Charlie was laying on the roof of Teller-Morrow wearing shorts and a bikini top soaking up all the sun she had been missing in Alaska. It had been a week since she arrived and she figured she had about a month before the bad guys found out where she was. So far the plan was for her to bunker down at the club house and wait for them to catch up, then send a message back to the big bad when they did. Bobby tried to convince her to relax but being paranoid was how she lived this long. That's why she liked the roof. They'd think she was working on her tan and she could watch for cars that passed by a little too often.

It had been weird at first, Charlie hadn't been especially social before everything happened but between staying in the boonies and usually having a huge language barrier between her and whoever she was trying to talk to, she had lost all talent for interpersonal communication. A few nights and a lot of booze had broken the ice though. Playing 'I never' with a group of outlaw bikers was interesting to say the least.

Charlie watched the boys work on cars and screw around from her perch. How they could go from hardened killers to overgrown children amazed her. It felt like she was stuck in survival mode, always eyeing exits, always second guessing motives. Even with Clay and Bobby assuring her they would be able to help, she didn't dare get to comfortable.

"Oi! Everybody in Church!" Chibs yelled. "Where's miss muffet?"

Suddenly Charlie was being sprayed with icy cold water. "Sitting on her tuffet!" Tig shouted.

"HEY!" Charlie scrambled in through her window and made a mental note to wake Tig up with a bucket of water next time she got the chance.

'That fucker…' Charlie dried her face, pulled on a t shirt and jogged down to the chapel.

"We know who and what you saw!" Juice announced. "Well the 'what' was pretty obvious but you know…specifics."

"It's a group out of the Caribbean that gathers up street kids for…" Juice looked green, he hadn't liked doing this research. "…you know. They call themselves 'The Affiliation'. They aren't too big but they've got money, catering to the richer sickos out there."

Charlie nodded. A name to put behind the gun, finally.

"The patches you saw marked them as part of a mercenary organization, army for hire in the truest sense, they don't have any scruples."

"Now I haven't found anything out that ties them to explicitly trying to kill you but Chibs says-"

"They've put a hit out on you love. Not a fortune but quite the payday. Any head hunter that recognizes you is likely to take a shot."

"I had thought they just had a couple men following me somehow so I never got on a computer or use phones if I could help it, but that makes more sense. The attempts always happened if I stayed in a city too long." Charlie leaned back, relieved. All this time not knowing if she was being chased or not and running blind, finally the pieces were coming together.

"If you had used phones and email they would have found you faster. Not using them probably saved your life." Juice replied. Charlie nodded and shuddered.

"So you tied them to the pictures, will the feds be able to?"

Clay looked at her surprised. "You realize if we involve the feds in this, retaliation won't be an option. They'll be on us like the clap on one of Tigs whores."

Charlie looked at Bobby and he looked at her. "My sister is dead. Those kids are alive. We can do something for them."

The sons all nodded. Jax especially. Charlie smiled, ever the knight in shining armor.

"So what now?"

Tig's turn. "The first thing we need to do is get the head hunters off your back. We can't exactly call up these people and tell them to call it off so we fake your death and send them the proof."

"What kind of proof?"

Tig and Chibs exchanged a look. "A news clipping love, I'm afraid the bomb won't leave much behind. Of you or your bike."

Charlie paled. "I know you're talking about the Ducati."

"Sorry darling, they know the Indian best."

Charlie groaned and put her face in her hands. "That bike got me from Shanghai to Mali! And now you want me to blow him up??"

"We'll give him a good send off love. I promise. There'll be fireworks!" Charlie looked at him darkly.

"Cute, real cute." Charlie took a key from the thin chain around her neck and tossed it to Chibs. "It's in a storage lot in Seattle."

"Alright then, I'll call Happy." Everyone got up and started leaving.

"Well wait, what do I do?" Charlie looked around.

"You stay here and out of sight, Gemma's bringing over a friend to give you a make-over tonight."

Charlie made a face. "It'd no good to kill you only for ya to be seen out shopping in broad daylight love."

A/N It's short! Sorry! I need suggestions! Criticism! Who do you want to see more of?