I figured I would go on ahead and post another chapter. I didn't want to leave you all on a cliffhanger for too long ;)

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Fallon: A Story of the Legacy

Chapter Nine

Dru found her way down the familiar road to the Teller-Morrow Garage. She had discovered all she needed to know from Clay. The son of a bitch hadn't taken the deal from Toric. Good thing he hadn't or he would've found a nasty end very quickly in prison. August Marks had nothing on the people she had in her back pocket in the prison system. Clay would have suffered; not only for betraying the Sons, but also for the murders of J.T. and her father. The fucking piece of shit would've been given a hell of a way to go—slow and painful. Dru would have given them one rule when killing Clay, and that would be to make it as torturous as possible.

Now that she knew Clay's game plan, which was to stay as safe as possible behind bars, she had to make her presence known to the other residents in Charming. Namely SAMCRO.

Dru had gotten rid of the rental car and went to buy a bike from one of the dealerships. She had no idea how long she'd end up staying here to tie up loose ends. She wanted a bike, so she could feel freedom once again what time she was here. She had taken it back to the home she was renting and had performed some much needed alterations to it. It could already fly before. Now, it could fly even faster. A Yamaha Ducati was just her style.

She came to the entrance to the garage and came in there like a bat out of hell. Dru wanted her appearance to be known. No hiding anymore or at least for the time being. She came to a halt as soon as she seen the other motorcycles sitting there beside the doorway into the clubhouse. From the looks of it, they were all here. Dru looked off to the left. 'Gemma is here as well,' she thought with a smirk. 'Well, may the games begin ladies and gentlemen.'

"Clay swears he didn't give Toric anything," Jax told them.

He had gone to that meeting Clay had asked for. The entire time Clay wanted to give him the same sad speech he had given his mother. But Jax knew it was all a lie.

The entire time Jax had felt like he was being watched, and he knew that Toric had been observing. In jail there was no privacy, but it was even worse when you were a Son. He had needed to let Toric know that he wasn't afraid of him, and then threaten him if he came after his wife for that bullshit murder charge. They weren't getting anywhere on trapping SAMCRO, so the authorities were going after the people closest to the club members.

"You believe him?" Tig asked him.

Jax shrugged. "He's supposed to transfer to Stockton this morning. We'll see where he ends up. If he's still in protective custody, he was lying."

"Alright," Tig nodded.

"And if he isn't, he's dead," Chibs remarked.

"Either way, this Marshal is still a problem," Jax continued. "I got no doubt he's already made the Bislak connection to the school shooting."

"Where they are low on guns, Bislak ties are buried," Happy cut in.

"Yeah," Jax agreed. "He's going to come at this any way he can. We got to assume every move we make is being watched. Play it straight. Not even a parking ticket, you understand?" Everyone agreed and nodded their heads.
"Alright, I got to meet Nero in Stockton and sign those new Diosa papers."

Suddenly the doors to church slammed open. The guys reacted by getting in a defensive stance, and each of them pulled out their guns to point it at the doorway.

"You don't need to go anywhere, Jax."

Two visits in one year. It must be a record. They sure hadn't been expecting her though. They were stunned once again at her return. After what happened last time, they honestly didn't think she'd ever be back.

"Put the fucking guns away," she told them. She waved them off and took a seat at the other head of the table. "No need to defend yourselves against little ole' me."

"Dru, what the fuck?!" Jax snapped.

"What?" she shrugged. "Figured I'd come back for a visit. See how all my favorite men are doing."

"You can't just come barging in here like that, Red. We could've shot you," Tig told her once he made it out of his daze.

"Nah. I wasn't worried."

"Dru, what the hell are you doing here? You've been gone another ten months. What is so important now that you felt you had to return again?" Jax asked her.

"Oh, I don't know," Dru mockingly said. "There could be several things that brought me back. I know I said I wasn't going to help you again, but so many interesting things are happening. I just couldn't resist."

"Name one thing, Dru, that is going on that you find so interesting," Jax demanded.

"I can name several. Such as you framing Clay for Pope's murder, or Clay's involvement in Uncle John's death, or Otto killing that nurse, or Tara's connection to Otto killing the nurse," Dru paused for a moment. "There's so many. But what I'm more interested in is the school shooting and the retired U.S. Marshall that came into town who was the nurse's brother."

"Dru, where in the hell are you getting your information?" Chibs asked her in exasperation.

"Don't you worry about that right now, Uncle Chibs. All will be revealed eventually," Dru told her. "But like I said, I'm very interested in the school shooting and Toric."

"Son of a bitch, you even know his fucking name," Tig muttered.

"I do my research," Dru grinned. "The D.A. has a target on your back. They want to pin the school shooting on you so bad they can taste it. What they don't know is that you were actually at fault."

"How the fuck would you know, Dru? Have you forgotten that you disappeared once again?" Jax growled.

"Ten months hasn't changed anything. I still have access to everything you do," Dru told him. "I know about the KG-9's you gave to Nero's crew. I know that it was Nero's cousin who didn't hide his weapon from a nine year old boy. I also know that the nine year old boy was psychologically disturbed. But no one wants to blame a fucked up kid. They want to blame the supplier, which would be you."

"How do you know that one was ours?" Juice asked.

"Oh, come on, Juicy. There were no markings on the gun. That's classic MC gun running rules. It was fully automatic and street converted. That's classic IRA shit," Dru explained.

Jax sighed. "What do you want, Dru?"

She leaned back and relaxed into the chair. "I don't want anything. It's what I want to do for you. I'm going to help you get out of this mess."

"And why should we trust you?" he questioned her. "I mean, you told me months ago that karma was going to come bite me in the ass. Obviously your prediction just came true. This is what you wanted—"

"This is far from what I wanted, Jackson," Dru cut in. "I didn't want this for you or the club. But I knew eventually all the shit that Clay had pulled throughout the years and all of the gun running was going to eventually come back on you. I also know that this was the last thing that you needed at this point, but you're stuck, Jax. There's no way around this one." She paused at she gathered her thoughts. "And as far as trusting me… Once upon a time I was one of the few people you trusted completely. I've never betrayed that trust. I've tried to make sure that you're always okay, and above all, that you stay alive. Because even though I still hate you for what happened to Opie, I cannot live in a world without Jax Teller being a part of it. So, I can't allow you to go to prison, and I sure as hell can't allow you to die. Take it or leave it."

The members at this broken table turned their attention back on their fearless leader. 'Well, not really fearless,' Dru thought, 'he's just determined to do what is right no matter the consequences.' And she thought that was a sign of a good leader. Her dad had believed in doing what's right, and so had John. Maybe once and for all he was finally following in his father's footsteps. If there was anyone who could turn the club around, it was the one and only Jax Teller.

She waited for an answer with baited breath. Dru honestly couldn't believe that she was actually here, in fighting form for SAMCRO. She had promised herself that she would never come back after Opie's funeral, that she was done. Sure, she would still look after them from afar, but she was done taking a major role in helping them. Well, that oath didn't last for long. As soon as Otto had killed that nurse she was right back to doing her thing—research. Hell, she even went and visited the crazy son of a bitch the day after she seen Clay. But the MC didn't need to know that little piece of information just yet. That was going to stay hidden for a bit.

"Fine," Jax acquiesced pulling Dru from her thoughts. "What did you have in mind?"

"You haven't been the only one visiting people," Dru smirked. "I saw Clay before he requested to see you and Gemma."

"What?"

"I went to go see Clay in jail. I had heard through the grapevine that he had a deal in place with Toric. It was just hearsay at this point. So, I decided to check it out for myself. And he's telling you the truth, Jax. He didn't give anything up to Toric, although Toric is pushing him hard to do so."

"Do you know anything about Toric?" Chibs asked her.

She shrugged. "Bits and pieces. But I would rather have the whole story before sharing it."

"What gave you the right to go see Clay without coming to me first?" Jax asked her in anger. Before he even knew that she had returned again, she had already stuck her nose into his business. Dru really had grown a pair.

Dru once again relaxed back into the chair and put her hands behind her head. She wasn't really all that at ease with the line of questioning. Nevertheless, she would answer him. She was done hiding the past, and all the secrets that it entails.

"What gave me the right was because Uncle John wasn't the only member from Redwood Original he killed," Dru paused for dramatic effect. "Clay also killed Dad."

Dru sat at the bar nursing a bottle of whiskey. She had forgone the shot glass. At this point she deserved the full bottle. After telling the crew the sordid details of her father's murder, she had run away from church as quickly as possible. He had died in the same manner that John Teller had died. Clay had been really smart coming up with the idea of making the two leaders of SAMCRO die in vehicular accidents. No one would have suspected foul play.

She heard someone come up behind her. From the hairs standing up on the back of her neck, she knew it was Jax. Even after all this time, Dru could not get rid of the goose bumps that he gave her.

"What do you want, Jax?" she asked him taking another swig of whiskey.

"When did you find out that Clay had Connor killed?" he questioned.

"Around the same time I found out about Opie," Dru answered.

Jax sighed. "Why didn't you tell me about it when you were here last time?"

"Because I was too pissed about you allowing Opie to die. My father's murder wasn't really high on my priority list to be honest," Dru said, "and I hate to say that."

Jax took a seat next to her at the bar. "I know you were pissed about Opie. I felt your hatred ten months ago. You never let me explain, Dru."

"You didn't need to explain. I already knew all the factors that led up to his death at the prison," she replied. "I'm an acquaintance of the warden there."

"An acquaintance? Dru, the warden is dead."

"I know. I ordered the hit."