Juice and I walked into the clubhouse, hand in hand. He'd told me about Gemma when I woke up in the morning and I went to the house to get some clothes while he filled out his release papers. He warned me to bring a duffel bag because we'd probably end up staying in the dorm room for a couple nights. In the clubhouse, Half Sack and Piney were sitting at the bar. Half Sack was depressed because his testicle transplant hadn't worked out. His body rejected the nut.

"I baked cookies and brownies," I announced to nobody in particular.

"Thanks, Moon. Sit them on the counter and I'm sure everybody will get to them," Piney said gently. I nodded and headed back to the dorm room to put the duffel bags away while Juice got caught up on what had been going on. I was pulling out the containers of baked goods when I heard the shout from outside. It was Opie and he sounded pissed. I took off running, past Juice and Half Sack, who seemed frozen in place. I passed Piney, who was moving as fast as he could with his oxygen tank. I made it outside in seconds, just to see Tig slammed against the truck with Opie screaming about Donna. Piney caught up to me and stood by my side, staring at the scene before him with no emotion.

"Piney, what's going on?" I asked.

"My boy just found out who really killed his wife."

"Tig…Tig killed Donna…?" I stammered. I felt my stomach rush up into my throat and I stumbled to the side to throw up as Juice rushed over and wrapped his arms around me.

"Baby, what's going on?" he questioned frantically.

"Tig…Tig killed….Tig killed Donna," I sobbed. I turned into his arms and buried my face in his chest as Opie took off on his motorcycle, leaving the club staring after him. I looked over at Tig as his eyes met mine and a new wave of sobs took over me. A club member killed an innocent old lady. Donna never did anything to hurt anybody. She wasn't a threat to the club. She wasn't the best old lady but none of us were. Only Gemma was perfect.

"Moon, I thought it was Opie," Tig stuttered. "You have to understand. It was supposed to be Opie. Stahl painted him as a rat. It was supposed to be…."

"Don't talk to me!" I screamed. "You killed her! You fucking killed her! Don't talk to me!"

"Moon, you have to…"

"Shut up, Tig," Juice said solemnly. "I get why you did it, but it doesn't matter. Just shut up right now."

He leaned down and lifted me up, cradling me to his chest. He took me into the couch and rested my head in his lap. He smoothed my hair down while I sobbed into his legs for my lost friend. I never got to make up with her. She'd never get to be my maid of honor or be Aunt Donna to my kids. I lost my best friend because my boyfriend was in a club. Then, I lost her forever because the President of the club decided her old man was a rat. They never even really got Opie's side of the story. They just believed some fucking ATF bitch about all of it. They should have known what she was doing. They should have known Opie would never rat. I cried harder and Juice ran his fingers through my hair soothingly. I knew he was glaring at the door, daring Tig to come into the clubhouse to try to talk to me. Finally, I fell asleep.

I was woken a few hours later by a large, rough hand on my head. The guys had church at that time. I opened my eyes to see Piney towering over me. He didn't have his cut on or his oxygen in. He was just standing there calmly.

"It's not good for you to sleep on the couch, Moon. You'll hurt your back. You should go to your room," he said softly.

"I'm just waiting for Juice to come out," I slurred. I was still so tired. "We might get to go home tonight."

"Maybe, sweetheart. Just head onto your room and I'll tell Juice where you are. I have to go into church anyway."

"Okay." Piney helped me up and I wrapped my arms around him tightly for a minute. He smiled at me and kissed my cheek and I turned to go. I turned back and asked, "Where's your cut, Piney?"

"Just not on me right now, sweetheart. Gotta do something and I can't be wearing it."

"Oh, okay." I stumbled to the bedroom and lay on the bed. My eyes had just fluttered closed when I heard the first gunshot and I screamed. I screeched, "Juice! Juice!" as I raced from the room. I rushed into the clubhouse to find Clay standing outside of the church room with Tig, Jax, and Juice. I ran into Juice's arms and demand, "What's going on? What was that?"

"Why did you run towards gun shots? Why in the fuck was that your first instinct? Why in the hell would you do that?" he scolded. "Do you think I want to lose you? What the fuck were you thinking? What would have happened if you had gotten shot?"

I repeated, "What the fuck is going on?"

"Calm down," Clay ordered gruffly. "Juice, take her to the dorm room. We don't have time for this right now."

I glared at the club president. I wanted to know what was going on and I glanced around at the other members for clues when I noticed that Piney and Opie were missing. I questioned suspiciously, "Where are Piney and Opie?"

"Juice, take her now," Jax ordered.

Juice grabbed my arm and I yanked it away. I screamed, "Where the fuck are Piney and Opie? What the fuck did you do with them you bastards? Is that what those gun shots were? Did you kill them too, Trager?"

"Get her!" Jax roared at Juice.

Juice pulled at my arm and I yanked away from him. I moved towards Tig quickly and Juice grabbed me around the waist. I continued, "No! Where are they? Somebody should know what you did with them? Somebody should know the truth!"

"Laura, they're fine. Just come on," Juice plead softly.

"I want to see them! I want to…."

I was cut off by the clicking sound of the hammer of a gun. I looked up to find Clay's revolver barrel in line with my head. The room went dead silent. I stared at him. He ordered, "I said go to the room, Laura."

"Gonna shoot me too, Clay?" I spat out. "You've got no problem killing old ladies and we both know it. Go ahead and do it."

"Moon, go with Juice," Tig said softly as he edged towards Clay. His eyes plead with me.

"Watch your mouth, Laura. You've got no business in any of this," he warned.

"Neither did Donna. That never stopped her from dying. I'm no better than her. Go ahead." I wasn't backing down. I planned to die or know what happened to Opie and Piney. I wasn't leaving the room without one of the two happening.

"Laura, please don't do this," Juice begged. "Please, just come on. Everything's okay, I promise. Please, just come on."

"Not until I know," I hissed out. I held my arms out and motioned for him to do it. For Clay to shoot me. His finger tightened on the trigger and I continued to stare.

"Act like a fucking old lady and do what you're told," Jax snarled.

"Jax, Opie is your best friend," I said slowly. "It should be you in my place and we both know it. You're abandoning your best friend."

"I'm not…."

"What in the fuck is going on out here?" Opie's voice cut through what Jax was about to say and my eyes darted to him. He was studying the interaction with his face twisted into a grimace. He demanded, "I asked what the fuck is going on? Do we really need two shootings tonight?"

"Ope, you're alright," I sighed in relief.

"Of course, I'm alright, Moon. What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded.

"What do you mean what am I doing?"

"Well the SAMCRO president doesn't put a gun in somebody's face for no damn reason," he pointed out.

"He wouldn't tell me where you were," I informed him with a huff.

"And so you did something that warranted almost getting shot?"

"I wouldn't listen."

"Where the fuck did you think I was, Moon?"

"Well, I heard gunshots and I assumed that….you know….after Donna….I was just scared." I looked down at the floor.

"Well now you know I'm safe. Do whatever it is that Clay told you to do so he can take the gun out of your face," Opie said while looking at Clay. Clay slowly lowered the gun.

"Where's your dad?" I demanded.

"He's fine too. Juice will explain it all to you later. You just have to go to your room now. Please, Moon. Go to your room." Opie's tone let me know that it wasn't a suggestion.

"Come on, Laura," Juice coaxed gently. He grabbed my arm and guided me away. I followed him dutifully, not looking back at the men. He led me into his room and shut the door behind him. Then, he turned on me with tears in his gorgeous brown eyes.

"Laura, what did you think you were doing? Clay could have killed you," he hissed. "You can't do shit like that."

"I needed to know. I needed to make sure Opie and Piney were okay. Nothing else can happen to this club, Juice. They are my family. They need to be safe."

"I'm your family, Laura!" he cried out. "I'm the one that is going to marry you! I'm the one that is going to be the father of your children!"

"And they are my family! I can't let anything happen to them! Look what happened to Donna!"

"You weren't the cause of that! Nothing you could have done would have stopped that, Laura. And now, now I'm going to lose you because you can't keep your fucking mouth shut and stay safe. Other than the club, you are the only thing I have in this world. If I lose you, I'm done, Laura. I only have this club. I can't lose you!"

"You're not going to! I just needed to check on them!"

"God damnit, Laura! Why can't you be like a normal old lady? Why can't you just listen to me when I tell you something isn't safe? Why can't you just be for me? Why in the fuck do I have to share you with Opie?"

I froze and stared at him. We were standing nose to nose, the heat of our argument had moved us closer together and he was gasping for air.

"Baby, do you really think you share me with Opie?" I asked softly.

"I do, Laura! He calls you almost as often as I do! He's been over to our house! You take care of him! It's like you've been trying to take Donna's place and, tonight, you almost did. You almost died for him, Laura. I almost lost you because you can't figure out who's your old man and who's a fucking brother."

"Oh, Juice…"

He sat down on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. I sat next to him and grabbed his hand in my own. I questioned, "Baby, you know I'm only yours, right? You know that you don't really share me with anyone. I know I've been taking care of Opie lately and I'm sorry if that's been interfering with our relationship. I'm sorry I let that put me in front of a gun."

"Never do it again. I don't give you a lot of orders, Laura. I don't boss you around or make you do anything. I don't expect a lot from you. But this, this is a command. Never willingly do that again. Don't you dare put yourself in danger for anyone. I don't care if it's Jax or Opie or Piney or Gemma or me. Don't ever do that again."

"Okay, Juice."

"No, baby. Promise me," he demanded. He looked up at me and stared me deep in the eyes. "Promise me that you will never do that again. That you will never put yourself in danger for this club ever again. What happens isn't your business. If you need to know, I will tell you. Somebody will tell you."

"I promise that I will never put myself in danger for SAMCRO ever again," I swore.

He sighed in relief and leaned over to kiss me. He said softly, "I love you, Laura. I'll take care of everything and I'll let you know. But for now, I need you to stay in here. I need you to stay in here until I tell you that it's safe to come back into the clubhouse, okay? And I need you to stop giving Tig the death glare."

"Yes on the first one. No on the second."

"We'll work on it," he compromised.

I nodded and he leaned over and kissed me again. He murmured, "I won't lose you. I love you."

"I love you too."