A/N 9/29/2018: I love weekends, don't you guys? Allows me to get so much more writing done. lol Even when I'm supposed to take care of other business, like, I don't know, figuring out rent, and how I'm going to pay my student loans. XD It's just the best escape for me. Hope y'all enjoy. I'm starting to make some serious changes to the story line now, so I hope I don't offend anyone. But again, why would I. This is a fanfiction!

Contrary to what many people believed, Ernest Darby was sharp. Sharp enough to know that if you did the same dope you were dealing, you wouldn't be in business very long. So even though he sold meth, he didn't use. He was also sharp enough to know to let others underestimate him. Yeah, sure, he'll admit to being an asshole. But you don't become the head of a criminal meth enterprise by being stupid. So when he found the manila envelope in his mailbox with the morning paper he was immediately on guard.

Opening it, he found a file, with a note paper clipped to it reading, SOA Gun connection- Thought you might find this useful. Looking through it, he could see photographs, complete with names and back grounds. Oh, this could be useful indeed. But like was pointed out before, one didn't become the head of a Neo-Nazi drug ring by being stupid. Seeing the letterhead on top of the note was A.T.F. he figured that not only was whoever sent this a fed, they also had a grudge.

If they were willing to part with this information, they must be desperate. He could make use of this information. But it wouldn't be for what the feds were thinking. If they had all of this information on the Sons, there was no doubt that they would have all of the information they needed to put him and his away for a very long time. Using this to start something incendiary would only draw more fed attention to their small town and that wasn't something he could afford. No, the cost of using this information to go to war with the Sons would be his down fall. He suspected that the person who left this knew about his very very shaky truce with the Mayans. They might have thought that he would share this information with them and, had this not been a file and information fed from a federal agent, he would have. But again, drawing more fed attention would be bad for business.

No. No, he was going to do something that, like always, was in his best interest. He pulled out his phone and dialed his number 2.

"Call Clay...Yes, that Clay. Tell him I need to see him immediately. It's about our mutual fed problem."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Clay put the duffel filled with cash on the table.

"So, where are we at with McKeevy's cash?" Jax asked everyone as they sat in their places around the table.

"Thanks to Izzy, we're flush," Chibs said, pulling out a small bag. "I tried to give her back what she fronted us for the fight. She told me that she would give what we needed."

"And the catch?" Clay asked. Chibs smirked.

"A weekend off instead of a day." Clay smiled.

"She keeps this up, you're gonna be gone a year, and I won't have any say in it."

"Do you blame me, with a lass like that?" Chibs shrugged.

"So long as you focus on work during work, and not pussy, neither of you have any problems from me. The moment that changes and I'm keeping you here and banning her."

"Relax. We don't talk all that much about the club outside of here anyway. This was just because she fronted us the insurance money for the fight."

Clay nodded. "You hear from Gemma?" Clay asked Jax. She was gone by the time he woke this morning.

"Yeah, she's at the hospital. Kid gets out of the toaster today," he said with a sappy grin.

"You get to hold your son?" Tig asked happily. Clay lights his cigar then fist bumps Jax.

"That's great, Jackie boy. Congrats," Chibs said, leaning over the table and giving his own fist bump.

"Seriously," Juice smiled.

"At least we know one good thing's gonna happen today, huh?" Clay said with a smile, then it fell. "Oh, got a call from Darby's man. Seems the Nazi asshole wants a meeting about our fed friends."

"Did he say what about them?" Chibs asked.

"No. But I want you, Bobby, and Tig to come with me to act as back up. No way in hell I'm walking into an ambush. It's not Darby's style, but since we know he's been in bed before with the Mayans, who are more the type, I wouldn't put it past them," he answered the Scot, who nodded. "Meeting adjured."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Clay, Bobby, Chibs, and Tig all pulled up to the middle of nowhere park Darby had told them to be. It was relatively wide open, so all sides could see that there were no hiding marksmen, so that was something, but it didn't make them lower their guard at all. Darby was at one of the picnic tables, absentmindedly munching on pistachios as he waited.

"Better call the other's over. This concerns them too," he said to Clay, who had gestured that the others stay with their bikes. Clay studied the man for a while, before turning and gesturing they come to the table.

"I understand there is animosity between our people. This won't change. I am however, hoping to negotiate a peace treaty of sorts," Darby said, still munching on his pistachios.

"A peace treaty?" Clay asked skeptically.

"I know people see me as an idiot dope runner, fine. I even acknowledge that it was an idiot move of my people to sell to your ex when she was pregnant," he said, turning to Jax, "But I'm sharp enough to understand that what's bad for Sam Crow is bad for me in the end," he said, placing the file he got with his paper on the table in front of Clay.

"What's this?" He asked, opening it, and pulling out the information.

"Part of an A.T.F. investigation into the Sons," Darby said, and Clay froze, halfway pulling the papers out. "Some former agent left it to read with my morning coffee instead of my paper."

"Why would you give this to us?" Jax demanded.

"Like I said, what's bad for the Sons is bad for me. The enemy of my enemy-" Darby trailed off.

"And what do you want as your part of this 'treaty'," Chibs asked.

"The deal that I stay out of Charming, fine. I've wanted it this long, waiting won't kill me," he started.

"Well, brother, you'll be waiting a hell of a long time," Clay said sarcastically. Darby ignored the comment.

"But should something happen in the future like it did with your V.P.'s old lady, you come directly to me. Don't go through my men, just because you're pissed. Give them to me, I'll decided the punishment. If they are low enough on the totem pole and it's just their own doing, I'll turn them over to you. But if I need something from them, give me the time to find alternates before you go in half cocked."

There was a moment of silence. "Fine," ground out Clay. Darby nodded.

"And I want to expand. Not into Charming-" he reminded the others when they went to interrupt. "But I want to put two more labs on the Lodi/Charming boarder."

"I'll put it to a vote," Clay said. "If it goes through, however, we want the locations. Just so we can keep an eye on where the local junkies are getting their stash."

Darby nodded. "Fair enough."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax walked into his son's room to find Gemma, Bella, and Angela in with Abel.

"Jax!" Bella said as she bounded up to him and gave him a hug, an almost over sized teddy in her hands. "Able is gonna breath free air today!"

Jax laughed. "He's only in the toaster, Izzy, not prison."

"Would you want to be stuck in there, bubble boy?" she challenged with an eyebrow raised.

Jax raised his hands in defeat. "All right. All right," he said with a smile.

"Dr. Namid is still in surgery. It's gonna be a while before they take him out of there," Gemma said.

"Yeah, I had some free time. Thought I'd come early to spend it with him and whoever might be here. It's quite the little party you have goin'," he said, looking at all three of them. They smiled.

"It hasn't even started yet. Gemma called a lady named Luann. Said she was the life of the party," Angela said. Jax laughed.

"Oh boy. Izzy, don't let her corrupt Angela too much," he said to his pseudo sister. Bella shook her head.

"Honestly, Jax. They're almost on point in the way they think. It's too late for Angela not to be corrupted," she said with a smirk to her best friend. "Being a virgin and a reverend's daughter who's best friends with bikers. Oh, I bet there are a million repressed naughty scenarios running through her bright eyes."

Jax gulped looking at Angela, who had her head down and a blush staining her cheeks. She finally looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a salacious smirk of her own. All of the blood raced south. Riding later would be extremely uncomfortable to the young V.P.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax was riding along the 44 when he came to a tanker pulled over the side of the road. He slowed to a stop to see that a man was halfway through the windshield.

"Oh, shit. Come on, man! Get up on the hood!" he shouted at another bystander as he entered the truck. With the other man, they managed to lift the driver off a nasty piece of glass as the E.M.T.'s arrived. The man screamed as, with the help of the medics, they got him to the ground.

"You're okay. You're gonna be all right," they tried to sooth. Jax backed away once he was on the ground and let the E.M.T.s do their job. Getting back into the truck to get the sunglasses he pulled off, he notice a dime bag on the floor board. Rocks of meth still inside.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Darby runs his meth lab out of a diesel yard in Pope," Opie said. "It's where all of the mill drivers score their crank."

"This is definitely Darby's shit," Juice said, holding up the bag. "This rock's been stepped on so many times it's barely a narcotic."

"See, Darby's making his move into Charming dealing at that lumber mill. Clay, we gotta send this Nazi asshole a clear message now," Tig informed him passionately. But the pieces didn't fit to Clay.

"No. No, not after the meeting we had with him this morning," he reminded the man.

"What happened this morning?" Juice asked. Clay took a deep breath.

"Darby got a file on an investigation into the Sons by a former A.T.F. agent. We were lucky that he showed some brains through his fume addled head that he came to us rather than the Mayans with the information. He wants to make a 'peace treaty' with us. He won't deal in Charming, but wants to add two shops on the Charming/Lodi boarder," Clay tells him and Opie.

"Why don't we talk to the driver," Jax suggested. "Ask him where he bought the meth."

"Go," Clay ordered Jax. Opie went with him.

"Any word on McKeevy?" Chibs asked.

"No. Worst case scenario, we'll meet the man tonight," Clay said.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax and Opie entered the hospital to see two men getting onto the elevator.

"Darby's guys. Can't be good," Jax tells Opie. They enter the room to see the already beat up driver beat to hell even worse completely with an overly bloody nose.

"Holy shit. Andy," Opie said. "Who did this to you?"

"Nords," Andy groaned.

"Why?" Jax asked him.

"I was in way too deep with Darby on my crank Debt. Like 2,700."

"Where you buying?"

"Up in Pope," the man admitted.

"Not in Charming?" Jax confirmed.

"Can't score shit in this town."

"Anybody you want us to call? Family or friends?" Opie offered.

"No. Oswald's gonna fire my ass when he finds that tanker empty, man," Andy said desolately.

Jax and Opie looked at one another. "What are you talking about?" Jax demaned.

"Well, the Nords said that the diesel was payment for my crank debt, so they came here, they beat the shit out of me, and they took my keys."

"It was a full tanker?" Jax asked, knowing what was inside was worth way more than a measly 3K.

"Yeah. It's at the county impound off the 18."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

By the time Jax and Opie made it to the impound, Darby's men were already driving the truck out of the lot . There was no way they would risk their bikes by doing something stupid like pulling out in front of them either.

"Well, there goes our payday," Jax says to Opie.

They followed the tanker along the 18, each pulling to either side. The driver swerved the truck towards Jax, hoping to throw him off the road, but Jax was too experienced on a bike to let something like that distract him. They then tried the same trick with Opie, again, failing to make him lose control of his bike. Jax shot out the side mirror so the driver couldn't see if he came up to his side. Jax tried to maintain control of his bike as he held a gun in one hand and the driver of the tanker swerved again.

Both looked up to see a large truck in the same lane as the trucker, honking the horn to gain their attention. Everyone hit their breaks, stopping just in time not to hit anyone else.

"What the hell, asshole!" demanded the driver as she got out of the drivers side of the truck. Opie and Jax held Darby's men at gunpoint.

"Easy, white boy," Jax said. His gun aimed at the other man before he could pull his own. "Put it on the ground."

The driver that had yelled at them could only watch as the Sons of Anarchy knocked out the drivers of the tanker that almost hit her.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"What the hell am I doing, meeting you out here in the middle of nowhere?" demanded Unser of Jax.

"Official police business," Jax snarks at him. "Darby is dealing meth at the diesel yard in Pope."

Jax figured that the terms of the 'peace treaty' weren't voted on yet, so he wasn't ratting, perse.

"And why would I give a shit what happens in Pope?"

"I don't know. Just felt it was my civic duty to share information on a crime. You know? Set a good example, and all," Jax said with a smile.

"Yeah. SAMCRO is a leader in perpetuating civic reform," said Unser sarcastically. He then catches sight of the tanker in the middle of a field and chuckles in disbelief. "Why am I looking at one of Oswald's tankers?"

"Ah. Leads us to our next conversation, with the owner of Unser trucking," Jax says. "It's 8,500 gallons of diesel. It's yours for 20K."

"Stolen diesel," Unser remarked.

Jax nods. "Gas costs gotta be killing your bottom line. I'm offering you a 50% discount."

"Half the cost, twice the risk."

"Come one. You fill your pumps after dark, and a uni finds the tanker on the side of the road," Jax pressed. "Insurance covers Oswald, and you run your trucks at a buck-ninety a gallon for the next six weeks. Where's the risk in that?"

Unser looks at Jax, totally swayed. "Jesus Christ. Can you at least pretend I'm a cop sometimes?"

"I'm gonna need that in cash," Jax tells him smugly. Unser chuckles.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax enters the garage to the other club members taking the piss out of Half-Sac. The young man was taking the jibes like a champ, but he still had to find a way to get them 35K for his boxing screwup.

"You get a chance to talk to that tanker driver?" Clay asked, interrupting the others.

"Yeah. The Nords aren't dealing at the mill. Driver bought the crank up in Pope," he said, turning to Tig to emphasize his point. "That's where he filled his tanker with diesel, that I just sold to Unser." Jax pulled out a handful cash, slapping it in Clay's hand with a smug smirk.

"We may be flush for the Irish, now we have breathing room," he said.

"Nah. Nah. My brother. Ah, my brother," Clay said, pulling Jax into a hug as everyone else cheered his initiative.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"We're all set. Devon just called. The Irishman will meet you at the bar in half an hour," Chibs tells Clay and Tig as he and Jax meet them near the line of bikes.

"Guess you'll need that," Jax said, tossing the duffel to Tig.

"Yeah, I guess I will," Tig smarted back.

Gemma pulled up next to the others. "Hey. I've been calling you on the cell. They're taking Abel out of the incubation chamber," she tells Jax.

"Oh, shit. Okay," he said, walking quickly to his bike.

"Get your ass over there, dad," Clay joked.

"Yup."

"Hey, baby," Clay said, walking up to Gemma.'

"Plain clothes?" she observed. "Where you going?"

"Meeting an Irishman for a drink."

"Well, be careful." Clay only kisses her before he walks off. Gemma turns to Tig on his bike.

"Hey, Tig."

"Yeah, darlin'," he said, giving her his attention.

"Watch him," she ordered.

"Absolutely." He promised.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Tig and Clay entered the pub, that had a distinctly Irish air.

"Hey," Tig said, getting the barman's attention.

"Where's McKeevy?" Clay asked.

"Don't know," he said in a thick Irish lilt. "His cousin's waiting for you." Gesturing to the raised section, they could see a man sitting alone at a table.

"You know this guy?" Clay asked him.

"He's with the cause. Doesn't come stateside much. Must be important." Clay slaps the bar lightly twice before he and Tig made their way to the stranger.

"Cam Hayes. Michael's cousin," he said, standing on their approach and shaking their hands.

"Clay Morrow."

"Tig."

"Have a seat, please," Cam said.

"Where is he?" Clay asked once they were settled.

"He's dead."

"Jesus. How?" Clay asked, stunned.

"The Oakland park commissioner threatened to bust open a shipment we got coming in on Monday. Wants to triple his payoff money."

"Hefner. Greedy prick," Clay spat. "Been riding roughshod over the ports for years."

"Michael was pissed. Went off on him for changing the deal. Must have spooked Hefner. He had his port goons jump Michael. They beat him. Broke his neck. Left him for dead," Cam said. Clay gave a large sigh.

"Sorry."

"That's awful shit, man. Condolences," Tig said.

"Thank you," Cam said graciously.

"Anything we can do to help with this?" Clay offered.

"No. No, it's personal. I'll handle Mr. Hefner," Cam promised, taking a drink of his whiskey. "Michael spoke very highly of SAMCRO. Trusted you. Hope to be able to continue the relationship. That's why I'm here. I'll be your new contact."

Clay studied Cam, but being in the business they were in, trust was not easy to give. "I mean no disrespect. I'm sure everything you're saying is the truth-" Clay began.

"No, no. Wish we had a secret handshake or business card," Cam mused, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out some photos, which he handed to Clay. Clay studied them, seeing both Cam and Michael in all, along with other heavily armed IRA members. He looked to Tig, and gave an almost imperceptible nod.

"That's the package there that we were delivering to McKeevy," Tig said, nodding to the duffel.

"Two months, and a month insurance, 200K," Clay informs him.

"Mind if I take a quick count?" Cam asked, downing the rest of his drink.

"I got all night, brother," Clay said with a smile.

"Thank you," Cam said, taking the duffel into the back room.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Bella met Chibs in his dorm at the clubhouse, where he was cleaning up from the day's work.

"I thought you'd be at the hospital, mo leannan. Waiting with the others for Abel," he said in surprise. Bella shook her head.

"I adore Abel, but this is a time for father and son to bond. Besides, I wanted to see you. I misses you all day," she said with a soft look in her eye.

"Aye. I've missed you too, lass," he said, kissing her temple.

"Everything okay with the club and McSkeezy?" she asked him. Chibs chuckled.

"McKeevy, lass. And as far as I know, everthing is fine. Clay went to go speak with him half an hour ago. They should be talking as we speak." Bella nodded and wrapped her arms around him and sighed.

"I never thought I would find this again," she breathed. Chibs's arms tightened a bit around her.

"What's that, lass?" he asked.

"Acceptance. A home. I knew that you all would be welcoming and friendly because I was dad's daughter. But I never expected the lengths you all went through for me. How much you supported me, like when Seth came. I thought for sure you guys would kick me to the curb for bringing such drama," she explained. Yeah, she was pretty blunt and straight forward when it came to most things, but what Edward did to her left her with some issues. Fear of being left again being one.

"Mo leannan, that was nothing. I promise you. Tig brings more drama on the daily basis than you have in the three months you have been here," he said.

Bella looked up at him, and stretched onto her tip toes so she could plant a soft kiss to his lips, his short facial hair, tickling and scratching at her. She would never admit how much she loved his goatee. They began to undress the other slowly, Bella taking care to lay his kutte aside separately, so nothing would happen to it. Instead of reaching around to unclasp her bra, though, he spun her around, placing kisses behind her right shoulder, as his hands undid her bra with ease.

This was where he would put his crow. His was where he would show others that she was his, and hell would be a vacation spot to those who dared to hurt her. His hands ghosted over her now bare skin as he walked around her again and took her hand, and guided her to the bed. He sat down, and pulled her on top of him, so she straddled his legs.

"You are beautiful, mo grhàdh. And I don't like seeing so unsure of yourself. You have the will to take what is yours. So take it," he encouraged her softly.

Bella looked into his eyes, a fire lighting in her own, as she surged forward and took his mouth into a punishing and needy kiss. She pulled back, his bottom lip between her teeth, where she gave it a firm nip, before releasing it back to it's owner. He groaned in arousal. Bella began attacking his neck, and lifted herself onto her knees, taking his cock in her hand, and lined herself up so she can take him all at once. Pulling back, she once again looked him in the eye as she lowered herself onto him in a quick motion. His eyes momentarily rolled back into his head before he once more looked at her.

Bella began to move, rolling her hips so her clit rubbed against his pelvic bone as did, doubling her pleasure. Her breaths started coming in little gasps and she let out enticing little whimpers that made him want to flip them over and brutally take her. But this was about allowing her to see that he had no intention of letting her go. So he let her take the lead. She pushed him back, once more giving little kisses and nips to his neck as his hands found her perfect tits and began playing with the. Bella gave a moan in want, and her movements started to become more erratic.

"Uuuhhhnnn. Filip," she moaned, and his hands left her breasts, going to her ass and encouraged her to go faster.

"Oh, lass," he said in a gravely voice. He took one of her hands and placed it against his heart, letting her feel the way it raced within his chest. "This- This is what you do to me. This is how I feel about you, every time I see even a glimpse of you in a photo." He could feel her walls start to tremble. She was close. So damn close, and she was already so fucking tight, he had to focus on what he was saying so he didn't lose himself too soon.

"You have such power over me, and yeh don't even know it," he said, letting go of her hand so he could grasp her hips in both hands as he used his legs to push up into her powerfully to emphasize his next comment. "This is what I feel, every time I come into a room with only you at the end of the day. I want to fuck you senseless, and never let you out of my sight so I know you're safe."

He brought her down hard again and Bella threw her head back in pure ecstasy. One of Chibs's hands, once again, went to a breast, and began rolling a nipple through his fingers. He sat up, and brought his lips to her ear.

"Come, mo ghràdh. Let go," he whispered to her, as he kissed the soft spot behind her ear gently.

"Ohh! Oh! Yes! Filip! AAAHHHH!" Bella yelled as she grasped onto Chibs with everything she had. Her hot, tight, silky wet walls gripping him hard. Chib's hands guided her hips as his pace thrusting up into her quickened as he too raced to his finish.

"Oh, bloody fuck, lass! Ah! Ughnnn!" he ground out as his orgasm was pulled from him. He fell back once again, taking Bella with him, his left hand gently tracing rhythmically behind her right shoulder. Right here. Right here was where he wanted to be and right here was where he would give her his crow.