DISCLAIMER: Not Kurt Sutter, he owns what you know :)

I opened my eyes to all white and quickly closed them again. "Where am I?" I asked myself before opening them again. I turn my head and quickly figure out I'm in a hospital room, but how I got here and why aren't exactly coming to me. I look over to see a woman with long brown hair with some highlights looking at me. I closed my eyes, not saying anything to her as I hear her say she's going to tell the nurse I'm awake. I try to will my head to remember just who the woman is and can't come up with a name. I open my eyes as I hear the nurse enter with the strange woman and what appears to be a doctor.

"How are you, Miss?"

I blink a few times before answering. "I'm alright. A little confused as to what happened to me."

He smiles and nods. "That's understandable. We're not exactly sure as you were found on the side of the road. You have a bit of bruising on the brain so your memory may be a little off. Do you remember anything?"

I closed my eyes for a moment to try to remember anything and slowly open them again.

"Cologne. That's about it. Will I get the memory back?"

The doctor nodded while the nurse checked me over. "You may. Depends on if anything triggers it. Try to just do things and be as normal as you can in this situation."

I nod in thanks and they both leave, leaving the strange woman with me. I close my eyes again as the meds take effect and sleep overcomes me. I wake again, but hear talking so I keep my eyes closed encase they say something I may need to know.

"Jax, she may not have anywhere to go. She can stay at the clubhouse or come home with me. She's going to need help, baby."

"Ma, we don't know shit about this girl. Hell, the doc said she may not even know shit. My sons are with Tara, god knows where since she got custody. We're pulling out of half the stuff we are in and I'm trying to at least get visitation when all this shit is over. We don't need to babysit."

"Jackson Nathaniel Teller. You are the one that pulled her from the side of the road and we're going to help her. I need some help at the shop anyway. Hell, you boys know nothing about anything but booze and pussy. I need a woman that isn't half-dressed and up your ass."

I decide to make my being awake known as I'm sure I don't need to hear anything else about whatever is up anyone's ass. They both look at me and I blush at the attention. I see the guy, Jax probably, head out and turn to look at Gemma.

"I don't need to stay with you, I'll find something."

She scoffs and sits in the chair next to me. "Don't you worry about it. I really do need help with the shop and clubhouse. You can earn your keep there by working for me."

"That's really kind of you. Um, no offense or anything, but who are you?" I ask and she just smiled, reaching up to move some hair from my face.

"Gemma, that guy that left is my son, Jax. He's the one that found you."

I smile and nod. "Tell him thank you."

Gemma nodded and I felt the meds take effect again and my body drooped back into nothingness. I blinked my eyes open a few times, noticing I was alone in the room. That was a good thing as it gave me time to think. I wanted to know just who these people really were and why this Gemma was so keen to help me. Staying at a shop, or clubhouse, wasn't really something I could see myself doing, but at least it was a roof.

If it was some sort of place for these men to take the booze and girls, I was sure I had a crap ton of work to do there anyway. That was good as I liked to stay busy. While I was sleeping, I kept seeing a man come at me, I didn't know who he was, but could tell that he scared the shit out of me. I really needed to figure this out and he could have been the reason I was in this bed in the first place.

I did know that the cologne I remembered earlier wasn't from this guy, it was different. I heard the door to my room open and looked over to see the guy from earlier and Gemma. They walked in and she had a smile on her face.

"You get to leave, sweetie."

I smile, "Good. My name's Nikki by the way, I do remember that."

The guy chuckled, "I found your ID with you, darlin'. You ready?"

I raised an eye brow at him, not knowing if I really like him or not. He seemed to cocky for me. I just simply nodded and Gemma placed a bag on the bed next to me as I sat up. I looked in the bag to see a bra, a pair of undies, a denim skirt, and an orange tank.

I look back to her and she just smiles. "You had this with you. That all that was in it. We'll be out the door."

I watched as she turned and tugged her son out the door.

I took out the clothes and smiled, but only for a second. That was all that was in here beside my wallet. I opened the wallet and found that I had a couple 100s in it, so at least I had some money. My one credit card and my debit card also still in place with my license. At least I could trust them not to take my shit.

I put my hands behind me to untie the gown I was wearing on my way to the bathroom. I set the bag on the toilet and turn on the crappy shower, glad to be able to get the gunk off. I slowly wash my raven hair and body before getting out and using their dingy towel to dry off. I slip on the boy shorts and my bra before grabbing the tank and putting it over my head. I slip the skirt on and then look to see if I have any shoes.

I don't, which lets me know that I only had the pair that I was most likely wearing when Gemma's son found me. I do find a brush and a band tough, so I quickly pull my hair up to get the wetness off me. I sigh and walk back into the room and open the door. Gemma and the guy, Jax I think, were standing at the nurse's station. I walked slowly up to them and smiled. "Shoes?"

Jax just shrugged, "You didn't have them."

I nod and let out a breath. "Alright, I'm ready."

I do notice the man in front of me doesn't say anything as he turns around. I look back at his mom and she shrugged. "He's had a rough couple of months. Like the ink. How bout we drop his sorry ass off somewhere and we go find you a pair of shoes."

I look at my arms and legs as I laugh a bit and nod. "Sounds good. Shoes would be fabulous."

My tats are my artwork. I do remember how I got most of them as my best friend did them. I had a pair of angel wings on my back that started at my neck and went down to the hip. The feathers each detailed with a name of someone I had lost on them. Mostly family, but a few other people I considered family as well. I had celtic knots running up and down both arms just because I thought the were really cool and my artist was from Ireland. Well, her grandfather's family came during the famine anyway.

On my legs I had vines that had roses and other flowers placed here and there. I hadn't gotten anything on my hips or between the wings, but had been thinking on it. We make it to what I guess is Gemma's car when I notice Jax was sitting on a Dyna, smoking a cig. I shake my head and get in the vehicle after she unlocks it. Figures he would ride. My dad used to ride, so my grandmother told me.

I never met him and my mother died at childbirth. I hear Gemma tell the blonde biker that she's taking me shopping and we'd see him at the shop. I watch as he just nods and then takes off. I turn and sit my bag in the floor of the backseat, making sure to take out my wallet.

I turn as Gemma gets in and smile. "I didn't have a phone either, did I?"

She sighed. "We didn't go through your bag, the doctor did. I guess you didn't though. We can get you a prepay if you want."

I smiled. "I do have a little bit of money and a bank card. If I could figure out where to get an ATM I can check my balance."

Gemma smiled, "Alright, there's one up the street, Nikki."

I smile and turn to watch out the windshield as she takes off. We don't really say much, just let the music drown out the quiet. I don't really know what to say to this woman who was helping me.

"So, You remember anything, Nikki?"

I sigh, "A bit. Y'know, like where the ink came from and that my grandmother raised me. My friend did the ink and my mother died when I was born. The only thing that's really fuzzy is how I ended up in the hospital, Gemma."

She nodded, "What about your dad?"

"Never met him, Grammy said he skipped out or something, my mom never really told her much on it. I do know he had a 1967 Harley, though, that was when they met. Grammy didn't know a lot about him."

Gemma didn't say anything else as we pulled up to the space in front of the ATM. I got out and walked carefully since I didn't have shoes and put in my card. I typed the pin and waited for the balance inquiry. My grandmother left me enough to not have to work, but that was about it. I smiled as I saw my balance: $900,00, the insurance policy left after the funeral, as well as what I had saved extra for the move from LA, and headed back to the car.

Gemma raised her eye brow and I smiled. "Shoes first, then a new phone."

Gemma smiled and then headed to what I assumed was the store. We didn't talk much while I was looking for shoes. I grabbed some flip-flops, flats, heels, and one pair of converse. While there, I also decided to get some clothes since I apparently didn't pack any. The nice guy at the counter kept count of what was mine as I kept trying on things. I bought 5 pairs of jeans (two skinny), 4 skirts (one black, 3 denim), and some shirts (mostly tanks). I also got some cotton shorts to sleep in and some new undergarments along with some tees.

We made our way back to the car, Gemma carrying just as much as me it seemed. I offered to pay for her some lunch and we argued till I won. She's good, but I never back down. After we ate, we went to the phone place where I was able to pick up the newest version of the Samsung Galaxy. They were my favorite brand. I waited while the guy set me up a phone number and then piled back into the car and headed to where I was going to stay till I was able to get a house.

I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to buy or rent so I asked Gemma a couple of questions. She told me that the houses up for sale were in better condition and asked if I needed a ride to the realtor in the morning. When we pulled up, the shop looked horrible. It looked as though it had been burned and was in process of being rebuilt. I look at Gemma when we get out and see the look on her face. I don't think she's too happy about the look of things.

"What's up?" I asked her.

She turns to me. "You may have to stay with me, Nikki. I didn't know they were this behind on everything."

I shrug. "It's ok. I mean, maybe I'll get lucky and find a cute little place tomorrow, yea?"

Gemma smiled, "I like you, very optimistic."

I chuckle. "Not many do, but thanks. Where's Jax?"

Gemma raised her brow and just smiled. I roll my eyes. "Just curious. I heard you tell him to meet us here."

She nodded, "Some of the guys are here, but I'm sure he's at one of the other businesses. He hasn't been hisself lately."

I walk over to the older woman and lean in. "I heard you talking earlier about his boys and this Tara. I'm sorry, Gemma."

"It's ok. I'm not really surprised, though. She's left him before and has been looking for an out for a while now. He's tough, just hurting."

I smiled and follow her up to a guy who's standing a bit away from the wreckage and smoking a cigarette.

And an SOA story popped in my head. I actually have a bit on where this on is going so hopefully I get loads written for you guys. Please leave little comments for me and until next time-Brianna