A/N: I haven't posted anything in quite a while, life has been tough, and time certainly hadn't permitted it. However, inspiration struck for something. So after getting through with over 100k words in WordPad, I decided why not post it here. This is my first cross over of this kind. Also, while I had a friend check things over and pre -read, there may be a few grammatical errors seeing as how I am using word pad not Word it's self and that lacks editing. Please bear with it. ConCrit is definitely welcome, but please leave the flames at the gate. Like it? Love it? Want more? Hate it? Review and let me know what you think. Thanks for reading.

xxTish

Disclaimer: For this and any future chapters, I own nothing. SoA, and Twilight belong respectfully to their creators/publishers. This is merely fan work and not intended for any selfish gain. The plot and twists though is all a part of my strange little mind at play.

My life had been a long winding road, up until now that is. It had been a couple years since what felt like my life crashing at my very feet. Road rash would have been a prettier sight than that of me and my senior year. I was a shell, hollow point. I was just as damaging as I was damaged.

Pulling into the small subdivision, I parked at the curb, my old red beast growling an almost pleased sound as she came to a rest. This was my new home. Insurance settlement granted me the funds. And who would have thought that I would find myself back here. The name fit the town, it seemed charming.

Years ago, when my dear mother pulled me away from the first man I ever loved she moved us here. Good ol' Charming California. I was young, remembered very little. But from what I remembered, this was the only other place beside pheonix or forks that held my attention. I couldn't say if the attention was good or bad, but some of the town captured my heart. Specifically, a few people.

One of those people, was the man that my mother considered a godfather to me. Funny how memories can flood back and stall your heart with just one word, smell or in my case a name. Alexander Trager. At the final reading, the name threw me off, then it hit me. Tig, or as I used to call him when I was five, Tigger. With it a whole set of subdued memories came back like a heart attack. Specifically the man's silly reaction to my dolls. I got a twisted sense of satisfaction frightening the old man with sleepy Sally. Appearently the floating eyes made things that much more frightening for that hardened man. It made for impressive leverage when I was little to get what I wanted, candies or bike rides. Truth be told, a part of me believed that the man would have spoiled me anyway.

That was a part of my life that my father knew little of. He would have had kittens would he had known that I loved My god pop for those rides down the highway. Perhaps that forgotten thrill was what subconciously led me to my new found hobby, and my connection with Jake.

With that thought, I stepped out of the truck and walked around toward the bed and lowered the tailgate. It creaked with it's age but I was ready to do this. The crate of my families things would arrive tomorrow, 11 am sharp. I had time to spare and the day was beautiful. Loosening the tie downs I slowly backed the old pan head out using the old ramps that Jake let me have before leaving. Besides that old harley he fixed, those ramps and a box of sentimental items were all I brought with me personally.

Jake was the only goodbye that I got to actually experience. After everything, I dont know what was harder. Never getting a goodbye or actually having to face one. Jake didn't want to let go easily. As if it was easy for me to tell him no. It never was. He became a light within my own darkness. He saw something within me to hope for when I had no hope myself. I thrived for it, blindingly. Reaching out for any anchor I could. I realized too late that what I had done, wasn't fair to anyone, myself included. I needed to let go, and it was sink or swim time.

Moving to charming was just that. A new start. With it I had a new face to meet the day. New eyes. Gone was the mousy brown, and in its place was new deep red undertones and a more framing layerd cut, falling just over my shoulders instead of halfway down my back. I no longer held the same vices that I used to. I broke my old habits. the biting of my nails and the nervous nibling of my lip. I actually took the time to put on a little color to my face and took more pride in the art of it. Hell, Alice may even be proud. Not that she would exactly approve the new style but hey, I was trying right?

I lifted my leg over and pulled from my back pocket the piece of envelope that I had written down Tiggers info on. Teller- Morrow automotive. It was the only phone and address that my mothers Attorney could scourge up on the old man. His place of employment. Who knows, the old man probably had an appartment above the garage. He seemed like the type way back when. Would not surprise me now.

Taking one more glance at the address, I slipped the piece of paper back into my worn jeans and kicked the old girl to life. She was one hell of a vintge beauty, but she had just as much aesthetic as any bike might to the soul. The vibrations and speed alone did something special with the rider. To me, anyone can ride but only a few could truly connect and let the engines rumble match their heart beat. Drown out the rest of the world as the wind moves through you instead of around you. There was nothing that could hold a candle to the power within that drives when you ride. It was freeing. Why I rode.

I found myself turning into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive sooner than I would have thought. Yet, it didnt completely surprise me. I lost a part of myself to the ride. It was something instinctual anymore. What did surprise me was the row of Dyna's that lined one side of the shop. That and a few guys around sporting what looked like something from a bad Television show about Motor clubs. That and the place sported so much insignia that I found myself chuckling a bit under my breath. It looked like a bad sitcom gone reality TV. Or good, depending on how one looked at it. Perspective really.

I parked the bike away from the line of dynas that probably belonged to the men of this club and kept my eyes glued to the scenery. A part of me felt like I was about to walk into a lions den. I learned long ago to be a little more adapt. To not ignore my terrible sense of self preservation. Turning her off, I got off the bike slowly just as a few guys stepped out of a side door that looked to be the entrance to a building just off the main garage. Business my ass.

Each man had a swagger that spoke volumes. Age didn't matter to these men, they all had it. Each their own temperment, their own spillway. And they knew it. The ladies that seemed to also circle like vultures knew it too. It was as if things were getting ready to flood. And here all I had was saddle bags. A very tall man, sauntered over to me, looking like a reincarnation of the fabled Paul Bunyon, idly twining his fingers, as if he was trying to adjust his riding gloves instead of giving off a nervous appeal.

I didnt blame him, I was new. I was a woman, and someone that they weren't expecting. I had trust issues too.

"Can I help you, darlin'?" He asked. His voice was slightly rough and reminded me a little of Sam. I took quick notice of his patches. Redwood original, Men of Mayhem, Sons of Anarchy, and SAMCRO stood out against the dark black despite their aged and weathered look of them.

I kicked the stand in place and leaned off the bike before lifting the shades that I've had on the entire trip, then offered the man a kind and hopefully gentle smile.

"Yeah, actually I was looking for someone. Family of sorts. The only adress that I could connect him to was this auto shop. His name is Alexander Trager."

"Tig?!" The tall oaf turned quickly to look back behind him just as the tall dark and strange man came out of the side door like the others, in surprise. The man was swathed in vultures, one under each arm. Hearing his name aloud though caused him and the girls to pause.

"Yeah, you sound surprised." I chuckled in reply to the oaf and offered the man in question a giant smile. He had aged well. Not much had changed from the man I remembered vaguely of my child hood.

"It's not often that a woman of your caliber comes looking for a man like Tiggy." Oaf responds just as i hear Tig exclaim.

"Holy Hell!" Tigger called out and ditched the vultures as he took off in a jog for me.

Within seconds I was embraced in a hug I didn't know I had missed till now. It was odd. To loathe and desire something as simple as a hug. I guess it only really mattered who was offering. Everything in me, everything of my past, culminated in this one moment as I laughed in both somber and joyful expression.

"Hells Bells, I can't believe it sweetheart." He spoke hushed to me before setting me down lightly on my feet once again.

"It's been a long time, Tigger." The old name got a bit of a chuckle out of the old man.

"You remember that huh?" He asked.

"Almost didn't, lot has happened since I last saw you, old man."

"I'd say. " He took my arm and twirled it. "Let me get a look at you, all grown up." Something somber took over in his voice. The wetness of his eyes wasn't lost on me but Im positive it was lost on the men that stood behind him. Who were also a bit weary at the moment.

"Yeah, life will do that, Tigger." I offered as softly in condolences as I could. Something in this man ached as he looked at me in that moment. It made me ache for all that I lost. Made me feel in ways i wasn't entirely comfortable with at the moment.

"You going to introduce me to these people, Tigger or you just gonna hold my hand all day." I smirked trying to shed the moment from both of us. He cleared his throat before turning to the men staring our way.

"Yeah, cause hell, I'm going to need a drink if you're here, girl."

I laughed as he draped his arm over my shoulder and walked me over to the guys that were lined up. First was the oaf.

"Ope, I want to introduce you to the daughter of a close old friend of mine, Bella. Bella, this is Opie."

"Wow, and here I thought this was Charming not mayberry. Nice to meet ya."

He held out his hand and chuckled.

"Far from it miss." He offered as I shook his hand.

The others circled, and Tig offered a general introduction.

"Fella's this is Bella, Bells this is the guys. Happy," he pointed to one of the men in the back with a shaved head and tatts peaking out of a white tee,"Chibbs,"He offered to a pepper haired man, who nodded with a welcoming brogue.

"Darlin."

"Swoon." I offered back. The old man smirked, only for Tig to drop his hand and swat me right on the ass. I looked at him indignantly.

"Easy hellion, next is Juice over there," The man with a shaved hawk and tatts lining the side of his dome nodded. "Next we have Half-Sack," The young boy looked slightly out of place but his energy was a bit infectious even if he did come off a bit scattered in the brain. He seemed like the type that was all to willing to mold to the fold. Yet a part of his youth and heart reminded me of Seth.

"Hello, beautiful." The boy greeted with a bit too much lust in his eye.

"Easy, boy, I'd break you. Good to meet you though." I quelled that quickly and the men chuckled.

"Next sweetheart, is Bobby, that dsigruntled hairy looking man at the table there." Bobby only nodded in reply and I offered the same.

"Opie's pa, Piney, and next to him is Clay. Owner of this fine establishment. "

"Pleasure to meet ya, Sir." I offered to the man as respectully as I could. After all, my arrival seemed to halt most of his business at the moment. His only response was a pull from the cigar that he held at his lips. Nice. Rude ass.

I couldn't help the way my tongue traveled over my teeth to hold in my comment for the grandpa trying to look like a badass. I held in any other reaction. Last thing I would want at the moment is to get on any of these men's wrong side considering my new found status here.

"Last but not least is Jax." I looked over to the man Tig was pointing at and my breath stopped cold in my chest. He held himself as tightly as Jasper used to. He was hardened for sure. Withdrawn from some aspects. Heavy mind and heart was apparent.

"Pleasure." I nodded simply as I spoke even softer.

"C'mon sweetheart, lets go have a drink. You should be of age by now."

"By now? " I laughed as he led me to the side door, the men followed loosely behind.

"Yeah, you're 21 by now right?" Tig offered as I sat beside him at the bar taking in a close look to my surroundings noticing the hallway, pool tables and small kitchen. The oak looking doors reminded me of something out of an old disney movie. 'it's Forbidden.' Not that I'd go look for trouble like that. Not after leaving so much behind.

"I'm 23, Tig. "

"Damn kiddo." Tig poured us both a shot. Heaven knows I was going to need some liguid courage for what I needed to do.

"I know." It's all I could say as the guys sat around us, in various spots at tables and the bar with out crowding us.

Tig slid one of the tall shots my way then lifted his. I followed his lead.

"To old friends?" He offered.

"To family, Tig." I corrected and took the shot quickly.