Plot Line: Galen smiled and before their eyes a dead man stepped out of the shadows.
Inspiration: After Jax mentioned Jimmy O'Phelan to Galen during their conversation during Wolfsangel it reminded me how much I miss my favorite SOA villain and I started wondering what would happen if Chibs had failed to kill him during NS and he came back.
Spoilers: The fanfiction is going to follow this season with some added plot lines of course.
Rating: T for well what the series usually has.
View Point: Third person
Disclaimer: Sons of Anarchy is not mine.
Despite the stab wounds having avoided all of his internal organs it had been a long road to recovery. Of course there had also been the time he'd had to spend convincing the Irish kings that he was now a changed man. It was all a lie, he was still the same man he'd been before Filip Telford had attempted to murder him but he knew he had to do anything he could to get them to allow him to work with the gun trade with SAMCRO again. Of course he was under Galen now which was less than desirable and to stay a ghost he had to stay away from his wife and stepdaughter, but it would all be worth it by the end of today.
He had been waiting for this day for months...the day when he'd finally get to see the look of shock and horror on Filip's face as he seemingly emerged from the grave. From inside of the barn he watched as the motorcycles approached. There were three of them, Jax Teller who seemed confident as ever as king, Filip who had been named Vice president and Happy Lowman who Jimmy was sure would have been an honorable soldier if he'd been on the other side. However, he was sure that all three men would soon get the biggest shock of their lives and would suddenly no longer be interested in abandoning gun running.
Now however, he had to wait and listen.
He watched as the three bikers and Galen along with two of his other men met in the center of the yard.
"Where's your truck?" Galen asked the blonde biker with an air of distaste that Jimmy could even hear from his hiding spot.
"There ain't one coming" Jax responded seemingly with an air of cockiness that had only gotten stronger since the last time they'd met. He could already tell that this arrogance would lead to serious problems for the young biker and although he knew that he would cause some of the problems, he wasn't the least bit apologetic.
After a pause Jax added "We can't take anymore KG 9s Galen, I already told you that. We got too much heat."
The next man to speak was Galen's right hand, a fool of a man who always seemed to think he was telling some great joke "you don't have to take them, just pay for them."
He could hear Filip say something to Jax, but due to the man's thick Scottish brogue he couldn't actually understand the words, however in response to them Galen glanced in his direction and the two men briefly made eye contact. The time wasn't right for the bikers to see him though, so he sunk further into the shadows as the other man turned back to Jax.
Jax seemed to take on his good boy tone "look, we get pinched with the guns we're dead, and then you got nothing."
Galen turned again, this time not quite making eye contact before responding "Have your So Cal charter take the KG 9s. We can fold them into our next shipment."
There was a pregnant silence before Jax spoke again "San Bernadino voted down the guns."
"That's unfortunate, the kings are all set on the idea of doubling our business here. Looks like that burden falls on you now. You're not getting out of guns son. Cause needs you. Greater good." eventhough he couldn't see Galen's face as he spoke, Jimmy could immediately tell that the comment was meant as a promise that harm would come to the club if the biker tried to back out.
However, the promise seemed to have no meaning to Jax who just snorted and shook his head. "You know why my old man wanted out?"
"Don't know. Don't care. Lifetime ago." Galen was beginning to respond with an arrogance that matched Jax's.
"Yeah it was, but nothing's changed. JT realized there's nothing more dangerous than a gangster who thinks he's got God in his pocket." the insult to the IRA cause was obvious, but when Galen only laughed in response Jimmy reigned in his urge to make his presence known and continued to listen from the shadows. "The cause may have been the greater good at one point, but for guys like you, Jimmy O. It's just killing people with Catholic bullets to lighten your own pockets."
He would never admit to being nervous in that moment, but the second Jax mentioned his name Jimmy briefly wondered if somehow the biker knew he was hiding and watching. However, almost as soon as the thought entered his mind it was gone, almost nobody knew that there really had been associates of his waiting. Of course he would have preferred if they'd arrived before he had his near death experience, but as he'd laid on the side of the road unconscious, presumed dead his men had came in and retrieved him, leaving the old cop knocked out. Charming PD had wanted nothing more than to sweep the IRA incident under the rug so that had worked well to his advantage. There was absolutely no way Jax knew he was alive.
Galen chuckled at Jax's comment "It's kind of funny that you'd mention Jimmy O'Phelan right now. You know, we had a talk recently."
Much as he expected, Filip, ever the hothead lunged at Galen "What do you mean you've talked to Jimmy?"
The offer to at least partially reveal himself right then was too tempting to resist and briefly he stepped out of the shadows right as Filip glanced in his direction, making eye contact with the other man almost as a taunt. Although he stepped back into the shadows after mere seconds, the Scotsman was already lunging towards where he'd been standing.
"Chibs, what the fuck are you doing?" Jax spat lunging towards the older man.
"He's there. He's in the barn!" Chibs stopped moving now panting as Jimmy took the opportunity to escape through a backdoor.
"Who?" Jax asked grabbing the older man's arm.
Chibs whirled around so fast that Jax stumbled backwards and fell to the ground "Jimmy!"
"Chibs, Jimmy's dead...you killed him." Jax managed to regain his footing as he spoke.
In the background, Galen let out a chuckle and Jax turned to glare at him "What's so funny?"
"I didn't know it was so easy to trigger Filip." the Irish man immediately returned his expression to one of seriousness.
"We're leaving now. Until I decide if we take the KG 9s keep your hands off my club!"
"Aye, hands off." Galen responded with fake sincerity.
Chibs spent the drive back to Teller Morrow stewing. He knew that what he had seen in the barn wasn't a figment of his imagination. The taunt in Jimmy's eyes had been all too real and there was no way he would have imagined his nemesis with faint facial scarring that mirrored his own. He wasn't a man who believed in ghosts either, but he had a feeling he'd just seen one.