Ana became more and more adjusted to life in Charming as time passed. Three months later, she'd began a relationship with Casey Jones, a professor at the college in Lodi. She'd met him at a history conference one weekend, and they hit it off. She didn't love the man, but she enjoyed spending time with him.

She loved her job. Teaching American History was something dear to her, as she loved reading history books growing up. She always told her class that without history, they were nothing, as they would one day become a part of someone'else's history. She stole that line from one of her professors at UCLA, but the ninth graders seemed to understand it well enough. Gradually, her students warmed up to her, and soon they were coming to her without shame if they needed help. Her first quarter grade for all of her classes were the highest in the school, and she'd made it known that while she may be young, she wasn't fucking around when it came to her job.

"Anyone know where Tristen is?" she asked one day, just before Halloween. It was her last class of the day, and she was ready to go home and call it a day. She saw a couple of girls look at each other, uncertainly, and knew that whatever it was, things were seriously wrong.

"She's in the hospital, Ms. Lewis," one of them said.

One of the boys in the back of the class snorted, and Ana shot them a glare that they didn't catch.

"Yeah, she was r-"

"Hush, Lucas!" the girl yelled at the boy. Ana saw a storm brewing and decided to nip it in the bud. She had a feeling she knew what Lucas was about to say, although she prayed he was wrong.

"Settle down, Carla. See me after class, okay? Everyone else, keep Tristen in your thoughts. I hope she gets better," Ana said, feeling dread seep in her stomach but continuing with her lesson.

After talking to Carla, Ana was in the teacher's lounge trying to hide her tears. Tristen was a lovely girl, and one of the sweetest people she'd ever met. Now she was laying in a bed after being raped at Fun Town, the local carnival, and she wasn't talking to anyone about it.

"I'm telling you, it was the Sons," one of her coworkers said to another at the coffee pot.

Ana looked up.

"Sons?" she asked, confused. "What's the Sons?"

"Oh, sorry, Ms. Lewis, I keep forgetting you're new in town. We're talking about the Sons of Anarchy," he said. "Mr. Davis."

Ana shook his hand hesitantly.

"Who are the Sons of Anarchy?" she asked.

"Local biker gang. It used to be horrible around here, but they've calmed down a lot. I guess they got restless again."

The other teacher shook his head.

"I don't think it was them. Morrow hates rapists, he wouldn't have one in his ranks."

Ana listened as they talked, and the name Morrow jumped out at her. She knew that name, she just couldn't place it as to where she'd heard it before.

"That Trager man is an exception. Guy is freaky."

"So because they're different than you, they're automatically the suspects?" Ana asked suddenly, getting pissed off at Mr. Davis's self righteousness.

"Like I said, you're new. You'll figure it out soon enough," Mr. Davis said, shrugging as if she was a student he taught, and not a coworker equal to him. That just pissed Ana off even more.

"All I need to figure out right now is where I can visit my student," she said, glaring.

The other teacher wrote something down.

"St. Thomas hospital. Not too far from here," he said, trying to diffuse the tension.

"Thank you," she said in a clipped tone, gathering her things and leaving the lounge, slamming the door behind her.

She remembered why she hated small towns. Everyone had that self righteous attitude about anyone who didn't conform to the majority's ideals, and it sickened Ana. She was beginning to wonder why she even decided to come to Charming, but she put her anger aside for the moment. All she needed to do now was see how her student was doing.

Ana made her way to Tristen's room with flowers. She could see a couple of cops and Tristen's parents outside the door, and decided to carefully approach them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Oswald?" she asked.

Elliot Oswald turned, and recognized Ana immediately. Ana was a little surprised to learn that her landlord's daughter was one of her students, but she offered a sympathetic smile as she offered her hand.

"Hi, Ms. Lewis," Elliot said, shaking her hand. "Honey, this is that lady who rents from us off of Juniper Street, and Tristen's teacher."

"I heard about what happened. I am so sorry," she said, shaking Mrs. Oswald's hand.

"Thank you," she said. "These for her?"

"Yes," Ana said. "Is she up for visitors? I have some messages from her classmates."

"Of course," Elliot said. "Just...don't ask her about, you know."

Ana nodded and walked in. She saw Tristen, looking bruised and utterly woebegone. Ana sat and sighed.

"Hey, honey," she said.

"Ms. Lewis?" Tristen asked hoarsely.

"I heard about what happened. I'm so sorry," Ana said. "Our class wants you to get better, okay?"

Tristain began crying, and Ana's heart nearly broke as she sobbed. This poor girl had been through hell, and there was nothing anyone could do to make it better right now.

"I don't know if I want to go back, Ms. Lewis."

Ana took her hand and squeezed it reassuringly.

"Take all the time you need, okay? I want you to focus on you, not trying to get back to school."

They sat in silence for a while before Mrs. Oswald came back in.

"Police are wanting to talk to her," she explained.

Ana nodded. "Okay, I'll get going. Keep us posted, okay? Like I told her, no rush to get back to school."

"I appreciate that. Thank you for coming," Mrs. Oswald said.

Ana walked out of the room and closed the door. Turning, she saw the cops talking to a man in a leather vest, with a couple of other guys behind him wearing the same thing. She walked by them without drawing attention to herself, and then turned and looked again.

The back of their vests had a reaper with "Sons of Anarchy" across the top. All three of them looked menancing and dangerous, and she could definitely understand the fear that the town had of them. She knew that reaper from somewhere. She'd seen it at the garage. All of a sudden, it clicked.

Shit. Teller Morrow Garage. Morrow. She was buying a car from the fucking Sons of Anarchy. Wasn't her luck great?

Gemma noticed Ana on the way out, and made her way over to her retreating figure. She caught her just before the elevators closed..

"Ms. Lewis! How are you?" she asked brightly, a warm smile on her face.

Ana plastered a fake smile on hers.

"I'm fine, Mrs. Morrow," she said, quickly. Too quickly for Gemma, whose perception was better than anyone else in Charming.

"Ah," Gemma replied, taking in her face. "I take it someone told you about the Sons?"

Ana nodded lamely, not knowing exactly what to say.

"Hearsay around school," she said, remembering the harsh words she'd given Davis and hated herself for feeling fear of the club after berating him for doing the same. Talk about hypocrisy

"What kind of hearsay?" Gemma asked, cooly.

"Some think the Sons had something to do with this. My student, Tristen Oswald, being raped," Ana admitted.

Gemma nodded in understanding, but Ana could tell she as pissed off as she asked her next question.

"Do you think so?"

"No!" Ana replied. She couldn't see the woman in front of her ever being okay with being around men who raped other people, and she definitely wouldn't have moved to a town where rape was rampant. Which it would have been if the club had apparently been around for years as everyone claimed it had.

"We're not the bad guys, Ana," Gemma said. "We keep the bad guys out. We just...slip sometimes while doing it. But we're looking for this guy so he doesn't hurt someone else."

Ana sighed and gave Gemma a small, apologetic smile. She felt horrible for fearing the club. If Oswald knew them, they couldn't be all that bad.

"Tristen is one of my best students. Bright girl. If she was my daughter...I'd want the bastard who did it dead."

Gemma nodded.

"You and me both"

Saturday was her cleaning and relaxing day. In the three months since she'd arrived, she'd turned the generic 2 bedroom house she'd been renting into a home that suited her personality. She'd made the second room into her office/art studio, and most of the painting that hung on her walls were her own. She'd painted the front room and kitchen in warm oranges and yellows, and her bedroom was a calming blue with purple trim. Motown and old movie posters were hanging on the walls, and she was always sure to have music playing.

After she'd gotten done cleaning the house, Ana decided to take a drive to town. Casey had tried calling her three times already, and she was trying to ignore him. The novelty of the relationship was wearing off, and Ana just couldn't see herself being serious with him. She would deal with him later, she decided as she parked by the barber shop.

Ana was walking to the post office when she saw a cop standing over a body on the ground. He was laughing a bit, so Ana decided to go see what was up. When she reached him and saw who the unlucky person was, she had to cover her mouth before she cracked up into a laughing mess.

"Oh, my Christ," she said, a giggle escaping her lips.

The guy who had helped her pick out her car, Juice, was passed out in a diaper, a pacifier duct taped to his mouth with a sign stapled to his chest. "Slightly retarded child, please adopt me."

The policeman looked over at her, and raised his eyebrow. Ana read "Deputy Chief" on his badge, and realized he probably hadn't heard of her yet.

"Friend of yours?"

Ana shook her head, turning where he couldn't see her laughing. After she composed herself, she turned back to him with a smile that she hoped would put her on his good side. If he even had one.

"We've met, but I'm new in town," she explained, choking back another laugh as the cop kicked Juice's boot.

"Hey, idiot, get up!" the police man said. Juice stirred and cracked open his eyes to see the police man standing over him. "Man, you must have really pissed off your buddies."

"Sorry, chief," Juice said, getting up and looking down at the sign on his chest. He groaned as he stretched widely, wincing as the staples pulled at his skin.

"Get out of here before I slap an indecent exposure on you," the policeman said, rolling his eyes. Juice cracked a half smile at that.

"Yeah, I gotta go, I'm late for my eight o clock feeding," Juice said, and Ana snorted back another laugh. Juice looked her way and his eyes widened in horrified recognition.

"Shit," he said, ripping the sign off. Ana winced as blood began to run down his chest, and she felt sorry for the guy.

"Ow?" Ana asked, a grin on her face. "You need a ride back to the garage?"

Juice sighed and nodded.

"Please?"

Ana giggled.

"Let's go, child," she said, leading him to her car. He got in and she took off toward TM.

This was just his damn luck. Juice didn't know what happened last night,. He knew he was in the middle of getting the guns ready for Clay, but then he ended up falling asleep. He was so sure he got them all done, though. Now he was laid out in the middle of the town, in a fucking diaper no less, and the first girl to see him was the hot ass teacher.

"You need to treat those," Ana said, pointing at the bleeding wounds on his chest and bringing him out of his embarassed inner monologue.

"I know," Juice grumbled, pressing on one of the wounds so he wouldn't get blood in the car. "I feel like shit."

"Sleeping on a sidewalk does that, I heard," Ana said, turning into the parking lot. "What did you do, anyway?"

"I don't know. I remember taking these vitamins that Tig gave me, and I just...oh that motherfucker," Juice said, groaning. "I know what I did, or what I didn't do."

Ana shook her head in amusement as he got out. Wolf whistles greeted him as he flipped them off.

"Thanks for the ride," he said to Ana, who winked.

"Don't mention it. Now go get your bottle and lay down for your nap," she teased and laughed as he flipped her off, too.

Pulling out, she realized that he had to be a Son, too. Despite his boyish face and innocent nature, Juice was a member of the most feared group in town.

And that made Ana a little sad.