A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers.

Chapter 10: First Blood

Three pictures sat in the middle of the coffee table. The picture in the middle was of JT the picture to the right of his was of Roy when he was around his age and the picture on the left was of Julian as a younger man. Jaz studied the pictures intently hoping that something would jump out at her. Roy had gotten his looks from his father and Julian was his mother's brother. So, if JT in any way resembled Roy's darker features then he had to be Roy's son and not Julian's. But then again she wanted him to be Roy's to badly for Roy to actually be the father. Besides, she didn't even know how she'd begin to explain that to him. Somehow 'hey, Roy, remember that one time we were together fifteen years ago? Not really? Me either, well the thing is we made a baby together.' Or it might be worse to have to explain to him that she'd slept with his uncle and he'd fathered her son.

Actually she could live without knowing which one of them had fathered her son. If she didn't have proof that he wasn't Happy's laying around then no one could use that to hurt her. Or more accurately no one could use it to hurt JT. She'd had fifteen years to live with the mystery of who his father was and she'd come to terms with it. What bothered her more were the feelings that being around Roy again had stirred up. She'd been so sure that she was ready to settle down and start a life with Nate once this was all over with and now that was up in the air again.

If he could tell that her mind was on other things or that he wasn't the one she was thinking about when they had sex he didn't let on. Really and truly she and Nate weren't even actually together and it was better that way. They used each other for sex, sure there were deeper feelings there. Sometimes she got the feeling that they had had their shot and missed it by a mile. She'd never been completely honest with him about JT and she never would be if she could help it. Her son's safety had to come before anything and that included her own happiness.

Maybe she had done a damn fool thing by divorcing Happy. At least when they'd been married she'd had that to hide behind like shield. It kept suitors at bay and it had kept things from getting too serious. A relationship couldn't go anywhere when one of the parties involved was married. She took a deep breath and ran her hands over her face. She was starting to drive herself crazy with the what ifs and the maybes. There were ways for her to know things for sure, but she didn't know if she wanted to do that either. It would make it all too real for her and didn't think that she could handle that. Instead she decided to take the coward's way out and keep her head buried in the sand.

"You know there's this nifty little thing called a DNA test? If you would just have one run, you wouldn't have to sit there and stare at the same three pictures all the time and try to decide who JT looks like. And here's an even more novel concept your best friend just so happens to be a doctor and could do this for you without anyone ever finding out." Tara said from over her shoulder.

"Don't you have something else that you could be doing right now like doctoring someone or fucking my brother?" Jaz bit back sarcastically.

"My shift doesn't start until later and Jax is already down at TM working. That leaves me free to get you to talk about things you rather not talk about." Tara sat down beside her on the couch.

"I don't want the damn DNA test, Tara. If I have that then there is proof that he's not Hap's and that will just start a war. I mean he has to be Julian's right? I know it only takes one time, but I was with Julian multiple times. I did it to hurt Roy because instead of sticking it out with me he just turned his back on me and walked away when I said I had to marry Happy. It would be cosmic justice somehow if he were Julian's son." Jaz rambled on.

"Truthfully looking at these pictures I can't even tell. The boy is the spitting image of your father. If I had to go by facial expressions alone I've always seen Roy there. It wouldn't be that hard to get a sample of his DNA. As for cosmic justice it doesn't really work that way. You're not a horrible person who deserves to have bad things happen to her." Tara reasoned with her.

"I said I don't want the damn test. Maybe one day when JT's older and he's either out of the life for good or has the gavel in his hands he can have it done, but until then not knowing keeps him safe. Julian being his father keeps him safe from the Irish because they aren't gonna fuck with him. It also keeps him safe from the club. Who as far as anyone other than, Jax, Hap, or myself knows he is Happy's son. If he's Roy's son it opens a whole can of worms that shouldn't be delved into." Jaz sighed.

"Ok, no DNA test. We will keep him safe just like we have his whole life. Nothing is gonna happen to that boy, Jaz. There are too many people that someone would have to get through if they even wanted to try. First and foremost is Gemma. Do you honestly think she's gonna let anything happen to her beloved grandson without doing something to try to stop it?" Tara backed off.

"I know it's just I'm his mother and I worry probably more than I should sometimes. And had Gemma worried a little more about me then maybe I wouldn't be in this mess right now. I love my mother and I know that she loves me, but she didn't protect me. The revolving door of lovers that is on me, but the shit that happened before that I blame Gemma almost as much as I blame Clay." Jaz admitted.

Tara was going to reply, but her pager went off at the same time Jaz's phone rang.

"Hospital emergency,"

"Lawyer emergency," They both spoke at the same time.

"This talk is to be continued later. Don't think I'm letting you off the hook that easily." Tara warned her.

"I know better than that. I know that this talk is happening whether I want it to or not." Jaz got up and went to go get dressed.

"Jaz, I'm glad that you could make it in on such short notice. We didn't know who else to call and this guy had your card in his wallet." Wayne greeted her as soon as she set foot in the police station.

"Who is it and where is he?" Jaz asked with a resigned sigh.

"I'll just take you to him right now. If he weren't a local and a good boy I wouldn't have wasted the call on you." Unser led her to the interrogation room where Hale had Roy handcuffed to the table.

"Flannery, make this easy on yourself and just admit that you were drunk when you wrapped your truck around that tree." Hale went at him like a pitbull.

"Roy, don't say one word." Jaz barked at him. The truth of the matter was he probably was drunk, but good luck proving that after so many hours in lockup.

"On the advice of my lawyer I have nothing to say." Roy said.

"Do you have anything solid on my client or are you just holding him for the hell of it?" Jaz addressed that question at Hale.

"No we just have a firm suspicion that he was drunk and he wrapped his truck around a tree." Hale replied.

"Do you have a blood test or a Breathalyzer to confirm this?" Jaz asked him.

"Well, no. We found the truck and then we found him in a bar." Hale replied.

"So in other words you have nothing to hold my client on. You didn't do a blood test or a Breathalyzer. The fact that you found him in a bar after the fact has no bearings on the fact that he had a wreck. Unless he is under arrest or being detained he's going to walk out of here now." Jaz said firmly.

"You heard the lady, Hale. Cut him loose. We will get him next time." Unser ordered.

Hale sighed loudly and undid the handcuffs around Roy's wrists. He gave the other man a look of disdain. He'd lost Tara to Jax and Jaz to Roy. "Consider yourself lucky this is your one get out of jail free card. If they deputies hadn't fucked up you'd be looking at a DWI as well as drunk and disorderly conduct."

"Come on, Roy. I'll take you by TM I'm sure that's the emergency that Jax got called in on earlier. I'll drop you off and then I'll head into the office." Jaz gestured for him to follow after her.

Roy rubbed the circulation back into his wrists and smirked at Hale. "Looks like you lose again, Davey Boy. You never could stand it could you? That she picked me over you? That I was the one she wanted?"

"Roy, knock it off." Jaz warned him.

"And yet she still married a biker over you. Looks like you didn't win either." Hale leaned across the table.

"Flannery, I said move your ass now!" Jaz barked at him.

Roy followed her out of the room with a huge smirk on his face. "Have I ever told you how hot you are when you get all fired up like that?"

She waited until they were in the parking lot and then she hauled off and punched him in the shoulder.

"Ow, the fuck was that for?" He rubbed his shoulder.

"You know damn well what that was for. First off you don't antagonize the deputy chief of police. Second of all you don't talk about me like I'm so prize to be won, now get in the damn truck." She climbed behind the wheel and waited for him to get in the passenger seat.

They drove to the Teller Morrow compound in silence. There was nothing more for her to say and there was nothing that he could say that wouldn't get him into deeper shit with her. He got out of the truck and nodded his thanks for the ride. She took off without acknowledging him.

Roy sauntered into the garage like he belonged there. Truthfully he did, before things with him and Jaz had gone to hell he'd worked there. "Who I gotta see 'round here 'bout gettin' my truck fixed?"

"Flannery, what the fuck are you doing back in town?" Jax crawled out from underneath his truck with a huge smile on his face.

"I have some business to take care of. I ran into your sister and your old lady the other night and we had more than a few drinks together." Roy and Jax embraced tightly.

"You're the one I have to thank for the horrible mood that Tara was in the next morning. I should have known. You and Jaz drink whiskey like water and then you feed Tara shots and I get to deal with aftermath." Jax laughed. "JT, slide out from under that truck for a minute there is someone I want you to meet."

JT slid out from underneath the truck grease stained. "What do you need, Uncle Jax?"

"For you to meet an old friend of mine." Jax put his arm around JT's shoulders. "JT Teller, Roy Flannery. Roy, this is JT he's Jaz's boy." He introduced the pair.

"Wow, if you don't look just like your momma I don't know who does. It's very nice to meet you." Roy extended his hand to him.

"It's nice to meet you too. I've heard that a time or two." JT shook his hand.

"The good news is you didn't total your truck. We will be able to fix it just give us a couple days. Come on in the office with me and say hi to Gemma she will be thrilled as fuck to see you." Jax said.

"I haven't seen that mean old woman in forever. Let's go say hi to her." Roy agreed.

Before they could head into the office Happy walked out into the garage on his way to clubhouse.

"Roy," Happy nodded in his direction.

"Happy," Roy returned the greeting in kind. Obviously there was no love lost between the two men.

"Uncle Tig, who was that and why do he and my dad seem to hate each other?" JT questioned Tig. He knew that he would give him a straight answer.

"That was the one who got away for lack of a better term." Tig answered him.

"What does that mean, Trager?" Nate asked. Now he was curious.

"It means if Jaz hadn't married Happy she probably would have ran off and married Roy the first chance she got. He was her first love and even though she would never admit it to anyone she still loves him. But, you know Jaz as well as anyone can her pride would never let her admit to that." Tig explained.

"Oh, really?" JT crossed his arms over his chest.

"Really, if she had had things her way you'd be JT Flannery instead of JT Teller." Tig replied.

"So, it was that serious?" Nate asked. The wheels in his head were turning at this point.

"Yeah, it was pretty serious. As serious as things between teenagers can be. She's a grown woman and he's a grown man now they aren't the same people anymore. You've got nothing to worry about when it comes to him. Juicy Boy on the other hand may present a problem. She likes that Puerto Rican dick." Tig laughed. He put his hand up just in time to catch the wrench that JT had thrown at him.

"Dude, she's my mom. Watch it." JT shook his head. He knew that Tig didn't mean anything by it, but still he didn't want to hear it.

"Yo, Ma, check out who's here." Jax called out as he and Roy walked into the office.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. I thought I saw the last of this punk fifteen years ago." Gemma rolled her eyes playfully.

"It's good to see you too, Ms. Gemma. Nice to know that I've been so missed 'round here." Roy cracked a smile.

"You have been sorely missed around here. I know a certain daughter of mine hasn't been the same since you left." Gemma got up and hugged him.

"For what it's worth I've missed her somethin' terrible too. Not that I would tell her that. She's already assaulted me once today." Roy rubbed his shoulder again. He was sure that there was going to be a bruise there.

"How have you already seen Jaz today?" Jax asked. He wasn't sure that he wanted an answer to that question. The less he knew about hiss sister's sex life the better. It was one less thing that he had to keep track of.

"Hale drug me down to the station said that I was drunk when I ran my truck into the tree. I may have been a little tipsy at the time, but he couldn't prove that. He found me in a bar and the didn't exactly test my blood alcohol level, so they had to let me walk. They couldn't come up with a court appointed lawyer for me, so Unser called Jaz. That girl is a force of nature she had me out of there in under five minutes." Roy reported.

"Mhmm, then why did she hit you?" Gemma asked him.

"Hale and I might've got into a pissin' contest over her and she didn't take too kindly to that. You know that girl you treat her like she's some sort of prize and she goes a little crazy." Roy shrugged.

"Come on, Roy, let's go get you a drink to nurse that bruised shoulder and that bruised ego. I've been on the receiving end of enough Jaz Teller punches to know that I rather be hit by a man than by her when she's pissed off." Jax led him over to the clubhouse.

"A drink sounds amazin' right 'bout now." Roy agreed.

"I'll even dip into Jaz's private reserve of good whiskey. Just so happens that I know where she likes to keep it." Jax clapped him on the back.

Jaz swiped her keycard to get inside the federal building. She had something that she had to look into and she needed to do it out from under her partner's watch. It wasn't that she didn't trust Nate. It was that the more people who knew about something the harder it was to keep a secret. She sat down at her desk and logged into her computer terminal.

"Reeves, front and center now!" She yelled across the bullpen. With Nate out of the office she was second in command.

A young woman dressed in the naval uniform of an ensign showed up at her desk a moment later. "Ma'am, what can I do for the Colonel, ma'am?" Reeves asked.

"You can tell me that you know when they are letting Munson out of federal lockup. It's been three weeks he should have been released the minute the witness disappeared." Jaz snapped a little.

"Ma'am, so far no information about that has been forthcoming." Reeves answered her.

"Who's authority is he being held under?" Jaz asked. She hadn't meant to go off on the young woman she was just doing her job.

"ATF Agent June Stahl. Apparently she has something against him because he's in an organization known as Samcro. It's an outlaw biker gang and no one can ever seem to make any charges stick against them." Reeves explained quickly.

"Reeves, you're new here so I'm gonna let your ignorance pass just this once. In the future you will do well to keep track of where your superior officers are under cover and what they are doing. My father started Samcro and I'm currently under trying to bring down the Real IRA. I can't do that when I have pain in the ass ATF Agents like June Stahl fucking up my hard work now can I?" To say that Jaz was pissed at the world at the moment would be an understatement.

"Ma'am if you'd like I could get Admiral Sorel to have a word with DOJ and get them to force Stahl to release Munson." Reeves offered.

"Hold off on that, Reeves. We will give Stahl twenty-four more hours to release Munson and then if she doesn't do it we will have the admiral go to the department of justice. We can't tell the ATF that we currently have operatives under cover in Samcro because Stahl is the kind of bitch that would dig and dig until she could expose who the operatives were and then turn them over to Morrow for the sake of cutting a deal to save her flagging career." Jaz said through gritted teeth.

"Aye, aye, ma'am." Reeves acknowledge her order.

"And Reeves, I'm a bitch, but I'm normally a fair bitch, you didn't deserve that ass chewing I just gave you and I apologize. Keep up the good work." Jaz added.

"Ma'am, yes, ma'am." Reeves walked away barely able to contain a smile to get words of praise like that from Col. Teller was rare and something to be cherished.

Jaz stared at the database she had pulled up on her computer. All it would take was for her to run one little search and she could figure out what Roy had been up to for the last fifteen years. She might even get lucky and his DNA might be in the system. She didn't think she wanted that though. Truthfully she didn't know what she wanted. She had Roy's full first name typed into the computer before she hit the delete button. Some things were just better left to mystery. Instead she typed in the name Julian Michael Dubois.

Julian's rap sheet came up along with his latest mug shot. Of all the crimes he'd been accused of he'd never served a day in prison for one of them. He was either acquitted or the charges were dropped when witnesses disappeared. The sounded awfully familiar to Jaz that was the way that Samcro tended o operate from time to time. He'd done a thirty-day hitch in the county jail rather than pay a fine for carrying an unregistered firearm in his vehicle. That was nothing for a guy like him. He'd probably lived in the lap of luxury for thirty days while still running his empire from the inside.

She noticed that because of his numerous arrests for violent offences his DNA was in the database. All she had to do was press the print button and she would have a copy of his DNA profile for Tara to run against JT's. She wanted to know, but at the same time she didn't want to know. The truth was a double edged sword for her. It would give her some peace of mind, but it would also put her son in danger. One of those was clearly more important than the other. She exited out of the search engine before she could do something that she might live to regret.

"So, when you said that you and Jaz were old friends you didn't mention that you two used to date." Nate made conversation with Roy at the bar in the clubhouse.

"That was a lifetime and many, many women ago, mon amí. You have nothin' to worry 'bout when it comes to me and Jaz. We were just kids then. Hell, one of us still hasn't really grown up yet. And I'm not talkin' 'bout her when I say that." Roy drained a shot at the same time that Nate did.

"I'm not worried. No one owns Jaz or tells her what to do least of all me. She's allowed to have friends and do whatever the fuck she wants to do. I'm sure you know those are her words not mine." Nate made a joke out of it. "Looks like we are both dry. I'll get us another." He grabbed both shot glasses carefully.

He purposely dropped the one that he had drank out of on the floor and shattered it. While he was down there cleaning up the mess he slipped the one that Roy had drank out of into a plastic evidence bag and stuck it in his vest pocket. If his suspicions were correct then it was possible that Roy was JT's father.

"Newbie, what the fuck are you doing behind the bar besides making a mess? That's what we have the two prospects for." Clay shook his head as he walked past them on his way into the chapel.

"He's such a nice guy, always has been." Roy rolled his eyes to show that he didn't really mean that. Given half the chance he would kill Clay Morrow where he stood for what he had forced upon Jaz.

"Hey, prospect get over here and clean this mess up and pour us a couple more shots." Nate yelled out to JT who was playing a game of chess with Happy.

It was a little known secret outside of the club, but Happy was actually a world class chess player before his accident and it was one of the things he and Jaz had bonded over during their forced marriage. She'd retaught him the game and then he'd taught JT what Jaz hadn't when he came to stay with him.

"I'll be right back, no making moves while I'm gone, Cheater." JT warned him.

"Like I would ever cheat you, prospect. You know where I sleep at night and revenge is one of your specialties." Happy flipped him off. They didn't have normal father son relationship at all, but it worked for him.

"Hey, Pop!" JT called out as he walked away. "Suck my nuts." He cradled his groin obscenely with a laugh. He carried the bottle of beer he'd been drinking with him to the bar and he drained it. He had to get in his fun while Jaz wasn't there to act like a prison warden.

"It wouldn't take me that long as far as I know they haven't dropped yet." Happy called back.

Nate discreetly grabbed the bottle JT had discarded. He made it look like he was cleaning off the bar, but he was getting the DNA sample that he needed from him. He put that into another plastic evidence bag and stuck it in his vest. If Jaz wasn't going to give him answers he would get them for himself and for her, because he knew how resistant she could be. She wouldn't go after what she wanted even if it killed her a little inside.

The next day Bobby was finally released from lockup and there was a huge welcome home party thrown for him at the clubhouse.

"Thanks, for bringing him. You know there's a stripper pole inside and I'm sure you could do some serious damage." Clay smirked at Stahl.

"You have no idea." Stahl replied with a smirk of her own.

Once everyone was distracted. Jaz got the attention of Happy, Juice, Nate, and Chibs. Normally she would have gone to her brother with this, but she needed him to keep his hands clean on this one. She gestured with her head towards the door and they all walked out and got into her truck.

"What's up, Speaker?" Happy asked her.

"Ethan Zobelle he stopped by here earlier and he is exactly the kind of trash that Darby would associate with. We are going out to the boonies to have a little chat with Darby to make sure he understands it would be bad for him if he were to get into bed with Zobelle and start running drugs through Charming." Jaz explained.

"We got your back then, lass, there ain't a thing to worry about." Chibs assured her.

"I got you covered." Nate's fingers curled around the butt of his gun.

"You know me you just tell me what you need and I've got your back." Juice chimed in.

The meeting spot was a wooded lot out in the middle of nowhere. It was neutral territory and it was also good for hiding bodies if things escalated that far.

Jaz, Happy, Juice, Nate, and Chibs stepped out of the truck to be greeted by Darby and a group of his Neo Nazis.

"I got your message, Teller, what the fuck is this about? I don't appreciate being summoned by a woman." Darby asked.

"Given that there is a new player in town that's a member of the League of American Nationalists and probably an ally of you skinheads. I just wanted to make sure that our understanding stays in place. You run all the drugs you want to through anywhere, but Charming." Jaz told him.

"Like I said I don't orders from no gash bitch." Darby spat back at her.

"Darby, don't be short sided I'm sure that we can come to mutually beneficial arrangement with Samcro. This isn't just any woman she is the speaker and regardless of what our beliefs our we have to respect that." A trim tall well tailored man stepped out of the shadows. He had dark blue eyes and deeply tanned skin from hours spent out in the swaps. His dark hair had turned to salt and pepper at the temples. He spoke in heavily accented Cajun.

Jaz took a deep breath mentally and counted to ten to keep herself from coming undone. This was like her worst nightmare come to life. "Julian, I can't say that I ever expected to see you again." All it would take would be for him to see JT one time and he would start asking questions that she didn't want to answer.

"I'm in town on business with LOAN Ethan Zobelle is a colleague of mine. We do pretty decent business together, but I'm not as short sighted as he is. I can see where I could also have a beneficial arrangement with Samcro. We don't exactly have the arms we need back in the bayou and I know that you can get them for us." Julian took out his wallet and handed her business card. "Here's my card have Clay give me a call if he's interested." He took her hand and kissed it. "It was very nice to see you again, Jaz. I hope to see more of you while I'm in town." His wink told her that his words held a double meaning.

When Jaz got back into the truck her hands were shaking so badly that she could barely get the key into the ignition. Without hesitation Happy reached over and did it for her. He gave her a meaningful look that said they would talk about it later.

A/N: Here is the next chapter I hope you guys enjoyed it. We are just getting to the interesting fun stuff. Until next time please review.