Thank you sillyname for the most hilarious comment, but I hope 1000 people don't say that it could knock my confidence just a tad! Disclaimer: I own no one; the show is awesome but sadly not mine.

Clay knew that he couldn't bear to go back to his hotel room. The silence and the loneliness it was depressing. So he went back to the only place that had ever made him feel worth anything, well apart from by Gemma's side.

The club house was empty. This wasn't so unusual lately. There was no laughing, no drinking, no partying it up with a bunch of cheap whores; the club had lost its spirit. The brothers all trying to deal with the new order of things and all dealing with their own personal shit.

He poured himself a generous helping of Jack Daniels from the bar and carried his glass through to the meeting room. He looked at the table with its beautiful engravings and despite the fact that he had been shot only inches from it he felt safe. He took his old seat, from when he was president and just stared into space.

A knock on the door startled him.

He looked up and saw Jax's old lady standing in the doorway.

"You know some might consider that completely pathetic" Tara told him as she walked over to him.

"Well I wasn't gonna ask for their opinion" Clay pointed out.

"Take it thing's didn't go so well with Gemma?" she asked.

"She told me to get out" he admitted.

"Good. Finally she sees some sense" Tara smiled.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I knew you'd be here" she answered.

"And what did you want?" he sighed.

"To look at that cut. If left untreated it could cause infection and judging by the fact you're still bleeding you could probably use a few stitches. I've brought some supplies" she said.

He looked at her with astonishment.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I'm a doctor, that's what I do" she told him.

"So you help strangers in the street now too. Wow work must be slow" he smirked.

"Your family" she whispered.

He looked at her and all he saw was Gemma, she had been so young when they had met, her eyes filled with such hope. She saw the club as a family and would have done anything to protect any of them. The years and the heart break had bittered her some but overall that was still how she felt.

"I hate you. I always will. You're part of the club and I will try and help the club when I can, for Jax" Tara told him without making eye contact.

"And Jax knows that you are here does he?" he asked.

"No he'd have happily watched you suffer" she said with obvious cut throat pride.

Another very Gemma like trait he thought to himself.

"Take off your shirt and let's get this sewed up already" she told him.

He did what she said and she treated his wound in silence then left.