A/N: Hello everybody thanks for the favorites and follows. Another chapter is up, finally I might add. Hope you enjoy the stories feel free to leave comments and suggestions, I very much appreciate them ^^

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Gwen reached for her cellphone when her alarm went off. Flipping the thing open she quickly hit the button to shut the thing up. Her head hurt and this time it wasn't because she drank another bottle of whiskey by herself. She wanted to close her eyes again and sleep for a bit, but that would result into being late for her job-interview. Gwen forced herself out the bed and looked between the plastic bags for her new underwear, slowly dragged herself towards the bathroom when she found a decent bra and a pair of panties.

Gwen undressed after she had turned on the hot shower. She gave herself a quick look in the mirror, before it fogged. She looked tired, dark-circles underneath her eyes and her eyes dull. "Fuck…" She muttered to herself and stepped underneath the shower before she could find another imperfection. Gwen had fallen asleep last night as soon she laid her head on the pillow, letting the tiredness taking over after the stressful moment with the goddamn ATF. In her sleep she had been plagued by several nightmares. Her visiting Herman in jail, her brother getting killed. Her being in jail. Her father suddenly showing up at her doorstep again. An old friend she hadn't spoken to for a year, dead.

She washed her hair with the shampoo she brought from home and combed it through with her fingers, trying to get rid of the tangles. On a sort of an auto-pilot she finished her shower and dressed herself in a nice black dress that ended a little above her knees. She even had bought some simple black-heels the day before, giving her a little bit of extra height she didn't mind having, especially since she wasn't very tall, unlike her brother.

Gwen pulled up her hair in a bun for a moment, making sure she could do her make-up and didn't smear anything funny in her clean hair. Once she thought she looked ready, she made sure her laptop was charged and put it in her backpack. It sure didn't look very professional, but since her portfolio of her work was at home, she hadn't any other choice. She had put her CV and her motivational letter, together with her references in a nice folder and thought she was ready to leave. Thank the Californian weather for being so warm, that her hair dried so quickly.

"Look at you lass, what are ya all dressed up for?" Chibs flirted when Gwen came walking into the main room. "Got a job interview." Gwen replied, walking in the kitchen where she quickly made herself two simple sandwiches. Soon she walked back into the main room with her sandwiches and two cups of coffee, feeling a little bit self-conscious.

"Thanks luv." Chibs took a sip of his coffee at looked at her. "What yer applying for?"

"Crafts teacher at a primary school." Gwen said after she had swallowed a piece of her sandwich. "Crafting is no problem, but the teaching part might be an issue." She continued. "So I'll just need to wait and see."

"You'll do just fine. Don't ya worry."

"Is Opie back yet?" Gwen asked, knowing this was one of the reasons why everybody was so tense. Chibs shook his head. The blonde nodded, quickly eating the last sandwich. "Anyways I got to go."

"Good luck luv." Chibs said before Gwen quickly headed out of the door.

The job interview had gone alright, however the lack of skills as an teacher made it a little bit less likely that she would get hired. Why the hell did she even think she had a shot? Gwen's backpack seemed to get heavier each minute she walked back towards the clubhouse. The heels weren't really contributing to her swift return, but she had to deal with the fact that she had been too shy to ask for a rental car or anything for that matter.

Once she was back in her room she opened her bag with her laptop, and put the laptop on the desk. She undid the bun with a bit of effort and started to take off her now ridiculously warm dress. She quickly grabbed her jeans, pulled those on, and grabbed a burgundy top she had bought the day before. She stuffed her sketchbook in her backpack together with a bottle of water, and checked if her wallet was in there together with her camera. Gwen needed to leave the tension in the clubhouse and decided to go for a ride.

"Where are you going?" Clay asked when he saw Gwen heading to the door.

"Out for a ride." She was her short reply, turning around to face Clay. She could see that he didn't like it one bit that she was going to ride her bike. "See you later." Gwen quickly turned back to the door and walked out into the sunlight. She had her hoody in her backpack in case it got cold. She zipped her leather jacket and put on her helmet. She quickly put on her sunglasses and was ready to go.

Soon she was riding through the hills around Charming and took a dirt road to god knows where. Gwen found herself in the middle of nowhere. It was quite, it felt good to get away from all the shit going on. Bobby had been arrested for murder and there had been a witness. From the words that had been spoken between the members when they thought she was not listening, Opie might have been the witness and had possibly ratted on the club. Gwen shook her head and took out her sketchbook, slowly doodling away when her thoughts ran free. The giant didn't seem the kind to betray his friends, but then again, how well did she know him? They had a couple of short conversations when she went to Charming the first time, but that was it. She realized how little she knew about the people being part of the club and even less about the shit they were involved in. A part of her wanted to find-out, but another part in her told her to get away as fast as she could.

Gwen pulled up her bike on the parking the next morning, and hopped of her bike when she killed the engine. It had been nice to ride for a couple of hours after she had left the stranger's bed in some motel. She had eaten breakfast somewhere in a diner along the road. Her mouth almost started water again when she thought back of about the full breakfast with bacon, eggs, and pancakes. It had been absolutely delicious. She couldn't help but stretch herself and put her helmet on a handle-bar and walked towards the clubhouse. "Where the hell have you been?" Gemma had practically ran out her office when she saw Gwen, who had finally showed up at the parking lot again. She was absolutely pissed-off and it was one thing, Gwen didn't want to deal with at the moment. All she wanted to do was taking another shower and sleep. "Hey! I asked you something." Gwen turned around and looked at Gemma who had crossed her arms in front of her.

"I was out. I needed some fresh air."

"You've been gone since your job-interview. I don't think that a job interview and getting some fresh air takes half a day and a night, sweetheart." The queen replied sharply.

"I was back to get changed and then went out, but that's not the point. I just needed to have my own space for a moment, and I took it." Gwen was getting a little more pissed-off. She needed to get out of here. It felt suffocating, especially after last night she wanted to do nothing more than run. "I will await the answer of my job-interview, after that I'll get out of your hair." Before Gemma could reply she walked back into the clubhouse, only looking at where her feet took her.

"Hey watch it!" An all too familiar voice said when she hit a solid body. Gwen's eyes met Tig's, her good mood was turning more and more sour ever since she rolled on to the parking lot. "Where were you?" He asked, obviously being pissed-off for another reason unknown to her, besides her being the sister of Herman.

"Why the hell do you care? I thought you were still ignoring me." Gwen replied with a cool tone, keeping herself from rolling her eyes. Tig's look slowly turned into a more angry one.

"You better watch the tone you're taking with me, girl." The blonde swallowed, realizing her mistake. Gwen looked at her feet for a moment, Tig's gaze not leaving her.

"I went out." Gwen tried to walk away but got grabbed by her upper arm. Tig was slowly losing his patience with her.

"You know that answer ain't gonna cut it, doll." He drawled.

"I went for a ride, then to a bar, stayed at a motel. Will that do?" He still looked at her, not loosening his grip on her arm. "Jesus….," she mumbled "you really want to know all the details don't ya?" Tig looked her straight in the eye, demanding her to go on, it almost made her shiver. Almost. "I was with some guy from Texas, Cohle, we were both too drunk to fuck. But we did talk. Well he talked, I listened."

"And I have to believe that?"

"I don't give a shit what you believe. It's none of your business anyways." Gwen said in a low tone. "Now, would you please be so kind to let go of my arm." She continued. Tig slowly let go of her arm and Gwen could feel it was probably going to be a slight bruise. "Thank you." She gave him one last look and quickly went to her temporary room.

Tig could see Gwen sitting at the bar later that evening together with Juice, this time in something else than her usual dark jeans. She wore a dress that ended near her mid-tigh, Tig almost wanted to kill himself when he caught himself staring at her legs for the third time in the last five minutes. The girl had dared to talk back at him, but she was right. It was none of his business what she did in her time, as long as she kept her mouth shut about SAMCRO and didn't rat. For a reason unknown, he wanted to know. He looked back at Gwen and Juice. Juice gave one of his stupid smiles, the blonde smiled as well, but it didn't reach her eyes. He got snapped out of his thoughts when a dark haired sweetbutt handed him a cold beer and took a seat closely besides him on the couch, her hand slowly starting to rub his thigh, trying to get his full attention. "Thanks babe." He said to the sweetbutt who gave him a wicked grin. He tried to enjoy the company of the sweetbutt, who didn't try to talk too much unlike many others, yet his eyes and mind drifted towards Opie, who was talking with Jax. He had to kill him. Tomorrow. Make it look like the angry black-man did it, as Clay had put it. It didn't sit right with him, but it had to happen. Opie had wires in his car, a tracker in his phone. Opie was a rat. It had to be done. Tig knew, that one mistake could be fatale for both Clay, and himself. For the club even. He saw Opie walking out of the clubhouse, he was probably going to see his wife and kids. "Shit." He muttered to himself.

"What is it babe?" The brunette whispered in his ear. "I could make it…" Tig interrupted her, when he suddenly stood up and told her to get her jacket. The brunette gave him a smile, her eyes sparkling and another wicked grin appeared on her face. He hoped she could get his mind of Opie and the blonde, at least for the rest of the night.