This story was inspired by a dream I had one night. Its written in the first person because thats how I saw this story develop. I am new to writing fanfiction although I've been reading it for a while. This is my first ever attempt at writing anything so I look forward to reviews. Although I have this insatiable need to write this story so it doesnt depend on your reviews for me to write it.

My story doesn't really follow a specific season it just is. I may throw in things you recognize from SOA seasons but I am not trying scam him I am paying Homage the the King that is Kurt Sutter.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons Of Anarchy or any characters or plot you recognize that honor belongs to Kurt Sutter.

Outlaw Princess

Chapter one: Once upon a time….

My name is Jess Ashlynne Morrow and this is my story. I've always wanted to be able to tell you it. You see some of you know my family, many think you do better than most, but noone knows them like I do.

My parents are Clay Morrow and Gemma Teller-Morrow, the King and Queen of the Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. We live in Charming, California, home to the Mother Charter a.k.a. the Redwood Originals. I have an older brother from Momma's first marriage to the original President and a founding member of the SOA JT Teller. His name is Jackson, everyone calls him Jax, but me I called him B.B. for "Big Brother" growing up,now I only say it when I want something, he's the second most important person in my world. You're probably thinking that Daddy is my first. But like everyone who assumes that you'd be wrong. Ever since I was four years old my world has revolved around one Alex "Tig" Trager. Or as I call him "My Tigger".

I'd love to tell you this story is beautiful and that no one ever gets hurt, or that everything as Tigger hates me to say "Was rainbows and glitter." But it's not after all I'm the daughter to an international Outlaw MC President and the twice over Old Lady to Presidents of said MC, and baby sister to the VP of said MC. My life was never "Rainbows and Glitter." My life was Harley's and Leather. But I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

My parents married after Jax's father died when he was 13. My poor father had always been in love with Gemma Teller, but out of respect for her and for his President he never acted on his feelings. But when JT died, after a self-inflicted fall off a cliff, Daddy was there for both Jax and Momma. Jax was used to having Clay and not his dad around, JT kinda broke after Momma and his second son died at the age of 8. For the next three years he was never around spent a lot of time in Belfast, Ireland and unbeknownst to anyone here at home had an affair with a sister of one of the Charter members there. Which resulted in a love child named Trinity, when she too died JT lost all will to live. He came back stateside and told Gemma and Jax all that had happened told her he had stopped loving her long before Tommy died, and that as much as he loved Jax he couldn't handle being a father anymore. Jax swears he never meant to do it but he reached up and sucker punched JT and left walking the 5 miles to the clubhouse where Daddy lived back then.

Momma says after Jax left JT sorta just sat there then he picked up his helmet and walked out the door. Never to walk through it again. He rode his bike right off a cliff and no one blamed him, except for Jax. Jax never understood why he couldn't be enough for his father. But he was enough for Clay, over time Jax came to see my daddy as his father.

Six months after JT died my momma and daddy got married, on July 15, 1990 at the biggest baddest MC wedding ever seen. Where my momma was the most beautiful Old Lady to ever ride bitch to the biggest badass to ride a Harley. Jax and my parents became a family. Then a nine months later I was born and completed that family. My 14-year-old brother was the one to put the pink SOA beanie on my head. But Tigger, he was the first to make me stop crying. The first eyes I ever looked into were those of a 20-year-old Tigger. He had just been called down from Tacoma to serve as Daddy's Sergeant at Arms, it was literally his second week on the job when I was born.

All my life he's been the only one who could really make me stop crying. Being Daddy's Sergeant at Arms, and truth be told best friend, we spent a lot of time together. Everyone thought it was crazy to see the big bad Son whose nickname was "Killer" walk around with a little girl with an angel face and curly blonde hair with innocent blue eyes follow him around everywhere. If that difference wasn't striking enough then, Tig dressed head to toe in black and his ever-present Cut, while I, as a kid, dressed in pink Reaper shirts with pretty skirts or jeans with sparkles on them, our clothes were.

1995- Teller-Morrow

When I was four years old I was playing in the shared parking lot of Teller-Morrow Garage and the Sons Clubhouse when a stranger walked on to the lot. Like my mother I have an instant distrust of anyone who is an outsider. I started to turn to go back towards the garage where everyone was. I had been singing and dancing but when I saw the man come onto the lot I stopped.

Tigger had been alerted to the problem when he didn't hear me singing anymore. He walked out of the garage just as the man knelt before me and as he went to touch me Tigger came up out of no where.

"I wouldn't fucking touch her if I was you." He growled a the stranger. With the outsiders eyes now drawn away from me I ran and clung to Tigger's leg.

"Oh, I'm sorry. She's a beautiful little girl, is she your daughter?" the outsiders voice was sickeningly fake and set the hairs on my neck to stand straight up.

"No she's not but she's his," he jerked his thumb over his shoulder towards Daddy who had walked out of the garage behind Tigger. I peeled myself from him and ran to daddy. He scooped me up in his arms. As the rest of my family came spilling out of the garage.

"Yeah, and these are my big brothers and uncles…and that's my Tigger." I spat at him. I may have only been for but I was the daughter of Gemma Teller-Morrow badass bitch ran through my veins. "So I suggest you leave before I tell them what you asked me." I threatened.

By that point Tig lost it. "You had the balls to speak to her? What did you say to her?" he screeched in the mans face.

As the outsider stumbled backwards Tig grabbed him by the collar of his preppy polo shirt. "I, I, I.." he stammered, "I asked her what such a pretty girl was doing outside by herself? Didn't she know what a scary world this was?" he gasped out finally.

"Only scary for people who mess with my baby sister," Jax sneered before he punched him square in the nose. As the blood flowed Jax loomed over the man and spat "Now get the fuck off our property and out of our town before you meet the rest of her family personally."

That was the first and definitely not the last time an idiot man learned not to mess with the Outlaw Princess, I was the very heart of SAMCRO, and these men don't like their families messed with.

I may have grown up in a badass MC family but that didn't mean I escaped the horrors of school. Don't get me wrong I was a total nerd loved to learn and would beg for extra credit, polar opposite to Jax who had to be forced at gunpoint to go to school. I was three when he graduated and my shrill little voice was heard over the crowd when Jax walked the stage, "SEE BIG BROTHER I KNEW YOU WERENT STUPID!" all of those in attendance laughed. I charged the stage a Jax scooped me up and the principal said into the microphone, "I sincerely hope I'm retired before I have to deal with her." I stuck my tongue out at him over Jax's shoulder. Jax turned and said to him, "I don't go to your school anymore so I can say this now, Shut the Fuck UP! And leave my sister alone." When Opie, my lumbering Sasquatch walked the stage we all cheered and he said to the principal "Don't mess with SAMCRO." I tell you this story so that you can understand why I dreaded school. As I learned early on I was right to.

1999- Charming Elementary

I was 8 years old and should have only been in the third grade but had been bumped up a year. I was tiny for my age and being in with kids a year to a year and a half older than me I looked even smaller.

It was a cold December day just a few days until Christmas break. My class had gone outside to play and as we came in I got pulled back by a strong-arm. Johnny Wallace, my arched enemy, pushed me down the front steps of the school and said that if I told he'd punch me. I screamed and the teacher came running out just as he punched me in the eye.

As I was sitting in the principal's office I couldn't help but smile at the way Johnny cowered into his mom when the deafening roar of Harley's engines pulled up out front. Followed by the unmistakable squeal of the tires on my Momma's Caddie as she tore into the lot. I had a rapidly forming black eye and bruises all over my back from falling down the stairs. All I could think was "This fuckers dead if my Tigger is here."

As the sound of many pairs of biker boots pounded in the hallway led by the click-clack of my Momma's bitch heels drew closer and closer I felt less and less scared of Johnny. But more and more angry that my family was going to know I didn't defend myself, never saw the attack coming.

The sound of my father's raised voice out in the receptionist office drew me from my thoughts. The principal rubbed his eyes and sighed. I guess the thought of dealing with SOA drained him. The first person through the door was my momma, the look on her face when she saw me slumped in a chair with ice packs on my back and one held to my eye would have made the most hardened criminal crap their pants. I just hung my head, not looking up until I heard Tig's voice "Kitten, come here." At that voice and I broke from my chair and launched myself into his outstretched arms and finally allowed myself to cry. He carried me out of the office, and we waited while my parents and Jax yelled at the principal. My mom yelled at Mrs. Wallace "What kind of piece of shit are you raising to push around a girl half his size. Let alone punch her." Chibs, Bobby, Opie, Piney, and Juice (Jax's prospect) formed a tight circle around me as Mrs. Wallace and Johnny walked out of the office.

Tig handed me to Opie, despite my whimper, and followed them. He tapped Mrs. Wallace on the arm she turned and gasped at the look on his face. "Your kid gets a break this time but be warned he goes near my Kitten again and I don't care if he ain't 18 I will show him real pain." with that threat looming he turned around took me from Opie and we went to his bike.

The next day Chibs and Tigger started training me on self-defense, they even called Happy down to help.

I was trained by two killers and a former professional boxer on how to fight, shoot a gun, use a knife, and all around protect myself. By twelve I could take Opie down in the ring in less than half a round. Could out shoot Tig at the gun range with one eye covered, and throw a knife more accurately then Happy with one arm tied behind my back. No one messed with me at school any more, whether due to my own ability to defend myself or the thought of having to deal with my MC Family.

By the time I had just barely reached 16 I was preparing to graduate High School after skipping 10th grade, and Jax's old principal was still around. Although he liked me, and said many times that he had misjudged me at Jax's graduation. He used to refer to us as Night and Day because we were so different. "I could appreciate the brightness of your Day because I survived the horrors of your brothers Night," is what he wrote in my yearbook.

Being the Outlaw Princess didn't get me very many dates but I was fine with that. Why would I want to deal with little boys when the man I loved my whole life was right in front of me. My crush on Tig was common knowledge around the lot by the time I was 14. He didn't act any different around me though, it was just who I was. My momma told me one time that little girl crushed had to be set aside, and I told her "Yeah, that's why I took down all the posters in my room. I'm gonna be Tig's Old Lady one day momma just you wait and see."

However, with my senior prom fast approaching and my mother forcing me to go, I suddenly wished someone would ask me. But none of the boys at my school had enough balls to ask me. That's how on the eve of my prom, with the most beautiful dress ever seen hanging on my door, I was found at the clubhouse bar begging my daddy not to make me go.

2007- SAMCRO Clubhouse
"But Daddy," I wailed "I don't have a date, I'm two years younger than everyone there, I'm not friends with any of my class mates. I don't want to go!" By this point I had begged for half an hour and tears were pooling in my eyes.

My father couldn't look at me when he replied yet again, "I'm sorry, Princess but your mom is right you will regret not going. She's but her stiletto heeled boot down on this, baby girl." He sighed while patting my back.

"But….."I started and had to stop to brush the now free falling tears from my face. "I'll be all alone….in the middle of this group of people…who don't like me, judge me…without knowing me, and who are scared of me… I'll have no one at my back daddy!" I choked out between sobs.

Over in the corner Tig slammed his pool stick onto the table and yelled, "That's fucking it, I'm taking her. She has to go to prom…fine she goes. But my Kitten is not walking into that…that…hell on her own." His eyes were crazy intense as he walked up to me and daddy. "Clay, brother, we don't let family go alone." he sighed while putting his hands on my shoulders.

My mother walked in as he started his outburst, and had calmly walked up to my father, "Clay, Tigger's right. She shouldn't go alone, I see that now. Besides she'll have more fun with him then anyone else." she consented. Daddy just nodded, and I squealed and squeezed my Tigger into a tight hug.

"We taking your bike?" I asked hopefully. "Oh, no. Not with that $600 dress I bought, no you're not." Momma huffed. "But momma, think about it….its like an outlaw fairy tale. Please." I pleaded with puppy dog eyes. She let loose a sigh and nodded her head.

"Some prince charming!" Opie crowed from the corner and all the guys laughed. "Sure he is," I defended "Didn't see you guys trying to make it better for me!" I countered then stormed out of the clubhouse.

Tig sighed and looked at Clay, "Man, I just keep making it worse don't I? I need to step away from her before she winds up getting hurt. But I can't not make it better for her. What do I do?"

My father puffed on his cigar, slowly thinking about how to answer. "Tig, she's not just a little girl to you. She's changed in your eyes. You don't look at her and see the little four-year old. I know it because I've watched you. As much as it makes me angry…the only one my baby girl is ever gonna end up with is you." he answered making the whole bar take a deep breath in. "Anyone doubt what I said?" He turned making eye contact with each Son in the bar and the Gemma.

"No, you don't. A father knows these things. Gem, baby you've known it was going to happen since she was 14 and set you straight on just whose Old Lady she was gonna be!" Gemma just nodded. He turned back to Tig, "Nothing FUCKING happens until she's 18. Or I will end you!" He said with a tone so authoritative no one questioned.

I had heard all this because I was perched on a picnic table under an open window. No one knew I was there, no one knew that I was aware that it was an accepted truth that my love would not be denied. But I did…

The next two years I spent getting an associate degree in business at the Lodi Community College, (Knowing that one day the garage would be half mine. Jax would oversee mechanics and I would over see the management.) and working in the garage and office helping Momma. Being a grease monkey was in my blood, I loved working on cars and bikes and many of my favorite memories involve me with grease stains up to my elbows.

Being the over achiever I am it only took me three semester instead of four to earn all my credits and graduate, on the deans list might I add. Daddy joked that I had to be the smartest grease monkey in Cali. When I walked across the stage to receive my College Diploma my family whooped and hollered and whistled louder than fireworks on Fourth of July. It was out of place in the cold stuffy academic world that LCC was, but it was who they were, who I am and I loved every single one of them.

Tig had taken to riding me to class and back after my first semester when an asshole Jock had shown up at the garage...

Fall of 2007- Teller-Morrow Lot

I had felt eyes on me since I walked out of my Applied Economics lecture and now an hour later as I pulled into the lot of TM I could still feel them. A shiny silver BMW sedan had been two cars back the whole way home and it had me on edge.

I slipped out of the car and grabbed my purse, as I straightened up I felt fear for the first time in years. I knew who was in the car…he was in a few of my classes, and he always seemed to be in the same place as me on campus. What was he doing here in Charming, let alone at TM.

Tig was standing in the open bay door of the garage having seen me pull in. He normally took a smoke break and asked me how my day had gone when I got back to the lot. I didn't go right up to him though. I never wasted time getting to my Tigger. He knew something was up. He went to walk towards me and I slightly shook my head looking him in the eye, well sunglasses because he had them on but I could tell his eyes were on me.

They always were after Prom, it didn't hurt things any that I had finally gotten my ample chest that was due to me. I mean how could Gemma Teller-Morrow's daughter not have a good rack. My 'D-cup' breast were squeezed into a "Reaper Crew" pink T and my killer legs were encased in soft denim jeans. I had on my biker bitch boots which gave me a few more inches which at my slight 5'3" stature I needed. Barefoot I was just under a foot shorter then my Tigger, which I loved. He was just waiting for my 18th birthday to make the move I'd been waiting my whole life for.

A sharp tap on my shoulder drug me from my daydreams about Tigger. I turned to look up into the eyes of this Frat Boy who thought he could walk onto my lot and touch me…big mistake.

"What do you want?" I asked my anger barely contained. He smirked down at me, "fiesty I like it." He drawled out and it made me skin itch. He was so not my type, my type was a certain 6'2" man of solid muscle with piercing blue eyes, and crazy black hair that curled in every direction, oozing testosterone and all around badassness standing about thirty feet behind me. I didn't have a "Type" there was only ever one MAN that made me knees weak my heart flutter and a wetness spread between my legs.

Frat Boy went to grab for my arm when he saw anger flash across my face at his comment. I pulled it away "Not interested in you, or any little boy for that matter. Why don't you get you pansy ass back in you daddy's beemer and go on back to Lodi. You ain't welcome here." I snapped at him.

His eyes flashed "Listen here bitch, you don't know who you are talking to. I get what I want." he growled at me.

"No, you listen here you pussy bitch," Tig snarled pushing me behind him wrapping one arm back and holding me to him my chest to his back. "You don't get to talk to her like that, she's only ever been and will only ever be one persons bitch. And it ain't derogatory when they call her that." He spat in Frat Boys face.

"Oh, yeah and whose that?" He quipped back at Tig.

"Me, you ass wipe. She's mine!" Tig growled and I must admit it sent shivers down my spine to hear him claim me. Frat Boy gulped and visibly trembled, "Sssssorry man," He stuttered out. Then turn and ran back to his car.

"Tig," I all but purred up at him as he turned "can you please, please, please call me yours again." The desire flashing in my eyes was matched by his. "You are MINE Jess, always have been always will be never gonna not be." he said looking straight into my eyes.

"Bout time you figured it out, baby." I smiled up at him. Then turned at walked towards the office, the sons had spilled out after my voice raised the first time Frat Boy touched me. "Hi, guys" I called out to them " 's not closing time yet get back to work, you too Tigger." I called over my shoulder catching him staring at my ass. 'that's right baby, that's all for you' I thought to myself.

Something clicked in Tig that day in the parking lot of TM. It's like it took 'Frat Boy' to wake him up and see I was standing in front of him, just waiting for him to claim me. He'd had a hard time not staring at me since prom but that was a six months before that day. I like to think he needed to get jealous to be able to stake his claim.

For five months after I graduated I spent all day everyday on the lot. Monday through Friday from 7a.m. until 6p.m. I worked in the garage with the guys and in the office with Momma helping wherever I could. Tig was never more than fifteen feet from me all day and I loved it.

When costumers would get a little to flirty he'd storm into the office and say "You paid your bill, you got your keys, that's all you're gonna find here, now leave!" and I would just slide on up to him after whoever he snapped at left and say "Baby, you haven't put a crow or a patch on me yet. I cant say 'Get the fuck away from me or my old man will beat the ever-loving shit out of you' now can I? Cause I cant claim you yet…soon but not yet." His eyes would rake over me and send shivers down my spine, he'd growl and heat would pool in my stomach. He'd growl out "Your birthday better fucking get here faster." then storm back out into the garage. Leaving me a shaking puddle of desire. 'couldn't agree more baby, couldn't agree more' I'd think to myself every single time.

Finally the night I'd been willing to get here was only 25 hours away. It was almost time for my 18th birthday party and SAMCRO knew how to through a party. I knew there would be a huge crowd of Sons and their Old Ladies, but for the first time Momma ordered "Abso-fucking-lutely no sweet butts/croweaters/or whores allowed." She made the demand while we were all sitting in the clubhouse planning the finishing touches on the next nights party. The boys grumbled and I took pity "Momma, let them have their whores...after I open presents," knowing I'd be getting my patch that night "make them wait until midnight…then it ain't my birthday anymore." I pleaded their case and won, much to their enjoyment.

Then I turned on them making them all sit at the bar, except Tigger who stood behind me arms crossed waiting to enforce whatever law I was about to lay down, "You can have your whores, you can get your fill of pussy, but if so much as one shows up even one minute before midnight I am going to channel my inner Clay and beat all of you with a pool cue." The anger flashing in my eyes made them not doubt my words. Then I smiled and turned around to Tig, "One more night…you have one more night to do whatever you want. After that I find you with a whore in this clubhouse I will kill them then make you wish you hadn't trained me!" He smiled at me, "Baby I ain't had a single lay since 'Frat Boy' showed up on the lot and I knew who you belonged to…and who I belong to." he said on a sigh.

Stunned I walked over to him, right into his arms, "That's why I love you Tigger, that and so many other reasons," I melted into his embrace. Then stepped back and looked at all my boys and my Man with a smile. Then yelled out "Prospect! We are going shopping get your ass in my car." turned and held my hand out to Daddy for his card.

"Baby girl, what could you possibly need now?" He laughed out at me. "Daddy!" I giggled "I'm gonna be a SAMCRO Old Lady in tomorrow night. I gotta live up to the title. You want visiting charters to think SAMCRO boys let just anyone be an Old Lady…that Tig will let any bitch be HIS Old Lady?….No I'm gonna make sure everyone knows who the fuck I am, and that I ain't just some spoiled kid. I am fucking SAMCRO ROYALTY and I WILL look like it." I ended my little speech to Momma clapping her hands.

"Damn straight baby, I raised you well. You are gonna be a killer Old Lady!" She beamed at me, daddy just groaned. "No more then $300 please, Princess." I kissed his cheek and went to my car.

Tig yelled out behind me "Do NOT go to Oakland, keep it in Charming or Lodi, Baby" I just waved over my shoulder to let him know I heard.