Hey all, sorry for all the cussing in this chapter, but I've always envisioned Earnest Darby as a habitual cusser, so, yeah, again, sorry! :)

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"What the Hell are you doing here? Your supposed to be in rehab!"

Kurt Darby grinned and laughed as he moved a lock of his hair out of his face and sauntered over to him. "Funny little thing about rehab . . . you can sign yourself out after eight months. True, I'm off of heroin, but cocaine is still my leading lady. I'm halfway sane, you could say." Jax glared at him, undefinable hatred appearing in his eyes.

"I asked what the Hell you are doing here." Kurt shrugged.

"Da's in the hospital getting surgery. Something having to do with his kidneys or his stomach, I forget which. Little did I know that Velvet would be here popping out a little Teller. Congratulations, man, what it is?"

"A boy. Reid Thomas Teller." Kurt nodded, an approving look on his face.

"Again, congrads, man. She still as boppin' in the sack as I remember?" Jax gazed at him funny.

"Why can't you leave her alone, Kurt?" Kurt's genial look disappeared from his eyes, and he stepped closer to Jax, the coke still undrunk in his hands.

"I want her to suffer . . . as she has made me suffer, Jaxie-boy. I want her and you and your children to suffer." A chill went down Jax's spine at those words, but he didn't let his uneasiness show. He knew what a drug addict could do if pushed to the brink, and Hell, Kurt seemed like he was pretty damn near the brink, even if he was off of heroin.

"You touch her or our sons . . . and I will gut you like a fish and make you watch as I force your guts down your throat." Jax hissed, his tone screaming 'try me'. Kurt chuckled darkly.

"Oh I don't think your in a position to be threatening anyone anymore, Jax. You ain't exactly the young guy you once were." Jax smirked.

"I'm young enough to kick your ass, Kurt Darby. I've done it once and I'd be more than happy to do it again. You know that as well as you know anything else." Kurt laughed and backed away, getting ready to go back down the hall towards his dad's rooms.

"Something tells me that you don't know the full story of me and Velvet. Ask her about Analise. See what excuses she gives you then." Kurt smiled and inclined his head to Jax before he turned and walked down the corridor to his dad's room, leaving Jax with more questions than answers.

Kurt walked into Earnest Darby's hospital room to beeping machines and a Spanish nurse leaning over him checking his fluids. Kurt quickly ran his eyes up and down her toned frame, but then just as quickly shot his eyes onto his father, who was gazing at him with an expressionless face. The nurse saw him and shot him a smile.

"We're getting him prepped for surgery in a few hours." Kurt nodded, barely hearing her. He moved over to his father's bedside and smiled a small smile.

"How ya doin' da?" He asked him, and Darby scowled as he looked up at the nurse.

"Thanks Carolina. You can leave and have a break before coming back and wheeling me to surgery." The nurse – Carolina – smiled and nodded back before she left the hospital room, Earnest Darby's charts in her hands. Darby turned to gaze back at his son again.

"What do you think? My kidneys are failing, I'm pissin' blood. Your momma done left me for my fuckin' underboss. I'm a big fuckin' ray of sunshine right now." Darby scowled as he hefted himself in the bed, scowling again as his tubes got in the way. Kurt smiled a small smile and sat down in the plastic pink armchair beside his father. He popped the coke and took a swig. Darby was scratching at the tubes in his arms when Kurt spoke again.

"Velvet's in the hospital. Popped out a baby." Darby nodded.

"Really? Boy, I presume, speaking that all those Teller men seem to be able to father?" Kurt nodded, twirling the coke can in his hands.

"Yeah. Reid Thomas Teller is what Jax told me. I met him in the hallway. Still . . . as good-lookin' as a Greek God." He spat out sarcastically, and Darby grinned and laughed.

"Well Gemma's was quite a tart back in her day, and she's still pretty for her age. John wasn't bad lookin' either from what I remember." Darby shot a sideways glance at his son. "I don't want you going around messin' with them." He told him threateningly, and Kurt's gaze shot onto Earnest Darby's again.

"Messin with them – da, of course I won't!" He knew he was lying, but he wasn't about to tell his dad that. Darby glared at him.

"I fuckin' mean it, Kurtis! You don't go messin' around them, got it? You understand? Velvet's got a Hell of a life right now, and you ain't gonna go mess it up! Besides, we can't handle another turf war with SAMCRO right now and if we go messin' around with SAMCRO royalty, the backlash could be bigger than Hurricane Katrina!" He glared at Kurt for a few moments before growling, "You understand, boy?" Kurt didn't answer him, just gazed down at the coke can he was twirling in his hands. Darby cursed violently as he went back to scratching at his arm.

"Your just like your fuckin' momma, you know that Kurt? Couldn't fuckin' talk with Pamela . . . nothin' got through her head in one shot, had to repeat myself five damn times before she understood what the Hell I was talkin' about!" Kurt finally turned his eyes up to his father, where he glared at him in hatred.

"Well maybe the way you treated mom in my childhood is why I hate you so damn much!" Darby let out a booming laugh and grinned as he glanced at his son.

"You blame me for the way you turned out? Your full of shit! Your momma wasn't shit, Kurt, when I found her and picked her up off the street and made her what she was! Pamela was so addicted to painkillers that she could barely even feel pain! She fucked every guy in the gang, two back-alley abortions before she met me and popped you, Nadia and Trixie out. Hell . . ." He chuckled again. "No wonder you came out so screwed up." Kurt let out a frustrated growl and stood.

"If all your gonna do is slam my mom, I'm leavin'."

"Sit down, I ain't done!"

Kurt gritted his teeth and sat back down in the pink plastic chair, where Darby leaned over, touching his son gently on the arm. "Not that I'm sayin' I didn't love her. Kurt, I loved your momma! Pamela was my life, and when she popped out you, Nadia and Trixie, I thought I had it made."

"You did." Kurt spat through gritted teeth. "But then you left us and mom descended into her Hell and when you came back, you did jackshit about it!" Darby nodded.

"I know, boy, I know! I'm sorry –"

"Sorry! You asshole, Trixie and Nadia stood by and watched me be beat by an alcoholic mother because you weren't around to change things, and I didn't want them to get hurt! You wanna know what the Hell happened to your daughters, dad! Nadia is married to fuckin' asshole that cheats on her every chance he can get, and in a blast from the past, Nadia's also hooked on painkillers too! Trixie's slightly better! She married to a guy in Alexandre's Russians that don't give a shit about her either! Now my question for you is, where the Hell were you! Oh, yeah! I remember! You were in fuckin' Chino!" Kurt snarled before he stood and moved across the hospital room to the doorway. "I'm leaving!"

"Where you gonna go?" Darby asked him and Kurt shrugged.

"I don't know. Probably Nadia and Ritchie's. I don't give a shit."

"The house is still there. You could go home. Help me get the gang back on track." Kurt turned around and glared at him.

"No offense dad, but I don't wanna touch any part of the Nords before I absolutely fuckin' have to!" He turned to leave again, but Darby stopped him again. Kurt rolled his eyes and let out a groan as he glared back at him.

"What?"

"Don't you go around Velvet and her sons, got it, Kurt? I fuckin' mean it!" Kurt smirked as he left.

"Oh I'll do something much worse, dad. Bitch gonna regret leavin' me for a fuckin' Teller." He muttered under his breath as he marched his way through the hospital to the entrance.