A/N: Hello all of my fantastic readers! I hope you are all doing well! I started this story because, much like Jax Teller, I clearly cannot escape Charming. This story will not be a continuation/sequel to my other SOA story titled "Welcome to Charming". This is a totally separate story with an all new OC character. Again, Tara is not in the picture. Hope you enjoy!

I swore I would never come back to this god forsaken town, I thought to myself as I navigated my blue corvette down the all too familiar streets of Charming, California. I swear this place is stuck in a time capsule or something. Nothing ever changes.

I pulled my car into the parking lot of Cara Cara and walked into the warehouse, the door slamming behind me. A blonde girl that had bimbo slut written all over here walked up to me. "Uh sorry sweetie, but open auditions are over," she said giving me a smirk.

"Oh gosh, and I really wanted to be a porn star whore just like you," I said dryly and sarcastically as I blew right past her and stormed into the office. I heard the girl make an offended grunt behind me.

Inside the office an older woman looked up from the desk where she was going through footage. "Who in the hell is barging into my office like,…" she started but stopped when she recognized the young woman. "Logan?" she asked excitedly.

"Hello mother," I replied.

"What are you doing here?" my mother asked jumping up and coming over to hug me.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? You called me and told me dad was attacked in prison and is now basically blind. Of course I came."

"Oh baby, he'll be so excited to see you," mom said and then gave a small reflex to the pun that she had just made considering Otto's situation.

Otto Delaney wasn't my biological father. My mother was a former porn star that got lax with birth control and nine months later I was born. Otto had married my mom shortly after and on my second birthday, he legally adopted me.

"How long are you staying for?" mom continued.

"Hopefully not very long. We'll see," I said already ready to go.

"Well I can go with you to see Otto tomorrow. Why don't you go and get yourself settled in at the house," she said leading me back out into the main room and we both saw the girl from earlier walk up.

"Luann, who is this bitch?" the girl asked. "She disrespected me and you know how I can't perform when I'm mad."

"You're literally paid to have sex with people for a camera, and you can't perform? Is walking and chewing gum at the same time also hard for you?" I was not in a good mood and something about this girl bothered me to no end.

"Luann?" the girl complained.

"Okay Logan, take it down," mom said to me before turning to the girl. "Ima, this is my daughter Logan."

"Well listen here sweetheart," Ima said turning to me. "I'm the talent here, so basically what I say goes."

I stepped up to her so we were basically touching noses. "Sorry to bust this lifesize barbie entitlement thing you got going on here, but I really don't give a shit what you want." I pushed past her intentionally making sure my right shoulder budged her out of the way.

I continued out to the parking lot and hear mom following behind me. "Oh perfect," I exhale noticing that my back tire was going flat. Squatting down, I noticed that there was a large nail sticking out of the rubber.

"Take it over to TM," mom said. "I'll call Gemma and tell her you're coming."

I stood up and looked at her hesitantly. "I don't know that that is such a good idea."

"Oh come on, you Jax and Opie used to be best friends back in the day."

"Even more reason not to go," I said. "I havent seen them in 10 years since I drove out of this town at 18 and never looked back. Besides by that time Jax was obsessed with Tara and Opie had met Donna so its not like we were close at the end."

"Just go," Luann said heading back towards the warehouse. "I'm calling Gemma now."

As expected, as soon as I pulled into the lot every guys eyes were on my car. Parking I looked down and really noticed how underdressed I was. Because I expected to be in my car all day and not see anyone I know besides my mom, I had settled on my jean cutoff shorts, a crop top tank top that showed off my reaper belly button ring and converse sneakers. Getting out of the car I got several whistles and every guy in the garage stopped working to check out the attractive girl with the sports car. I spotted Jax and Opie standing together watching me over the hood of a car.

"Hey baby, how much did your daddy pay for that one?" Tig called out.

Before I left I used to dye my hair platinum blonde but eventually I grew tired of the upkeep and let it go back to my naturally dark brown color. It wasn't unusual for people to not recognize me because the change was so different.

"I don't know, maybe you can ask him next time he has to save all of your asses from inside prison," I yelled back.

I saw the confused look cross all of their faces as the office door flew open and Gemma came barreling out. "Logan Delaney," she said rushing over and hugging me. "I missed you sweetheart."

I looked over her shoulder and saw the recognition wash over the men. "Thanks aunt Gemma," said turning back to the woman.

"Look what the cat drug in," Opie said from where he and Jax had walked up behind me.

I turned to them. "Hi boys."

"That's it?' Jax asked smart-assly. "You abandon us, come back after ten years and all you can say is 'hi boys'?"

"For now," I said giving them a smirk that scarily resembled Gemmas. I turned and followed Gemma into the office but over heard Opie turn to Jax.

"She hasn't even been here for 10 years and she's still 100% mini Gemma."

"So my little Logan grew up to become a bigshot lawyer?" Gemma said from her seat in the office.

"I don't know about bigshot but I do okay," I said meekly.

"How long are you in town for?" she asked and by her look I can already see the gears in her brain working on some hidden agenda.

"Hopefully not too long," I answered. "I came when I got the call about Otto's attack. How's Mr. Gemma," I asked changing the subject with my nickname for the man who was basically an uncle to me.

Gemma smirked. "He's fine. Had a meeting this afternoon."

"Legal?" I asked actually mildly curious.

"Who the hell knows," she said. "You know Jax is single," she said changing the subject to what she really wanted to talk about.

"Well that was subtle Gemma," I said calling her out on it.

"I'm just saying, he was in love with you before. Its only a matter of time before he falls for you again. I'd much rather it be you than Tara or god forbid his ex-wife."

"First off, Jax was never in love with me. Secondly, you didn't like Tara because she reminds you of you and thirdly, ex-wife?"

"One, yes he was. You were the only one who never saw it. Two, you remind me of me not Tara and I love you so… and Three, yeah married some coked out bitch. She got pregnant but couldn't stay clean so the baby is at St. Thomas in the NICU. He was born with the family flaw and strung out on crank."

"Damn, im sorry to hear that."

"Kid needs a mom," Gemma pressed further.

"Gemma, seriously I have been here for ten minutes. Let me breathe before you have me knocked up and changing diapers," I said laughing.

"Gem, who brought in that hotrod out thre," Clay said coming in and completely missing me.

"That would be mine," I answered for her and stood up.

"Sorry didn't see you there," he said clearly not recognizing me either.

I smirked. "It's me Uncle Clay. Or should I say, Uncle Mr. Gemma."

"Logan!" he said getting it and hugging me. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to see Otto. My mother told me what happened and thought Id better come down."

"That's a good daughter," he said pointing at me but talking to Gemma.

"She is," Gemma agreed smiling. "She's a lawyer."

"Oh really?" Clay said raising his eyebrows at me. "Well maybe you should come back to town. The club can single handedly keep you in business."

"Let's just take it one day at a time okay," I said. "So can you all fix the flat?"

"Yeah, leave it overnight and we will take care of it," Clay said.

"Jax can take you home," Gemma offered.

Suddenly sirens of cop cars screamed to a halt in the yard. We walked out of the office to see a woman with long blond hair overseeing cops combing the lot.

"Mr. Morrow, I presume," the woman said walking up and handing a piece of paper to Clay. "Agent Stahl, ATF. That is a warrant to search your clubhouse for illegal guns."

"Some things never change," I said looking around the lot where cops had each of the Sons on the ground while they conducted their search.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed chapter 1! I wanted to set up the new story and establish our new OC. Also, stay tuned for a prospective SOA story requested from one of you loyal readers! Please REVIEW and let me know what you think! ~ Savy