Authors Notes/Please Read: I've been sitting on this for a bit, started writing randomly one night when I had the flu, and it's since blossomed into a bunch of ideas that I'm now trying to work into a coherent story! I haven't written in years so I'm a bit rusty!

I set the story around the break between season one and two - simply because I love how happy and "together" everyone was back then. Seems everyone hates each other now and are running out of road. So, I guess because of that it could be considered a little AU in terms of the timeline - It's pre Zobelle drama but Bobby is out of jail and Opie is still on walkabout, but will otherwise it'll stick with the SOA story and will fall in line with show eventually.

Obviously, it's a Tig story and isn't for kids, so if you're underage - get gone! As I write, I also use music to inspire me, so for those of you who want the full experience, I'll add links in my profile to the songs that I used to create each chapter - a soundtrack of sorts.

I wanted to do something a bit different with my OC, and her character was inspired by the strong women who have graced this world and shown men how tough and smart women can be. The likes of: Joan of Arc, Mary Wollstonecraft, Emmeline Pankhurst, Margret Thatcher, Maria Santos Gorrostietta, Angela Davis, Karen Brady, Gina Carano and my good friend Kris, who spent most of her life running with wolves and is a constant source of inspiration and support.

Also, the sheer genus that is Kurt Sutter for all things SOA and this quote: "I believe that eventually the need for grace, compassion and intelligence (women) will overtake the current system of aggression, arrogance and ego (men). Women will run everything. As God intended." Although the OC in this story is aggressive, I hope to give her (like Sutter gave Tig) some degree of compassion and sensitivity in times that cause for rough justice.

Obviously, I don't own anything SOA related or any of the songs used, but original characters and ideas/concepts are mine. There will be naughty words, bloody violence and smutty scenes, so be warned.

And before anyone says anything - It's rare, but there actually are a few patched women in one percenter MC's. A female president of a male club is extremely unlikely but I think if women have proven one thing since the dawn of time, it's that they can do anything they put their mind too. So please give the concept/story a chance.

If you read, please let me know what you think and if you want to see more - and I'll get on it!

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Wicked Games || Introduction || What The Wind Blew In

It was another average day at Teller-Morrow automotive. Hazy afternoon sunshine poured down on the yard, which was filling up with cars waiting to be fixed or picked up by their respective owners. Tig, Bobby, and Chibs were busy working on two cars and a bike, under orders of Piney who was up to his eyes in paperwork and keys inside the office. The job list was loaded with soccer mom cars and touring bikes needing to be looked over and tuned up for family summer vacations and college road trips. Energetic rock music from the radio and drinking on the job helped take the edge off the work load but there was always room for distraction - especially for Tig.

His ears had pricked up, at the distant yet familiar, sound of a thunder-header that seemed to be drawing in on the lot. He knew Jax and Clay were in the clubhouse. Juice and Half-Sack were out on a job in the tow truck and wouldn't be back for at least another hour. Happy was on the lot, checking over his bike having just rode in from seeing his mom out in Oakland. With Opie still on walkabout dealing with Donna's death, most everyone was accounted. Friends of the club and hang-arounds had day jobs and usually only came by after dark - or when shit was about to hit the fan.

Curious, Tig wiped his hands on a rag and wandered over to the garage doors, leaning his shoulder against the wall as he watched the compounds gate, waiting on guard to see who was rolling in. The rumble drew closer and closer until a bike appeared. Floating into the lot came a V-Rod - if he wasn't mistaken at such a distance. Blacked out, with specifically placed chrome pieces that sparkled in the sun like diamonds. It was a nice bike, but it was the rider that really drew his eye. Wearing slim fitting dark blue jeans with wallet chain attached. Legs tucked into black, chin high biker boots, an oversized khaki fatigue jacket on top. He watched through narrowed eyes as the rider backed up the bike into the spot nearest to the clubhouse. Killing the engine before reaching up to remove their helmet - suddenly freeing collarbone length dark hair. Tig's eyes widened uncertain of what he was seeing for a moment before the breeze blew back the sides of the jacket, to reveal a glimpse of a slim torso and a pair of pert breasts concealed in a black tank top. The sight left no doubt.

He felt the presence of Chibs and Bobby draw close to stand beside him, his curiosity drawing their interest also. "That a woman..." Tig said, more statement than question. His mind incoherent as he watched the rider dismount the bike, tucking her gloves into the back pocket of her jeans.

Chibs rolled his eyes. "No? I thought it was it's some poor bastard with moobs!" He said, deadpan for a beat. "...'Course it's a woman, ya muppet!" He rolled his eyes, already able to sense where his brothers mind was going. They stood together watching as the unidentifiable woman made her way into the clubhouse. Beyond curious and borderline desperate, Tig moved straight out to where she'd parked up as soon as the door fell closed behind her.

For a moment Bobby and Chibs just watched him, mindful of what he was planning to do, but with a glance at one another, they knew the best thing was to stay close. Moving quickly, they caught up to Tig, standing besides the bike as he eyed it curiously. He was right, it was a Harley V-Rod, with a unique paint job - a deep black that shone red in the sunshine. The usual chrome parts were blacked out, which made the silvery accessories pop. There were a multitude of spikes, studs, skulls, and stars all fitted to whatever part could be customized. The sight of the embellishments made Bobby raise his eyebrows as he moved to check out the tail light which was covered by a shell, a chrome skull from which the red of the break light would shine from its eyes and mouth.

"Looks like you might be related to this broad!" He teased Tig, knowing well enough the accessories he had chosen for his own bike. Tig growled low, he didn't like it. No good had ever come of a woman who rode her own bike, and he'd never seen a bike so high-end and customized for an amateur. He knew at the sight of it that it could only mean bad things.

"Shyte!" Chibs exclaimed. "I think I know who this is!" Pointing at the MC insignia on the far side of the fuel tank. A stylized horned skeleton in a red robe, a halo of light beams which formed into the silhouettes of skulls behind its head. A combat shotgun in one hand and a huge blade in the other, putting one weapon over the other, forming a cross. Bobby nodded knowingly, things becoming clear for him too. Despite recognizing the art work himself - Tig was still clueless about who the woman was.

"Who?" Tig demanded.

"You remember Henry the Wall?" Chibs asked.

Tig nodded, easily recalling a man who was named so for his imposing height and frame. "Devil's Saints!" He confirmed. "He was in with us on that Utah thing a few years back, right?"

"That's right!" Chibs confirmed, ready to continue but Tig cut in.

"He's been dead, what? A year? Two?" Tig frowned, wondering what Chibs was getting at.

"Yeah! But his daughter is still alive and I hear The Saints are doing pretty well." Chibs told.

He took a moment to process that. He'd worked with Henry a few times over the years but he was unable to recall ever seeing a girl with him or the Saints. "Why would his daughter be coming round here?" Tig frowned, feeling like he was completely out of the loop.

"Dunno." Bobby put in, making sure not to vocalize his growing concern. "I spoke to Eddie Franklyn a month or so back..." The men knew the name, a lone wolf biker who worked with numerous crews but was loyal to none. "He said she's been running that club like clockwork and has an iron fist. Can't imagine why she'd be here, not without her boys at least."

"What a minute!" Tig growled. "You're telling me that piece of pussy is playing dress up as the Saints' pres?"

Bobby nodded. "She's earned her stripes Tiggy!"

Tig grunted bluntly before mumbling. "I thought Happy was fuckin' with me!" Recalling the story the nomad had once told him about a female biker who was headed for a presidents patch. He was starting to wish he'd paid more attention to the story, rather than dismissing it the way he had. "...Like a biker myth or some shit!"

"A myth that'd cut your balls off and send them to your momma with a fruit basket if she heard you say that!" Bobby said matter-of-factly. Tig swallowed hard, he didn't know if the potential power of this woman turned him on, or scared the shit out of him.

Like the others, Chibs' interest was already piqued. It looked as if the afternoon would be more exciting that he first imagined. "Let's get in there and see what's going on."

The three men quickly headed into the clubhouse, just in time to see what was happening near the bar, as mysterious woman was bought into a welcoming hugs with Jax and then Clay. Their greeting just loud enough for Tig and company to overhear.

"It's good to see you safe. I miss your old man, he was a good friend." Clay said warmly.

She nodded gratefully. "He told me if I ever needed help, I should come to SAMCRO."

Clay patted her shoulder softly. "He was right. You just tell me what you need."

"Think we should sit down."

He nodded guiding her over to a table as he looked towards the door, where the three nosy faces were peering in over. "What you three gawping at? Get back to work!" He ordered.

The young woman looked over at the three faces, two of whom she recognized well enough, one who seemed familiar but she couldn't place. Her blue eyes locked with his for a moment, and for Tig - time slowed down to a stop.

She was beautiful. Couldn't have been older than her mid twenties. Striking, with glacial blue eyes, ringed by smoky eyeliner and mascara. Deep, almost chestnut colored brown hair that fell to her collarbone in choppy layers. Smooth, soft skin with the slightest hint of Mediterranean coloring - from her mother's side. Full pink lips, which sent Tig's mind straight to impure thoughts as he let his eyes run down her body, taking her all in. Tall and slim but she looked like she could throw a good punch, and probably take one too. The swell of her chest and glimpse of cleavage peeking out from the scoop neck of her tank top indicated a nice rack. Short, squared off nails painted black, various silver rings on most of her fingers and both thumbs. He couldn't see much skin, but it looked like she had some kind of swirly design tattoo, half spilling onto the back of her hand while the rest ran up under her sleeve. His eyes were taken by the patches on her jacket, real military insignia - her fathers he assumed. The strip above her heart confirmed that Chibs was right - faded black letters spelled out the name JERICHO. This was The Wall's daughter, not that she looked like her father in any sense. Tig barely had his eyes on her for less than a minute but already he had visions of what it would be like to pull her out of the jacket, strip those tight jeans off her hips and fuck her brains out. Dark, torrid thoughts began to drag him under as his eyes roamed back up to meet with hers. The fire he saw instantly clothes-lined his runaway mind and made his manhood shrivel. It felt as if she could see right inside his head and there was no mistaking the fact that she did not like what she saw there.

"There a problem?" Jax asked. The VP's voice tore Tig's eyes off her and he shook his head.

"Narh man, I'm going!" He defended, giving her one last look over, seeing the flames were still alive in her blue eyes.

Reluctantly he retreated out of the clubhouse and made his way back to the garage. He cast a glance to her bike again as he passed, and felt his eyes narrow. Not knowing who this woman was, or what was going onto inside the clubhouse was quick to start driving him crazy. He stomped back to work, lighting up a cigarette to settle the tense thoughts and feelings going through him. His senses told him she was bringing trouble, but she looked like something he needed to get tangled up in - and fast!

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An hour or so passed and Tig was visibly uneasy and restless. He barely engaged in banter with Happy, who had come in to the garage to decompress from his long ride into Charming. Tig wanted nothing to distract him, he couldn't stand to miss something. He kept one eye on the clubhouse door and one on the car he was barely working on. He wouldn't be able to concentrate until she left, and then it would probably still be difficult for the rest of the day. He didn't know who this chick was, but she had his mind in overdrive.

Even when Juice and Half-Sack showed up from a repo, Tig didn't drop his watch on the happenings at the clubhouse. It was his job to deal with danger and he was already starting to feel that she was exactly that.

"What's up with him?" Asked Juice, curious as to what had Tig so strung out.

"He's seen something he wants!" Bobby answered quietly.

"Female pres man..." Tig mumbled disbelief, the first word he'd spoken in almost an hour. "How wrong is that shit?"

Juice was surprised and thought for a second, then shrugged. "I dunno, I guess we all gotta move with the times."

"You talking about Leni Jericho?" Happy asked, his friends silence becoming clear.

Chibs nodded. "She's in the clubhouse talking to Jax and Clay..."

"I worked with her a few times with Tacoma. She's a good girl. Tough. Smart. And mean as a snake!" Happy informed, giving her a seal of approval but it did nothing to impress Tig.

He saw that as more of a personal challenge than reason to step off. "It's wrong man, I'm telling you!" He grumbled on.

"He's just pissed because she's offends his masculinity!" Chibs teased.

"Bullshit!" Tig snapped. "You can't go letting women in. It's just not done! Before you know it we'll be smuggling lipsticks and tampons. And taking Victoria Secret gift cards as payment."

The boys laughed. Part of each of them agreeing on some level, but they were all open enough to considering the possibility that a woman could hold her own in the dangerous league of biker gangs. Some women had proven they could be both physically and mentally strong enough to live a life of crime, but very few were able to handle all the ugly evil that came along with it.

The stir the woman caused was quickly over of most of the men, yet Tig remained on century duty, taking to standing by the garage door - lost in his thoughts while everyone else pulled their weight on the workload. Juice and Half-Sack took to the office to file the repo documents they had, while Happy assisted Chibs on a bike rebuild. The mechanics didn't give the clubhouse goings on another thought, trusting that if it concerned them they'd be informed in due course. Tig however, just couldn't get past it and his impatience grew more unbearable with each second that passed.

"You gonna do some Goddamn work today, or you just gonna stand there like a spare part?" Piney barked from the office door, annoyed that Tig wasn't doing his bit.

The sergeant-at-arms groaned but had enough problems without adding butting heads with his workmates to the list. So, he pulled himself away from the door and dejectedly picked up a wrench. Trying his best to stop himself visualizing her eyes, her chest, her legs, her hips. So many questions about the power she had, what skills she'd developed, what things she'd done for her club, how had she taken the top seat. She was already worming so deep into his head and he hated it! - Goddamn it, who was this bitch!

As if someone was addressing his unspoken desperation, he had barely put metal to metal when Jax was at the garage doorway commanding attention.

"Down tools for a few guys. We got some shit to discuss." He told and made a start straight back to the clubhouse. Relieved that his answers were finally coming, Tig tossed his spanner onto the work bench with a clang and took off after him, quick as a flash.

Bobby let out a heavy breath, a feeling of foreboding falling on him as he glanced around the men who were left to pack up. "This should be interesting..."

A/N: If you made it this far, and would like to see more. Please let me know!