I was finally home, back in Charming. I never thought I'd miss this place so much but after fighting in Iraq it felt good to be back, though I missed my father's funeral everything seemed to be looking up. My sister Tara Knowles was working at the hospital, speaking of which I was on the hunt for; but perhaps she didn't want to be found, after all I am supposed to be dead.

The army are cruel that way, telling families that soldiers were dead when they weren't but then again the enemy doesn't expect dead people to be doing the super secret shit. About an hour ago I was briefed on my story, you know the old 'held captive and presumed dead' story, which I must admit isn't far from the truth just they found me nine months ago not two weeks ago.

Presently I was walking down a corridor in this maze of a hospital when I hear a woman call out the name Jax, I remember the name just not the face, well till he nearly walked into me I didn't. He was Tara's old boyfriend before she left, and if I remember he was a member of a motorcycle club. Yup that was Jax.

"Go with Tara" he said to an older woman with dark hair while he pointed to my sister who had yet to notice me…or would that be recognise?

The oldest looking biker in the little crowd looked at two other bikers and ordered them to follow Jax, I took this as my chance to make my self known to Tara…it was now or never.

"Well Tara looks like I just caught ya" Tara turned back with the older couple and looked at me, her face slowly changed to shock.

"I-I buried you! You're dead!" Her voice was raised, shocked and angered but most of all disbelieving, I'm pretty sure she was to be informed…

"Really? Was it good? Did you play Carry on my Wayward son?" I asked with a grin on my face, I was hoping my green garbed sister would accept but she just turned away and had the older couple follow her into another corridor, they had looked back at me but went on with their business. Well this was going to be harder than I thought.

I didn't fancy standing around in a sterile environment any longer than I had to, and seeing as Tara didn't seem very accepting of her not-too-long-dead sister I hurried my hide out of there and back home where I grew up.

Stepping in the front door I was greeted by boxes and lots and lots of mail, most of it Tara's junk mail but there was one that stood out. It was my proof to Tara that I am in fact alive, but I got to say I find it rude that they only sent a letter instead of a personal visit. Who ever thought chivalry wasn't dead was stupid. Keeping the letter in hand I wondered into the kitchen that looked barely used and began my search for food and wait for Tara to make her way home, I could feel that this was going to be a very long day.

It wasn't till fairly late at night that Tara finally got home and to say she was happy to see me would be a mistake, then again if I walked in and saw my not-so-dead sister with her feet up and beer in hand I wouldn't be too happy either I guess. Before she could even begin her much needed string of curse words I held a letter towards her and she slowly took it, "You should open you mail, you never know what you might find."

I just watched her as she read the letter still in her scrubs from the hospital, her hair was tied back and her face was serious as she read the letter.

"This is- It's a lot to take in, I buried you 9 months ago and now your alive" her words were soft but her eyes were pained and filling with tears, I stood up and opened my arms offering a hug. I gripped her tight whispering comforting words till her tears had stopped.

"Look, I'm alive and kicking now ok? I'm not going anywhere, hell I even pulled some strings and got myself a tattoo parlour right here in Charming!" She smiled at me and nodded.

"Good to hear, well I best get to bed I have work in the morning…" she walked past me till she reached her bedroom door down the hallway but stopped at the door, "Roxanne, I missed you, a lot" and that was that for the night.

Smiling and shaking my head I let my eyes wonder around the room as I looked at all the packed boxes, most was filled with dad's old junk though others were Tara's.

After another few beers I left for bed that night and awoke to an empty house and a note from Tara telling me know a list of things that needed to be done around the house, sucks being the younger sibling right?

I'll get to that after shopping for new clothes I thought as I looked down at my baggy worn PJ pants and holey white snake shirt that I had in the 80's. I didn't have much clothing in this house as most was way too old or thrown out, I barely came home while I was on my tour of duty so all I had to where was an old pair of jeans and an even older band tee shirt, though I think I pulled the vintage look off.

Quickly I dressed and hurried round the house trying to find bits and bobs, like my phone, keys and the note/list Tara had left me along with my leather jacket before I took off out of the house and headed straight for town on foot. Tara was the only one with a car…for now anyway.

It wasn't that long of a walk into town and since Charming was pretty small clothing shop choice were limited to small quaint boutiques but I made do with what I had to choose from till I could find my way out of town and into a mall, but if not I had the internet I suppose. I shopped till around 12 and made my way to a diner for coffee and perhaps lunch, and with my luck I managed to find one with Jax and his biker buddies sitting in it. I'd forgotten to ask Tara how things were but it was now on my to do later list, for now I just wanted a coffee with lots of sugar and milk. I took a seat by the counter and let the few bags I had rest at my feet, "What can I get you darling?" a plump waitress asked with a little too much prep for working in a diner, "I'll have a coffee with abnormal amounts of milk and sugar with-" I would have finished my order but there was a fight breaking out from the booth behind me where Jax and friends were sitting. I turned to see Jax leaping over the table and laying into a bald guy in his 50's that happened to be covered in Nazi tattoos, I gave off a little laugh before turning back to the waitress who was still staring at the scuffle behind me, people were staring and talking and to be honest I was just wanting my coffee. "Hey lady, ignore the rumble in the jungle I'm sure everything will be fine but can I have my coffee?" yeah, it was rude but I didn't care. "Coffee? Oh right, yeah" she looked back up at the guys that had finally finished and quickly made me a cup of coffee while grabbing extra milk and sugar for me to use myself.

After the grey hair guy from the hospital spoke up about everything being all right the rushing waitress returned with my drink and it wasn't long till the guys were leaving. After that little show the diner had calmed down and everything in Charming seemed to be normal again, or at least as normal as Charming gets.

Put off by the biker tiff I sipped my coffee and carried on with my day, I hadn't much left on the list that I need to be in town for and my parlour wasn't opening till tomorrow. It still had most of its fixtures from the previous owner and I was assured the place was redecorated and even had a new name, a perk of being KIA for nine months.

I had been home since 3 o'clock and all I had managed to do was pack away shopping and clean up some clutter in the living room by the time Tara was home, she looked stressed and more than annoyed, but I had questions to be asked.

She walked in and practically threw herself on the old musty sofa sighing, "Work suck?" I asked trying to get her to loosen up a little; it may even do her good to blow of steam.

"Yup, just had a rough day with Abel and Wendy" I was a little confused at whose these people were but I was guessing they were patients.

"Trouble makers or tough cases?" I asked prompting more conversation, she looked over at me and smiled and smiled a little, "A bit of both, Wendy gave birth to Abel 10 weeks early on crank and the poor little guy is just surviving from it Jax is devastated"

"Jax is a dad? Well things do change" It was surprising news to me but then again maybe people can change from being a rampant man whore to a family man…unless she was a one night stand and then I could say it was bound to happen. After Tara left ten years ago Jax was a mess and slept around a lot, but three more years after that I left and now Charming has moved on.

"Speaking of Jax, how are you and him?" I had a feeling I was asking a dangerous question, but I was her sister and she could tell me anything. "Oh err, yeah. Ok I guess" She seemed fidgety on the subject and refused to look at me, "Ok? I think someone's got an attack of reoccurring feelings" I joked trying to lighten the mood but it seemed to have an opposite effect, she huffed and turned her head towards the old TV and watched what ever it was that was playing. Sighing I stood up and made my way into the kitchen to grab two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniels I bought earlier.

"It's been a while since I've had a proper drink so why don't you spill your guts to me while we share a nice drink" I shouted out to the living room as I poured an equal amount in each glass, and if she didn't want any well then the more for me.

"We nearly kissed tonight" she spoke up as I handed her the glass and returned my ass to my dad's old seat, "Good or bad?" I felt like I was a talk show host but I wanted to reconnect to my sister, it was a much needed process.

"I'm not sure, if we do ever get back together well then I'll have Gemma on my ass."

"I saw her today as well, and trust me she is still a bitch" I had to laugh at that one, my sister had a wild side when she was with Jax but then she left and she changed completely but moments like these I could see the old Tara creeping back in.

"I don't think I ever met this Gemma, it's his mom right?"

"Yeah, she was the one you saw when you came to the hospital yesterday, anyway what's for dinner?"

I groaned, I hadn't prepared anything but I did but frozen pizza. "Frozen Pizza accompanied by a movie and beer?" She laughed nodding her head. It was definitely good to be back.