A/N: Updated and edited as of 10/23/2019. Jessica Alba is Lee's face cast

Disclaimer: Sutter/FX own SOA

I jolted awake, whipping the covers away from me. I squinted, staring out at the pitch-black room. What the hell was that? My heart was pounding making the blood and adrenaline rush through my veins. I leaned over the side of the bed, carefully unhooking my Glock from its holster where it was hidden. I cocked it back and listened intently around me. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I couldn't stay in the typical 'fight or flight' mode. I needed to be centred and prepared for whatever had woken me.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I whipped to my left, facing my bedroom door. Someone was banging on the front door. I jumped out of bed, stalking down the hall towards the noise. I slid around the corner, my back facing the front window. Before reaching the door, I glanced at the digital clock on the TV stand. The glowing green shone a bright 2:30 AM at me. I narrowed my eyes. Who on earth was at my door this late at night? I leaned into the wall, flattening my back. I peeked behind the front window curtain and saw a group of men huddled around my front door. I didn't have my porch light on so I couldn't make them out. They were wearing all black.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

I tiptoed to the door and peered through one of the three long glass windows. There was a blonde, white man slamming his fist against my door. I lifted the Glock resting where it was eye level with the man outside before sliding the lock out of place. There was a soft click and judging by the reaction of the man on the other side, he heard it. I turned the doorknob, inch by inch until I creaked the door open.

"Who's there?" I demanded through the crack.

A gruff voice answered, "Its Jax."

I narrowed my eyes again but pulled the door wide open lifting my gun to his face. It was aimed directly at the spot between Jackson's eyes.

"Woah," He took a step backwards and lifted his hands up into the air, signalling his surrender.

I hissed, "It's two fucking thirty in the morning, Jackson. Why are you trying to break my door down?"

"Put the gun down, Lee." He commanded.

I snorted. It was laughable that he thought he could tell me what to do. Ignoring him completely I waved a hand, gesturing for him to continue with his explanation for showing up on my doorstep.

He rolled his eyes, "Listen, I know it's late but the club needs to ask you a favour."

"Go on." I motioned with my gun.

He dropped his hands and stepped to the right. Behind him, there was Opie and Tig hoisting up another man by his underarms. The man's legs were hanging below him, knees just scraping the pavement. I couldn't make out his face because it was hanging forward and his hair was aiding the shadow already cast on his face.

I raised an eyebrow, "The club can't pay my fee."

"It's not like that," Jax explained, "We need you to do the opposite, we need you to keep him alive."

"What?!" I shouted, my confusion getting the better of me.

Jackson covered my mouth, "Shhh!"

I pulled backwards, smacking his arm away, "Get your hands off me." Taking a moment, I collected myself before asking, "Why? What's so special about him?"

Tig answered this time, "He's a transfer, patching over and in real bad shape. No one in the club can take him in right now."

"Y'all don't have the extra room at the clubhouse?" I asked.

The three of them just stared at me in silence.

Opie whispered, "We'll owe you big time, Lee."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, you will." I sighed, shaking my head. I wasn't particularly keen to take on their charity case but the club had been good to me. I moved back from the doorway and beckoned them inside, "Come on. Put him in the spare room."

Jax was the first through the door, pausing to kiss me on the cheek, "You're the best!"

"Yeah, yeah," I playfully rolled my eyes, "Let's get this over with. I'm tired."

Tig smiled widely at me as he and Ope dragged the injured man through my front door. Following behind, I gave them directions towards my spare room. Together, Ope and Tig hoisted him onto the bed, making sure that he was situated and comfortable. I glanced over at the stranger, noting that he was completely out. I shook my head and shut the door behind me. I followed the boys back to my front door. They exited but milled around the front porch for a minute.

Tig gave me a one-armed hug, "You're the best, doll."

I scoffed lightly, "Of course I am."

Jax and Opie laughed. Tig let go, moving aside for Jax to come forward, squeezing me into a friendly embrace.

"Seriously Lee, we owe you," Jax intoned.

I nodded, patting him on the back, "Yeah. We'll figure out the logistics later."

The three of them turned to leave while I moved to go back inside. Realizing that they hadn't given me any information about my new boarder, I turned back towards them.

Before they could venture too far off I called out, "Do I need to know anything special about my new guest?"

They all shook their heads but Opie was the one to answer, "Not really, no. He just needs some time to heal and recuperate. He's had a hard time making his way to Charming."

"Alright." I nodded, "I'll give one of you a call tomorrow. Let you know of his progress. If there is any."

They all smiled and turned back to their bikes. I shut the door, locking it and dragging my feet back to my room. I stopped briefly by the spare room door, cracking it open. The man was still fast asleep. I rubbed a hand down my face, it was too late for me to do anything. Shutting the door, I continued on to my own room. I flopped down on my bed, tucking the covers around my legs and pulling the pillow snugly under my head. I drifted off to sleep with my other hand still curled around my Glock.

~(SOA)~

Tig and Jackson pulled up to TM, parking their bikes. Opie had turned off a ways back, to go home to his wife. It was late and anyone who was around was bound to be sound asleep. As they walked towards the dark clubhouse door, Tig struck up a conversation.

"You think it was a good idea to leave the Scot with Lee?" Tig asked.

Jax shrugged, "She's the only one with the capabilities to keep him safe."

Tig shrugged, "We could've given him the room at the clubhouse. I feel bad about dropping him on Lee. She's not the cuddliest of women."

Jax shook his head, "We don't know where his head is at. He needs to be under constant supervision. If we left him here, the crow eaters would never be able to care for him properly. Lee knows what this life is like, hell I think she's lived in it longer than most of us. She's the best option we have."

It was Tig's turn to sigh, "I just don't know about her. She's too volatile. She can be loving one minute but will kill you in the next."

Jax scoffed, "If you're that worried about the guy why don't you take him home?"

Tig gave Jax a condescending look.

"Alright, alright. I'll have the prospect go over in the morning. He can take up a post at Lee's. At least until the Scot is back up on his feet. I'm sure Lee will be cool with that." Jax rolled his eyes.

The two of them entered the clubhouse and Tig immediately found a few crow eaters to spend the remainder of his night with. Jax paused, thinking about Wendy but pushed on. He made his way to the dorm room, collapsing onto the bed and falling asleep fully clothed.