A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new story idea! The story is set after last week's episode, The Mad King when the club house explodes. Except for a few changes: Jax has never been married to Tara but does have Abel. I've never written a story related to Sons of Anarchy so if you have any suggestions, please let me know! Please let me know if I should continue or trash the story. Please read & review!

It was a busy night in the SAMCRO clubhouse and as Jax Teller happened to look up at the clock, a rush of nervousness flooded over him. It was 7:45 and it would be several minutes before the Irish would be calling in regards to the gun trafficking.

"What do you think is going to happen when Galen calls?" Tig asks.

Jax shook his head. "I'm not sure, but all I know is we are stopping with the guns. I'm tired of the gun bull shit."

Within moments she appeared, and Jax couldn't help but smile. "Hey baby," he said, leaning against the bar.

Melissa "Missy" Hart returned his smile as she slipped into his waiting arm. The brunette had known the current SAMCRO President for just over a year, meeting through her cousin, Juan "Juice" Ortiz. The petite woman had perfect tan skin, dark brown hair with matching dark eyes. In fact, it was only recently got a tattoo of Jax's crow on her back.

"Abel is finally lying down," she said.

Nodding, he quickly stole a kiss. "That was very nice of you to read him a story. Abel's really taking a liking to you."

"That's good because I like him too," Missy winked. "Abel is such a good kid, and technically it was two stories," she said as Jax smirked. Missy's smile slowly faded. "Have you gotten your phone call yet?"

He shook his head. "No, in about five minutes or so."

"Jax, this thing with the Irish scares me."

"I know it does," he replied, stroking her cheek. "I am going to make sure it gets worked out. I promise."

"Hey Jacky, the sheriff is here," Chibs stated in his thick accent as he looked at the security camera.

Turning around, Jax saw the scene going on outside that Chibs had mentioned. A few of the cops were talking to his mom, Gemma & her new boyfriend Nero.

"I wonder what they want," Happy growled.

Unser tossed aside his crossword and the pen he was using. "I'll go and see what they want."

Jax nodded as he watched Missy walk away. "Thanks," he said as turned toward Juice. "What time is it man?"

He looked toward the Harley Davidson clock on the wall. "Two minutes till 8."

"Alright, everyone to the table. Let's take this phone call," Jax ordered as he finished the last of his cigarette. It was then he noticed the pen by the crossword book. "Hey Chucky," he called.

The shorter man appeared seconds later. "Hey," he said.

"Do you know where this pen came from?"

"It's a shamrock pen. The delivery guy left it when he made his delivery."

Jax frowned. "What delivery?"

"Beer, he delivered it a few hours ago," Chucky explained. "Gemma must have ordered it."

Both Jax and Chibs gave each other questioning looks. It took no time for both men to realize what was about to happen. "8:00…" Chibs said.

"Full table for the vote," Jax added before turning to everyone. "Everyone out," he screamed.

"Get out," Chibs exclaimed.

It was pure chaos as everyone scrambled out. Both Jax and Chibs stayed behind, making sure it was empty. Then, Jax stopped Juice. "Where's Missy?"

"I think she headed back toward your dorm room."

Jax only nodded. "Get out now," he ordered, running back toward the rooms.

He burst through the door, relived to see the woman he loved with his son in her arms. "Come on Miss, we have to go now," he screamed, taking Abel in his arms.

"What's going on?" Missy asked as she was pushed out the door.

"Just get outside, I'll answer questions later."

"JACKY!" Chibs screamed.

As soon as the two other adults were in view, Chibs also headed toward the door. Just as she was about to the door, Missy tripped over something and landed hard on her arm. "AH!" she screamed.

It took her a moment, but finally got enough energy to get back up. Back outside, both Chibs and Jax made it safely outside. When he realized someone was missing, a look of fear/ dread spread across Jax's face. "Take Abel," he said to Chibs, handing him the toddler. "I need to find Missy."

As soon as he turned around, he breathed a sigh of relief when he watched his girlfriend run out of the building, holding her arm. Not even a second later, the clubhouse exploded.

Missy could feel the heat on her back, causing her to cry out once more. With the impact of the explosion, it picked her up- throwing her a few feet across the parking lot and landing on the nearby fleet of motorcycles. Slamming her head against the handle bars, Missy then rolled off the bikes she landed on, finally landing on the cold concrete.

"MISSY!" Jax screamed, immediately running toward his girlfriend. He carefully turned her over, and was scared by all blood on her face and head. "Missy….Missy, baby talk to me," he whispered, stroking her face.

Jax could hear the faint sounds of fire trucks and ambulances, and as he tried to gain the attention of his unconscious girlfriend, one thing crossed his mind. The Irish were going to pay!