AN: first things first I don't own any SOA characters. Only things I own here are Kat and Blizzard. Now I've had this idea for a fic in my head for a long time. Doesn't really take place within any of the seasons as I refuse to let opie die. So read and enjoy.

Thanks for everyone who reviewed now I had a few people asking some questions as to where Shilo's name came from. To be honest I read it from a book when i was young and feel in love with the name. Its native and means; His gift.

Last time: "This stays between us Opie, the three of us. Shilo...Kat. You're going to be safe here but you need to STAY here. Do you understand me?" Opie nodded his head, looking down at his hands and I could only nod in agreement. I got to keep my life out of this deal...for the time being. But still...I was not a hostage in this town.

Chapter 3

Jax wouldn't let me leave, or at least at first he didn't. For whatever reason he decided to order me to stay in his living room while we went and showered, made a phone call and then came back to where I had sat myself in his living room. Honestly I didn't know what the hell was going on, was I a hostage, a free person? Like nothing made sense.

At home if you were a hostage you were tied up, gagged and left to rot in one of the cabins. No food or water, nothing. Jax here was giving me my jacket and promised to dispose of my phone properly before for lack of better words; kicked me out of his house. Which lead me to where I was now, sitting wide awake in my living room starring down at my vest. I sighed running a hand through my hair; if I did run where would I go? I would have to sell this house here since I out right bought the damned thing. I sighed flopping back down on the soft sofa; one of the few things I was able to smuggle out of my home back in Ontario. It smelled like wood smoke, camp fires from the wood stove I use to have.

I missed it. The smell; my home. Sure my step dad was trying to sell me as a pawn but I grew up in the campground my entire life. I sighed curling up into a ball; Blizzard jumping up behind me curling up on the other end of the sofa, his head resting on my hip. Perhaps this was why I kept finding him up on the furniture even though he knew better. Maybe he missed home as much as I did.

I don't know when but after a while I fell asleep. I dreamt of motorcycles, fire, screaming and guns going off. So loud in my ears that it sounded like it was coming from beside me...wait... I bolted up falling off the sofa, sunlight now streaming through my windows.

"Fuck..." I rubbed my head where it had smacked off of a box. Someone was pounding on my door, sounded like whoever it was, and was going to rip the thing from its hinges. "Fucking hell, I'm coming." I growled as I ripped the door open coming face to face with...Opie.

"Oh what the hell do you want?" I growled; leaning against the doorframe. He just raised an eyebrow taking in my appearance. He was wearing pretty much the same thing as yesterday; only today he had on some kind of beanie hat. How the hell was he not dying of heat?

"Sorry did I wake you?" he asked and he honestly did sound apologetic, go figure. I sighed running a hand through my tangled hair.

"Oh no, I just normally like my hair being a tangled rats nest."

He just smirked and nodded his head. "Fair enough, stupid question." He replied taking a step into my doorway. I sighed gesturing for him to come in, not like I had a choice in the matter since he was already inside the door. "Jax wants you to come to the garage today. He's going to get you a job at the garage so that we can keep a closer eye on you." Opie finished glancing around.

Great, so I really didn't have a choice in this matter. I growled again as Blizzard padded up behind me, his eyes on Opie head lowered slightly taking in his appearance. Opie froze glancing back up at me for a moment. "He friendly?"

I nodded my head, gently scratching Blizzard behind the ears. "Yeah he's just protective. I guess I don't really have a choice in this do I?"

Opie shook his head, Nope. I was for lack of a better word screwed for the time being. I sighed shaking my head rubbing my temples; it honestly felt like I had only just fallen asleep. "Okay do you mind, If I just get changed and brush my hair?"

Opie smiled and nodded his head moving and taking a seat in my living. Honestly now that Jax wasn't around he didn't seem like a bad guy. Honestly he reminded me of my older brother; silent but deadly when it came to protecting his own kin. That ache entered my heart again as I shook it off moving down the hallway to my bedroom.

I grabbed just a normal shirt with some tech across the chest and some jeans. Before running a brush through my thick hair; trying to tame the mass of tangles which did not work. I growled throwing the brush onto the bed before stalking back out into the living room.

Opie was being mauled; Blizzard my almost 200 pound wolf hybrid was literally ON Opie's lap, sitting there like he owned the sofa. Opie tossing me a 'please save me' look. I laughed, shaking my head as I grabbed my keys from the table.

"Blizzard get down! Want me to drive behind you?" I asked grabbing my helmet from the closest. Opie cleared his throat, brushing the fur off of his pants.

"Actually. You're riding behind me. Jax's wants someone with you at all times."

Oh he did now did he? Fuck that shit I was not a child, nor did I ride bitch. I shook my head, grabbing my plane leather jacket from my closest. "Opie use your brain. If you guys ride me back and forth then people will begin to window. If you want to keep this secret between the three of us then there needs to be some kind of trust. 'm not about to go running off into the sunset! I JUST bought this house I can't just up and leave!" I snapped, my chest heaving in air as I finished.

Opie just blinked for a few moments, before he smirked shaking his head. "Fine but you can explain this to Jax, he is going to be pissed. One thing is for sure." He paused walking to the door holding it open for me. "Jax is sure going to have his hands full with you."

The drive was an uninteresting one. I followed behind Opie on my Shadow, taking in the town. I believe he took the longer scenic route. Maybe showing me the town, I don't know; I just followed behind him. We got a few looks as we drove, nothing really knew about that. No matter where you lived when you're on a bike people will give you look but these were different. Some people were looking at Opie as if he was hero; others turned their noses. It was...different.

The entire ride took about 45 minutes till we got to TM Auto. He pulled into the gates as I followed up behind me, slowing down and dropping into first gear. He turned to the left parking amongst a huge line up of Davidson's. I frowned, pulling off to the right. It didn't seem right parking my shadow beside there motorcycles. I wasn't club and those bikes were obviously club member bikes. So I turned parking off to the right.

Opie met me in the center. He smiled patting my shoulder. "Nice to know your shadow can keep up." I gaped, he was teasing me! That asshole. I punched him playfully in the chest and he just laughed patting m shoulder again. "Stay here I'll get Jax I believe he is at the table."

I ended up waiting twenty-five minutes. After standing for about five i ended up laying down my motorcycle pulling out a book and started to read.

"I thought I sent Opie to drive you." Jax hissed his face peering down at me as I laid back on the seat across my gas tank. I growled, snapping the book shut. "Look here." I growled poking his chest. "I'm trying to save your sorry ass, think about it for a minute. You're trying to keep my past a secret." I hissed lowering my voice; thankfully the truck I parked beside hid us from veiw. "If both of you cart me around everywhere and don't let me leave your bloody sight, then people will wonder and start digging. If you give me some space and freedom people will leave us be."

Jax relaxed as I spoke, that fire in his eyes burning away and his shoulders relaxing. "I'm not going to run away Jax. I came to charming because I wanted a home. I'm not going to run up and leave. Okay?"

I don't know what it was about what I had just said, but something hit close to home. He flinched slightly, the reaction to slight I almost missed it before he sighed and nodded his head. He brought a hand up gently brushing some hair out of my face, his knuckles lingering on my skin. "Come on. You're going to meet mother."

Oh my god.

So he wasn't kidding. His mother Gemma Teller-Morow was sitting behind the desk as we walked into the office. She looked slightly like Jax, dark tanned skin, dark eyes, and she was same height as Jax. She looked down her glasses, distain clearly on her face as she surveyed me with her son. "Jax sweetie, what's with the crow-eater?"

Crow-Eater?! Oh no that bitch didn't. I growled my knuckles clenching around my gloves, my knuckles popping. Crow-eaters were the one term all clubs knew, sluts. Whores who slept with low ranking club members and would open there legs for anyone. Jax shook his head, talking a few steps forward into the small office. "She's not a crow-eater and don't you ever call her that again!" He snapped, true anger in his tone that caught both his mom and myself off guard. Gemma blinked sighing as she turned in her chair.

"I'm sorry sweetie. What's going on?" She asked her tone losing that snarky rude vibe it had before. Jax sighed, his shoulders slumping. Whatever anger he had fading away.

"This is my friend Kat. She's looking for work and I know that you can Clay were needing another mechanic." Jax finished looking back at me with a smile as he held out his hand. I hesitated for a moment before I took it and he quickly pulled me, sealing a chaste kiss across my lips before looking back at his mother.

What the hell was going on here? Was he showing off? Gemma frowned crossing her arms, taking in my appearance her eyes lingering on my helmet in my other hand. "She's a mechanic? Did she ride here with you?"

"No." I found myself cutting in before Jax could say anything. "I don't ride bitch. I have my own Shadow. She's nothing compared to the Dyna's out there but she does me good."

Jax smiled proudly, before looking down at his mother. "So ma, what do you say?"

Gemma frowned standing up her, heels making her slightly taller than me. Her hands on her hips as she looked down her nose. "Come with me. Kat."

She was challenging me. I followed shoving my helmet at Jax, who only chuckled following behind us as we walked through another door into the garage. There were quite a few guys in here, all of them stopping what they were doing and looking over. Gemma stopped and waved some guy over. "Tig come here."

The man who I could only guess as Tig came up, cleaning his hands on a rag. He was older, maybe in his fifties, scruffy beard and curly hair. He looked me up and down, not bothering to hide it. I wanted to break his nose. Gemma pointed back at me then to the truck in front of us, the one with its hood open. "Test her. She's looking for a job here as a mechanic."

Murmurs started up around us, some remarks of 'a women mechanic?' 'she's hot.' 'bet you twenty she fails.' I sighed as Tigs came over giving me a smile before he pointed at the truck. "Name what I point at darling."

Seriously what the hell was it with people calling me Darling? He started pointing. "Battery, head gasket, radiator, ignition, crankshaft is in there. Fuse box." Laughs and cheers echoed around us someone padded me on the back, an arm draped over my shoulders. "So ma, she hired?" Jax said with a large smile on his face. Gemma frowned by nodded her head, walking away.

"She starts tomorrow Jax, make sure she isn't late." She yelled back before slamming the door. People came up then introducing themselves, Chibs, Tig, Kip or half sack...I did not want to know why he had that nickname. Juice, smiley and piney. There were so many named, I honestly didn't think I was would remember half of them. Jax led me around showed me where some things were so I wouldn't be totally lost on my first day. His arm around my shoulders the entire time; it wasn't bad, the contact. It was well...different. Almost as if he was a male wolf, marking his mate. Making sure the other males stayed away...or maybe I was looking way too far into this, he could be like this with everyone.

After the brief tour he led me back out of the garage, handing me back my helmet as a large grey haired man started walking up to us. "Kat go place this on your bike okay?" Jax asked, I nodded taking my helmet turned. The grey haired man watching me, suspicion in his eyes. Who was this? Jax took the man away back towards their bikes, their voices now low and muffled. I placed my helmet on one of my mirrors before running back and walking to where Jax was now standing alone, the older man walking up towards the garage without a glance back.

"Who was that?" I asked as I got close to where Jax was now sitting on his bike. He smiled before looking back up at the garage. "That's Clay, my old man." He replied brushing his hair back out of his face.

"So he's the one were hiding me from?"

Jax only nodded his head, as he sighed holding his hand out. I took it and he pulled me closer, pulled me in between his open legs. "I'm sorry for what happened Kat." He whispered so only I could hear him. Ah, so he wanted to talk and getting close was safer. I shrugged my shoulders.

"For what?"

"For walking out..Robbing you. I had to protect my club, I knew from the moment I saw you, you were like me. Someone who grew up in the life. Then I took advantage of you."

I laughed shaking my head, putting my hands on his shoulders toying with his hair. "You didn't really take advantage of me Jax. It had been a long time since I had been close to anyone and well...I just kind of lost it. Were equally to blame okay."

He just smiled and nodded his head, again reaching up to move hair out of the way. "Still, there is something about you. It's been a few months since Tara left... I hadn't been with anyone till you"

I gulped; okay this was getting weird and fast. I cleared my throat pulling away slightly, fear starting to pump into me. My heart hammering against my ribs, this wasn't good. This was dangerous for the both of us. "Jax, I think I want to go home."

Jax nodded his head, standing up walking beside me as we moved towards where my bike was parked. He stayed silent as I sat down and pulled on my helmet.

"Kat. Would you like to go out dinner?" Jax asked just before I started up my bike. I frowned, I didn't eat out. That was my one rule but...

"Why don't you come over to my place for dinner?"

I wanted to shoot myself, seriously? Just blurt it out like that, Oh yes come over for dinner. Jax only smile his blue eyes seemed to glow as he nodded his head. "How about eight?" I nodded my head, turning the engine on and kicking the kick stand up.

"See you then."

AN: YAY another chapter.