SPOV

For the last three nights, I slept in my own room. After nearly being caught by Tig, I thought it best to steer clear of spending too much alone time with Juice. But we had gone back to our flirting, and I found myself getting more attracted to him as each day went by. Problem was, Ope and Jax had thrown themselves back into the club completely, doing everything they were asked. So they were around, all the time. And when they were at the clubhouse, they stuck close to me. Not being oddly protective, just friendly... but I wanted them to leave me alone so I could hang out with Juice...

I was currently sitting at one of the tables outside, eating lunch with Jax, Ope, Tig, Chibs, Kip and Juice. I had, once again, bought lunch for them, and this time they decided to sit with me.

A car pulled into the lot. Once stopped, a woman walked out, that ATF woman that had taken Clay in for questioning before.

Chibs and Jax were up in an instant. "Can we help you?" Chibs asked.

The agent nodded. "Yes, actually. I'm here to speak with Scarlett Teller."

In an instant all the guys stood, standing between me and the agent. I sighed, getting up and moving to stand behind Jax.

"What do you want her for?" my brother asked, his voice with holding all manners. Now, knowing it was me she was here for, he was one hundred percent in protective mode.

"I just want to ask her some questions. Now either we can stay here, or I can take her down to the station." the agent shrugged.

I pushed past Jax. "You wanna talk?"

"That's all." she smiled politely.

I nodded. "Okay."

Jax grabbed my arm, stopping me from moving. "Scar." he warned.

I shook my head, pulling my arm from him. "Trust me." turning to the agent, I gestured for her to follow, before walking a few steps away from the guys. Once we were out of earshot I waited for her to speak. "Questions?"

"Right." she nodded. "I was just wondering why you came back to Charming, after all these years? I mean, you were doing so well for yourself... until Drew of course."

I froze. The sound of my ex's name coming from her lips sent shivers down my spine. I wanted to hurl. Just thinking about him made me feel weak and insecure.

"Hmm. That's right. Your boyfriend who you loved so much. Up until one day, when you just up and left him. Wanna explain what happened there?" she grinned. "Left your home, moved to a small town, but before long you got up and left again. In fact, for the last four months you've lived in exactly twelve houses, three apartments and one trailer park. So, why, after all this time, have you come home?"

"Look, if I wanted to hear my life story, or listen to some chick remind me of the hell I'd lived through, I'd ask. But, I didn't. So hurry up and ask me the real questions, or get out of my face and leave us alone." I snapped.

She looked at me amused. "You've got your mother's fire."

"And I've got no patience."

Getting the picture she went on. "You're not like the rest of these people, Scarlett. You know the things that happen here, are wrong."she pulled out her card, offering it to me. "When you wake up, and find yourself wondering why you traded one hell for another." she gestured to the card. "Give me a call. I promise, I'll do whatever I can to help you."

"You clearly have no idea who you're talking to." I reached forward and tucked the card into the front pocket of her suit jacket.

Shrugging she started to move back to her car. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me." she called before getting into the car.

I stayed there and watched her drive away. But I knew, she wasn't gone. She was just getting started. Turning I moved to the guys, seeing them watching me expectantly, waiting for me to tell them everything she'd said and asked.

"What she want?" Jax asked, walking over to me.

"She wants me to rat Samcro out."

"What made her think you'd do that?" Juice asked as I sat next to him, the others stood around the table, watching me, waiting for me to elaborate.

Sighing I shrugged. "I don't know. She just thinks I'm different. That I know what happens here is wrong and that I should tell her everything." but I looked up at them, shaking my head. "Seems she's wrong there."

JPOV

I was worried about Scarlett , wondering why the agent went for her out of everyone. We had just learnt that they'd also spoken to Donna, Tara and arrested both Cherry and Luann. But they all had something to lose. Tara had her job; being associated with Samcro wasn't exactly the best thing for a nurse. Donna had her family; she was constantly trying to get Ope to quit the club, to save her family from this life. Luann had her business; and apparently she was looking at some possible jail time for possession. Cherry had her freedom; she was apparently wanted for grand theft and arson.

But what did Scarlett have to lose... or gain? As far as we were all concerned, she had nothing the Feds could use against her.

"Juice."

I turned to Jax as we left church. Both him and Clay walked up to me, the others looking over to see what was going on.

"Yeah, what's up?" I asked.

"We need you to run a back ground check." Jax said, seeming pissed.

I ignored it, nodding as I went for my laptop that sat on the bar. "Sure, who do you need me to look up?"

"Scar." Clay answered.

I suddenly understood why Jax was pissed. Clay obviously wanted to know what the cops could possibly use against her.

Looking away, I nodded. I knew I couldn't say no, as much as I hated the idea... "Sure. I'll get you everything you need to know."

Clay patted me on the shoulder. "Thanks." he said simply before walking off.

Jax stayed behind, waiting for everyone else to clear off before turning back to me. "I need you to do something else."

Hesitantly I asked. "What?"

"When you look up Scar, I need you to find out everything you can on her ex." he answered. "I just have a bad feeling about the guy, okay?"

"No problem." with that I got to work.

SPOV

Turns out the ATF had arrested both Luann and Cherry. Unser was sure they were trying to use RICO on us, hence why she wanted me to rat. Not only that, but they'd gone after Donna and Tara too. Mum told me they were going after the one's who had the most to lose, though she didn't know why I was on that list.

But I did. I knew if I ratted on Samcro, I could have the ATF back me up and end my problems with Drew. I wouldn't have to look over my shoulder anymore, wondering when I'd have to move again.

A knock on my door drew me from my thoughts.

"Come in." I called.

The door opened, Jax walking in and closing it behind him. "Tara said you're worried about me."

I nodded. "Yeah, I am."

He sat on my bed with a sigh. "Scar, I did something real bad."

Being as close as we are Jax and I both knew we could tell each other everything and anything without getting judged. It's one of the reasons why I knew what I knew about the club, he never felt the need to keep things hidden from me. So having him sit here, ready to share whatever was on his mind wasn't really an odd thing. In fact the only thing that was out of the ordinary lately was the fact I hadn't told him about Drew...

Forgetting about that I turned to him, ready to hear whatever he had to say. Scooting over to sit next to him, I wrapped an arm around him comfortingly. "You know you can tell me anything. I'd never tell, I swear. It'll stay between us."

He nodded. "I just don't know if you'll be able to look at me the same if I tell you."

"Jax. You're my best friend. Nothing in the world could change that. Nothing." I reassured him.

"I killed someone."

Without missing a beat I asked, "Who?"

He turned to me, confused. "You're not mad?"

I looked at him as if my reaction was normal and to be expected. "I told you, you're my best friend. And come on. I grew up with the Sons of Anarchy. I know what happens here." I shrugged. "So just start talking till you feel better."

And he did. He told me everything. How Tara had been stalked, how the guy was the one who broke in and messed up Abel's room a Jax's house. He was also the one who stabbed him in the leg with scissors which is way he had been limping so much. But then it got worse. When he told me about how the man had broken into Tara's and tried to rape her, I found myself thinking of my own ex.

"I don't know what I'm suppose to do, Scar." he finished, head in his hands.

"You're not going to do anything. As far as everyone's concerned, the guy's just missing. You got rid of the body, Jax. It'll be fine." I nodded. "So, for now, you just have to make sure the ATF don't start asking questions. As much as I love Tara, if they put pressure on her, cracks will show."

"She won't rat. I trust her." Jax defended.

"I know she won't rat on you. But she'll rat on herself. The guilt will get to her eventually, and when that happens you gotta make sure it's you she comes to and not some cop. Okay?"

He nodded. "Okay."

With that sorted I got down to business. "Who else knows?" I do anything for Jax, and if someone else knew and might tell, I was more than happy to sort that out for him- not in a killing kind of way, but whatever other way that might help.

"Just you, me and Tara." he answered simply.

It took a moment, but I only then realized something. "That's why you didn't come back with the supplies, right?"

"Yeah." he nodded, looking down at the ground.

I could tell he felt guilty about that as well. Sighing I spoke once more. "Okay. Look, the guys were pissed. They thought you chose a lay over the life of a club friend. You have to watch yourself Jax, because if you don't, things'll get bad for you. Fast."

"For someone who I didn't want to be involved, you sure know a lot." he grinned, finally looking up at me.

I shrugged. "It's easy to put the pieces together. I just pay attention to whats going on around me."

JPOV

Jax walked out of the hall that went towards the dorms, probably having just checked up on Scarlett. He looked over at me as I nodded for him to come over. Clay was behind the bar having a drink and so I thought it was the best time to tell them everything I had learnt so far.

"What's up?" Jax asked, taking a seat next to me.

I sighed, shaking my head. "It doesn't look good."

"Why?" he asked, as Clay then turned all is attention to us.

"I finished looking up Scarlett, and I couldn't find anything the Feds could use against her. No outstanding accounts, no criminal record, no trace of a secret life, not even a speeding ticket. She's as clean as they get."

"So what's the problem?" Clay asked, both of them confused at my concern.

I opened up the tab I had on her ex boyfriend. "Jax asked me to look up Scarlett's ex, and that's when things started looking bad." I turned the screen to them. "His name is Drew Furgerson. His first wife was murdered, the killer never found. The girlfriend he had after that? Suicide." I turned the screen back to me, opening up some x-rays I 'found'. "After the suicide girlfriend he started dating Scarlett. The three years they were together she was signed into their local hospital more than I could count." I showed them some of her x-rays and medical reports. "Broken bones, fractures, blows to the head, cuts."

I could see the rage in Jax's eyes. "This asshole, beat my sister?" answering his question I nodded. "Where is he now?"

"That's the thing. Two weeks after Scarlett left their home, he quit his job. Didn't tell anyone where he was going, not even family. Since then Scarlett's lived all over the country. From what I've counted she been in about ten houses, and a few apartments, maybe more."

"That's what the Feds have. They promised protection." Clay noted, looking both pissed and concerned.

"So what do we do?" I asked, blood boiling over the asshole who touched her. The thought of someone hurting her like that made me want to hunt the scum down and beat him like he'd beat her, only I wouldn't stop until he was nothing.

Clay shook his head. "We don't know where the guy is, and if we talk to Letti, she'll know we did a background check on her. The last thing we need is her losing trust in us. So for now, we keep our eyes open."

"That's bullshit!" Jax yelled, ready to kill for his sister. "She needs us! We need to get this guy."

"What can we do?" Clay yelled back. "We don't know where he is. And we have the ATF breathing down our necks. There's nothing we can do, so we leave it!"

Jax shook his head before storming out of the place and slamming the door behind him. I couldn't help but feel the same way. No one touches Scarlett and gets away with it. No one.

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