"Babe you want anything?"

Abel looked away from his best friend and turned to look at his girlfriend who was holding her empty plate and holding out her hand for his own, with a smile he handed her his plate, and shook his head.

"Hey beautiful, I'll take a beer."

"Get it yourself asshole," He said kicking Nick's chair with his foot before Cassidy could say anything, because he knew her, she wouldn't say in anything, in fact she would actually go and get him a beer.

"Bro, not all of us can get a girl like Cassidy Somers, let me live vicariously through you."

"No," He said despite the fact that he was laughing.

"Cassidy, you beautiful, beautiful, girl," Nick grinned as he took the beer Cassidy had brought for him.

"You better not be drinking that," Abel said catching sight of the other beer left in her hand.

He hated how irrational he sounded, he wasn't Cassie's father, and he couldn't tell her what she could or could not do, but that didn't mean he could always bite his tongue. His girlfriend was the sweetest, purest, most untainted person he had ever met in his life, and the idea of anything changing that, drove him insane.

"I'm not," She smiled reassuringly, "I didn't know if you wanted a drink, so I just got one anyway."

"No I don't," He said taking the beer out of her hand and placing it on the table, "In fact, all I really want to do is take you home."

"Bro, this is your victory party, you have to stay," Nick cried getting up at the same time as he did.

Abel smirked as he pulled Cassidy into him, "I think I'm going to have my own victory party with this one."

Cassidy's eyes widened, a blush filling her rosy cheek, and she quickly buried her head into his chest. He would make up for that comment later, his best friend had been hitting on his girl all night, and while he was used to that, some days he made a point to put him back in his place, and stake his claim.

Jesus Christ, Cassidy Somers was turning him into a damn caveman.

"Come on pretty girl."

"We don't have to go," Cassidy said quietly as he pulled her out the door accepting the many congratulations on the way, "Abel your soccer team, the one you're the captain of, just won the entire state championship, there were scouts there. This is your party, this what you did, don't leave because of me."

"You stupid girl," Abel laughed picking her up by her waist causing her to wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her out Nick's house, "Why would you think there is anywhere I would want to be but with you?"

"I don't," She laughed back throwing her head back as he spun her around, "But just, don't sacrifice things for me-"

Abel pressed his lips against hers cutting of her bullshit, as he held gently placed her feet on the ground, pulling her body even closer to him, till there was absolutely no distance between their bodies.

"You're so freaking stupid."

"You have got to stop calling me that," Cassidy laughed despite the fact that she didn't actually care, considering that he had called her that for as long as they had known each other.

"It's my favorite insult," He smiled down at her, his eyes focusing on the neckline of her dress, god he loved when she wore dresses like that, they were just sexy enough to be beautiful, and cute enough to be Cassidy.

"Abel," She laughed as his lips moved down to kiss down her chest, "We are in the middle of Nick's driveway, and porno isn't my thing."

"You," He whispered moving up her neck, "Don't know that there is such a thing as porn. You're too innocent."

"What about sex? Do I know about that?"

"No," Abel smirked picking her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he placed her on the hood of the car, "But that, is something I wouldn't mind teaching you about."

"Can you at least teach me in the car?" She laughed as his kisses on her neck turned less heated and more playful.

"How about I teach you in my house? Much more classy."

"While your mom sleeps across the hall?"

"I said more classy babe, not actually classy."

"So let me get this straight, I'm allowed to have sex with you while your mom's across the hall," Cassidy raised her eyebrows playfully as she got into the car, "But I'm not allowed to say the word shit?"

"No," He said slamming his door shut once he got in, "You aren't allowed to say the word shit, but I might make an exception for the word 'fuck' just for tonight."

Cassidy stared at him for a second her mouth opened slightly before throwing her head back and laughing that laugh that made him want to kiss her so hard that he would forget that there was anything else in the world.

Probably because it felt like there was no one else in the world, when she laughed like that because of him.

"And if my legs decide not to open tonight?"

Abel leaned over and kissed her sweetly, "Then I'll claim my prize in the morning."

"It's always yours," She whispered before kissing him again.

"Speaking of my mother," Abel groaned pulling away from her as the phone vibrated in the cup holder, "Can you pick that up?"

"What?" Cassidy asked as he backed out of Nick's driveway, "Are you that scared of your mother?"

"The woman cooks my meals, do you want me to starve Cassie?"

"Point taken," Cassidy laughed picking up the phone and hitting the speaker button, "Hey Mrs. Petrie, we're on our way back right now."

"Cassidy, sweetheart?" His mother's voice came off shaky over the line and instantly made him worried, "Is Abel there?"

"Yes Mom, I'm right here." He said hoping he could reassure her from whatever was bothering her.

"Abel, there's a man here, and he wants to talk to you."

"What man?" He asked stepping on the gas harder, and cutting somebody off, only taking his eyes off the road for one brief second, before he took the phone from her hand.

"Hello Abel," A smooth Irish accent slid down the line as Cassidy turned to look at him with wide eyes, her hand clutching the arm rest. He handed his phone back to her before placing his now free hand on her thigh hoping to comfort her as much as himself.

Her hand just small enough to be completely covered in his own, but just big enough to fit perfectly into his.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Father Kellan Ashby, now your Ma here has been quite accommodating, and I'm going to need you to do the same."

"Or what?" He said in a controlled tone despite the fact that the anger was practically bleeding from his voice.

"Well there's no need to makes things violent, son, but how about you just do as you're told, and I'll make sure no harm comes to your Ma."

Abel scanned the area making sure he wouldn't hit anybody, and then he stretched his arm all the way across Cassidy's body, and completely floored it. When he was sure that she wasn't going to fly out of his windshield, he let go of her, and grabbed onto the steering wheel barely keeping control of the car.

"Take the next left."

Abel didn't even bother to question how the man knew where he was, he didn't have time to think about that, he didn't have time for anything, he took the next left, the car barely moving as he directed it to.

"Now take the next right."

This time Abel ignored the man's order, and instead stretched his arm out around Cassidy again before slamming the brakes on his car.

"Get out," He ordered to Cassidy pulling onto the side of the empty highway, "Get out, go home, don't call anyone, and don't talk to anybody. You go straight home, do you understand me?"

Cassidy stared at him for a brief moment her eyes wide and filled with the same panic that he was sure mirrored his own before she nodded, and reached for the door handle.

"Not so fast their love," The Irish accent filled the air, "I'm going to need you to join in on the festivities."

"She has nothing to do with this," Abel said harshly, "In fact, what the hell does my family have to do with anything?"

"Cassidy, it is Cassidy right? You need to sit back down, and put your seatbelt on. Abel, you need to take the next right," He said, "And that way your mother can sit right here, not a hair on her head hurt."

Abel slammed his hands on the steering wheel. What the fuck was happening?

He couldn't understand anything, at all. Why was this happening to him? What did this man want? With him? With his mom? With his girlfriend?

"Baby, you need to drive."

He turned to look at Cassidy who was buckled up, her body pressed into the seat, her hand clutching the door handle tightly, a determined look taking over her normally soft and gentle features, she wasn't getting out of this car even if he had the guts to try and make her do so.

He nodded his head slowly, for once taking a page out of his girlfriend's book instead of it being the other way around, fake it till you make it.

She smiled at him, for the first time that smile not reaching her eyes, and she held out her hand. He nodded again and took it, this time starting the car and moving it at a less murderess speed.

He clutched her hand tightly as he took the next right and pulled onto a stray dirt road that he wasn't sure even constituted as a road. He wasn't sure if he just had enough surprise or if there was some part of him that was expecting the sight of his mother standing there in front of her own car, a man pointing a gun to her head, and another man – this one older.

Okay, so maybe he hadn't quite been expecting the preacher, the whole 'Father' thing had kind of been swept over his head.

"Stay behind me," He said quietly as he got out of the car causing Cassidy to do the same, and pulling her gently behind him, and letting go of her hand, when her fingers grasped the back of his shirt, her head gently rested on the back of his shoulder.

Neither of them knew what was about to happen, but he had a pretty good idea that neither of them actually wanted to see it play out. He was more than happy to give her something to hide behind, especially considering, he was probably the reason she was in this mess.

"Hello Abel," Father Kellan smiled – which was surprisingly or unsurprisingly creepy, "Look at you son, you've grown up so much."

He ignored the man and looked at his mom who had a piece of duct tape stretched across her mouth, and bounded across her wrists, but otherwise she looked fine, "Are you alright?"

His mom nodded, her eyes wild as if she was trying to convey some sort of message to him that he had absolutely no hope of understanding whatsoever.

"Cassidy, sweetheart, come here."

"What do you want?" Abel said through gritted teeth as he grabbed Cassie's wrist as she moved to comply.

"Shoot his mother in the foot."

"No!" Cassidy screamed as they both lunged forward, "No! I'm coming see, I'm coming!"

She walked her forward her hands held up in surrender as she stared at him with wide eyes, "Abel's going to listen, right babe?"

He nodded slowly as Cassidy moved forward stopping right in front of his mother, her hands pulling his shaking mom into her arms, one hand wrapped around her shoulders, the other gently holding her head, shielding his mom away from whatever happened next.

The woman looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

"Tell me Abel," Father Kellan said, "Did you know you were adopted?"

Judging by the way his mother thrashed in Cassie's arms, this was what she was so worried about him finding out. If he had known that that had given his mom so many nightmares, he would've just told her that he knew.

It wasn't that big of a secret, despite the fact that his mom had blonde hair like him, he didn't look like anyone on either side of his family, not to mention that he had found his original birth certificate, or what was left of it anyway, everything but his first and middle name, and birth date and time was etched out.

It felt like Abel had known he was adopted for as long as he knew what the word meant. It had never bothered him, surprisingly it wasn't something that he didn't spent too much time thinking about, he was happy with his life, what more was there to it?

Obviously a whole hell of a lot more if that was what was coming to bite him in the ass.

"Yes."

"And do you know who you real parents are?"

"No."

"Jax Teller and Tara Knowles-Teller."

Abel blinked, "Is that supposed to mean something to me?"

It wasn't a spiteful question, it was truly a question, those names were just names to him, they didn't mean anything, nor did they hold any substance, he didn't think about anything when they heard those names, he barely even registered that they were living breathing people.

"No I suppose it shouldn't, but I promise you, your name means something to them."

Again, Abel wondered if that was supposed to mean something to him. They had given him up, for whatever their reasons, why should he care about the things they cared about, as far as he was concerned he was only having this conversation about his birth parents, to help his real parents.

For a brief moment, Abel thanked anyone who was listening for the fact that his dad was currently in Texas for business.

"Let the mother go," Father Ashby said without breaking eye contact with Abel.

He didn't look at his mother, as she quickly ran down the road her hands still bound, and her mouth still taped, he had no doubt in his mind that his mom was going for help. And by that same notion, he had no doubt that, Father Ashby knew that fact.

That meant whatever was happening, was going to happen now.

"Here."

Abel caught the crappy prepaid phone that the man threw at him purely out of instinct more than anything, and then raised his eyebrows as if to ask what the hell to do with it.

"Your folks live in a town called Charming, California. Very small, very off the grid. When you get there, you go to Teller-Morrow Automotive. You give this phone to your Da, and you tell him to call."

"And if I don't?"

"I don't think you understand me just yet son," Father Ashby took a step forward as the man with the gun placed the weapon firmly against Cassidy's temple, "This girl's life, is now in my hands. Every mistake you make, she faces the consequences."

"Let her go," Abel said loudly not daring to move, "She doesn't have to do with any of this, let her go, and I'll do whatever you ask."

"I need assurances of that, Abel," He said almost sadly, "Your old lady will give me the assurance that I need to let me know that when it comes to make the hard decisions, you will lean in my favor."

"Cassie," He said slowly, he didn't know what to do anymore, he was caught between a rock in a hard place, but by the way she was looking at him, he knew that she understood the situation very clearly.

There was no possible way either of them were getting out of this alive, not if they deviated from whatever script this man had playing out in his head even a little bit.

"I know," She nodded quietly, "I know."

"Get in your car Abel, and don't get back out till you're in Charming."

For the purpose of this story Tara and Kellan Ashby aren't dead.

Kellan becasue if Abel had stayed with his adopted parents, than he never would have died, setting the plot for this story.

And as for Tara? Well I'm in severe denial, and Tara is Tara, and she just does not die.