Authors Notes: I do NOT own 'Sons of Anarchy', if I did each episode would be two hours long and all the guys would get equal screen time.

Thank you to 'Bobadoo', and 'Just da Girl' for putting up with me and helping in putting this together. I wouldn't have been able to do it without them. Thank you VERY MUCH!

Also, thank you to all those who have reviewed and told me their thoughts on the story so far. I hope that you all enjoy this new chapter, and I look forward to hearing what you have to say about it. I have been working really hard on making this story unlike all the others out there. This is not going to be a 'boy sees girl, boy fucks girl, girl falls in love with boy' story. This is more of a drama with romance worked into it. I'm not writing about one Son and his journey of love and loss, but the journey of the club and the great, yet crazy, men who are members that make up the family.

Aside from that, I wanted to dive into what they would so in light of what happened with SAMBEL. It's something that effected the whole club and there is no way that they would not be able to think about it happening again, or if other charters where doing the same thing.

On a side note, I have posted pictures of who I think would play the roles of my new characters, and I'm working on getting some up of all the ones we know and love. Just check out my profile page, they are at the very bottom.

With all that said, I hope that you all enjoy the next chapter, and please let me know what you think.

Chapter Two: Rest

He never wanted to leave the shower, the warm spray felt far too good to give up. Not only was it washing away all the dirt and grime from the long road home, but also the blood that had remained on his skin from that girl.

Never before had he had a problem with blood, his or anyone else's. He had been first to draw another's blood and had been in his fair share of fights and lost his own, but never the blood of someone who looked so small and innocent.

Being a part of the club meant that he had to do what was asked of him, not once had be questioned any order given to him. He had taken part in dealing with those who threatened the club and his fellow brothers, and even found some satisfaction in knowing that he was part of eliminating a threat.

However, he or anyone else in the club, had never been asked to harm someone innocent. They had a strict rule of no women and no children and every member followed that rule to the 'T'. They went out of their way to protect their women and children from the harsh reality of the world they lived in.

He couldn't stop his mind wondering over all the different scenarios that could have ended up with the death of the girl. Had she seen something that she wasn't supposed to? Did she own someone money and couldn't pay her debt? Or, had she just crossed paths with the wrong people?

'She's not dead, yet.' He thought to himself. He knew that the chance of her surviving was low. Tara had even told them before they all left to be prepared to hear the worst.

He didn't like the fact that it was still bothering him, and he knew that if the others found out, they would never let it go. He was one of the youngest members, so the others brought it upon themselves to tease him and target him for all their pranks.

They had all called him a 'retard' because to the others it seemed like he didn't know how to follow simple directions, but the fact was that his brain just functioned differently than theirs. He may not be the first picked to go 'deal' with problems, that was the area for Tig, Happy, Kozik, and even Opie. But when Jax needed information, he sought out Juice. They where the thinkers, along with Bobby.

A sold knock on his dorm room door told him that it was getting close to Church time. Turning off the water and grabbing a towel to dry off quickly, he walked out from his bathroom and made sure that he had brought in his laptop from his saddlebag, he knew that he was going to need it for the meeting.

Another knock, he called out to whomever to come in or go away. Looking up he saw Jax walk in, a sandwich on a plate in his hand.

"Thanks man, but I don't think I can eat right now." He said turning around to pull his pants on.

"Good, 'cause this isn't for you." Jax said as he took a large bite out of it. "I came to tell you that Clay is going to ask you about the program you came up with. He's going to what to take a look at it, and know about some of the stuff you found." He spoke as he continued to eat his meal.

"Yeah, no problem." Juice said while pulling on a clean white t-shirt. Looking up once he had his shirt on, he saw that Jax was walking further into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Look, I'm not going to make a big deal of it, but are you sure your okay?" He asked. Jax was more open and in tune to the emotions that his brothers go though, and he knew the importance of keeping a strong hold on them.

Taking a deep breath, he assured his friend and brother that he was good.

"Good to hear it. Now, get your ass moving, we're late." He said opening the door and walking thought, Juice close behind him, laptop in hand.

Just as Clay had ordered, everyone had been present at the meeting. After a small welcome home from Opie, Piney, and Bobby, they got down to business.

"Ok, first things first, how did our brothers check out?" Clay asked as he looked between Jax and Juice.

"Arizona and New Mexico turned out clean, nothing to worry about there; Alaska is where we had a problem." As Jax said this both Kozik and Happy nodded.

"What do you mean you had a problem?" Clay asked, he needed to know everything.

"Once we got there things just seemed off, so I had Juice run a background check on everyone, things came back clean. I wasn't sold on it though, so Juice did some computer shit and turned out that the very next day one of their members made a very nice deposit into his own bank account, just a few minutes after taking a withdrawal from their shops account. Their own man was stilling from them, right under their noise."

Leaning back into his leather chair, Clay looked over to Juice to hear his side.

"It was really easy; once I had all their information I put a program together to track all their financial moves. Now I'll be able to see everything that they do. We'll know what they are doing before they do." He said, pulling up the program and turning his laptop over to Clay for him to see. "This is live right now."

"It looks like Marc in Arizona is going to have a little company tonight." Clay said with a laugh as he saw a transaction for an escort service. Everyone knew that their brother in Arizona had a thing for 'exotic' women, and that wasn't a word that would describe any of the sweet butts or crow eaters.

"Damn, so you can see everything that goes on, even where they eat and shit?" Tig asked as he looked over to see the screen.

"Yeah, and I have it programmed that if they make any deposit or withdraw over two thousand dollars we'll know about it." He said as if it was nothing for him to put it all together. He did have an IQ of 140, coming up with a program to watch over his five hundred plus brothers was a walk in the park for him. The only reason that he had never thought to do it before, was the fact that he thought that he could trust all his brothers.

"That's damn good work." Clay said as he gave the computer back. "So, you took care of the problem?" He redirected to the other two members who had been on the trip.

"Yeah." Happy and Kozik said at the same time.

"Good. What else?"

"Everyone else is clean. I gave everyone the chance to leave if they thought that the MC way of life wasn't what they thought, some walked, and Juice is keeping a close eye on them to make sure they don't make new friends." Jax said. "I think that it would be a good idea to make sure that someone from SAMCRO goes to each charter once a month, to make them understand that we are keeping our eyes on them." He added as an afterthought.

"Yeah, I'll think about that. We'll see what the geek's computer has to say." He said referring to Juice's program.

"Ok, so now let's get to the real reason why where all here at," He looked at his watch. "…three in the damn morning. For those of you who were still in bed sleeping like old men, we may have a new threat in town. On their way home, our brothers found a 'left-for-dead' girl on the side of the road."

"Shit" Bobby breathed out as he ran his hands over his long frizzy hair.

"Do we know who did it?" Piney asked.

"All we know is that she was shot twice, once in her chest and in her head." Clay said, looking over to see how Opie would take the news. It was a club demon what had happened to his wife Donna. She had been shot in the head by Tig, thinking that it was him.

"And she lived?" Was all the large man asked.

"Yeah, she opened her eye and looked at us." Jax said in a soft voice, looking down at his hand folded on the wooded table.

It was no secret that all the men in the room had killed and seen a dead body, but they did so to protect the club and those they loved, Jax new that those who had found her would never forget the look in her eyes. It wasn't fear or hope, it was just blank.

Lost.

"Happy, you and Tig find anything?" Clay asked. He had sent them out to look at the scene again to see if whoever the shooter was left something behind.

"Nothing." Happy spoke up.

"Yeah man, it looked like it was a dump site. She was more than likely shot somewhere else and then tossed out like trash." Tig added, whipping his hands over his face and leaning back.

"So someone is throwing away their dirty trash in Charming?" Bobby asked. "Great."

"I don't like litter." Clay said, anger in his voice. "We need to find out who she is, who wants her dead and why, and find out if they could still be around. We have to much shit right now to be dealing with anything else. I don't want to be looking over my shoulder for the Russians only to get hit head on by something else. Until we know what's going on, no one rides alone. "

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Looking over to his step son, Clay told everyone what he wanted done. "Jax let us know once Tara knows more. Once we get a name, Juice can run it and see what comes up. Tig, Happy, and Koz, I want you three to keep your eyes and ears open around town. Look into anyone who is new, or may be passing though. Ask the gas satiations if they've seen any new vehicles within the last twenty four hours." Clay said leaning over and slamming the wooden gavel down to close out the Church meeting.

Everyone nodded and got up to leave. Now Juice could get the rest that he was so desperately wanting. So tired and about to fall over at any minute, he walked right passed two cute blonds trying to gain his attention. He could have a sweet butt or crow eater anytime, all he wanted right now was to fall into his bed and pass out, alone.

S.o.A

Setting at the bar, nursing a cold beer, Koz waited for Clay to finish his talk with Bobby about some account.

For the last year and a half he had felt like he had been in limbo. He had gotten his transfer papers from the Tacoma charter, but he had never been patched in to SAMCRO as a full member, nor was he a Nomad. He knew that Clay liked having him around, but he needed to know that he belonged somewhere, he needed to have someplace to call home.

Downing a large portion of his beer, he got up and walked over to tell Clay that he would help out with the shit that was going down, but then he would hit the road.

"Hey, Clay you got a minute?" He asked looking at the other man in the eye.

"Yeah brother, what's on your mind?" He asked as he walked over behind the bar and pulled out a half full bottle of Jack. Pulling out two glasses he poured them both a shot.

"Look, I don't what to leave you hanging, but after all this shit cools down, I am going to head back to Tacoma." He said, throwing back the alcohol.

Thinking about what he was going to say, Clay took the shot and set the glass down and then looked up to the other man who had been more then helpful the last year. He had been a major reason that he could focus on not dying in prison.

While the others had been locked up, Kozik had stepped up with Chips, Piney, and Opie to make sure that the girls stayed safe, and the shop kept running smoothly. He had also played a major role in getting Tara back while they had been overseas getting his grandson back; overall he was a kind-hearted badass who was a true blue to the club and the patch.

Kozik was one of the few who he respected fully, and trusted him with his life.

"Hang around for another week. We'll have another vote, this time you'll get patched in even if I have to stick my hand up Tig's ass and work him like a puppet." He said with a mischievous smile.

Unable to hold in their laughter, they both smiled at the thought.

"He's never going to vote in my favor." Kozik said, picking up the bottle and pouring them another drink.

Together they both hit it back and Clay stood up straight. "What the hell is it between you two, that has him ready to put you down like a sick puppy?"

Flinching at his words, he told him that it was between him and Tig.

"Whatever. I'll have Gemma talk to him. Trust me if anyone can change his mind my woman can do it."

"Yeah, we'll see." Kozik said as he too stood up and turned to head back to his room to get a few hours of sleep before they hit up the town to see what they could find out about that girl found in the ditch.

Seeing his brother walk off like someone kicked his dog, pulled at his heart strings. Clay wasn't a man to show more affection then he needed, but he knew that it would be in the best interest to have Kozik stay around and become a part of the mother charter.

Pulling out his phone he saw that it was already five in the morning. He would wait to call his wife and tell her what had been going on. He knew that she would be up to talking to Tig about letting Kozik stay. She had told him that she like having the blond man around while the others had been locked up, he was always polite and she even called him 'sweet'.

He knew that if she wanted to keep Kozik in the charter, then she would stop at nothing till she got everyone to vote in his favor. That's why he loved her so much; she was a strong woman and fought for what she wanted, and what was best for her men.

Okay, so that's it for this chapter. Before any of you start getting onto me about the whole, 'letting club members walk away' thing, please understand that it does happen, and yes they would allow them to leave. I mean if they only ex-communicated Kyle Hobart (Season One) from the club after abandoning Opie, I think that they would let some members out because they aren't able to handle the MC life style. However they aren't stupid and are keeping a close eye on them.

With that said, I hope that you all let me know what your thought are and please feel free to ask me any question you may have. I try to get back to everyone who has an email or reply option.

The next chapter is in the works and should be out sometime this weekend.