Authors Note: Someone had noted that Lana has a bit of hero worship when it comes to Gemma – That's exactly right! I appreciate everyone taking the time to read this and really giving great feedback as far as what's going on, what you want to see happen, etc. This next chapter is mainly Lana's work towards proving to the club that she can be trusted on some level. She's a lot more like Gemma without even realizing it and I think that parallels the level of hero worship quite well!

Also someone wanted me to kind of describe Lana in a little more detail. Think Katrina Law from Spartacus/Arrow – because that's who she's molded after appearance-wise. Also my choice of casting, haha!

Again here's a short one, but a good one. I appreciate you guys! Thanks for reading.

The breakup with Hale had weighed heavy on Lana's mind. The reality of the situation had proven that it was for the best. Lana couldn't unlock secrets from her past by denying Samcro wasn't linked to it. Hale didn't want her to get hurt. His words about Clay getting her killed still echoed in her mind. Lana had been in Charming for a few months now and one thing she'd learned about Samcro and her past – was that all roads led to Clay Morrow.

Lana had taken Gemma up on her offer of coming over to the club several times after she'd made it. It was actually nice to watch the boys come and go at the garage. Endearing almost; to want to believe nothing out of the ordinary was going behind closed doors.

When Lana pushed to know more, Gemma let her in. She'd quickly taken up a sort of apprenticeship and helped Gemma out with the books for Teller-Morrow. The men had taken notice and started acknowledging her presence rather than treat her like the girl who dated Hale. She wanted to prove to everyone that she could be trusted. Gemma warned it wouldn't be easy, and it wasn't. There was nothing easy about proving to a group of outlaws – that you weren't the enemy.

Everything from Lana's outlook on the club to her appearance had been modified to suit what she thought would benefit her. Her normally slick back raven haired ponytail had been left to blow wild in the wind. She traded in her blazer for a leather jacket, and while black was already a strong color in her arsenal of fashion – leather boots weren't. How did people walk around in these all day?

With both arms full, Lana walks into the clubhouse and sets a bag of groceries down the bar. "Gemma asked me to pick some things up. Is she here?" Her attention went from the bags to the empty clubhouse and then back to club member Piney. He kind of reminded her of grumpier old men, but Lana liked him. Maybe even more so since the gun to the face incident.

"She's out darling." He watched her look around and smiled. When he first met her, he just assumed she was like every other crow eater that walked into this clubhouse. He was quick to learn that she was smart and incredibly stubborn, just like her mother. "You might want to come back in a few hours."

"I'll wait." Piney watched as she helped herself to a beer before she started putting away some of the things she'd gotten. "Are you hungry? I picked up some snacks." He didn't answer her because he was too busy observing exactly what it was he was watching. Lana glanced up and couldn't hide the faint sign of a smile, but Piney still just sat quiet. "Old ghosts," Lana finally said, calmly.

"I'm sorry?"

"The way you're looking at me." Lana smiled and moved the plate of meat and cheese in between them. She didn't realize up until now that Hale had mentioned Piney being around as long as Clay. Longer, even. "It's the same way everyone here looks at me. Like I'm some kind of old ghost everyone forgot. You said you knew her..."

"Something like that." Piney finally spoke before humoring the girl and helping himself to the spread she'd just made. "You have something you want to say, say it." Lana did have something to say, she had a lot to say. The window had been opened and she was ready to jump through it.

"I…" Her words; she couldn't find them and her entire throat felt dry as panic set in.

"She used to do what you just did." Piney spoke and his tone had been soft and welcoming almost. His eyes were large, and a small level of excitement appeared in his eyes. "She'd come in through those doors and without question do what you just did. I always knew she'd be a great mom by how she always made sure we were taken care of. Sure you look like her, I'm sure you know that. You got a couple of her mannerisms too, and it caught me off guard, is all. Now, I'm not going to sit here with you and walk down memory lane, or whatever it is you're expecting, just, something worth pointing out."

"You know that's the first time anyone's even willingly talked about her without my poking and prodding." Lana reaches over and gives his hand a firm squeeze. "Thanks Piney. Whoever she was to you… I just hope your eyes light up the way they just did when you talk about me one day." Lana smiled at him and checked her watch. "I should go find Gemma. Thank you."

"I didn't do anything." Lana didn't respond. He did a lot more than he realized, and the kindness he spoke with, said a lot more than he even revealed. It was nice to know that her mother was so well liked. Outside of her initial departure of Charming, Lana had yet to hear anything awful about her.

An hour or so later, Lana had caught up with Gemma at the grocery store. She walked alongside her and the two made small talk until Cherry came up and revealed that the ATF had been targeting all the women. Even when Gemma had reassured the girl that it was a scare tactic, it didn't reassure neither Lana nor Cherry that this would blow over quick. Lana needed to keep a low profile at all costs.

Lana watched as Cherry had taken out one of the ATF officers and not more than thirty seconds later be caught and handcuffed. Gemma's disapproval was evident, and Lana followed suit by mimicking the notion when Stahl walked right towards where they were standing.

"Hard to find good help these days." Stahl's pierced lips gave out a devious grin and every part of her body was taunting Gemma.

"I know what you mean." Gemma stepped in front of Lana and leaned in towards Stahl. "That little tart doesn't know anything."

"What about the porn star? We got her in custody too."

"She could probably teach you how to give a great hummer. But something tells me you got that covered."

"I get by." Stahl glanced behind Gemma and when Lana made eye contact with her, she quickly looked away. Stahl was a vulture and Lana could easily become her prey if she wasn't careful.

"Picking off the ones that have the most to lose." Gemma smirks, pushing back just as quick. " Smart. That's how I'd do it."

"Yeah, I've seen you in action." Stahl and Gemma had shared a few more words with one another before she moved on to Lana. Expected, but a small part hoping she'd just leave her alone. "I don't see it."

"See what?" Lana chided, her fists clenching. Everything about this exchange seemed threatening to her. She hated that Stahl had some weird hold over Hale. That she'd been playing into his 'good cop' lifestyle and taking advantage of him. "You gonna try to bully me now too?"

"Not yet." Stahl clapped her hands together and gave her biggest smile. "Ladies," she moved past Gemma and Lana both before stopping in her steps and looking back. Lana knew that look. It was like Stahl had just peed on everything to mark her territory. To let Lana know that she was watching, or that she knew something.

"Bitch."