Disclaimer: "Magic eight ball, will I one day own any rights to SOA?" OUTLOOK NOT SO GOOD. "Screw you eight ball, screw you."

The guys left early in the morning for their run, leaving Dorothy in the care of Gemma and Pete in the care of the prospect V-Lin. Chibs did his best to assure Dorothy that she was safe in the capable hands of the club's matriarch. After spending a day watching Gemma manage the garage and watching the mechanics work on various cars they finally made their way back to the Morrow homestead. Gemma gestured for Dorothy to cross the threshold into the house ahead of her. Taking in her surroundings, Dorothy took note of the meticulously decorated and organized home. She expected nothing less from Gemma. She was the master of her domain, whether it be the club, the garage, or her home. Absently she tugged at the San Francisco State t-shirt she'd managed to grab with a few other clothing items from Chibs' room at the clubhouse, unsure what to say or do.

"I need a drink." Gemma announced shortly after setting her keys on top of the refrigerator. A classic habit of tall people that can see the top of the fridge and use it as a handy storage place. In her stylish heels, Gemma was pushing 6 feet tall. "What's your poison?"

Dorothy had been so involved in taking in her surroundings that she nearly missed the question. "Oh, um. I'm not picky. Just not that vile scotch that Chibs is so fond of."

"Amen sister, I can't stomach it either. I'm not sure how he and Maria stand it." Gemma began assembling the items for what seemed to be a very dry vodka martini. "Let's see your shaking skills." She stated as she handed the shaker to Dorothy.

Avoiding the initial urge to bristle at the mention of Maria, Dorothy closed her eyes as the vodka slid smoothly down her throat. She groaned in appreciation. "You know I could just stay at Chibs' house. I hate to inconvenience you."

Gemma looked the into Dorothy's blue eyes for a long moment, causing the younger women to shift her feet uncomfortably. Waving a dismissive well-manicured hand Gemma said, "It's not a problem, it gets too quiet with the boys gone. It'll be nice to have the company." Gemma sauntered off towards the back patio, Dorothy hot on her heels. "Besides, you've been with Chibs for months and I haven't had much one on one time with the club's newest Old Lady."

Dorothy blanched slightly at the idea, lifting the martini to her lips she took a deep swig, downing half the drink in one go.

Gemma laughed. "You find me that scary? I'm flattered." Gemma snagged a pack of cigarettes from a decorative box as they exited to the stand under the pergola outside. "You smoke?" She asked as she gestured the pack towards Dorothy.

Dorothy's face blushed either from the vodka or a bit of embarrassment as she stated. "Last time I smoked a cigarette, it was an excuse to talk to Filip the day we met."

The SAMCRO matriarch simply raised an eyebrow and waited for Chibs' love to continue. "He came to my window at the courthouse and I actually followed him outside for one more look. He stopped for a cigarette. I had to think quickly. So I bummed a smoke from a public defender I knew and made my way to Filip to ask for a light." Dorothy shook her head grinning widely. "I nearly coughed up a lung trying after a couple drags." Remembering how awkward yet forward she was with Chibs in the beginning made her cheeks turned a darker shade of crimson. "Then I brought my car to T-M, just hoping to see him again." Dorothy covered her face with her free hand. "You must think I'm so desperate."

"Chibs is one of the good ones. You're a girl that knows what she wants. I respect that." Gemma set the pack of cigarettes down and instead raised up a flower pot with a hollow space beneath, pulling out a small baggie while saying. "Funny thing is, the way Chibs tells it, he thought he didn't have a chance with you." Before Dorothy could respond Gemma extracted the item from the baggie. "How about this type of smoke?" She proffered a tightly rolled joint.

Dorothy's eyes lit up when she saw the joint. "I haven't smoked weed since I was in high school!" She laughed her first genuine laugh in days. "Pete stole some cheap stuff from his older brother's sock drawer and we toked up behind the Taco Hut where he worked."

"So you and Pete have been close a long time?" Gemma inquired in a muffled tone as she held the joint between her lips, carefully lighting it.

**SOA**SOA**SOA**

V-Lin stood like a sentinel near the front door of Pete's modest two bedroom apartment nestled in the corner on the third floor of a nice complex. Clearly, Pete paid for the amenities of the complex more than the square footage the tiny dwelling offered.

The prospect's focused attention was pulled from the door when Pete asked. "So they called you Prospect? What does that mean?" Ever the junk food addict, Pete munched on a bag of potato chips and settled on the couch, slapping the seat next to him encouraging V-Lin to join him.

After a long hesitation, V-Lin positioned himself on the couch, his back ramrod straight, afraid to relax in his guarding duties. "It means I have to prove myself before I become a full member of the club, get my top rocker. Do what I'm told without question, without complaint."

"Top rocker?" Pete asked quizzically.

V-Lin turned to show the back of his kutte. "The full members get the patch up top that says 'Sons of Anarchy' and I can get rid of this Prospect patch down here."

Pete rubbed his hand across the smooth leather where the Top Rocker would one day be. "Then what?"

V-Lin didn't shy away from Pete's touch. "Then I don't get all the shit work, earn some respect. Maybe I'll get to dole it out to the next generation of prospects." Finally relaxing a bit, the Prospect sank into the couch and took a handful of potato chips for himself.

"How did you get acquainted with this crew of rapscallions?" Pete asked while licking the salt from his fingers.

"With what?" V-Lin seemed confused as he focused on Pete's hands.

Pete rephrased his question. "How did you get meet these mischievous band of mechanics?"

V-Lin nodded in understanding, rubbing the potato chip grease on the knees of his already grease stained jeans.

"A few months ago, I got out of prison. When I was the inside I met this old dude everyone called Lenny 'The Pimp'. Turns out he was first nine of SAMCRO. A founding member." V-Lin clarified. "My work assignment was working in the medical unit. Cleaning bedpans and shit." He shoved another handful of chips in his mouth. "So this Lenny guy asks me some favors. Passing notes in Gen Pop, get him some extra jello, find him some of the good pillows." Smoothing a hand over the peach fuzz of his crew cut he shrugged his shoulders. "I knew he was supposed to be some old school badass with connections, I figured being on his good side would get me through my time locked up in one piece. I'm Asian, but raised by white parents. I had trouble finding the right gang or group to identify with in prison." V-Lin took the opportunity to get up and peer out the front window again, being sure to keep watch. "Luckily for me, he took care of me inside, and took care of me when I got released. Lenny put in a good word with Clay who agreed to take me on as a prospect."

Pete took in the visage of the Asian man in front of him peering out the window, a hand firmly placed on the firearm tucked in his belt. The prospect was tough, tattooed, and loyal. The slight black man wondered if he would regret the question he was about to ask. "Does SAMCRO know you're gay?"

Author's Note: Yes, it's a very short, what seems like a filler chapter. I'm sorry, I really am. But I have an outline for the next few chapters and I figure if I do a little at a time it'll seem less daunting. Also, I realize that V-Lin was a VERY brief character in SOA, but I figured I'd dig deep into SOA and highlight some underutilized characters from the show. That being said, please feel free to leave feedback, if you want more substance I'll try and comply. TRY is the key word here. Alright, coming up I hope to have some drama and smut intermixed.