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This is my fanfiction story. All rights belong to Kurt Sutter and FX. I am just borrowing the Sons of Anarchy characters. Reba is my OC as is Kaylee. I also give rights to the CW and the creators of iZombie for their known characters. This is a work of Fiction. Story rated m for rape situations and abuse. May include lemons in later chapters. Please Read and Review. This is my first story and I would appreciate any critique you have.

Chapter 8: One of Us (Tig's POV)

As I left Reba in Claire's to get some piercings, I decided she needed a gift for being so amazing to us, even though we didn't tell her about all of us having been arrested before. She also just fit in so well with all of us. It is like she was meant to be here. The thing is we were going to tell her before Unser butted his annoying ass into the conversation and ruined it for us. I am just happy Reba didn't bail after she heard that about us. Chibs needs her in his life, hell, so does Bobby. If I am being completely honest, we all need her. She is fiercely protective over everyone, she can hold her own, and she is trustworthy. I was thinking about what type of gift I could get her, when all of a sudden it hit me like a train out of nowhere. What better gift to get Reba then a fleece blanket, a necklace charm, and a t-shirt with SAMCRO and a reaper on it; something that makes her an honorary part of this club. The shirt will be emerald green to have her blue eyes stand out more. The blanket will be black with the reaper in white and the necklace will be silver, with a miniature reaper on it. I mean, I wish Clay would patch her in, but he is so set in his ways, he doesn't know when we have a good thing right in front of us. When he steps down or is excommunicated, I am going to try to convince Jax to patch in females if they can hang. I also decided to get her a guitar with the reaper on it. I remember her talking about playing guitar when we were on the swing sets; of course the guitar will be black, and the reaper in red, but still, I think it's a nice idea. I hope she likes it. Maybe she, Bobby, Chibs, and I can start a band or something and call ourselves The Reapers. That would be a sight. I wonder how well Clay would take that one. Clay is losing his touch lately. I mean, I don't know what has gotten into him, but he's acting more of an ass since Opie's first wife, Donna, was killed; although, it got worse after Reba got here, or better yet, since we first saw her to ride protection for Bobby. He isn't even letting me go on as many runs as I used to.

On my way to meet Reba at the truck I decided to call Clay and let him know what I was buying for Reba. When he answered he said, "What? I am kind of busy and in the middle of something, can't it wait until you get back from whatever the hell you are doing?"

I replied, "No, but I'll be quick. I was just calling to let you know I bought Reba some things with SAMCRO and the Reaper on it."

I had to pull the phone away from my ear as Clay yelled, "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! SHE IS NOT A PART OF SAM CROW AND SHE NEVER WILL BE! AT BEST SHE WILL BE AN OLD LADY! EVEN THEN SHE DOES NOT NEED ANYTHING WITH THE REAPER OR SAMCRO ON IT! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING TIG?!"

When he was done yelling at me, I said calmly, "Clay, whether you like it or not, Reba is a huge part of SAMCRO now. She knows nearly everything there is to know, she can shoot a gun, and she can hold her own. I don't see why it's even that big of a deal. I mean Gemma has SAMCRO things. Why can't Reba? This was just a courtesy call, I didn't have to call you and let you know, so maybe you could appreciate that." I then hung up on Clay, because I didn't feel like dealing with his shit anymore.

I headed over to the truck to meet up with Reba. I couldn't wait to get back to Charming and give her the gifts. She deserved them. Maybe she'll ride out to the cabin on the river to help me set it up for the weekend. I don't know what it is about this girl, but she makes me want to be a better person over all; not just with the club. I have realized that in the week she has been here, it takes more to make me angry. Plus, I think it would be a good distraction against some of our enemies. I mean, who would expect a girl to be SAMCRO; especially a girl who is as beautiful as Reba, with her long raven black hair and blue eyes. She also has some freckles scattered across her face. I think another reason I like her so much, is because she is so beautiful, yet she doesn't believe it. She is so very smart, yet she doesn't flaunt it around in your face to make you feel stupid. Plus she can hold her liquor and she enjoys motorcycles. I wonder if she would consider helping us in the garage from time to time. Even through all of that, I know she has a secret. I know there is something she doesn't want anyone to know about her; not even Chibs. I don't know what she is hiding, but I hope she can trust me enough to talk to me about it soon. When we got back we unloaded and watched a movie called Black Hawk Down. Reba cried at one point in the movie when some character named Master Sergeant Griz died. I was very confused. Chibs and I just kind of let her cry and gave her tissues. Then she fell asleep. After the movie went off, I helped get her into bed, kissed her forehead and then left. I couldn't remember why for the life of me I called her baby. It just seemed like the right word at that moment. She was so cute when she told me sorry for going overboard. I guess I was just going to give her the presents tomorrow.