lives in Oakland."

"Mayan territory? What if she's some kind of spy?"

"Really? I don't think they'd hire a girl to kill a Son."

The two of them chatted animatedly as Yuri continued around the carnival. It was nice to get outside, but she still didn't have all her strength back, and so she was feeling a bit winded after only a few minutes of walking. When the lightheadedness was setting in, she could feel herself losing balance and swaying. It didn't take long for her to run into someone.

The drink Tristen had been carrying was knocked out of her hands and hit the ground, splashing soda onto the back of Yuri's boots. Quickly, she spun around and apologized, but the younger girl seemed to be apologetic too, and they ended up apologizing together. Tristen smiled at her, and couldn't help but think of how pretty she looked. What stood out the most was her long brown hair and hazel eyes. She looked exotic out here amongst the people of Charming.

The bandage peeking out of her shirt caught her attention, and Tristen asked if she was okay.

"I'm fine. Sorry about all this. Can I get you a new drink?" Yuri asked as she picked up the now empty cup. Tristen shook her head and was about to answer when she saw Juice and Half-sack standing a few steps away watching them. She saw the vests, and recalled the blond man from earlier who gave her the tickets was wearing the same thing. "Are you with those people from earlier?" she asked. Yuri followed her line of sight and knew just what she was talking about, "Yeah, I am. I'm a friend visiting from Oakland." She replied, unsure of what else to say to make things less suspicious. Tristen seemed to accept her response, but was now curious of the bandages, "What happened? You look kinda pale."

Yuri smiled and shook her head, "Got into a little accident at home. Got nicked while putting up some shelves." she reassured. It surprised her just how easily she was lying to this kid. She hadn't lied like this in years, and it was a bit alarming at how natural it was to her.

Tristen gave her an apologetic look before nodding her head in understanding, "Well, I hope you get better soon."

Yuri smiled before fiddling with the empty cup awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. Tristen glanced back to Half-sack and Juice, "Hey, wanna go on a ride with me? I've been wanting to go on the spinning one all day, and I got just enough tickets for two people!" she chirped happily as she held out the tickets for Yuri. She looked back at the two men in charge of looking after her, not to get permission, but to see if they were still there. Seeing them unmoved, Yuri turned back to Tristen with a smile, "Sure, I'll go with you."

She wasn't one for carnival rides, but she needed to get away from pressing eyes. If she needed to fake a smile to get away from Juice and the prospect, she'd do it. Sadly the ride didn't last long, and when they got off, Juice was the only one waiting for them.

"That was really fun! Thanks for riding with me, but I gotta go. My parents are probably looking for me." Tristen said as she began to back away with a grin on her face, "By the way, my name is Tristen!" she called as she waved and took off. Yuri never got a chance to respond before the young girl was out of sight. She'd never admit it, but she had fun with the girl, and was glad they bumped into each other.

But then reality dawned on her, and Yuri turned to face Juice with a blank face. Juice seemed hurt by this, "Aw, come on! Don't look like that. You were having fun a minute ago!" he whined with that same goofy grin of his. Yuri shrugged her one good shoulder, "We should probably head back." she replied plainly as she made her way past Juice and back towards the group. The Son member looked around astonished at her dismissive attitude, all the while wondering what he had done wrong before following after her.

When they reached everyone, Yuri quietly told Gemma that she wasn't feeling well expecting her to take her back, but instead Gemma told her she would be staying, but that the guys were heading back.

"Ride back with one of them. That okay, Clay?"

Clay was more or less okay with her riding back with them, the only problem was who she was going to ride back with. Tig was the first to volunteer, but Bobby and Jax shot him down saying he'd take a detour. Jax looked like he was going to volunteer next, but Juice interrupted and said he'd be happy to do it. Everyone exchanged curious looks as Juice stepped up. Even Yuri seemed a bit surprised by this. She figured the cold shoulder she gave him earlier would push him away and put an end to any of his advances.

"What? She needs a ride back!" he argued with a chuckle. Jax turned to Bobby and gave him a devious smile before shrugging his shoulders, "Fine, she rides back with you, Juicy."

If it was even possible, Juice's grin grew larger as he looked over to a mildly surprised Yuri.

"Don't worry, he doesn't bite." Gemma smiled as she leaned down to whisper in her ear. Juice biting was the least of her worries. She simply didn't want to get too close to any of them. She wanted to heal and then leave all this behind her. 'Rosa's surely worried about me, right?' she thought as she was led over to the bikes.

She watched everyone else suit up before taking off without waiting for Juice or her. 'Yeah, just go ahead and leave me alone with him, I'll be fine.' she thought before a black helmet was thrust towards her.

"Gotta put this on." Juice smiled. Yuri stared down at the helmet for a moment before tentatively taking it. She looked it over before looking up at him, "I have to wear this?" she questioned. He nodded his head once, "Yeah. Don't worry though, it'll look good on you." he replied before swinging his leg over his bike and taking a seat. She ignored the last part before hesitantly putting on the helmet and sitting behind him. After a moment of them sitting there awkwardly, Yuri slipped her arms around his waist and held back a wince from the pain in her shoulder. She could feel him smiling, and it irritated her how much he was enjoying this.

"You gotta hold on tighter!" Juice told her, a small smirk on his face. Yuri knew that if she held him any tighter, her breasts would be pressed against him, and she really didn't want to give him that kind of satisfaction. But it was either suck it up and give this guy a brief moment of pleasure, or potentially fall off the bike while he rode and die.

Yuri took a deep breath before closing her eyes and pulling herself closer to him. Just like she thought, her chest was pressed firmly against his leather clad back, and she hated how she could feel the coolness of it through the flimsy shirt material. Like before, she could just feel his smile widen, and the urge to respond to his childish antics was beginning to become too much. 'It won't take long, just suffer through this.' Yuri told herself as she felt the rumble of the bike beneath her as it roared to life.

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The next day was a quiet one. The Sons were outside working while she was inside getting her wound redressed by Gemma. As the older woman worked, she brought up a fundraiser like event she was putting together with everyone. When the one-sided conversation came to an end, Yuri she finally spoke up and asked about Juice.

"Who is he, exactly? He's always got this goofy grin on his face."

Gemma laughed, "Juicy's harmless. He's a good boy, and when it comes to anything technological, he's your go to, but he has little to no social skills which makes him come off as weird. He really is weird, don't misunderstand. He's just not a weirdo."

Yuri furrowed her eyes at the confusing response. He was weird, just not a weirdo? She had no idea what that meant, and for a moment she felt like a total foreigner.

"I see."

The room fell silent before Gemma looked over to her, "Why'd ya ask?"

Yuri just shrugged her shoulder, "No reason. I've just never met a person like him." she lied.

Gemma seemed to accept her answer for now as she didn't ask any more questions and finished in silence. "There, all done. Hey, listen, you heading out? If you are, take these papers with you and put them on the desk in the office." she said before handing her a brown folder filled with papers. Yuri knew that by "heading out", she really wasn't leaving the compound, just leaving the clubhouse. Without question, she took the folder and left. When she stepped out into the lot, she noticed a shiny benz as she made her way to the office. She saw the door closed, but she didn't expect anyone to be inside, so when she heard voices, she stopped and listened.

"My daughter's still in shock, she doesn't remember much. Asshole busted her in the jaw and threw her down in the dirt. Raped her. She'd only thirteen years old."

"What did the cops say?"

"Took a report; Hale's out looking."

There was a tense pause before the talking picked up again.

"I want you to find him. You bring him to me first. Pay anything you want."

Yuri took a step back, stunned at what she was hearing. This so called towing and auto shop was just a cover. They really did kill people for money, just like she thought. Realizing that she probably wasn't suppose to hear any of this, she quickly retreated back into the clubhouse, folder pressed tightly to her chest. Once inside, she made sure Gemma didn't see her before disappearing into the bathroom and locking herself inside.

"Who were they talking about?" she asked herself quietly before sitting down on the toilet. 'A thirteen year old was raped, and someone is paying SAMCRO to kill whoever did it. But who was raped?' she asked herself as she tried to remember any encounters she may have had with a young girl. Suddenly the image of the girl she met at the carnival flashed through her mind, "Tristen? But, I was with her…" she said quietly as she tried to imagine the little girl being a victim of rape. The thought had her feeling nauseous all of a sudden, "Glad I'm in a bathroom." she breathed before taking a deep breath to calm her nerves. If Tristen had been raped, she saw no problem with SAMCRO killing the bastard who did it. She just hoped Tristen was okay.