Back at the Ice Cream Shop, Jax sat at the head of the reaper table. He was twirling his wedding ring around his finger, thinking of the day Tara put it on. She looked so beautiful with that purple flower in her brown hair. Only she could make a wedding at a whore house so special. He missed her so much that he physically ached for her. He could feel the pain down to the tips of his toes.

"Jackie-boy," Chibs said interrupting Jax's thoughts.

Jax looked at Chibs standing in the doorway.

"What's up Brotha?"

"Marks called on the prepay. Wants to set up a meet."

Jax stared back down at his wedding ring.

"Not tonight. I need to see the boys."

Chibs nodded.

"I'll set something up for tomorrow."

Chibs started to close the door when Jax spoke.

"Hey, do some intel on the coffee shop and the owner."

Chibs looked at Jax.

"Suspicious?"

"Not sure. How many women come to Charming just because? Cheap rent or not, they are usually running from something. I just want to make sure that nothing will fall back on Charming."

"I'll get on it."

Jax stood up and started walking towards the door.

"Want me to follow ya home?" Chibbs asked.

Jax shook his head.

"Nah. I am good."

Jax patted Chibs shoulder and walked out the door.

The smell of cinnamon buns had woken her at 7 am. Realizing that she was not going to go back to bed, Sam got up and went on the hunt for her running sneakers. Sam missed running. She missed the feeling of just going and following the path in front of her. Since moving to Charming, she had not had the time to run. For some running was exercise, for Sam it was for clarity. After her visit from SAMCRO and Jax Teller, she needed that clarity. Luckily for her, she packed lightly for her move to Charming, and found her sneakers in one of the first boxes she searched. She made a deal with herself that she would finish unpacking after her run.

She put her earbuds in her ear, turned the GPS on her iPhone and went out the back door of her apartment. She knew if she went out the front, she would be tempted to check on Margaret and The Shop. She ran down the stairs before she had chance to change her mind.

As she started out her run, Sam realized just how small of a town Charming really was. She ran up and down Main Street twice, careful not to pass The Shop. She turned down Morning Road, only to come face to face with Teller Morrow Automotive Repair. Next to the garage was the burnt out shell of what was once the SAMCRO clubhouse. Sam did not slow down; she just kept running, making sure her GPS kept her from getting lost.

She was not sure how far she ran when she stumbled upon Charming Cemetery. She stopped in front of the gates and noticed a path that went around the perimeter of the cemetery.

"One lap around and back to unpack," she said to herself.

She did not see anyone around and was immediately grateful for the solitude. Sam felt comfortable in the peaceful settings of a cemetery. Back in Tampa, she moved into a house across the street from one. Early in the morning she used to jog through it, like she was doing now. She turned the music off and was enjoying the silence. The only sounds were the birds chirping and her breath. The wind was whipping up some of leaves that had fallen off the trees. For a late October morning, it was still quite warm. The sun was shining and Sam was finally starting to relax. Her mind was no longer thinking about the lonely widower with blue eyes who invaded her dreams last night. She had a job to do in Charming and she was not going to let SAMCRO or Jax stop her. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, quickening up her pace. By the time she opened her eyes, it was too late to avoid the small hole in the middle of the path. Sam's left foot fell in the hole and cause her ankle to twist and for Sam to fall right on her face.

"Fuck!" she cried as she fell forward.

Sam landed with a loud thud. Instantly, white-hot pain radiated up her leg and through her body. Her hands, which she used to try and break her fall, felt like they were on fire, cut up from the asphalt.

"Shit!" she cried out again.

Sam's heart was beating through her chest and she was trying to compose herself. After waiting for the pain to dull in her leg, and her heart to slow down, she attempted to stand. When she tried to put any weight on her left ankle, the pain became too much and her legs buckled underneath her.

After waiting a few minutes for the pain to die down again, Sam crawled over to the side of the path, which was closest to the road.

"Ok, just call someone for help."

Sam retrieved her IPhone from her pocket, only to find the screen was shattered and she could not turn the phone back on.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me," She said out load.

At that moment a stabbing pain danced up her leg. Sam looked at her swollen ankle and realized she was not walking out of here. She put her head between her knees trying to come up with a plan that did not involve her sitting there for hours until someone came through.

"Looks like you need help, or can you handle this on your own?"

Sam's head snapped up and she saw Jax Teller walking towards her from a row of headstones in front of her. Relief but also embarrassment swept over her.

"Let me guess, you saw that?" Sam asked.

Jax crossed the road and stopped in front of her.

"Actually I didn't. It was the fuck and shit that got my attention."

Jax knelt down and looked at Sam's ankle.

"That looks bad. Stay here; I'll go get my bike. I'll give you a lift to St. Thomas."

Sam wanted to protest, but she knew that she did not have a choice.

"Thanks."

Jax nodded and walked back in the direction in which he came.

Sam could not believe that she was relying on the local bad guy, maybe wife killer to help her. If this was not some kind of sick cosmic joke, she did not know what was.

The sound of his Harley echoed through the silence and a few moments later, he pulled up in front of her.

He got off the bike and walked over to Sam. By this time, her ankle had swollen to the size of a grapefruit and the bleeding had slowed up on her palms.

"This is why I don't exercise, "he said. "Way to dangerous."

Sam scowled at Jax and he laughed and winked at her. Sam blushed and brought her gaze down to her immobile ankle.

Jax reached for Sam's arm and helped her to her good foot.

"Thank you, again." She said as Jax helped her climb on the back of his bike.

"Don't mention it, glad I was here."

Sam winced as she put her foot on the peg.

"Why were you here?" Sam asked looking at Jax. Instantly Sam started thinking the worse. Did she interrupt something outlaw-ish? Were their lives in danger?

It was then she noticed his white t-shirt had grass stains all along the back and a single brown leaf was tangled in his hair.

Jax climbed on the front and fastened his helmet.

"I slept here," He said quietly and with a tone that made Sam think twice about asking further questions. Was it something in the water in Charming? How did these people learn to talk in a way that made people think twice before questioning them?

Without any further delay, Jax started his Harley and took off out of the cemetery.