!NOTICE! Revised 1-14-11

Authors Notes: Wow, I didn't think that this would get as much as a response and it has, and I'm glad that you all have enjoyed the 1st chapter, and I can only hope that you all continue to enjoy the rest of the story. I am sorry for any small spelling and grammar; I do not have a beta for this story, yet. (If you would like to beta please drop me a PM!)

As I said in the last chapter, I'm not sure when I'll be able to update, but this (and the next chapter) where fresh in my mind and wanted to get it out. It's also a thank you to all those who have reviewed and added this story to you alert list.

Thank you to: ozlady80,They Say Its Crazy, PixieSam, ThisLife103.7,HapsOldLady, Merciless Princess, Mrs Bass-Molfoy, weapon2020, bobgorgefred, Harveygirl9, Jazpup, SKYE-07, VersaEmerge, chrisd1016929, go4itgirl, suziraye, and brookeburke. This chapter is for all you guys!

Born to Die

Chapter Two

Rating: R

She couldn't stop the screams. No matter how hard she tried to block it out and cover her ears, she could still hear her father, and the pain that he must be in. Even when they were cutting into him and burning him, he never asked them to stop. He kept taunting them, telling them he could do better, and telling them he had done worse.

Waking up in a cold sweat, Addison nearly fell off the bed as she looked around the room for any threat. Taking a few calming deep breaths, she had to tell herself that she was safe for the moment.

Wiping her eyes, she pulled her hand away to see a dark smudge of makeup. It had been a few days, and she hadn't stopped once to rest, so she knew that she looked like hell warmed over. Seeing a door that could only lead to a bathroom, she stood on wobbly legs, and did her best to make it to the room without falling over.

Leaning heavily on the white porcelain sink, she looked into the mirror to see a ghost looking back. Her skin was pale and ashen from the long ride, and the lack of food or rest. Her eyes lost the bright blue shine that her father loved so much and were just a pale gray, clouded with fear and sadness.

Turning on the tap she waited for the water to warm as she took the large snow coat off. Seeing a bottle of hand soap, she pumped some of the citrus smelling gel into her hand and lathered it up. She didn't have a lot to work with, but she did want to try and pull herself together. She was going to have to tell Clay what happened, and she was sure that she would be meeting some, if not all, of the SAMCRO members.

Scrubbing her face, she hoped that she could wash away all the fear and nightmares, but she knew that it was going to take more than some hand sanitizing soap to do that. Pulling the closest towel off the rack, she dried her face and was glad to see that all the dark makeup was gone. She didn't think that she would scare anyone now.

She turned her head around and watched as Gemma walked in. It only took one look from the older woman, and Addison knew that she was going to have to be strong. She had always admired Gemma for her strength, no matter what was going on in the club or at home, she made sure that everyone stayed together.

"Oh sweetheart, come here." Gemma said as she put down a pile of something and held her hands out for a hug. Addison didn't have to be told twice.

She was trying to keep it together. She didn't need to seem like a little lost girl, but the loving and warm embrace was working on her reserves.

Gemma held her, lightly stroked her hair, to try to calm her down. She could hear that she wasn't breathing properly, and was more than likely going into shock, now that she had time to process what was going on. Pulling her back slightly, she looked into Addison's sad eyes, and couldn't help but notice how much she had grown. She wasn't the young sixteen year that she had gone shopping with. She was a twenty year old woman who was born into the Son's of Anarchy, and she was dealing with a great loss.

"You're so beautiful, baby girl. You look just like your mother." Gemma couldn't help but say. "Now, why don't you take a shower, and I'll go find you something to eat." She pulled away and turned to the pile that she had placed onto the bed. "I brought some shampoo and conditioner for you, and some clean clothes. Jax said that it didn't look like you had anything with you. We'll figure out something more for you later."

Addison just nodded. She knew that she would have to talk to Clay soon, and she was glad that Gemma was letting her shower and get cleaned up more before she had to face the harsh reality.

As soon as Addison shut the bathroom door, Gemma turned to leave the room. She needed to find Clay and find out what the hell was going on. Walking into the main room, she could see all the men sitting around, waiting. Spotting her husband and her son talking in a corner, she made her way over.

"So," She said crossing her arms over her chest. "You going to tell me what the hell is going on?"

Getting up and looking at her with nothing but love in his eyes, Clay told her what he knew. "We can't get a hold of Quinn." He said nodding his head over to where Happy was on his phone. "He's been calling all the other Nomads and none of them have been able to get a hold of him, or have talked to him in the last three days."

"Shit," She breathed out, and ran a hand through her hair.

"She rode in on his bike, could barely handle it from what Hap said." Jax added. He had never met Addison, but had heard about her from his mother. She was family, and he protected his family. That's all he needed to know.

"Well I gave her the stuff you told me to bring, and she's in there taking a shower right now. I'm gonna see if there is anything to eat. It doesn't look like she has eaten in a few days." Gemma said more to herself then to the two men in front of her.

S.o.A

Hap was starting to get pissed. He had been trying to get a hold of anyone who may have some information on what the hell was going on. Once he had parked the bike, it didn't take long to recall that the bike was that of Quinn Barkley, the only man that he was afraid of, and a man who he highly respected.

Quinn had been the one who had looked out for him while he was new to the club. He had been there for his first kill, and helped him bury the body. The man taught him almost everything he knew. He had helped him become the man he was. However, there was a side of him that Happy had seen that most others hadn't. He had watched him do things to others that he could never bring himself to do to, no matter how bad the blood was.

He had been the first 'Enforcer' for the club and wrote the book on how to bring pain to the enemy. The very real fact that something could have happened to him was something that made Hap rethink everything that was going on around the club. Everything in him was telling him that something big was going on, and he would be damned if he fell victim, or let anymore of his brothers fall.

Authors Notes: Okay I know that this is a shorter chapter then what I normally write, but I felt like this was the best place to stop. Again, love to hear what you all think, and I will be working on the next chapter really soon! Thank you again for everyone who is reading!