A/N: Thanks to my reviewers.


Chapter 9: Silver Bullet

"Jax, do you care to explain to me what the hell that was with that blonde yesterday?" Jaz asked her brother as they packed up their bikes to head back home.

"I swear on my patch that nothing happened, Jaz. I'm a whore, but I'm not a complete bastard. I wouldn't do that after I just slept with Tara." Jax pushed his hair back from his face.

"Forgive me if I don't exactly believe you when it comes to anything that has to do with your dick. You think with it entirely too much and the consequences be damned." Jaz reminded him.

"Believe what you want to believe, Jaz. I'm not the one with multiple sex partners lined up within the club right now." Jax retorted.

"I can't tell you the last time that I had sex with Happy that's how long it's been. Nate and I are on again off again more than even I can keep track of. And I don't sleep with Juice near as often as anyone seems to think that I do." She informed him.

"I was being the good guy for a change, Jaz. Her boyfriend had his hands on her in an abusive manner. I stepped in and I took care of it that was all. I would expect you to have a little more faith in me than that. Like I know that you're not the slut that Gemma seems to believe you are." He snorted.

"Ok, you're right, I'm sorry. We just need to get back to Charming and get some money together. The Niners are wanting a bigger shipment of weapons next time and we don't have the money to cover it right now. Bobby and I had a good long talk about it since we seem to be the only two who know how to engage our brains. I've gotta go talk to Unser when we get back and then we have that bareknuckle boxing match that we can make some money off of if we get our guy to take the fall." Jaz thought out loud. It was her job to keep everything from falling apart when the guys got absorbed in other shit.

"Agreed, we will do what we've gotta do to round up the cash. But at some point you and I are gonna talk about what the fuck you were thinking when you decided it would be a good idea to get a divorce." Jax told her bluntly.

"How'd you know about that?" Jaz asked.

"I've got a sexy smile and bad boy look. It doesn't take much more than that to get information out of some of the court clerks. Clay is gonna shit a fucking brick when he finds out about this just so you know. Though I'm sure you were already aware of that." He climbed on to his bike.

"It was time, Jax. I couldn't do it anymore. They got their heir and their future president as far as they are concerned I lived up to my end of the bargain." She replied.

"Like you said as far as they know. What happens if they figure out that he isn't Hap's kid? Worse than that what happens if Dubois figures out you had his kid and kept him from him? He's the king of the swamp drug trade he won't hesitate to kill you." He tried to reason with her.

"First of all I was fifteen he was what? Twenty-five or twenty-six. He's not gonna be real quick to wanna lay claim to that. Besides he might not be Julian's either." She whispered.

"Jesus, Jaz, who does that leave then?" He asked. He never thought that his sister had that many baby daddy candidates.

"Roy it leaves Roy. He looks too much like me and dad for me to be able to say for sure either way. But, like I've always said he would have to be Julian's we were together multiple times over the course of a weekend. I was only with Roy one time. Besides I want him to be the father too badly for it not to be Julian." She kept her voice low. Pain sparked behind her eyes as she spoke about her first love in contrast to the man who probably had fathered her son.

"Thank God, he looks that much like you or we would be in some serious shit with the Irish. They already aren't gonna be pleased that you divorced Happy." He shook his head and started his bike.

"Don't I know it." She agreed and started up her bike as well.


"Well, if it isn't one of my favorite Teller women." Chief of Police Wayne Unser greeted Jaz when she walked into the station.

"Cut the bullshit, Uncle Wayne, we both know that my mom is your favorite Teller woman." Jaz replied. She had changed out of her motorcycle gear and into a pants suit. If she went into the police station looking like a lawyer she was less likely to arouse suspicions.

"Jaz, hey," Deputy Chief David Hale gave her a goofy smile. He'd always had a thing for Tara, but seeing that she was so struck on Jax he had set his sights on the other Teller twin.

"Hey, David." Jaz gave him her best charming smile. She knew that once Unser retired her connection to Hale was going to be crucial to the MC if she couldn't get them to go legit in time.

"What can I do for you today?" Unser asked her.

"Can we go in your office and talk for a minute? It's important." She asked him politely.

"Of course. I've always got time for you." Wayne assured her. "Hale, anything major comes up let me know. Unless terrorists are marching down main street don't bother me." He told his deputy.

"Whatever you say, boss." Hale agreed.

Wayne led Jaz back to his office. "Now, why don't you tell me what I can for you? I know you're wearing your lawyer clothes, but you're flying your Samcro colors."

"Ok, I'll be frank with you. We need more work. We need to run more protection details for you. We are having a cash flow problem at the moment. We are having to get a little creative to come up with money right now." She leveled with him.

"Consider it done. Whatever you need you've got you know that. Just so long as your guys keep up their end of the bargain I'll keep up my end." He agreed.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Uncle Wayne." She shook his hand to seal the deal.


Samcro had fallen on hard times before there was the huge clubhouse bust that had led to most of the members serving time for gun running. And then there had been the Mayan wars and the wars with the Niners. The pickle they found themselves in now paled in comparison to all of that though. Somehow they had managed to bungle a hit on a port authority commissioner and that was after Half Sack lost them a shit ton of money by winning a fight he was supposed to lose. They were really between a rock and a hard place right now.

They sat around the chapel trying to decide exactly what to do about their problem when a whole armada of federal agents swarmed in to raid the club house.

"What the hell is this? You can't just bust in here like this." Jaz jumped up to her feet. She said a silent prayer of thank that JT was in school and not here for this.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Clay demanded.

"Agent June Stahl with the ATF. I have a warrant here that says I can tear this whole place apart and haul all of you in for questioning." Stahl flashed them her search warrant.

"Let me see it." Jaz held her hand out. She took the warrant and studied it.

"That must make you Jacqueline Teller or I'm sorry you go by Jaz. You're the lawyer and the only convicted felon not in this room right now." Stahl's voice held a hint of challenge to it.

"Not one word guys. The only thing you have to say is I want my lawyer." Jaz advised them. Their runaway mouths could get them all into a world of shit if they weren't careful.

"We're going to need you to come down to the station for questioning too. Stahl informed her.

"Then the only thing I have to say to you is I want my lawyer." Jaz didn't back down from her.

In the aftermath of everything Bobby was the only one held in custody for the killing of the port authority agent. Now Clay was convinced that they had a rat in their midst's and he was leaving no stone unturned. Right now he was concentrating on Opie whose debts had all been paid off and who had disappeared into federal custody the longest out of any of them. Tig found a bug in Opie's truck and became convinced that he was indeed the rat. Clay ordered that he put a hit out on Opie and for him to make it look ghetto so it could be pinned on the One-Niners.


"JT, do you want to hold your cousin?" Jaz held Abel in her arms and walked over to her son. They were having a welcome home party for him because he'd just been released from the hospital.

"Do I really want to? No. But, will I? Absolutely." JT held his arms out for the baby. "Hey, Abel, you remember your old buddy JT. I came to visit you all the time in the hospital. So, listen kid, I figure I don't have any siblings and you don't have any siblings, so you can think of me as your big brother and I'll protect you just like you're my little brother."

"Have I ever told you how hot you look holdin' a baby in your arms?" Nate got Jaz cornered and whispered in her ear.

"Dream on, Bishop, I had my one and only and he's sitting there holding his baby cousin right now." Jaz grinned at him slightly. She looked around to make sure that no one was listening before she whispered. "But, for the right guy I might be able to be persuaded to give this motherhood thing another go."

"Just let me know when." He smirked.

"Who said anything about you being the right guy?" She teased him lightly.

"Let me guess you're savin' yourself for Juice." He teased right back.

"That would be a no. He's not father material. I happen to know a guy who is though." She took his hand and kissed his knuckles quickly.

"As much as I hate to interrupt where this conversation is goin'. Is that somethin' we should be worried 'bout?" He pointed with his eyes to where Wendy stood glaring at Jax and Tara together.

"Let me go take care of that. I have some words I need to have with that junkie bitch." She walked over to where Wendy stood.

"Jaz," Wendy nodded her head politely.

"Wendy, what the fuck are you even doing here? Haven't you done enough damage already? He barely survived because of you and he was born addicted to meth." Jaz didn't mince her words.

"He's still my son." Wendy argued with her.

"But he will never call you mommy. Not as long as I'm drawing breath and have anything to say about it. A court already ruled that he was better off with Jax." Jaz reminded her.

"Says the woman who did such a bang up job with her own son. Barely fifteen and already a gun toting prospect. You must be so proud of him for following in your footsteps like that." Wendy shot back.

"I've always taken care of my kid, Wendy. I may not have always been the best mother, but I've always done what's in his best interests. At least if he's hanging around the MC I can keep an eye on him and I know he isn't off consorting with the likes of Darby." Jaz gave back just as good as she got. She smirked as Wendy's face fell from seeing Tara kiss Jax. "You know, I don't think I really need to say anymore than what that kiss just said. You were a placeholder, Wendy. You should just accept that and move on." She walked away before the woman could reply.

"You are such a bitch when you want to be. I've taught you very well, my girl." Gemma wrapped her arm around her daughter's shoulders.

"I guess I did learn from the best. I wouldn't have to be such a bitch if people didn't fuck with me." Jaz shrugged her shoulders.

"So, he's the one, huh?" Gemma nodded towards Nate.

"I wouldn't use those words exactly, but he is one of the good ones. He can handle my bullshit. I guess I can't ask for much more than that." Jaz replied.

"I heard that you divorced Happy." Gemma said like she was just trying to make conversation instead of pry.

"I'll tell you like I told Jax. It was time. We were married on paper only. We haven't been husband and wife in a very long time if we ever really were." Jaz admitted.

"You may not believe it because of the way I ride your ass constantly, but I only want you to be happy. If that God forsaken Texan makes you happy you need to see if you can make it work." Gemma advised her.

"Thanks, for the advice, Ma, but I don't think women like me are meant for that fairytale happily ever after bullshit." Jaz retorted.

"Sometimes that's all you can ask for is a guy that can handle your bullshit and roll with the punches with you." Gemma told her wisely.

"Is that why you married Clay? Or was that just a power grab? I only ask because you pretty much accused me of marrying Hap for the same reason." Jaz had one acidic tongue when she wanted to.

"Honestly, it was a little bit of both. After I met and fell in love with John that's all I knew and Clay was his best friend he was a good choice he understood the complexities of what made me who I am. And I didn't want to give up the power of being the Queen of Samcro." Gemma gave her a pretty honest answer. "Now, I get to ask you a question. Would you have had less of a problem with me marrying Clay and been less resistant of him had your father and I divorced rather than if he'd died?"

Jaz ran her hands over her face. "I don't know that I have an answer for you that is gonna make any sense. I think part of the reason I've been so resistant of Clay is that he stepped into my father's place like he never existed or mattered to anyone. Clay and I have our own set of issues that go beyond that anyway. You love him, he's good to you, Jax, and JT, so I tolerate him. I try to keep that contempt from coming through. Cause, damned if I don't love him for being a good grandpa to JT."

"Jacqueline, look at me." Gemma took her daughter's face in her hands gently. She rarely called her by her given name. "JT mattered everyone still feels his loss everyday. John mattered to me I loved him more than life. The easiest way for me to explain this to you is there was John before Tommy and then John after we lost Tommy. He wasn't the same man anymore I loved him, but I wasn't in love with him anymore. You are very much John Teller's daughter though. All parts of him I fell in love with I see in you everyday. That's why I'm so hard on you. I know you're destined to be as great as he was. If there's any woman who can get that gavel in her hands it's you. JT is the spitting image of his grandfather. Sometimes I have to blink just to make sure I didn't go back in time thirty years when I'm looking at him."

"That's a fair enough answer I can accept that. If you could take JT for the night that would be great. I'm gonna get out of here. I think I'm gonna take your advice about that Texan we were just talking nothing else I'll get some pretty great sex out of the deal." Jaz gave her a small smile.

"You know that I'd love to have him. I miss that little shit head like crazy. I hope whatever shit you've got kickin' around up in your head settles down soon so you can find some peace. Like I said you're John Teller's daughter in every way and seeing that unsettled look in your eyes that he had in his there at the end scares me. I can't lose you." Gemma told her.

"Thanks, Gemma, I hope so too." Jaz walked away from her mother. That was the most open and nicest conversation they'd had in she couldn't remember when. She gestured with her eyes for Nate to follow her.


"Jaz, don't you dare answer that damn thing. Let it ring." Nate begged her as they lay tangled up in her sheets.

"I've gotta answer it. It could be club business or it could be a client. In case you've forgotten I do actually have clients. I am a practicing lawyer for the sake of my cover." Jaz pressed a kiss to his chest and rolled over to answer her phone. "Teller," She barked into the phone. She sat straight up with just a sheet covering her chest when she heard what her caller had to say. "No, don't worry about it I'll be right there." She got out of bed and started dressing in her motorcycle gear.

"Jaz, what's going on?" He asked.

"Get up and put your colors on. Someone executed a hit on Donna tonight. They shot her in the back of the head execution style. I've got to get down to the scene and make sure the guys don't do anything to make it any worse. We've just got Kohn off our asses the last thing I need is them interfering in a murder investigation."

By the time that Jaz and Nate got down to the crime scene Donna's body laid out on the pavement covered by a white sheet. Opie cradled her body in his arms crying like a baby.

"Jaz, you've got to get him to let go so we can do our job. If anybody can talk him down right now it's you. For whatever reason those guys all listen to you that's why I had them call you. I didn't know what else to do." Hale pulled her aside to talk to her.

"I'll take care of it, David. Just promise me your best work on this. Donna is family." Jaz replied.

"Of course," Hale assured her.

As Jaz walked away she caught a snippet of his conversation with Stahl.

"Just so you know this blood is on your hands." Hale told Stahl.

Jaz put that out of her mind for the moment. Right now her concern was for her friend. She put a comforting hand on Opie's shoulder. "Op, you've gotta let go so the police can do their job. I know that it hurts like hell. I know that you feel like you wanna curl up and die beside her, but you can't do that. You have two kids that need you to be strong for them right now. There's nothing more that you can do for her now. I promise you that we are gonna get who did this and we are gonna make them pay, brother." She squeezed his shoulder firmly to help ground him to reality.

"It should have been me, Jaz, it should have been me. She was so good and so pure. I took her car to drop the kids off. If I had just taken the truck then she would still be here." Opie looked up with tears streaming down his face.

"Look at me, Opie, and believe me when I say this. We will get these bastards and we will make them pay. Happy will make them pay." Jaz swore to him.

Opie nodded his head. "Ok," he let go of his wife's body and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Jaz snapped her fingers and pointed at Juice and Nate. "Take him home and watch him closely. Don't let him out of your sight. Piney will be by to help."

"Where you gonna be?" Nate drawled. He really needed to be more careful when it came to showing his concern for her. She was the Speaker he answered to her not the other way around.

"I have some things that I need to take care I will get in touch with you two later." Jaz's mind was working out the puzzle of what had happened as she talked to the two men.

"Whatever you need, Jaz." Juice agreed readily. He was her loyal little lap dog and would do whatever she asked of him.

"Hale, a word please." Jaz requested an audience with the deputy chief.

"What is it, Jaz?" Hale asked.

"Any information you get on this make sure that it gets to me before it gets to one of those hotheads. I'm the only one who can keep this from turning into an even bigger tragedy than it already is." Jaz leveled with him.

"I'll do what I can. I know that you're the only one who can keep this situation under control." Hale acknowledged.

"Alright, that's all I ask." Jaz walked away and got into her truck. She drove down the street a little way before she pulled off to the side of the road and punched her steering wheel as hard as she could repeatedly.

She didn't have to be a star investigator to figure out that her own MC was responsible for Donna's death. If she had to guess she would say that Tig had carried out the hit on Clay's orders only the target was supposed to have been Opie. Stahl had set him up to make him look like a rat and had ended up getting Donna killed in the crossfire. That meant that there had to be an actual witness out there and she had to figure out who it was before the club did. If she didn't then that blood would be on her hands and she didn't think she'd be able to live with that.


Juice and Nate sat on Opie's couch each of them with a beer in his hand. They were there to make sure he didn't try to sneak out of the house. Piney was sitting in his bedroom to make sure he didn't do anything stupid.

"So, you and Jaz used to be a thing?" Juice asked to make conversation.

"Yeah, we were a thing. We were a pretty serious thing, but nothin' was ever gonna come out of it. I guess that's why she moved on to the thing she's got with you." Nate retorted. The young tech officer had no idea the half of what had gone down between him and Jaz.

"Jaz and I don't really have a thing. We just use each other for sex sometimes. I guess she gets lonely and I'm the first available warm body." Juice shrugged his shoulders. He could admit that even though he had feelings for Jaz she didn't return those feelings at all.

"That is one complicated woman. I will tell you that much. It takes a special kind of man to deal with her." Nate almost issued a challenge.

"Look, if this is your way of telling me to back off consider this me taking a step back. I'm not gonna get in between whatever it is you two have. I would have never gone there had I known she was married to Happy. That is one scary son of a bitch." Juice could take the hint. He'd heard Nate's veiled message loud and clear.

"I'd never tell anyone what to do regardin' Jaz. She'd kill me if I even thought 'bout it. But what we had it was damn near perfect. The war just went and messed it up for us." Nate replied, but there was a coolness in his eyes.


Jaz and Jax had both apparently come to the same conclusion about what had really happened to Donna independently, because they met up outside the safe house where the witness to the port authority agent's murder was being kept.

"What are you doing here, Jaz? This is normally the part the keep yourself out of." Jax asked.

"This time I had to involve myself. She's a teenager, Jax. I can't let them kill her. What happened to Donna wasn't her fault. That's on Clay and Tig and Stahl. An innocent kid shouldn't go down for that. She's not much older than I was when I did the things that I did for the club. Unlike me she can still be saved." Jaz replied. It hadn't taken much digging through her federal contacts to find out where that there was a witness and where she was being kept.

"Then we are in agreement. We are gonna go in there and stop those crazy bastards from doing something that they are gonna regret." Jax nodded his head.

When the Teller twins entered the house there was a black teenage girl down on her knees with tears streaming down her face. Tig stood behind her with a gun pointed at the back of her head.

"Tig, put the damn gun down and back away." Jax pointed his gun at Tig.

"Jackie Boy, what are you doing?" Chibs asked him.

Jaz took her wallet out and pulled five hundred dollars out of it. She pressed it into the young woman's hand. "Take that and run. You run as far and as fast as you can and you never look back. Do you understand me? You come back here and I promise you that they will finish what they started here tonight." She got the girl out of there while Jax had Tig distracted.

"Jaz, get the rest of them out of here. Tig and I need to have a word." Jax snarled.

"Come on, guys. We need too get out of here and let these two hash whatever it is out. This is between them. They are both gonna walk out of here alive. We are gonna go get a well earned drink before we have to go bury our friend's wife in the morning." Jaz surprisingly got the surly group of men to listen to her and they left her brother alone with Tig for the two of them to settle their differences.

The next time Jaz saw her brother was at Donna's funeral the next morning. He emerged from among the tombstones wearing his blue Reaper Crew t-shirt with his cut absent as he walked up as the preacher spoke. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he had spent the night with his father and brother's tombstones. Tara stood up and put his cut on him and then slipped her hand in his. Jaz could barely suppress her smile. She knew that meant that the two of them were officially back together.


That night Jaz and Tara decided to hit one of the local bars to decompress just the two of them. Even as masculine as Jaz could be at times she still needed girl time every now and then.

"Christ that was fucking brutal." Tara downed a shot of tequila.

"You're telling me. Seeing Opie cradle her in his arms like that is an image that isn't gonna leave my head for a long time and I already have some pretty dark shit kicking around up there. That should tell you how bad it was." Jaz downed a double bourbon like it was water.

"You know there are things that they can do for your PTSD right?" Tara ordered them another round.

"Shrinks and meds aren't for Tellers. We handle our shit our own way. I'll get right with it. Just like I've always gotten right with everything else." Jaz assured her. She downed her fresh drink as quickly as she had the first.

"Yeah with bourbon and Vicodin." Tara did her shot and signaled for another round.

"At least you know me well. And you know I don't take that Vicodin unless I can barely fucking move. When that convey hit that IED it fucked me up pretty good." Jaz cracked her neck. She gave this drink the same treatment she'd given the first two.

"Jesus Christ, Jaz, you drink that shit like normal people drink water. And I know you don't take the Vicodin unless you absolutely have to." Tara went ahead and ordered them another round.

"To me it is like water. I drink nine-year-old single barrel bourbon. It goes down smooth, but it doesn't always come back up so smoothly." Jaz cringed at the thought of puking up whiskey.

"At least the woman still remembers what I taught her about drinkin' whiskey." A voice from their past said from behind them.

Jaz craned her neck to look at a stocky man with curly black hair and hazel eyes. His skin was perpetually the right shade of tan. "Good whiskey should never be messed up with ice or water or God forbid made into a mixed drink." She smiled so that her eyes danced.

"Jacqueline Teller, it is good to see you, girl." He grinned broadly and held his arms open to her.

"Royal Flannery, it's been way too long." Jaz stood and went into his arms and allowed him to pull her into a tight embrace. She hadn't seen him in probably fifteen years.

"Thanks for saying hi to me too, Roy." Tara quipped sarcastically.

"Hi, Tara, how's it goin'?" Roy asked. Despite his Irish last name his accent was an odd mix of southern and Cajun.

"Roy, what are you doing back in Charming?" Jaz was unable to keep the goofy grin off of her face. Part of it was due to the alcohol and the other part of it was due to the fact that he had been her first love and she'd never truly stopped loving him. They'd just been forced apart when she had to marry Happy. He was also one of the candidates for JT's father.

"I could be real smooth and say I came back to see about this girl that I know who has my heart and never gave it back. Or I can tell the truth and say that it's work related. But, for the sake of my manly pride I'll tell you it's a little bit of both." Roy bit his lip sexily.

"Just what Jaz needs another of her lovers in this town. Pretty soon there will be enough of you to start your own club." Tara spouted off and did a shot.

Roy's eyes searched Jaz's left ring finger and they lit up when he saw that it was bare. "Looks like you ditched the husband." He went on a fishing expedition to see if his guess was right before he let himself get too excited.

"Yeah, I ditched the husband a long time ago. I'm better off single." Jaz played coy with him. It wouldn't take much talking on his part to get her into his bed. She didn't even feel bad for thinking that. They never got the closure that they needed. She wasn't sober enough for her heart to be torn between him and Nate at the moment. In the morning she would berate herself for that.

"In that case you have to let me buy you two ladies a drink." Roy took a seat on the stool next to Jaz without waiting for an invitation. "Bartender give me two more whiskeys and one of whatever the other lady is drinkin'." He waited until they all had their drinks to propose a toast. "To old friends the best kind of friends a guy can have." They all downed their drinks.

Back in the day Jaz, Roy, Jax, and Tara had been pretty inseparable. They got into all kinds of trouble together. Roy was the only guy that Jax had ever really approved of when it came to her.

Before Jaz knew it she and Roy were slow dancing to Please Come to Boston. She turned off the part of her brain that kept telling her not to go there with him it was better to leave the past in the past. After all he was Julian Dubois' nephew. If she let him get too close to her she could jeopardize her son's safety. But, she would be damned if staring into Roy's face for the first time in fifteen years she didn't see parts of her son looking back at her. That could have just been wishful thinking on her part though. The only thing was that Julian and Roy looked nothing alike. So, whichever one of them JT resembled more closely had to be his father.

"It was really great to see you again, Jaz. I hope I get to see you again soon." Roy had insisted on waiting outside with her and Tara while they waited for Nate to come pick them up. He'd even picked up their rather sizable bar tab for them.

"If you're gonna be sticking around Charming you can count on seeing me again." Jaz reached up and kissed him full force on the mouth before she could stop herself. She pulled away quickly though, because she was sober enough to know that she liked kissing him entirely too much.

"Jaz, I'm not even sober yet and you're already giving me a hangover." Tara groaned and rubbed her forehead. She couldn't keep up with her best friend and her men. Not that she had any room to talk given the fact that Jax had just killed an ATF agent for her, but really he hadn't had much of a choice. Kohn would have just kept coming after her.

Nate finally pulled up five minutes later. "Oh, boy, you two are gonna be fun in the mornin'." He laughed and shook his head.

"I will leave them in your care and call a cab for myself now." Roy took a step back when he saw how Nate held Jaz around the waist possessively.

"Thanks, for takin' care of them. This one can hold her own even drunk, but I really rather not pick her up from the jail." Nate indicated Jaz.

"No problem at all. They are very old, very dear friends of mine." Roy assured him.

"Nate Bishop," Nate offered him his hand. He had no idea that he was being friendly with the competition.

"Roy Flannery," Roy shook his hand. He discreetly sized Nate up to see what he was up against. He hadn't just been trying to be charming when he told Jaz that she still had his heart.

"Old friend or not. I owe you for takin' care of my girl. You ever need anythin' stop by Teller Morrow and ask for me." Nate nodded his head at him as he got behind the wheel of his truck after helping the girls in.

"I'll keep that in mind. It was nice to meet you." Roy replied politely.

"Nice to meet you too." Nate waved as he drove off.


A/N: Here is the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I glossed over most of season one to get to the heart of the story. The meaty parts of this story lie in seasons two and three and again I'm just using them as guidelines and not just plugging my character in. Those of you who have stuck with me and like this are gonna like the stuff that's coming up. So, Jaz has yet another candidate for a love interest. Happy doesn't really count they are more friends that care deeply for each other than anything. Nate and Roy are the two main contenders for her heart. Don't worry more information is coming about Julian as well that's why I had to get to season two. He plays a big part. That's the other big question is Julian or Roy JT's father? At this point I don't even know. Until next time please review.