A/N: I would have updated sooner, but the right side of my face randomly got incredibly swollen, and sensitive. Even letting my hair touch my cheek made me want to cry. I'm currently on antibiotics, which seem to be kinda helping. Thanks for the positive reviews, if you have any plot guesses/suggestions let me know. Also, I just wanted to say Thomas is purposely immature, he was sobered by the club and violence. He didn't worry about his life, or the life of his uncles because he had forgotten the very little he had seen. He is a contrast to Jax and a representation of what may have been.

Why is it always stormy weather?
And brother,
Tell me if it all gets better.
Why did you leave?
Why did you die?
You finally made your brother cry.
I know you're watching over us tonight,
And I hope you're watching over us tonight.

-Brother, Falling In Reverse

"That little bitch." Gemma muttered to herself for the thousandth time. Ever since she had heard of Tara's complicity in the theft of her child Gemma couldn't help but hate her. She had hated Tara before, but never like this. Not only did she break one of her children's hearts, she had stolen the other. Well, she is certainly going to learn what happens when you mess with Gemma Teller, Gemma thought haughtily. She strode over to her kitchen table, realising that she had been so wrapped up in her thoughts she had stopped in the middle of the room. As Gemma sat down and began to contemplate just what course of action to take, the phone rang.

"What?" Gemma asked, annoyed that she had been interrupted.

"Hey Gem, I hear you got your baby back." It was Luann, and Gemma didn't really want to deal with her right now.

"Look, I'm having a family dinner tonight, I will tell you all about it then. I have cooking to do." She invented on the spot. Gemma could hear the meekness in Luann's voice as she hung up, but she didn't care. Gemma Teller knew what her revenge would be… or at least what the start of it would be. Picking the phone up she called Clay, eager to share her scheme, positive he would be proud of his queen.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I did not go to all that effort of helping John Teller get rid of that brat for him to show up and ruin my plans, Clay was freaking out. Although no one in the clubhouse would know what his contemplative stare meant, the fact that he was troubled was obvious.

"Yo! Clay! You alright, man?" Tigg asked concerned. Clay groaned, rubbing his face with a large arthritic hand.

"Yeah. Just trying to figure shit out, ya know? I've gone from one step-son to two. And I helped raise Jax, I know his values and that he'll do right by the club. But Tommy? I don't know." He sighed deeply, and Tigg nodded in understanding.

"He's a Teller, I'm sure the MC life is in his blood," Tigg said, trying to reassure his prez.

"And what if it's not in his heart?" Before Tigg could reply Clay's phone began to ring.

"Hello?" He asked, breathing deeply.

"Hey, baby. I was thinking we do a family dinner, you up for it?" Gemma asked, seduction in her voice. Clay really wasn't up for any kind of celebration, not when he didn't know what Thomas meant. But, she was his queen. And he knew that it would make her happy, and he would be rewarded, which would make him happy.

"Of course baby, what time do you want the boys there?"

"Let's say six-thirty. I'll make chicken wings." She added, knowing it would entice many of the bikers. He agreed, and after a few 'I love you's they hung up.

Fuck.

"Why are you living with that skank?" Gemma demanded of her child over the phone.

"She's like a sister to me!" Thomas protested as he folded his washing. Tara hated it just being stuffed in his drawers, and she would certainly check. He tried to hide his smile when he heard his mother snarl on the other side of the phone.

"That girl is no good. I knew it when she was a teen, and I know it now." Gemma declared, desperate to turn Tommy away from Tara, and into her arms.

"Can we not talk about this? Let's go back to the party tonight…. Can I bring Tara?" He asked brightly, another snarl. "If it wasn't for her I wouldn't be here right now!"

"Fine, but I want her on her best behaviour, and she has to help out." Gemma relented, hoping it would make her plan easier, hanging up the phone.

"Tara!" Thomas yelled, running down the hall. She looked tired; Tara had spent most of the day at the hospital, familiarising herself with the staff, the place, and the current patients. Neonatal work was, perhaps, one of the hardest fields. An intense mental effort was needed, the tiniest mistake could result in the baby's death, an emotional effort was needed because cutting into a tiny baby was taxing, and physical effort was needed because precision was imperative.

"What?" She asked, smiling at him from behind the counter where she had been doing the dishes.

"Hey! I told you would do those, you should relax!" He protested, indignantly.

"You know it helps me wind down." Tara countered.

"Wanna go to a party with me tonight?" Thomas asked, wiggling his eyebrows. She scowled.

"I want nothing to do with Gemma." He gaped at her, overreacting his surprise, trying to make her laugh.

"How did you know!?" He demanded, mock angrily.

"I just want to spend my night in front of the TV." She said, moving to the couch to make her point.

"But… I don't know anyone…. I need you…" Thomas said in a quiet voice, pouting heavily. Before Tara said anything he noticed the drop in her shoulders, and slight slump of her body meaning she was going to give in.

"Fine." She groaned, loudly.

"By the way you have to help apparently, " He called as he ran towards his room.

Fuck, sucked in again.

Dinner had been awkward for Tara and Thomas. Tara was reminded of her old life, and what an outsider she had become. Thomas was reminded that his family wasn't just Gemma and Jax, and he also had to accept that Gemma had moved on to Clay. She was no longer John's girl, and the few memories Thomas had of them together made that no easy feat. Gemma had tried her best to be nice, and listen to the life Thomas had, but every time Tara was mentioned you could see her face freeze. Even Opie had shown up with Donna and the kids to meet Thomas… again.

When dinner had finished Tara helped the women clear the table and do the dishes, the men went to talk and watch the kids play in the backyard.

"So... Are you and Thomas dating?" Luann asked as she dried a plate. Tara physically blanched.

"Oh, my god! No! He's like my brother. Plus, I have learnt not to date Teller men, the club is always first. Even if it means they might die. Even if it means you might die." Ignoring the comments that made her blood boil, Gemma brightly pulled out sticky-date pudding and ice-cream.

"Who wants dessert?" She yelled loudly. About two seconds later there was a rush of children and adults, all wanting some. Tara helped to serve.

"Hey darlin'" she heard, spooning some ice-cream into the bowl. She didn't have to look up to know it was Jax, but she did anyway.

"D-did you want sticky-date pudding with that?" Tara asked, trying to stop her voice from wavering.

"You know I love it when you give me sweet things." He replied, knowing it would bring out a pink tinge on her face. That she would bite her lip, and flutter her eyelids. And despite knowing it would happen, his heart still fluttered.

Gemma eyed the couple evilly. They were completely oblivious to the attention on them. It was mainly Thomas, who was behind Jax in the line and seemed ecstatic at this development. Gemma hated that. He should understand the pain Tara caused her brother and try to prevent it from happening again. After receiving his pudding Jax moved on, but not before shooting Tara his signature wink. Thomas took his place, a huge grin on his face.

"Oh shut up Tommy," Tara said, spooning extra chocolate ice cream into his bowl, knowing he wouldn't want the pudding.

"We've been talking, he's single." He wiggled his eyebrows, knowing it would annoy her.

"He has a pregnant wife," Tara stated bluntly, abruptly ending Thomas' antics.

"They're getting a divorce when she finally signs the paperwork." He retorted, slightly annoyed.

"And then he will have a child. It's too complicated Thomas. I can't be in a relationship with him right now," Tara turned to Gemma, "I have an early morning tomorrow. I have to go." Tara fled from the house.

Fuck.