Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy or anything else associated with the franchise. All that beautiful goodness comes from its creators. Thank you

Note: Should have put this in the first chapter that this story spans from season 1 up to the beginning of season 4. Please pay close attention to the dates as they will jump around in time, I made them in bold in hopes they will be easier to notice. Story is rated M for mature themes, language and sexual content.

September 8th 2008

Clary was submerged in a sea of children at the local library where she hosted a weekly reading event of classic books for children. They had just finished their session of reading The Lion, Witch and The Wardrobe when her phone rang. She pulled it from her pocket as some of the kids jumped up and down waving to get her attention.

"Ok ok, slow your horses." Clary laughed moving her left hand up and down trying to calm them. She looked down at her phone to see the name Gemma glowing brightly on the front. Sliding her finger across the screen to answer she could already hear shouting coming from the speaker.

"Hi Gemma," Clary affectionately spoke into her phone.

"Where are you?" Gemma's angry voice screeched.

Clary glanced around at all the children knowing her weekly schedule was well plotted out with all the SOA members and their old ladies. She gripped the phone tightly knowing what ever Gemma was going to say wasn't good, "At the library. What's wrong?"

"That druggie bitch," Gemma shouted into her ear, "She fucking OD 'd and went into early labor."

"Shit!" Clary whispered softly into the phone so none of the children could hear.

Gemma's frustrated voice continued, "And I've tried calling Jax and the club, but no one is answering."

"Where are you?" Clary repeated the earlier question.

She heard Gemma's tongue clicked, "On the way to the hospital."

"Ok ok," Clary replied keeping her voice calm trying to soothe Gemma's anger, "You go on to the hospital. I will swing by the yard to find Jax."

"Thanks baby girl." Gemma responded before hanging up.

Clary sighed before smiling down at all the children as she walked forwards towards the library desk. She smiled at the librarian Emily who just happened to be a friend of hers sitting behind the desk, "Hey Em!"

"Hey Clary, the reading was great today." Emily spoke cheerfully.

Clary easily returned the joy, "Thanks."

"Emily I'm sorry to throw this on you, but do you think you can watch Josie and take her back to my place when the library closes?" Clary asked glancing back to look at a dark haired toddler surrounded by the other children giggling happily.

"Absolutely no problem," Emily replied, "Is everything okay?"

"Hopefully, I have to run over the hospital for a family thing. I'll have a sitter at home waiting to watch her." Clary responded.

Emily nodded which Clary quickly replied with a gracious thank you before walking back over to the group of children. She approached the toddler leaning down to pick the baby girl up in her arms. Bringing her close she kissed the little's girl cheek, "Be good for Emily, sweetie. Momma will see you tonight."

The girl giggled as Clary placed her back down on the carpet and crawled over to a group of playing children. Clary watched with a smile at her little social butterfly before turning and heading for the library exit. She looked back waving bye at Emily who was standing up from the behind the desk returning the wave. Exiting the library she climbed into her four door 2007 jeep pulling the door shut cranking the engine. Putting the vehicle in reverse she backed out of the space and shifted the jeep into drive. As she left the parking lot she prayed the boys were in church so she didn't have to search all of California for them.

The gavel hit the table signaling the end of Church and all the boys jumped to their feet shuffling to door getting rowdier with each step. Jax crossed the club house and exited the building following Clay out to their bikes. Before reaching them a honking horn caught their attention and the group of men paused to see Clary's jeep pulling up.

She slammed her foot on the brake bringing the vehicle to a halt and threw it into park before sliding out. The moment her feet hid the pavement Clary stomped her way over to Jax, "Jesus don't you check your phone."

"What's up Clary?" Jax questioned pulling his phone out of his pocket to see 15 missed calls from Gemma and 2 from Clary.

"Wendy OD'd and went into early labor," Clary announced as she approached the group, "If we leave now we can probably make it before the birth."

"Fuck, are you kidding me?" Jax growled looking over to Clay.

Clay reached up to squeeze Jax's shoulder, "Don't worry about it son. Go be there for your kid."

Jax nodded in appreciation, "Thanks Clay."

"Let's go Clary." Jax announced heading for his bike.

Clary nodded turning around and climbing back into her Jeep. Before she could back out Juice came jogging up to the door, "Clary wait up."

Keeping her foot on the brake Clary leaned out the window with an annoyed look since she was in a hurry.

"Where's Josie?" Juice asked glancing into the backseat of the jeep.

Clary's frown transformed into a small smile, "She's at the library with Emily. I called Sam; she is going to watch Josie tonight after Emily drops her off."

"Ok, awesome," Juice replied jumping forward to place a swift kiss on Clary's lips, "I'll see you later."

Clary winked at him backing out of the spot to follow Jax to the hospital. While Juice remained in his spot watching her jeep until it turned out of the parking lot before heading for his bike.

Tara walked down the hallway heading to the waiting room to give Jax information on his son. She knew the waiting room would be full of SOA members looking to support their fellow brother. As she approached the hallway leading to the room she paused to glance around the corner. Immediately she caught sight of Jax sitting in the waiting room with a beautiful dark haired woman resting her head against his arm. Tara could see them holding hands as they set in the chairs waiting for someone to come give them an update.

Taking a deep breath, she turned the corner heading into the waiting room. She watched as Gemma, Jax, and the dark haired woman jumped to their feet.

"How is he?" Jax asked dropping the woman's hand looking at Tara in angst.

Tara had to blink as she watched the beautiful woman step forward linking her fingers once again with Jax's hand. She continued to watch at Jax squeezed her hand and leaned into the women's ear to whisper something.

The woman nodded leaning forward giving Jax a kiss on the cheek before turning around to grab Gemma's hand and pull her back to the seats among the rest of Sam Crow.

"Well?" Jax's voiced rang out calling her attention's again.

Tara gestured behind her, "Just this way."

Jax nodded as he moved his hand outward to give Tara the notion to lead the way. Tara smiled as she walked back to the doorway leading Jax to a more secluded place to talk. Before they could exit the waiting room she glanced back catching sight of the beautiful brunette watching them go.

It was a few hours later when Tara left the operation room after her part of Abel's surgery was over. She had been at it for a while doing her best to save Jackson's son's life. She felt terrible for the little boy who was currently fighting for his life. The hallway was sparse of people as she strode down the corridor for the on call room. She made it half way down the hallway before she heard the noises of a woman moaning.

Tara's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she looked towards the stairwell door that was nudged open ever so slightly. The noises she could hear were coming from behind that door making her curious.

Stepping forward she glanced through its small window to see the beautiful dark haired woman she had seen earlier with Jax gripping the metal rail of the stairway. Tara leaned a bit more forward into the window to see a tall dark haired man wearing a son's cut that she recognized as Tig from her earlier days hanging out with Sam Crow. He was currently fucking the woman against the stair railing.

Her jaw dropped at the scene and she had almost launched away from the window when the woman caught sight of her. She was staring straight at Tara as she leaned back grabbing Tig's hair with her fist while giving Tara a wink in the process.

Tara pushed herself away from the door dashing down the hallway trying to get away from the groans and moans coming from the stairwell.

April 24th 2002

The sun was sinking low in the sky as Tig turned his dyna onto Hill Street. He had left TM a little over an hour ago and instead of driving home he was cruising the streets and back roads of Charming. Eventually his aimless traveling had lead him to this road that he found himself traveling on now a little bit more than normal since Clary showed up. He knew he wasn't the only Son that would do little drive bys to check on the newest addition to Charming. Piney's warning hadn't stopped any of the boys from flirting with her.

Passing Opie's house Tig slowed his bike down so as he approached Clary's ranch so he would be able to see if anything was going on. As her house came into view he turned his head and immediately caught sight of the girl's perfect ass sticking in the air. He tightened his hands on the handles so he wouldn't lay down his bike.

Without thinking he turned into her driveway catching her attention. Clary continued to remain on her hands and knees in front of the flowers she was planting, but she watched as Tig parked the dyna.

He climbed off his bike dropping his helmet on the seat before stepping around it to head towards Clary. Walking forward over the grass he stopped and grinned down at the young woman.

"Hey there gorgeous"

Clary looked back down to push the final amount of soil over the sides of the flowers before glancing back up at the Sergeant of Arms.

"Can I help you, sir?" Clary asked

Tig watched as the younger woman leaned back, moving her backside up and into the air before pointing back downwards to her feet moving with the grace of a cat as she leaned back. He groaned to himself at the action as he hovered over her, "Just stopped by to see if you needed any help."

Clary continued to remain on her knees leaning back on her feet to stare up at him. The way she was positioned he could see down her tank top and the swell of her breast from the push of her bra. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he continued to ogle her.

"But it looks like you got everything pretty much covered." he grinned.

Clary started to wipe her hands together to knock off the excess dirt, "You should have stopped by earlier. I would always appreciate a second set of hands to get dirty with."

He gulped; a day dream of having this girl bent over a chair before him made him grow hard in his jeans. A smirk graced Clary's lips as she took notice of his growing issue and the crazed amount of desire in his eyes. She could almost laugh at the insane amount of shameless flirting that Tig and several others of the SOA members had been laying on her.

She had only been around a month, but she had a good idea of how each of the men worked. And while there was one certain Son she wouldn't mind really getting to know she wasn't looking for any type of relationship. So with him staring down at her like that Clary figured a night of meaningless fun wouldn't hurt.

Tig watched as Clary suddenly leaned forward reaching out running her hands up along his legs as she rose up against him. His eyes widened as she stared up at him with a gleam in her eye while setting her face close to the bulge in his pants.

"But it looks like you might need a little bit of help with something." Clary smirked as she tilted her head and nipped at his erection through his jeans.

"Oh fuck," he groaned jumping at the action.

Clary slipped back rising to her feet before turning and walking towards her front door. He remained in a stunned silence watching her walk up to the door and pushing it open with a small glance over her shoulder at him. He stumbled forward stopping when his feet hit the brick walk way and he could see inside.

She had left the door open and he watched as she pulled off her tank top throwing it behind her. He continued to watch as walked a little bit more down the hall before stopping. She glanced behind her making eye contact with him as she slid her shorts down her legs.

Tig stared, his mouth hanging open as she stepped out of her shorts and continued to make her way down the hallway removing her bra in the process.

He blinked than glanced up at the sky raising his hands in a prayer, "Thank you lord."

He was moving forward then unbuttoning his shirt by the time he was through the front door. His kutte hit the floor as he slammed the door shut behind him.

"You coming Tiger?" Clary's voice filtered from door the hall.

"Oh yeah baby, just you wait." Tig shouted charging forward.

"Jesus baby," Tig gasped collapsing onto the bed.

Clary dropped next to him in a tangle of limbs and a satisfied sigh as Tig continued to try to catch his breath. They had been at for hours and Tig was starting to think he might have bit off more than he could handle.

He blinked staring up at the ceiling in utter amazement after his sex filled romp with Piney's niece. That hot little piece of ass knew how to fuck. Shit he thought she could move her hips like one of the Korean whores he had fucked back in his military days. And she could deep throat like some kind of hard core porn star. He wondered where she had learned such things, and he leaned up to stare at the scars that marked her bare skin curious if they had anything to do with it.

He had noticed when he had his face buried down south that she had a long scar on her left thigh like someone has tried to slice her femoral artery open. There was a small scar was on her right side just above her hip, which looked like it had been done by a small knife along with another scar this one long running just under her left breast down to the bottom of her ribs. He had also noticed when he had her on her knees at some point that she had a scar on her right shoulder and he could recognize a bullet wound when he saw one.

A groan escaped him as he shifted, the sheets rubbing against his now clawed up back. The girl was an animal and he had some bite marks to prove it.

When he reached out to stroke her hip she slowly began to untangle her limbs from his. Rolling over she sighed faced first into a pillow as she pulled it towards her. Before melting into the comfort of her bed she moved her leg and started pushing Tig towards the edge.

"Alright Tiger, time to go." She mumbled nudging him.

Tig set up surprised that he was being kicked out, that wasn't something he was use too. He was the one usually telling the bitches to get out of his bed.

"Really doll?" Tig nearly growled as he climbed out of the bed.

Clary didn't even glance at him as she snuggled deeper into mattress pulling her comforter over her, "Just pull the door shut on your way out."

Tig stood there speechless for a second before scoffing as he turned to collect his clothing. Dressing quickly he opened the front door to leave glancing over his shoulder to look back at the bed room. He grinned to himself as he left the house pulling the door shut behind him. Heading for his bike he couldn't help but think that girl was definitely going to be trouble.

The garage was loud and the men were burning up inside as they worked on cars. Tig grabbed a rag from his back pocket to dab the sweat from his forehead, leaning away from the car he was working on. Feeling hot he headed over to lean against the side of the open garage doors to enjoy some fresh air. He looked around the yard catching sight of Clary pulling some boxes out of Gemma's car and carrying them to the club house.

His eyes remained fixed on her as she walked back over to the car and leaned over to pull another box out of the trunk. The box must have been all the way against the back of the trunk because she had to bend forward leaving her ass in perfect display for the whole yard.

"Aye that's a lovely sight." Chibs spoke stepping up next to Tig.

Tig glanced over at him with a smirk, "That it is."

The pair continued to watch her walk around the yard helping Gemma with whatever she needed without any amount of complaining. Chibs lit a cigarette taking a drag, "So what do you think brother?"

Tig's eyebrow rose in question as Chibs continued, "Fucks like a saint?"

"HA!" the loud laugh burst from Tig's lips.

It was Chibs turn to stand there with a raised eyebrow staring at Tig who just grinned, "Nah man more like a wild animal."

"And why would you think that?" Chibs questioned.

Tig gave him a devilish grin as he pulled the cuff of his shirt and overalls over passed his shoulder to reveal one of the few bite marks that riddle his skin. Chibs dropped his cigarette grabbing Tig's arm to hold him still as he looked at that bite, "Shite. What the fuck 'appened?"

"Like I said she fucks like a wild animal," he gloated to the Scot.

Opie looked up from the bike he was working on catching sight of the mark on Tig's shoulder and heard his words. He leapt up from his spot rushing forward to push pass Chibs and punch Tig in the face, "You son of a bitch."

"Fuck!" Tig shouted as he stumbled out of the garage as Opie continued to bear down on him.

"Opie stop!" Chibs yelled trying to grab Opie's arm.

Opie pushed Chibs off of him as he swung again hitting Tig who tried to block the advance. He roared ready to swing again when two sets of arms grabbed both of his pulling him off. Chibs and Jax gripped him tightly as Jax shouted, "Ope what the hell?"

"Seriously Opie?" Clary growled popping up beside them and dropping to her knees next to Tig. She reached out grabbing him by the arm, pulling him to his feet. Jax and Chibs continued to hold onto Opie who was breathing heavily in anger.

Clary let go of Tig's arm to turning around to glare up at Opie in annoyance, "What were you thinking?"

"Piney told them not to touch you," Opie snarled.

With a roll of her eyes Clary waved her hand telling Jax and Chibs to let him go, "Go grab a drink Ope, I'll come inside in a second."

Opie glared at all then before walking forward shoving Tig in the shoulder as he passed heading towards the clubhouse. The men stood there watching Opie disappear before looking at one enough. Once he was out of eye sight Clary turned back to Tig and stepped forward running her hands up and down along his overalls. She looked up at him with a sly smile, "Alexander."

"Yeah baby?" Tig smirked.

"If you ever want a repeat from last night," Clary spoke her voice loud enough for Jax and Chibs to hear, "You'll keep me out of the locker room talk. Got it?"

"Whatever you say doll," he nodded.

Clary just smiled and walked away from him heading towards the clubhouse without giving Chibs or Jax a look. Tig watched her walk away before turning his head to spit some blood out of his mouth. He glanced up at the boys with a delighted grin, "Best sex ever guys."

"Jesus," Chibs muttered turning back towards the cars.

Jax rolled his eyes, "You're a real piece of work."

Tig just laughed following them back into the garage while wiping his face clear of the blood from his beat down from Opie. Those punches might have hurt but it was worth it to see the look on Chibs and Jax's faces when they learned he had gotten there first.

Clary walked into the clubhouse immediately catching sight of Opie and Piney sitting at the bar. Opie was still red faced and gripping his beer bottle so tightly there was a chance it might shatter in his hand. She strode forward catching eyes with the blonde crow eater behind the bar. The blonde grabbed a glass and the bottle of bourbon from the shelf to pour her a drink. As Clary slipped onto the bar stool next to Opie the blonde placed the glass in front of her.

She nodded her head towards the woman as she lifted the glass to her lips. Taking a sip she turned to glare at Opie and Piney, "What the fuck?"

Both men looked at her with a frown which only meant Opie had already ratted her out to Piney. Her uncle gave her a disapproving look which Clary returned with a challenging glare.

"Out of all your options you choose Trager?" Piney's rough voice questioned.

Clary sipped her drink before placing it on the counter and turning towards the two men, "While I don't think who I fuck is either of your concern."

They huffed at her as she continued, "I'm not looking to become someone's wife or old lady. So I rather fuck the one that doesn't want to be tied down."

"Jax doesn't want to be tied down," Opie huffed.

Clary threw her head back laughing, "That isn't what I've noticed."

Opie's brow furrowed at that before turning towards the bar to take a swing of his beer. He stared forward grumbling to himself as he stewed in his anger. Clary sighed leaning over and placing her hand on Opie's arm. He turned his head to glare down at her.

"Ope," Clary smiled softly squeezing, "I know you're pissed."

"Damn right I am," Opie growled.

Clary's shoulders slump, "You have to understand after everything the past few years I'm not looking for something final."

"That man is insane Clara."

Clary nodded, "Insane and noncommittal is what I need right now."

Opie sighed looking over to his dad for back up, but the old man just shook his head downing his drink. His eyes shifted back to Clary studying her for a moment before his own shoulders slumped. Not knowing the full details of her military service as a field nurse he knew there was something that had happened that altered her into the way she was now. He turned to look at her.

"Fine, we'll stay out of your business."