Hi Everyone! So this is my very first fan fiction. I started using this site about a year ago to read Walking Dead and Doctor Who fics. Then about six months ago I watched the entire SOA series on Netflix and it immediately became one of my all time favorite shows and favorite fandoms. I love so much of the SOA fan fics, and I kept having all these ideas that I was hoping I would see someone write one day. Finally decided to just sit down with these ideas and write at least one story of my own. I'm extremely nervous and I hope someone out there enjoys reading this. I look forward to any positive feedback as well as constructive criticism. Just be nice! In no way do I consider myself a professional writer. Just here to have fun and not take myself too seriously. I intend on updating at least once a week...hopefully. So with that said, enjoy!

And of course, I do not own Sons of Anarchy or any of it's characters and will not profit off this fic. But I do own Grace Anderson and any other OCs that make their way into this story.

Also, this will be pretty much AU. I will at some point stray from the storyline and some characters may seem pretty OOC. Just saying.

Grace Anderson sighed as she looked around at all the boxes that filled her once cozy, but now empty, downtown Chicago apartment. The boxes were filled with clothes, pictures, plates, and candles, but all Grace saw were memories of the last four years. She had loved every second she spent in this little, overpriced two bedroom. Four years. That was longer than she had ever lived in one place. She and her best friend since college, Tara Knowles, had been roommates since their first semester and continued to live together even when Grace graduated from nursing school and Tara entered medical school and residency. And now she was leaving their little home, packing up all of their memories, and heading off to live in Tara's hometown of Charming, California. Grace blew out a breath she didn't even realize that she was holding and ran both hands through her wavy, shoulder-length auburn hair.

"Tara, I'm finished in here. How are things in the kitchen?"

Tara came out of the kitchen juggling two boxes in her hands and sat them down with the others.

"I think that's the last of it. I just need to call the movers and then it's just you, me, and the u-haul."

Grace immediately went to Tara and wrapped her in a hug. She saw the anxiety that had been etched all over Tara's face since she had made the decision to go back to Charming. Over the years, Tara had shared everything with her about the small northern California town, including her reasons for leaving and never going back. Grace knew that Tara had been deeply in love with her high school sweetheart, Jackson, but had decided that their lives were going in two different directions. Grace had a feeling a part of Tara never left Charming, namely her heart. But with Tara's father dying, her asshole FBI agent ex-boyfriend harassing her, and the job offer at St. Thomas, Tara had accepted that Charming was the only real option right now. Tara grabbed Grace's cheeks and kissed her on the forehead.

"You know I can never repay you for agreeing to move to Charming with me, right?"

"I was never going to let you go without me, Doc. You're the only family I've got and I love you. You and me against the world, right?"

Tara smiled. "You and me, Gracie Jane, always."

Grace truly didn't hesitate saying yes when Tara asked her if she would be willing to move with her to Charming. Grace loved the ten years that she had been in Chicago since starting college, but it wasn't really her home. Maybe it was because she was an army brat who never lived in the same country, let alone the same city, for more than a couple of years, but Grace always believed that your home was the people you were with, not the address on your mail. Grace was an only child and her mother had died in a car accident when she was 10 years old. She had adored her father, Captain James David Anderson. He was an amazing father who loved his daughter more than anything in the world. He was her rock, her everything. So when two military personnel showed up to her dorm room five years ago and told her that her father had died when his plane was shot down during a mission in Afghanistan, Grace's life shattered into a million pieces. The only reason that she survived was the love and support of her best friend, Tara. In every way that mattered, Tara was her sister. The only family she had left. So if Tara needed her in some tiny little California hick town, then to California hick town she would go.

Five hours later, Grace slammed the door to the moving truck. Adjusting her mirrors, strapping on her seatbelt and putting on her black Ray-Bans, she looked over to a very nervous Tara in the passenger's seat. Grace reached over and squeezed her hand, giving Tara her best smile.

"You ready to get this show on the road, Knowles?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"Then let's do this. Charming, here we come."