A/N: So this one is a little different especially in the way it starts out. It was born out of the idea of what would happen when a 'Princess' from a far and distant charter gets thrown into the Sons world. No characters that you're familiar with feature in it yet but they will. There's really not much else I can say here without the potential for spoilers so I hope you'll give it a read and let me know what you think.

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December 2006

Kate Grazer, let out an exhausted sigh as she let herself into her South Melbourne apartment. Tossing her keys on the side table and kicking her shoes off at the door, she flipped through the mail in her hand as she headed toward the kitchen.

She screamed and then immediately let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the man sitting in the armchair in the corner of her sitting room. "Shit Wombat! You scared the fuck out of me! How the hell did you get in?" She asked, not at all surprised that he had been able to break into her apartment.

"It ain't hard to jimmy these windows open Katie." He answered her, a look of disdain on his face.

Kate sighed. As much as she'd tried to distance herself from it, Kate knew she couldn't escape the club in which she had been raised especially when they turned up at her place proving to her just how unsecure the little city apartment she lived in was.

"So to what do I owe the pleasure Wombat?" She asked glancing out the kitchen window as she headed to the kitchen to pull a beer from the fridge for him. Dusk was falling and after being on her feet all day she wanted nothing more than to sink into a steamy hot bath full of bubbles. She could smell her favorite coconut and lime bath oil now just thinking of it. She shook her head of the thoughts knowing that the presence of the biker in her lounge room meant she probably wasn't going to get what she wanted tonight.

"You gotta come home Katie." He answered her gruffly.

Kate sighed. At 6 foot 5 and built like a brick shithouse she knew better than to argue with him. It was his heavy set shoulders and his dark hair that had earned him his club nickname. Hell his nose was even squished in like a wombat but no one would dare to mention that to him for fear of losing all their teeth.

"And why is that?" She asked already knowing an argument she wasn't going to win was about to start.

"Shit's gone south with the Bandidos. Your dad wants you home. Barry too."

"Wombat, my dad agreed that I was safer here away the club." She pleaded ignoring the reference to her ex-fiancé.

"That was before the Bandidos waged war on us with the intention of hunting down every family member that they can."

"Why? What the fuck did you guys do?" She asked knowing that was a question she'd never get an answer to.

"It doesn't matter. But I've got orders not to leave here without you."

Kate sighed. "Wombat no one here knows who I am or my connection to the club. I'm safer here than if I go back home and announce my homecoming!"

"Look Katie I don't disagree with you but orders are orders. Your dad is my president sweetheart. I can't disobey him."

"Jesus Wombat. You know I want nothing to do with that club. Hell you were the one that helped talk my dad around when I wanted to move here, remember?"

"Course I remember Katie but he's worried about you and everyone he holds close. Barry is worried about you too."

"Barry and I split."

"I know you did but that doesn't mean he stopped caring about you."

"Shit Wombat." Kate sighed. "Do I really have to do this?"

"You know I'll drag you out of here kicking and screaming if you make me."

Kate gave him an unamused smile. "Yeah I do. Let me get some shit packed." She said with a sigh as she headed to her bedroom.

"Make it quick kid."

"Fuck Wombat! Don't start calling me that again! I ain't a fucking kid!"

"No you certainly ain't Katie Bear." He said with a smirk.

Kate scowled over her shoulder at him. Christ, she hadn't missed the club. Not one bit.

She fought back the anger that welled up within her as she drove her midnight blue 2002 Subaru Impreza through the city streets that had become home. She was proud of her car. It was the first thing she had bought with her own money. The only thing she owned that was truly hers. Half the furniture in her rented apartment was borrowed or picked up cheap. Her car was her baby and she loved it as such. She glanced in her rear vision mirror as she steered her car onto the Westgate Freeway to see Wombat following closely behind on his beloved Harley. She sighed. It seemed a long time since she'd had a tail.

"Goodbye life." She muttered to herself as she crossed over the Westgate Bridge, gateway between the city of Melbourne and its western suburbs. The past twelve months had truly been living. On her own away from the shadow of the crime world she'd grown up in, she truly felt she had found herself. Away from the clutches of the club she had been free to do what she liked without answering to anyone. As the Westgate Freeway turned to the Princes Freeway and the road that would take her home to Geelong, she knew that freedom was about to end.

She pulled up and parked her car next to the clubhouse that she had once considered home and got out pulling her bag out with her. She turned at the familiar purr of several bikes pulling in behind her. It didn't take long before she picked Barry from a group of them.

"Katie, I'm so glad you listened." He said approaching her.

"Look Barry. You know we're still over right?"

"I know cherub, but you know that doesn't mean I stopped caring." He answered her not daring yet to touch her. He saw her eyes soften at the name he used to call her in their most intimate moments.

She bit her lip trying hard not to let her guard down and let him back in to crush her heart yet again. Despite her better judgement she allowed him to wrap his arm around her waist and lead her toward the clubhouse door. She sighed as she looked upon the familiar reaper and blood dripping scythe upon it. The Sons of Anarchy, Geelong charter had been a familiar stomping ground for as long as she could remember. With her father as its president, her brother it's VP and nearly becoming the Mrs. of its Sergeant at Arms, in what had been a tumultuous relationship since she was 16, being a biker princess was engrained in her blood.

"Kate. You're finally here!" her father greeted her seeming more glad to see her in Barry's embrace than he was to see his eldest yet wayward daughter.

"Not like Wombat gave me a choice," she responded dryly.

"Kate after the shit that has befallen the club in the last few weeks there is no way we were leaving you unprotected."

"Dad none of the shit you've brewed up this time touched me in Melbourne. I'm safer there than here."

"Don't argue with me Kate. We all felt better about bringing you home."

"This isn't home." She muttered under her breath as she made her way to the kitchen at the far side of the clubhouse.

She hadn't counted on Barry following her. "Katie why've you gotta make it so hard for him to keep you safe?"

"Damn it Barry. I was safer where I was. No one there knows my ties with this club."

"It's only a matter of time before they figure it out, Cherub."

He saw her bite her lip at once again hearing his nickname for her. "Barry, I don't want to be here. I wanted to get away from all this. I grew up here and I was stuck within these walls every time club shit went south which was often and I have no desire to be affiliated with it now that I'm old enough that I don't have to."

"And what about me? Did you want to get away from me?" He asked turning on the charm that had made her fall for him in the first place.

"Barry don't do this. You know things weren't working out."

"Katie I loved you. I still love you." He pleaded.

"It didn't feel like that when I caught you balls deep in that whore a few months back. It felt like you'd ripped my heart from my chest and trampled all over it to be honest."

"Katie that was after you'd moved to Melbourne. I thought you didn't want me."

"That's bullshit Barry and you know it. We were still together when I was in Melbourne. You're just sorry you got caught."

"No Katie. I'm sorry that I was stupid enough to cheat on you. Being here around all the guys without you around, it got the better of me. I love you Katie and for what it's worth I'm glad you're back here and safe."

Katie hung her head and closed her eyes before meeting his gaze. He could see beneath the depths of pain he knew he'd created to the sweet, loving look he used to see all the time. "I love you too Barry," she answered fighting every primal urge within her that wanted nothing more than to feel his hands upon her, "but I'm not ready to get plunged back into all this again."

"I get that Katie babe and I'll be honest now isn't a great time."

"What the hell did you guys do anyway?" She asked hoping that Barry of any of them would give her some answers.

He sighed. "Look Katie, as the Sergeant at Arms of this club I can't tell you anything, but as your fiancé if you'll let me be that again, I can tell you that you are safer here than if you'd stayed in Melbourne."

She raised her hand up and ran it over the Sgt at Arms patch on his kutte and Sons of Anarchy beneath it. He caught her hand in his and kissed her fingertips. She brushed his fingers aside and pressed her lips against his losing her internal battle to not get caught up with him again.

He pressed his hand to the small of her back and returned her kiss, her lips soft and as sweet as he remembered them.

"Baz?!" Wombat's voice rang out across the clubhouse. "Where are you at? We gotta sort this out brother." He called.

Barry sighed as he pulled his lips away from the woman he'd loved for the better part of eight years. "I want us to work Cherub. We'll talk later okay?"

She bit her lip unable to resist him any longer and nodded.

"Go hang out in my room and I'll come let you know once we're done okay?"

Kate sighed. "Yeah okay."

Kate let the steaming hot water of the shower fall over her, pulling her hands through the honey blonde strands of her hair. She hated being back here, hated the feeling that she needed to be watched constantly and hated that she couldn't do her own thing. She knew there was no way her father was going to let her step foot outside of these walls without a tail, Barry too for that matter. She sighed. Growing up the daughter of the president of a one percenter motorcycle gang in Australia was one thing, but growing up in the only Australian charter of the Sons of Anarchy placed her even further into the minority.

She wasn't oblivious to what it was they did. She knew they had a large handle on the drug trade in Victoria and that they had begun to dabble in an illegal racket of guns coming out of California. She knew that the Australian charter was one of the lesser known ones of the many that operated across the United States and the rest of the world but that didn't mean it operated off the mother charters radar. She knew that Redwood Original took an interest in the daily running's of all charters that shared their name. She vaguely recalled a visit from the Redwood Charter's president when she was a young girl. JT she remembered her father calling him. He'd come over with his young son, Jackson and his pregnant wife Gemma, but he'd referred to her as an Old lady. Kate hadn't understood why. She was anything but. She was young and beautiful, headstrong and confident. She'd taught Kate's mother more than a thing or two about being married to the president of the club. She knew now that Old Lady was the term the American Sons used to refer to their wives or steady girlfriends. In Australia they used no such term, only the Mrs. or woman.

Kate wondered once again what it was that had gotten the club so far up shit creek that they felt the need to drag her back here. She was sure it was something not to be taken lightly. She briefly wondered if they'd been stupid enough to get themselves involved in what the media was referring to as the gangland killings but she quickly dismissed that thought. She knew that was at least one part of the crime underworld that her family wasn't involved in.

She wrapped a towel around her body and stepped out into the bedroom to dress. She pulled some cut off denim shorts and a tank top from her bag that she'd dropped on the bed.

"Shit Barry!" She cried out throwing one arm over her breasts as she pulled her panties the rest of the way up her thighs with the other. "Don't you knock?"

"Relax Katie. I've seen it all before."

"I know but …" she trailed off as he approached her, his rough handsome features sending chills up her spine in the same way they had when she was 16.

"C'mon baby. I felt you pressing against me when I kissed you out there." He said pressing his hand against the small of her back and drawing her closer. He took her wrist in his hand and removed her arm from across her bare breasts and closed the gap between them as he chipped her chin up and pressed his lips against hers. He felt her quiver against him and melt into his arms just as she had that first time so many years ago.

He took her breast in his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze before circling his finger around her nipple. "You like that baby?" he murmured in her ear.

"You know I do Barry." She murmured back biting her lip knowing that after all these years she didn't have to tell him what she wanted or how she liked it.

He kissed a trail down her neck before pulling away and hearing her familiar frustrated moan. "We'll continue this later baby. Finish getting dressed. Your dad wants me to take you home."

She sighed. "Yeah okay." She should have known the moment of facing her mother was coming.

A/N: So I hope this has enough in it to keep you reading without any familiar characters. I promise it will link up to the world you know soon.