I slowly opened my eye, greeted by the sight of the sun peaking through the blinds. I rolled over and was greeted by all the decoration I put up when I was 16, all the rock posters,the signed shit from different groups and a bunch of other junk that meant so much to me at 16. The most important thing though I had at the time was a framed photograph that sat on my night stand, it was of Opie and I, at my 16th birthday party. I was looking like Luann almost, except not as old, maybe I looked more like one of her girls. It wasn't the short, low cut, lace purple dress I was wearing that made me love the photo so much, but the handsome young man with short brown hair and hazel eyes that were glimmering as we smiled together.

I remembered Jax running up, being his typical, annoying brotherly self and screaming, "Hey you love birds, be safe.", and then snapped the picture as we laughed at the very thought of us dating. However later that night as most of our father's friends passed out drunk, face first in Luann's friends, or leaving like my father and Gemma did to continue the party elsewhere, the three teens were left at the club, Piney kicked all the other teens out, telling them to get out or he would call Unser. Jax had passed out in his king sized bed in his dorm, while Opie and myself stole a pack of cigarettes from Gemma's secret stash. While we chain smoked the pack we laughed as the smoke filled the chilly air, it couldn't be less than 50 degrees out but to the residents of Charming it was the temperature you wear a sweater and jacket in, not a short, slutty dress you borrowed from your step mom's best friend. I shivered a bit at about the 3rd cigarette I burned through, which caused Opie to drape his muscular arm hidden behind a long sleeve shirt over my delicate, exposed shoulders. Even though it didn't quite make me warmer it felt nice and about after 5 minutes of silence in this position he finally whispered, "Hey Grace?"

"Yes Harry?" I replied back as I looked up at his annoyed face. I knew he hated when I called him Harry just like I hated when he called me Grace.

"Fine, I guess I won't tell you then." he said, now exaggerating the look of hurt and avoiding eye contact with me.

"Oh Opie, please, please tell me. I promise that the H word will not cross my lips for the rest of the night if you do."

"Well then here you go... I have a secret."

"Well what kind of secret?"

"A secret about a girl." He replied flashing me his goofy smile.

"This seems like more of a conversation needed between two male best friends not the gentle giant and the redhead who is barely dressed."

"But that is the glory of it, this is the perfect conversation for us. Because that girl is that very redhead you mentioned."

"So Jax was right, we are love birds?" I asked, not believing that the guy I had a crush on since I was 13 was saying he had a similar crush on me.

"Well that depends, do you like me back?" With that I pressed my dark red lips onto his lips, he kissed me back and then we separated after about two minutes. My head once again finding his chest to rest on, as he held me close under his protective arm. We then retreated to his dorm, where I changed into his oversized Harley Davidson shirt and he in his checkered boxers and we just cuddled for the rest of the night. We had a great three year relationship, he and I, and then I ruined it.

"Tara you have to help me, just this once, I will look past the fact that you were fucking my step brother, and ask you to get me out of Charming."

"Why? Why do you want out, I mean you have a great life here, you can handle the club, have a nice job helping Luann with assistant managing, and have the most..."

"And that is all I will ever be if I stay here in Charming. Next time I blink, I will be the next Luann."

"What about..."

"He won't follow me. The club is in his blood."

"As is it in your's."

"Yea but I don't have dick so I am just a useless old lady here so..."

"Get in." Tara instructed as I jumped in her passenger seat

With that action I throw out the beautiful life I once had. I went to San Diego university and graduated with a law degree in six years. With that I pack up and began renting a home just outside of Charming. I would begin to work at Charming Lawyers, the local law firm. Then my first day I got a call from the one and only Clay Morrow, beloved father and business man. Also the president of one Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club, which was not what I wanted. I look down at my wrist as I listened to his familiar, gruff voice saying hello over my phone."Hello this is...umm... Denver Boxes with Charming Lawyers. How may I help you?"

"I need a favor, miss Denver Boxes. Do you think you can represent one of my guys?"

"Well I most certainly can."

"Ok can I send someone to come discuss the case with you?"

"I certainly can mister... sorry I didn't caught your name?"

"Morrow, Clay Morrow. But my step-son Jax's will be coming down."

"Oh ok." before he could even say goodbye I hung up the phone, tears running down my face. Who knew one of my first customers would be my own father. About fifteen minutes later I heard the motorcycle engine cut off and prepared for the worst.As I opened the door Jax looked at me with his clear blue eyes, he had started to speak when I opened the door but now as he looked down at my dark blue eyes, and red hair he stopped. I looked at his dumbfounded face for a moment before saying, "Well Prince Charming, you look like you have seen a ghost."

"I...Um... what....." he stuttered

"Get in you silly goon." I mumbled swinging the door ajar.

After discussing Opie's case and telling Jax that I was going refer Rosen to work the case, since I wasn't ready to tell the rest of SAMCRO that I was back. When we finished I looked at Jax and asked, "How's life Jack- Jack?"

"God, it is good hearing that name again." he mumbled

"That doesn't answer my question dear."

"Been different since you left darling. Life hasn't been the same since you left. I mean I have become the biker man-whore I was destined to be, Opie was..."

"How's work?" I changed the subject

"Good, making some bank on guns, fixing automobiles by day. Opie almost..."

"Any girls?" "Just the usual, Luann's girls and junkie whores. Opie however..."

"I DON'T CARE JAX!" I snapped, the tears slowly collecting in my eyes.

"If you didn't care, you wouldn't be crying right now would you?" he asked softly, like he used to when he knew I was really hurt.

"Jackson Teller, sometimes you know me too well." I whispered as the tears ran down my face.Jax walked over and put me in the brotherly hug that I had needed. Looking done at my desk I whispered, "Better get back to Clay before he sends Uncle Tiggy or worse to collect you.Tell him I won't do it and remember this is our secret."

He kept that secret until two days ago, when he called me in tears saying, "It's Ope."

"What's wrong?"

"Donna got shot, gang attack I think, he needs you."

"No he need his recently deceased wife Jax, not his long time ex girlfriend."

"He needs to see a kind face."

"It's been 11 years Jax... he is probably over me by now."

"Bet ya 10 dollars you are dead wrong,"

"Oh you are so on."

"Ok pick you up in ten, pack an overnight bag." *Click*

As I climbed into the back of the bike I knew our destination wasn't where Opie was, but rather the clubhouse. The place I told myself at 19 I never wanted to go back too, as we drove down the familiar road I tightened my grip around Jax's waist. He may have just been my step-brother but he always was there for me, more than Clay or my whore mom. When it came to that club everyone seemed more like family then my step mother and my father aka the king and queen of Charming. Everyone expected me and the boys to grow close, since we were all the same age, they didn't care I was a girl, since I acted so much like one of the guys. The boys always had my back, along with Chibs, Bobby,Happy, and Otto before he got locked up. Then there was Uncle Tiggy and Piney, who was pretty much my dad growing up, who would do whatever I needed at the bat of an eyelash. As he pulled into the lot I glanced to see the queen herself exiting the office of Teller-Morrow Auto Shop. The look on her face when she saw me pull the helmet off, causing the red hair to fall out of it's containment, looked like she just saw an enemy.

"Well shit!" She yelled speed walking over to her son and I, "I know that mess of red hair anywhere. Miss Grace Morrow."

She wrapped me in an embrace, which seemed quite weird for Gemma to do, maybe 11 years softened her heart. "Jax, how did you find her?" she asked embracing her son

"I work at Charming Lawyer with Rossen." I interjected, "Gemma please don't make a big..."

"PINEY, TIG can you come help me for a second." She called towards the open bar door. Given Donna's death I bet Piney is about 2.5 bottles of vodka in and shit faced, so it didn't surprise me when only Tiggy walked out.

"What do ya want mama?" Tig asked before looking up and connected with my eyes. He stopped in his tracks, looked at me and opened his arms causing me to run to him and jump into his spinning embrace. By the time he put me down and made one perverted comment I could see his shockingly blue eyes welling up with tears, which quickly escaped down his face. Using my thumb I wiped it away and whispered to him, "I missed you uncle Tiggy." "I missed you too baby doll." he whispered back resting his head on mine.

I could feel the eyes slowly emerging behind him, hearing the heeled boots on Gemma click again the pavement as she was no doubt going to tell her husband that I was here. "Never leave me again." He whispered back to me, tightening his embrace around me.

"Tig, stop squeezing before you have boob juice and guts all over you." Clay barked

"Oh it won't be the first time." He snapped back, slowly releasing me and backing away. "Clay." I said to the man giving me a cold stone gaze, his eyes though, almost looked like he was regretting something, but I didn't know what."Grace."

"Our Gracie is working with our current lawyer... did you know that?" Gemma commented "No, what to scared we would gut you if you took the case." Clay flashed one of his crooked faced smiles, causing me to slowly draw closer to Jax, who was standing behind me.

"Clay, you shut your mouth when referring to my little princess." I heard someone slur behind the rest of the clubs. The gruff voice could only belong to one man, who I wanted to hug more than anyone, to apologize for his loss. I pushed Gemma and Clay aside and meet the smell of whiskey, weed, and whore, which was so familiar that it gave me a feeling of safety. I was safe in his arms from the shit that Clay and Gemma were spitting at me, safe from the sorrow, safe from everyone, just me and him, the rest of the world disappeared.

"Last I checked old man I signed the birth certificate." Clay spat at Piney as he wrapped me in the same embrace as Tiggy did.

"That's all you did for her other then donate sperm to a whore and belittle her her entire life. I was there for her... so was Tig. Tig was the mom and I was the Pop."

"Pops you are starting to sound like Uncle Tiggy." I said, triggering a few chuckles, "Now who do I have to blow to get a damn drink around her?"

Tig started to raise his hand, along with a new patched over member with a mohawk, I turned as I took Piney's hand and screamed behind me, "Sorry boys but I ain't no biker slut."

As we all took shots of whatever we could find in the bar I overheard the plan for tomorrow. "So there will be patches there, we will lead, ladies in the limo." Clay instructed

"Excuse me," I piped up, "I would like to ride on a bike please?"

"And I would like a million dollar home, complete with strip club in the basement." Clay replied, "You ride in the limo with Gemma."

"Or she can ride with me." Tiggy exclaimed, clasping a hand over my shoulder.

"Fine, but you make an advance on my daughter..."

"Better worry more about the dead ones. Tiggy might go digging in fresh graves looking for the next Mrs. Trager." I laughed over him.

"Time for bed darling." Jax said guiding me to the dorm.

"Don't be silly she will go home with me." Gemma piped up, taking my hand from Jax.

I never complained, just followed and when we were driving towards home Gemma asked, "What are you doing here Grace?"

"I figured Opie needed me." I slurred

"After you left he was a wreck. He just cried for a week. You want to bring that pain back, after he lost the woman who put him back together?"

"No, I just want to pay my respects." I whispered.

"Trust me Gracie, you were better off gone." she whispered under her breath, tear rolling down my face because of her words.

"I always thought you wanted a girl to spoil, and train to be the next queen of the bikers."

"No point, you were never good old lady material." Gemma said, "To be queen you have to be good."

"Well that's mean, not as harsh as eleven years ago but still mean." I said

"Not about to change sweetie." And with that she fell silent.