A/N 10/16/2018: I'm baaaaa-aaaaaack! Y'all know what's good about writing a fanfiction based in a tv series that's already finished? You don't have to wait for the next season to come out! Lol It can just roll right along. Again though, until maybe next week, updating is going to be a hat trick because I still have those connection issues. Shit's driving me up a wall...So, I hope you enjoy. Also, fair warning, this fic is rated M for a reason. if the site had NC-17 or something I'd rate it that. I'm putting in that addendum because this episode has rape in it at the end. I will be writing it. I will post a warning before and after letting you know where it begins and ends for those of you who are sensitive to the subject. Please understand that I am writing as the episodes happen. I change only what's needed to add my charcter, and progress the story. So I will be writing it. Much love y'all. Thank you so much for the support for last season! And enjoy!Three weeks. Bella was marveling at how time seemed to fly. Those three weeks felt more like three days. She had woken up that morning, and just marveled at how much her life has changed in the past 6 months. She found a new home. Expanded her family, both in friendship, and now in blood, with a child on the way. And she had found love. Filip Telford was everything she had been looking for in a lover and companion. He was easy to talk to, and so much fun! It had taken him another hour to wake, and when he did, she had been so lost in thought that she hadn't noticed at first.

Since her attention seemed to be lost in thought, Chibs decided to greet the new life growing in her womb first. He moved himself down, so his face was level with her tummy. Bella was only just starting to show. You would have to be looking for it. Most people would think that she had eaten a really large meal rather than growing a baby. Bella was roused from her musings when she heard Chibs talk.

"Good morning, mo chridh. I see that you've decided not to give yer ma a hard time this morn," he said lovingly to her tummy. Bella smiled and brought the hand not hindered by a cast to his hair, which had grown out significantly in the last three weeks.

"I haven't tried to move yet," Bella joked. Chibs moved her pajama shirt up just enough to expose their growing child, and lightly kissed growing bump, before moving back up to kiss his woman.

"Good morning, mo ghràdh," he whispered into the kiss.

"Good morning, handsome," she said, her hand never moving from his hair. "Any chance we can extend our little vacation. Clay was a saint to give us three weeks, with Donna and Opie away, and Jax and Ange getting settled together. But now, I don't want to. leave you."

Chibs chuckled. "Sorry, lass. Clay already has a meet set with one of our Irish contacts. Couldn't get out of it if I tried."

"Oooo, an Irishman. No one can say the Sons aren't a diverse lot. Just do me a favor. No drinking matches. If we're going to see who can put away more alcohol, a Scot or an Irishman, I want to watch and take bets," Bella joked.

"In my favor, of course," Chibs smirked.

"As if I'd bet against my man...then again, I'm known for covering my ass. May bet both ways," she said with a mock innocent grin.

"Why you cheeky little-" Chibs said before tackling her. Bella gave a squeal and a giggle. It was a bit longer before they were able to pull themselves out of bed.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~~

Clay, Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Jax were all firing round after round at paper targets, testing out the new merch from the IRA that Cameron had brought over with his son, Eddie. As with most men when they had a gun in their hand, they were having the time of their lives, though none of them would let it show outwardly.

Eventually, the clips ran empty and Tig took that time to tell Half-Sac to change the targets. "Sac, new targets. Put 'em up." Half-Sac ran to do what Tig said, but Tig was never known for his patience. "Put them up," he urged.

"What do you think, gentlemen," Cameron said in his thick Irish lilt.

Jax looked to Clay, and Clay answered for the both of them. "All right, let's talk," he said, leading Cameron away from the gunfire.

Tig and Chibs made to follow, but Tig decided to have a little fun before he did, firing at the sandbags just to Sac's right.

"Okay!" Sac exclaimed jumping in surprise. Chibs smirked and followed suit, aiming for the tarted to Half-Sac's left. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" he yelled. "That was my- whoa! Oh. Yeah way to go. You're gonna blow off my one last nut. Great sponsor," he said to Chibs sarcastically. Chibs only chuckled before following the others into the new Sons warehouse, where there were guns and crates lined up for them.

"Officially, I'm supposed to tell you, the Russian pipeline's dried up. We've hooked up with a source out of Jebalia. Run them through Dungloe," Cam said to Clay.

"And Unofficially?" Clay said.

"Unofficially, the Russian stock is strong. But the IRA heads want to make sure you're in their pocket. These aren't meant to be broken down to ship. They want you to start running," Cam tells them.

"That's not our business," Tig said.

"The north country's gettin' hot, more action, means we need a bigger cash flow. The men in charge want to ensure that the Sons are on side. This is their test. They want you to run them through Northern Cali, Oregon, and Washington."

"I don't know if you know this, but we got out of the errand business, some time back," Clay said. "We buy whole sale, we assemble, we sell retail, end of story."

"Yeah," Tig agreed.

"Aye. But the the heads got concerned once the A.T.F. put a target on your back. And filling this space with illegal gun parts is just askin' for 25 years to life in federal prison," Cameron said.

"What are they offering?" Jax asked.

"We sell, ship, store. You load your saddle bags, deliver. Charter to charter. I'm allowed to offer 25%."

"We get 60%, assemble our own," Clay informs Cameron.

"You carry all the risk and overhead," Eddie put in.

"My son will be your point guy in Cali," Cameron said. "I know this isn't the usual deal. But for now. It's a win-win, Clay. We can revisit terms later, once the heads know you're with us."

Clay sighed, gazing down at the guns on the table. "We'll let you talk it through. Com on, Eddie," he said, leaving with his son, to let the Reaper Crew get their thoughts straight on the matter.

"He's got to be rubbing many people wrong being straight with us," Chibs said, looking at the retreating forms of Cameron and Eddie.

"He's right about the feds," Juice said. "Doesn't matter what dummy corp we use or how far off the grid we are. If A.T.F. puts a tail on any one of us, we're going to lead them right back here."

"What do you think, VP?" Clay asked. Jax thought for a bit before coming to a conclusion. He knew Clay wasn't going to like it, but like Cam said, they could revisit it after the IRA knew the Sons were on side.

"Go get the Irish," Jax said.

"Yeah."

Eddie and Cam came back, and Jax laid it out for them. "You get us the Russian guns we need to keep our Oakland business intact. We use your facility to store and assemble. Then we'll run your hardware up the coast. But MC Pony Express is going to cost you 30% and the Russian stock."

"Okay," Cam agreed after a moment.

"It's a temperary fix, boys," Jax tells Juice, Chibs, and Tig. "Keeps us in the gun business till the head wears off and we're running out of road here." Clay looked at Jax before he sighed, closing his eyes and giving a nod. "Call a vote Pres," Jax said.

"All in favor?" Clay asked. Everyone bar Clay rose their hand, but Jax knew he wasn't going to like it. "Deal," he affirmed, before walking out.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

It had been three weeks and Bobby was still in the Stockton lockup on the Hefner murder. Even if his lawyer had told him that the case had been thrown out three weeks beforehand. He was now sitting in the long familiar interrogation room, when the bitch, Stahl, walked in.

"Release papers," she said, laying a small stack in front of him. "Your lawyer has already been through them. Read them, initial the boxes, sign them, and we'll have you home by the end of the day."

"Rosen told me my case was thrown out three weeks ago. You mind telling me why I'm just getting cut loose now?" he asked her.

"The witness went missing. State Attorney dismissed the case, but we can detain for up to 30 days in the hopes that the case gets reinstated. It didn't," she said, as she turned to leave.

"That's it, huh? Your pretty face get's smashed in, you spend months, how many thousands of dollars trying to crush us? What for, bitch? What do you get?"

"Piece of mind," she said simply before leaving.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Now that we're keeping to Oakland business, who the hell we gonna sell guns to? Niners? Mayans? Who?" Chibs asked the guys that were at the meeting with Cam.

"Opie and Donna back yet?" Clay asked Jax, temporarily changing the subject. He didn't really want to think on that headache anymore just now.

"Today," Jax said.

"All right. Let's sit down, figure out our next move," Clay said.

"Yeah. Yeah, we should do that," Jax said wryly. He was still sore at Clay for making the decision that could have cost Donna and Izzy their lives. He knew Chibs was, as well. The Scot was just better at hiding it than he was. For now.

"Cap, Opie and Chibs are going to want payback for the shooting on the girls, right," Tig said as the others made their way to their bikes. "Jax, Piney, and Chibs know it wasn't the Niners. Any ideas where the hell we're going to land with this?" Tig asked him.

"Give Trammel a call. We're gonna need some police intel," Clay tells him.

"I can do that," Tig said, happy to have a job.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Three men, all relatively well to do sat in a booth at the local diner. One was a rather well known town businessman, the other two were strangers to the area, and their motives for looking to start a business there were not as pure as they were pitching to the man they were sitting with.

"Must be very frustrating, Mr. Hale," an older gentleman said with a sigh as he read a file.

"Every surrounding town from Stockton to Lodi has grown nearly 70% in the last two decades," Hale said to the two men. One, the older gentleman, in a well tailored suit. The other, while in a nice short sleeved shirt and tie, had less then ideal body art on his arms, stating his allegiances.

"Except Charming."

"Sam Crow has sabotaged every major development effort that's come through Chrarming. Coercion and violence," Hale said.

"Easy to do when the local cop's in your pocket," said the man in the short sleeves.

"Kid brother's gonna be Chief in two months. Things are gonna change," Hale promised. "My family built this town. My great-great grandfather, his brothers. Before my old man dies, the Hales are going to give it back to the folks that live here."

"And that salvation nets you a tidy real estate profit," mused the man in the suit.

"Progress has it's rewards," Hale said. "I'm sure we can find a way to help each other." Their attention was diverted to David Hale, the town's deputy chief, walking into the diner and up to his elder brother.

"David, glad you could join us," his older brother said. "I'd like you to meet Ethan Zobelle, AJ Weston."

David shook both men's hands. "Can I get you anything, David?" the waitress asked.

"Just some coffe, Hannah," he said with a smile.

"You got it," she said before leaving them alone.

"So, what's this about, Jake?" David asked.

"I reached out to your family," the suited man now known as Ethan said. "Asked for an introduction."

"Ethan owns cigar shops. Stockton, Alameda, Millbrae," Jake listed.

"Planning on opening a shop here in Charming?" David asked.

"I have my eye on a storefront," Ethan said with a smile.

"We'll need to know we've got the right support, before we commit to Charming," Aj, the man in the short sleeves said.

"Support?" David asked in confusion.

"To protect our investment," AJ clarified.

"We're aware of your outlaw problem. You're brother's brought me up to speed on your struggle," Ethan said.

David sighed. "I'm guessing this isn't about cigars."

There was a moment of hesitation before Jake started to explain. "Ethan shares a common interest."

"The Sons of Anarchy have been supplying weapons to gang members for over a decade. It's time it stopped," Ethan went on. AJ slid a card over to David, who took it and immediately wanted to go home a take a decontaminating shower. He knew that name.

"League of American Nationalists," he said wryly.

"The league represents and influential group of businessmen who are tired of criminals undermining local enterprise," Ethan explained.

"Right," David said with sarcasm. "And how many black and Latin businessmen in your influential group?"

They waited for Hannah to set down David's coffee and leave before answering. "None."

"None," confirmed David. "I know who you are. White hate," he said, looking directly into AJ's eyes.

"Quite the opposite, deputy chief," Ethan said. "We are separatists not supremacists. We are God fearing patriots, and in a time when black radicals are in power in this country, we are desperately trying to remind our citizens of their founding beliefs."

"That all white men are created equal," David said with contempt. "The hell do you want from me?"

"Call us what you want. We have the same goal," AJ said forcefully. "Stop scumbags from arming scumbags."

"We just want you to know we are at your disposal if you need us," Ethan said with a smile. But David felt like he had bathed in slime enough for one day, thank you very much. He got up and stormed away from the table.

"Come on, David. David," his elder brother tried to reason. "I'm sorry. His, uh...self-righteousness gets the best of him."

"Ah, I admire his frankness," Ethan told Jake with a smile. Jake smiled and got up to follow his brother. He caught up with him at his jeep outside.

"Davey!"

"Do you know what those guys do?" David demanded of his brother. "Since when do you smoke up with Neo-Nazi's?"

"I know who they are. I'm not an idiot," Jake told David. He looked around once before back to his brother. "Charming is our town, Davey. Dad tried for years to get it back from Sam Crow, he couldn't. But you and me, we can."

"I'm not going to swap one outlaw for another one."

"The League's got no interest in Charming. For them it's all about race."

"And that makes it okay?" David asked rhetorically.

"Grow up, little brother!" Jake exclaimed as David got into his jeep. They both turned at the sound of multiple motorcycles running down the street. David looked over to Jake, who gave him a look that said, What's your plan there? Before looking back at the group of outlaws. Jax raised two fingers from his throttle in greeting, but kept rolling otherwise.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax rolled up to Opie and Donna's place as they were still unloading. Opie met him in the yard, hugging it out in greeting.

"It's good to see you, brother," Opie said with a smile.

"Yeah. How was the family walkabout?" Jax asked.

"Good. Kids had fun. Gave Donna time to relax and heal," Opie said. Jax smiled and nodded before he caught sight of parts strewn all over Opie's garage.

"What's this?" he asked. "Holy shit. Panhead EG. '63?"

"'65," Opie said.

"Where'd you find it?"

"CHP pulled us over outside of Ukiah. Started bullshitting with me. Turned me onto this used parts guy. Electra Glide was just rotting behind some garage. It's all there- stock," he said.

"That'll keep you busy," Jax said.

Opie nodded. "That's the plan. Gonna see if either Ellie or Kenny have enough of an interest to help me with it. Need some bonding time with my kids," Opie said.

"Donna still cool with this?" Jax asked. Opie nodded.

"I swear, I think it's all because of Izzy. That girl is pure magic," he mused. "How's everybody doin'?"

"You know, gettin' it done," Jax said, looking up from the bike in pieces. We made a new deal with the Irish. Gonna run handguns up the coast till the A.T.F. heat dies down."

"What does that do to business?"

"We keep supplying Oakland. We need to figure out who that supply goes to," Jax explains.

"Retaliation?" Opie asked.

"Yeah. We're sitting down to figure it out. Waited until you got back. After our sitdown, a few of us want to sit down with you and Donna. Hash out a few things."

"All right. I'm sure Donna would love to see Izzy and Angela anyway. How is your girl doing?"

"Great. It's official. She's getting my crow tonight at Bobby's welcome home deal," Jax beamed.

"This one's sticking around, right?" Opie said with a smirk.

"Very funny, jackass. Yes, she's sticking around. Though if not for me, for Abel. Loves him more than me," he grumbled.

"Well, he is cuter." Jax swung for Opies head, trying to get him in a headlock. Naturally, being a giant, Opie dodged it.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Angela, Gemma, and Abel were all at St. Thomas, getting a six month check up on how the little guy was doing. Dr. Namid came in with his chart and a big smile.

"He's perfect," the doctor declared.

"The echoes?" Gemma asked.

"Clean. CBC's, CMP's all normal. His weight could come up a bit."

"He's still fussy during feedings," Angela said.

"Could be the lactose. If I know you, you're not going to like this, but we could try soy base," Dr. Namid suggested.

"You're right. I don't want to turn him into a little vegan pussy."

"He can drink it in his wife-beater onesie," Angela smirked before laughing.

"Smart-ass," Gemma said with no heat.

"How's his sleep apnea?" Dr. Namid asked.

"Sleeping as a baby should, doc," Angela said.

"Good."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax pulled up to the Charming police department just as Hale was going out on a call.

"Heard Ope's back," he said conversationally.

"Yeah," Jax said, getting off his bike.

"You seen him or Donna?" Hale asked.

"They're doing okay. That's why I'm here. Whoever is responsible for shooting up Donna and Izzy, you and I can't prove that. The suspicions we have aren't enough."

"Well, if he asks me, I'm not going to lie to him. Just because I can't prove it was Clay," Hale said.

"I'm not asking you to, man. Just give me time. If you see him today, don't say anything. Me and the others in the know are holding a pow wow later today to tell him and Donna, but we need the time. At this point, without an explanation into why none of us have done anything yet, he'll go nuts. Puts Clay on the attack, and whatever shit he pours into Unser's ear will blow back on you. Look at how fast shit went down hill the day the girls were shot. Just give me today," Jax reasoned.

Hale took a moment before nodding. "All right. I'll keep my suspicions to myself. Let you tell Ope. But you gotta do something for me." Jax looked at him questioningly.

"Unser is in bad shape. This guy should not be on the job. He's got another two months on his extension. After that, you got to let him step down," Hale said. He really was concerned for his mentor.

Jax gave a small sigh. "I'll do what I can to make that happen," he promised. They shook hands before parting ways. Jax mused that either he was going too straight, or Hale had a bit of outlaw in him after all for them to be making deals.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Angela and Gemma walked outside where they saw Unser sitting on a bench. Gemma took off her sunglasses to look at the man.

"Wayne?"

"Gemma," he said with a smile. "The little guy doing okay?"

"Yeah," she said, looking down to her grandson in the carrier Angela was holding. "Gotta beef him up a little."

Unser chuckled, but Gemma kept looking on at him in concern. "How about you?"

"Oh. Right as rain. This is just a follow-up," he said.

"Where you at with it?" she asked in curiosity.

"The BCG's are keeping it contained in my bladder."

"Guess that's good," she said.

"Yeah, for cancer. Shit can spread like wildfire," Unser said.

"You waiting on Della?" Gemma asked.

"She ain't a fan of hospitals. Hale's picking me up."

Gemma looked at Angela, who nodded. She pursed her lips and turned back to Unser. "We'll wait with you." Then she sat down next to the Chief.

"I'm glad he's doing good," Unser smiled. "I think Jax is going to make a real good daddy."

"Yeah. We'll make sure of that, won't we Angel?" Angela nodded with a smile.

"He's not too bad once he sets his mind to it."

Gemma then took out a joint and lit up, right next to the chief of police. Unser looked at her as if to say, really? But he really wasn't all that surprised. She took a couple of inhales off of it before holding in the smoke and looking at Unser as she passed it over.

"It's for my heart condition." Unser chuckled and took the joint.

"Miracle drug," he said, taking a hit. He looked at it and went to hand it to Angela, before she shook her head.

"One of us has to have some sense of plausible deniability. After all, I'm a reverend's daughter. When have I ever had occasion to know what pot would smell like?" she asked with a mock look of innocence.

Unser laughed. "She's trouble."

"Yeah. We're bringing it out of her. Little by little," Gemma said with a smirk.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Darby met AJ Weston in his shop. The man obviously had a deep hatred of any Latino if the curling of his lip was anything to go by.

"Talked your offer over with my guys," Darby said.

"Talked over? It's a no brainer," AJ said.

"I'm a little fuzzy about your end in this. What exactly goes into the League's pocket?" Darby asked.

"You think this is about money for us?" Darby gave him a look. It's always about money.

"You got kids, Darby?" Darby shook his head in the negative.

"I just pulled my six-year-old out of tee ball, 'cause I found out they're giving trophies to every boy on every team for simply playing the game. Trophies should be earned. Teaching children that everyone's equal is a dangerous philosophy." AJ then looked at the Latinos Darby had working for him. "But maybe you've lost sight of that."

"Business is down 30%. I can't afford the white guys."

"Never put money before race. This is $5000," he said holding up an envelope for Darby. "It should get you operational inside Charming."

Darby scoffed. "When Clay finds out I'm dealing crank and pussy in his in his backyard…?" he trailed.

"There's a phone number inside the envelope. Call it and tell our Aryan brothers how much manpower you need. And if I were you, I'd button your shirt," he said, pointing to the swastika just below were Darby's collar bones meet.

"I got nothing to hide," Darby said.

"It's not about hiding- You haven't earned it," AJ said before leaving. Darby hated that prick. But what could he do? The League had money and power and that was dangerous to a small time dope dealing operation like the Nords had. And they were technically, his bosses. Why did he join this shit pile that was white supremacy again?