Previously on "Behind These Hazel Eyes"... also known as the pre season for "Sons of Anarchy".

~SOA~

"If you stay, you could help out around here. I can tell you know how to tune up a bike. You could do that and polish them for me. Earn a few bucks."

What Clay didn't know was that his daughter wouldn't have to worry about money for at least three more years. But she really wanted to stay, and be around him. Not thinking too much on the offer, Wyetta nodded. "Yeah, I'd like that."

Clay smiled. "I'll let everyone know. Get back to your motel and get your things. Wether Gemma likes it or not, you'll be in our guest room."

Wyetta smiled before walking outside, she looked over at the bikes to see someone already looking at her. It was Juice, the guy from last night. She smiled at him again and waved before walking over to her bike and leaving.

~SOA~

"That shit show that happened last night, can never happen again." Clay told the members of SAMCRO, as he sat in his chair as president. "Wyetta is a guest. My kid. My daughter. She ain't asked to be born. Instead of judging her, how about you shitheads get to know her? She's a great girl."

"It's not that we're judging her, brother," The Scotsman, known as Chibs, said. "She's a pretty girl. Hard to believe she came from you." Everyone broke out in a small fit of laughter.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Clay asked, not getting the butt of the joke. The room got quiet.

"We didn't mean to act the way we did last night, Clay," Piney told him. The older man sincerely felt for the girl. She didn't know what she was walking into. He was sure she didn't know much about her father and what he do for living. "She was kind of a surprise. I mean, you have a kid. That's news."

Clay scoffed humorously, "Yeah, you're telling me."

"The way she walked out last night," Jax said, for the first time talking about his newly found stepsister. "That look in her eyes...definitely reminded me of you."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"So, is she off limits?" Kyle asked. Jax and Clay's eyes quickly snapped at the current SAMCRO member. Jax didn't really know that girl but she was technically his sister, so he couldn't help but feel some type of brotherly affection for her.

"Yeah," the stepfather and stepson said in unison. Kyle chuckled, he didn't care, he had an old lady already.

"So, what are you gonna do with her?" Opie asked. "Is she just going to be hanging around the clubhouse?"

Clay looked at his cigar, "that's a great question, Op. I called the meeting to let everyone of you know that she's going to be tuning up the bikes, polishing them."

Everyone started to groan. Everyone except for Juice.

Bobby chuckled dismissively, "Come on, Clay. Don't you think it'd be better for her to take calls when Gemma can't?"

"No, she's good at tuning up bikes," Clay reassured them.

"And how would you know that?" Bobby asked.

"She has an '03 Victory cruiser. Brand new. But the engines were buffed up to be something greater, looked homemade." Juice informed all the men who had their doubts about a women who they haven't had a conversation with yet. Clay seemed impressed, but he didn't know what to think about the prospect knowing more than he did about his own daughter.

"I'll make this a vote, but it's really no point. She's staying and she'll be working, no matter what." The president of SAMCRO announced. "Jax? What's your vote?"

"I say she stays and work on the bikes. Can't keep underestimating what women can do when it comes to an engine and some tires."

Clay nodded, "Bobby?"

The man had his doubts and he couldn't shake them. "It'd be best to keep her in the office so... Nay."

After a few minutes everyone voted YAY for the Morrow girl. Clay nodded, but then he looked at the prospect. "Juicy boy?"

Juice looked up, "Yeah?"

"What do you think of her?"

"She's cool. I like her," Juice said genuinely. He then noticed the look on Clay's face. "You know? In a friendly way. Not that I wouldn't- I would. She's pretty–"

"I think I get it." Clay said, quickly stopping him from embarrassing himself. "Majority rules."

~SOA~

"Here, let me help you with your bag." Gemma offered Wyetta kindly. "Clay called me earlier. He said you were staying here for the summer?"

"Yeah, that's what he told me." Wyetta said, giggling to herself. "Kinda didn't give me a choice."

"That sounds like Clay," Gemma replied. "The guest bedroom isn't too big. That won't be a problem, will it?"

"Nah, it's fine. I don't like a lot of space, you know? Makes me uncomfortable."

Gemma placed the girl's bag on the full sized bedroom. "Well, working as a Private Investigator, I'm sure you had your run in on big spaces and bad men."

Wyetta didn't really say anything, instead she nodded. "Thanks for helping. You didn't have to."

"Sure," Gemma said, waking pass the girl before stopping at the doorway. "I don't know what your end game is. But let me tell you, if you hurt my family in any way, you're going to wish you were still in Missouri."

Wyetta smirked, "if the fear of losing your title as HBIC is in the back of your mind, think again. I ain't here to hurt anyone. I just want to do something I didn't get a chance to do growing up."

"Yeah, and what's that?"

The girl avoided eye contact. "Spend time with my dad."

~SOA~

Two weeks later.

"Hey, Yetta," Jax called from the other side of the lot. "My bike needs a small tune up before the day is done. Think you can handle it. You know, do the special thing you did to your bike."

Wyetta smiled before nodding. The past fourteen as Jax's little sister was going pretty good. He'd come over for dinner at Clay's and Gemma's just to spend time with her. She's even been out to eat with him and Opie. The trio were pretty much inseparable most of the time. She was the little sister that the men never had.

"Yeah, and while I'm at it, I'm sprinkle your bike in unicorn piss." Wyetta joked. Jax scoffed humorously.

"I'll take that as a no, huh? Come on. The engine on your bike is flawless. Just tune me up, alright?"

The Morrow girl sighed, nodding her head, before grabbing her tool box. "I'll fix it up as much as I am without having to replace anything."

"I'll get someone to help you." Jax said as he looked around the garage. He noticed Juice wasn't doing much. "Hey! Juice! Get over here."

As Juice walked over, Jax turned to Yetta. "You know, the meeting for his patch is tonight. Thinking about voting him in."

"It's strange."

Jax raised an eyebrow, "What is?"

"It takes this much to be apart of a motorcycle club. Feels like the process of being a prospect is very similar to frat boys swearing in," Wyetta said, spreading out her tools in a row that best suited her. When it came to objects, the girl was a bit OCD.

Jax watched her. He completely forgot that she didn't really know what they do. It was obvious that she had her suspicions, but she never voiced it. Jax appreciated that, actually.

"Jax, whatcha needed?" Juice asked as he wiped oil stains off his fingers. Jax nodded to his stepsister.

"Help Yetta tune up my bike. Enjoy your last day as a prospect." The blonde man said before walking off.

Juice nodded to himself before looking up to see Wyetta already staring at him.

"Hi," Juice greeted awkwardly. This whole experience was weird for him. He was a man, yes. A man that was good at talking to girls. But from his experience, he only chatted up sweetbutts who only talked to him because he socialize with the Sons of Anarchy. Wyetta was different on so many levels.

One, she was a girl who actually knew her way around cars and motorcycles. Two, she was funny. Three, she was drop dead beautiful. Four, she talked to him like he wasn't a social idiot like everyone says. Five, she was the only who looked at him and made no judgement.

"We gonna be doing this all day?" She asked, pulling the man from his thoughts.

"What?" Juice asked, referring to her question.

Wyetta chuckled. "We've spent some time together. Working on cars and bikes. Seems like the first five minutes, every time, we stare at each other. It's intense. And a little alarming."

Juice's face fell. He feared that he made the Morrow girl uncomfortable. "I'm sorry– I didn't mean– Well, I did mean to..."

"Juice, it's okay. I don't mind." She reassured him. "Really. I just don't want people to think we're having some type of stand off or something."

Juice smiled, "Oh. Right."

"Can you help me lift his bike on this stand?"

Juice was quickly completely the task. He looked at her once more. "There's a clubhouse party tonight."

"I'm aware." Wyetta mumbled, more focused on finding the right tools to start the "tune up" process.

"It's a "patch in" party," Juice continued. It didn't dawn on him that she wasn't particularly interested. "I was wondering if...you know– if you think that you'd.."

"Juice, don't hurt yourself. What is it?"

"You coming tonight?"

Wyetta shook her head, "Nah. Not my type of scenery. I rather go to the arcade, play world war warriors." The Puerto Rican's face lit up.

"You play World War Warriors?"

Wyetta nodded, "Yeah, I play all the time. That last level is a bitch, gets me every time. Especially–"

"Especially when Kurt the Jerk pops out of no where and gun you down." Juice finished for her. The pair looked at each other and smiled. "I can relate. I hate that part too."

"Glad I'm not the only one."

Juice scratched his neck as he laughed softly. "Yeah, you're not the only one.."

"Hey! Prospect!" Clay called out to Juice from the entrance way to the clubhouse. "Vote in time! Get in here!"

"You good here?" Juice asked. Wyetta smiled.

"Yeah, I'm good. You should go before Clarence has an aneurism." She joked. Juice grinned before running off to hear about his fate with the SAMCRO group.

~SOA~

It's been nearly three weeks since Juice was officially patched in a a member of SAMCRO. Wyetta was happy for him. Mainly because he looked so happy. He talked to her a lot more, like suddenly he had a wave of new confidence. They spent time together as friends. Whenever either of them didn't have anything to do, they would go out for dinner or race each other on dirt back roads.

Tonight was going to be a different scenery for Wyetta. Juice invited her over to his apartment. They were going to cook dinner together and play the newest installment of World Ward Warriors.

Juice checked himself out in the mirror, making sure he looked okay. All of this was insane. He liked Wyetta, like more than friends liked her. He didn't know how to tell her. Mainly because she was Clay's daughter, and she was off limits.

There was a knock as his door. Wyetta knocked for times in morse code, which was referenced to the video game they were playing tonight.

With a smile, Juice opened the door to be greeted by the prettiest smile he's ever laid eyes on. "Hey! I brought the pizza sauce and pre-made dough. You got everything else, right?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I got everything," Juice replied, opening the door wider for her to come in.

Wyetta took in her surroundings, she was impressed. "OCD too, huh?"

Juice's ears perked up, "How did you–"

"What man polishes their coffee table to where it's pristine?" It was a rhetorical question. "I just have a thing with my tools and cereal, other than that...I can get a little messy."

The man smirked, "Good think I like to keep clean, huh?"

"I guess so." Wyetta looked at the kitchen then at him. "You ready to start cooking?"

~SOA~

"No!" Juice yelled at the screen. He noticed the mischievous grin on Wyetta's face. He was catching on to what was happening. "You're cheating!"

"It's not cheating! I just know codes." She said nonchalantly.

Juice chuckled, "that's cheating! There's no way you could kill my whole crew in one shot. Impossible."

"Unless it was a boomerang bullet."

Juice shook his head, "The game doesn't have that."

Wyetta shrugged, "Not unless you have the right cheat codes."

"Teach me," Juice said. Wyetta raised an eyebrow. "Come on, please."

"I thought you weren't into the whole...cheating life." Juice licked his lips, something that made Wyetta's stomach move in flutters.

"I'm not."

After having a whole minute stare down, Wyetta gave in. "Fine!" She grabbed his hand. That immediate touch was something that was different at that time, they felt it. They felt the spark. "Um, first you're gonna press A while spinning the left control stick. And, uh, that's it."

Juice placed his hand over hers, repeating what she just told him. "Like that?"

The girl nodded, "Yeah, exactly. Round two?" Juice smiled before nodding.

A few minutes later.

It was a mistake, she shouldn't have showed him that cheat code. It was the fifth time he used it against her.

"Oh come on!" Wyetta yelled at the screen before looking over at Juice. "Have mercy!"

Juice laughed, not really taking her serious. Wyetta took matters into her own hands, she playfully charged at him, pushing him down while straddling his waist.

She playfully punched his chest. Before she could strike again, Juice grabbed her hands as he laughed. Then their eyes connected, together they looked at their hands. Juice slowly undid her balled up fist, giving him the opportunity to intertwine their fingers.

She looked at him, suddenly her hazel eyes not leaving his brown ones. She leaned down and he met her halfway, then it happened. Their lips collided together, moving in a slow motion passionately.

Juice leaned over, giving him an opportunity to switch the position, leaving him to be on top of her.

As the moments went by, the more passionate things got. Their tongues battling for dominance, his hands roaming her body freely, her nails softly digging into his back. Just as she was about to lift up his shirt, there was a pounding on his front door.

"Yo, Juice, man! We gotta go!" The familiar voice of Jax sounding through the door. "We got to run! Open up, man."

Juice looked at Wyetta, almost apologetically. Wyetta smiled. "Ignore him. He'll go away."

He shook his head, "No, he won't." Juice left his spot and opened the door. Jax walked in.

"Took you long enough. We gotta run, retaliations on the Mayans. Op and Kyle are heading to their warehouse. The rest of us are going to interrupt their exchange with Darby." Juice was giving Jax a look, begging him to shut up. Jax was confused, then he turned around, seeing his stepsister sitting there soaking in what he just said. "Yetta, what the hell are you doing here?"

And then he noticed that they both had swollen lips, not from fighting. But from... Jax eyes widen. "What the fuck was happening here before I came?"

"You guys should go instead of discussing what me and Juice were doing," Wyetta said, crossing her arms. Jax knew she was right. He turned back to Juice.

"Let's go." He glanced at his stepsister and pointed at her. "This conversation ain't over yet."

And then they were gone. The Morrow girl sighed as she took a seat on Juice's couch, repeating what Jax said about some Mayans out loud.

~SOA~

"Jax told me where you were last night and who you were with..." Clay announced as he stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom. "Yetti, what were you doing there?"

"Nothing. We were just playing video games. Jax is paranoid."

"You leave in two weeks. Starting something with Juice is a big mistake."

Wyetta looked up from her book, her eyes instantly connecting to Clay's icy blues. "I'm pretty sure I'm an adult. And he's an adult. We know what we're doing."

"There was a rule that he broke."

The girl looked around, "And what does that have to do with me?"

"You are the rule." Clay told her, making his way to sit on the bed with her. "Kid, I told everyone that you were off limits."

The Morrow girl didn't know how to feel. Confused. Upset. Tired. "What gave you the right to say that? If people want to flirt with me, date me, they can...it's ultimately my decision."

"Yeah? Well, I don't want to see you hurt. As a member, he won't– you won't–"

"What? Spit it out."

"The club comes first. Always. You sure that's a kind of relationship you want?"

Wyetta thought about it for a moment. She's wanted something special. And she wanted someone that could keep up with her, even if just a little bit. And Juice gave that to her. She wasn't sure if it was summer love or curiosity, but she wanted the opportunity to figure it out. "Yes. Yes, it's what I want. Don't be mad at Juice. I came on to him–"

Clay stood up, anger planted on his face. "You did what?!"

Wyetta rolled her eyes. "Not like that. I flirted with him. I made most of the moves. So don't blame him. Look, I...I really like him."

The father could hear the sincerity in her voice. It wasn't a "Let's fuck" type of thing. It was two kids who wanted to see where things could go. And he respected that. "I hear ya, kid. Do what ya want. I ain't gonna argue with you. Congrats."

Wyetta stood up and hugged him. Clay tensed up at first, the feeling of parental affection was new for the father and daughter, but he hugged her back anyways. "Oh, and, Clay..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm officially moving to Charming. Don't worry, I won't be polishing bikes for long."

Clay held her in a tighter embrace. "You can work at the shop for however long you want. Need a place to stay?"

Wyetta shook her head, "Juice could use a roommate." The girl looked up at her father to see he wasn't amused. She laughed. "I'm kidding. I could crash here for a while, get an apartment on something."

"Hmm." Clay pulled away from her. "I got to get going."

"Okay. You know I heard about Opie, I hope he could get his bail posted. Arson is a pretty big deal."

When she mentioned that, Clay got upset all over again. He couldn't wait to get his hand on Kyle for leaving Opie stranded for the cops to find him. Clay kissed his kid on the forehead before leaving to deal with matters inside the club.

~END OF CHAPTER THREE~

~A/N~

Phew! I really enjoyed writing that. Don't worry we're gonna get into the show soon. Like two chapters away from season one. Next chapter is set a year later. Then some time after that. Maybe one more original chapter after that. And then on to the show!

I'm hoping to really capture these characters and making the dialogue believable.

I have an actress/singer for Wyetta but not sure if you guys want to know.

Tell me what you'd like to see in the near future.

Sorry for grammar errors and all.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!