I don't own anything that belongs to the Sons of Anarchy. All credit goes to Kurt Sutter and FX.

When Samantha woke up the next morning, she noticed that Tig was nowhere to be seen. Sitting up in her bed, she wiped her eyes that she knew were probably red and puffy from crying last night. It had taken her hours to finally fall asleep in her brothers arms, and even then her slumber had been restless. Her mind drifted back to Happy every time she closed her eyes, and that caused her to go in and out of sleep until this morning.

Slipping out of the bed, she shuffled into the hallway. The first thing she noticed was the smell of bacon wafting in from the kitchen, and her brows furrowed. Who the hell was cooking in her kitchen? Rounding the corner, she was surprised to see Tig placing freshly cooked bacon on the table along with eggs and sausage. Freshly brewed coffee was sittin in the pot, and the scent of syrup was divine. "Thought you might like something to eat." Was all he said.

"Thanks," Samantha said quietly, taking a seat at the small kitchen table and grabbing some bacon off the plate. "I didn't know you cooked."

"Just never had anybody to cook for until now." He replied with a shrug, and sat opposite her, grabbing the sausage. The two fell into a comfortable silence as the food was passed between them. Samantha got small servings of each food while Tig piled his plate high and dug in like an animal. 'Men,' she thought with a roll of her eyes, sipping her coffee. It had been a long time since she'd spent breakfast with another person, and it being her brother made her feel happy for some reason. Like she wasn't on her own anymore.

"You know you're gonna have to tell me what happened last night sometime, right?" Tig suddenly stated, looking at her over his coffee mug. "You were a train wreck." Samantha sighed, placing her fork down on her plate and lacing her fingers on the table. She knew he would be asking questions, but what she didn't know was what her answers would be. She definitely wasn't going to tell him about how she slept with Happy only for him to tell her it meant nothing. Tig would go and shoot him. No, as much as she wanted to throw Happy to the wolves and make him pay for what he did to her, she wouldn't do that to the club.

"It was just stress and coming home; it overwhelmed me and I kinda lost it." She vaguely informed him, letting out a dramatic sigh just for show. "I guess I'm just trying to get used to being back and having people to lean on is all. Sorry for worrying you like that." She glanced over at Tig who was giving her a look that said he didn't believe any of the shit she was saying, but he let ago with a curt nod of his head and went back to his breakfast.

'Thank God he's not pushy.' She thought with a silent sigh of relief as she too turned back to her plate of food. She couldn't' even begin to imagine what he would have done if she'd told the truth. It was best he didn't know, for both their sakes.

The two siblings finished breakfast and Samantha collected the plates to put in the sink. "I gotta go-club shit." Tig said, standing up and adjusting his cut. "Call me if you need anything." And the with a small smile and a kiss on her forehead, he walked out the front door. She heard the sound of his Dyna as it backed out of the driveway and then fade as it took off down the street. Letting out a sigh, she leaned against the granite counter. Finally, she was alone.

Washing the dishes and putting them away in the cupboards, she decided to take a hot shower to wake her up. Shuffling down the hall to the bathroom, she quickly stripped herself and stepped under the hot spray that had been adjusted just to her liking. She took her time, pampering herself with body washes and sweet smelling shampoo. By the time she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her thin frame, it was almost eleven o'clock.

She quickly pulled on a pair of tight skinny jeans with a white tank top, putting a blue and white flannel over it. Slipping into a pair of black stilettos, she grabbed her purse and keys before heading out the door. The sun was shining brightly overhead and the heat attacked her cold skin from being inside with the air conditioning. Climbing into her car, she took off towards the clubhouse.

She was both relieved and saddened to see that Happy's bike was no longer in the long row of motorcycles, and parked her car by the clubhouse before stepping out. She walked toward the auto shop's office, and found a woman sitting at the desk attending to the piles of paperwork. "Do you want some help?" She asked.

The woman looked up and scrutinized her with hawk like eyes. "Who the hell are you?" Yep, this was Gemma. Samantha had been told about the SAMCRO queen the other day, and her attitude towards newcomers was just as they described.

"I'm Samantha, Tig's sister." Samantha informed the woman, stepping further into the small office and crossing her arms over her chest. "We spoke the other day about my car, the Honda Civic. Tig said you invited me to your dinner tonight."

"Yeah, sorry hun." She said, retracting her venomous tone and settling for a warmer one. "Never know who the hell's gonna come through that door. Take a seat, you can help me alphabetize these files." Samantha did as she was told, and took a stack of files from Gemma's hand, setting them in her lap before getting to work.

"So, how come I've never met you 'til now sweetheart?" Gemma asked while they both worked.

"Tig never wanted me to get involved with this life; said that it was better if I didn't know what was goin' on. He wanted me to go to college and make a life for myself."

"Which I'm guessing didn't go as planned since you're here now." Gemma stated.

"Yeah, you could say that." Samantha replied, shrugging her shoulders vaguely. "Got mixed up with the wrong people and messed up my life, so I decided to come home and start over. Besides, Tig's the only immediate family I have left. Our mom died about a year ago and we haven't seen our father since we were kids." Gemma looked at the younger girl as she sifted through the stack of files. She was a strong girl, the older woman could tell. Samantha gave off the air of a girl who'd been through a lot in her past, but wasn't one to let it effect how she would work now to change her future. She wasn't weak like most girls Gemma'd seen around the club.

"Well if you need anything, the club's here for ya'." She told the younger girl with a rare smile. "You're family, and family takes care of its own." Samantha looked at the older woman for a moment before a smile tugged at her lips and she nodded her head.

"Thanks."

SOASOASOA

"Sweetheart, go set the plates down for me." Gemma said as she hurriedly chopped carrots to go into the salad she was making while Samantha stirred a pot of homemade spaghetti. It was almost six o'clock, and the club was due to arrive at the Teller-Morrow house any second for the dinner that Samantha assumed was held on not so rare occasions.

Grabbing the plates off the counter top, she moved into the connected dinning room to set them in front of each chair. She then went around with silverware, and lastly the cups though she had a feeling most people would be drinking beer. "So, do you do these dinner things for a reason?" She asked Gemma as she returned to the kitchen and resumed her position on front of the spaghetti pot.

"It helps everyone get away from club shit, gives them a stress free night with their family." Gemma replied with a small smile. "I've been doing this ever since I had my first son and never stopped. It feels good to have your entire family sitting around the dining table." Samantha just nodded, trying to remember if there had ever been a time her entire family sat down to eat together. Usually it was only her and Tig that sat at the table with frozen dinners while their mother got strung out on whatever she was taking in the back bedroom. It wasn't a bad memory though- she and Tig would always crack jokes at each other and pretend that everything was fine with their dysfunctional little family.

She wondered for a brief moment what her father was doing at that moment. Was he happily sitting around a dinner table with a new wife and children? Was he smiling as he cut up his new daughter's roast for her? Was he happy without her in his life?

She forced herself to stop thinking about negative things such as her father, and then the door opened to distract her. The first thing she heard was laughter, and then she saw everyone walking into the dinning room with smiles. "Wow, smells good Gemma." Chibs said as he took a peek into the kitchen. He gave Samantha a smile as well. "Hey there munchkin." Samantha didn't say anything about the nickname, but smiled back at him before turning the stove off. Grabbing a strainer, she quickly dumped the noodles out and waited for the water to go out before putting them in a large bowl. Next came the sauce that Gemma'd made earlier, and she mixed it in evenly.

"Go ahead and set that out there for me." Gemma said, and Samantha nodded. She set the bowl on the table, watching the men eye it with hungry eyes. Gemma then came out with the salad and potatoes, placing them on the table as well. "Alright, everyone sit down."

The noise of chairs scraping against the hardwood floor was all that could be heard as everyone sat down. Samantha took a seat between Gemma and Tig, and looked at her brother with a smile. "You getting along with Gemma?" He asked her.

"Yeah, she's pretty cool." She responded with a nod of her head. "Doesn't take anyone's shit-we're alike in that aspect." Tig snorted before accepting the beer Gemma handed him. Samantha took one herself, and twisted the top open before setting it in front of her for later.

"Alright, before we eat, I wanna say a few things." Gemma said with a smile, standing before everyone. "Everyone sitting around this table is family. We protect our own and we always have each other's backs. And with every new family member, we grow a tighter bond. I love all of ya'." And with that, everyone raised their glasses with shouts of agreement, and Samantha smiled as she took a pull of her beer.

She finally had a family she could count on.

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I'm going to be on vacation in Maine from the 2nd of July to the tenth, and I might not have internet access at my grandfather's house. I will ,however, still be writing chapters, so I'll have at least two or three by the time I get back if I can't update. Thanks (: