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A week later, Gabby went to Tara's office an hour before school started, this time for the results of a urine sample to make sure that everything was still fine, looking up quickly when Tara came into office closing the door as she did, her face was a little paler than normal and her eyes were wide, seeing Gabby, Tara looked at her before speaking her voice full of sorrow, "I'm so sorry," kneeling down in front of Gabby.

Gabby looked at wondering what she was talking about, because she was fine ten minutes ago when she had left to get the paper work. "What, what are you talking about?" had something happened since the blood work, that had came back negative for anything wrong.

"Gabby your pregnant."

Gabby's mouth dropped staring at Tara who had came to the other side of her hugging her. A million thoughts ran through her head, the one of the major things that had stopped her from losing her virginity to Josh, was the fact that she hadn't wanted to become a teen mom. Now she was going to be a mom, but this time she wouldn't have the support of the father because she didn't know the man and she never wanted to meet him again. She was already stretched to capacity, she went to school she was doing really well in two of her classes the other four she was at least passing, she worked on average forty hours a week at the diner, she was practically raising two kids already, her siblings, and she barely slept three hours as of now. How was she supposed to raise a baby?

Tara broke Gabby out of the gaze, "Everything else is fine, you came back clean for everything else." Letting that sink in before she asked, "Gabby, are you okay?"

Gabby looked to her side, "Uh, oh, yeah, I'm just peachy."

"Do you want to talk about it, you have options?"

Gabby just stared at her, "What do you mean options?" her voice full of confusion.

"There's options to deal with the pregnancy." Tara hated having to say that, sure she had chosen when she found out she was pregnant with Kohn's baby, but she was also thirty and a doctor when she made that choose, not a teenager still going to high school.

"I'll think about it, can I …" looking at the door, Gabby asked, "can I go?"

Tara hugged her one last time, "yeah… yes, you can go just remember if you need to talk to someone I'm there."

"Yeah, just please don't tell anyone… actually you already cant because this never happened," with that Gabby seemed to run out the door.

Tara watched as the door swung closed, the finality of the statement was true, nobody knew, Gemma had made it so that Gabby wouldn't be able to tell anyone without her ratting Gemma out to.

Sitting in the truck, she looked at the time '7.37 am', she had about twenty minutes till her first class started. Three weeks, she was three weeks pregnant, what was she going to do?

It was nightfall, Clay, Jax, Opie, and a couple other club members, were going to blow up Darby's meth lab. Getting to the location and seeing a wooden cabin style house that frequented most homes out in the woods, Jax says, "that's got to be it."

Clay then commands, "Go."

Looking up at the house Jax whisper yells, "Hold it!" pointing to the sides of the house, "Cameras." Tig and Chibs then pull down their masks before running up to the sides of house guns in hand.

Juice stood from beside Clay speaks, "We're set," after he and Opie had got the charges ready and put on their ski masks.

Before Juice and Opie could head over, Jax reminded the group of the plan, "We'll clear the house, then blow it." With that a Juice and Opie ran over to the house setting dynamite at the base of the house, before Jax and Clay started shooting out the front windows making the men inside the house run out shooting getting into their silver SUV and driving away.

Different members called out, "Clear… Let's go, go."

Clay, Juice, Tig, Chibs, and Jax hid behind a stack of logs to shield themselves from the shrapnel, Jax looked at his brothers, "Who's got the remote?"

Juice answers, "Ope's not using one." A minute later Opie is running out the house getting about fifty feet out before the house explodes and he's thrown to the ground by the impact of the blast. Once the second explosion hits Opie is back up and running towards the wood stack. As Jax and Clay look at each other shaking their heads, noticing that Opie had become increasingly destructive since he came home, first with standing up and walking out into the middle of a gunfight between them and niners against the Mayans, then this.

That night, SAMCRO members, were enjoying the fruits of their labors by having a wrap party at Cara-Cara their newly required porn studio that they were partners with Luann, Big Otto's wife. Opie was sitting on one of the director chairs just watching everyone party when Jax came up two beer cups in hand, giving one to Opie before sitting next to him in a chair. Opie says, "Thanks."

Looking out to all the porn girls and members, "Crazy, huh? … Heard you went a little cowboy at that Mayan thing a few weeks ago. The thing today with the explosives … "

"I don't have a death wish, man."

"You got something going on."

"I've got the club. Just throwing myself into it."

"You got kids, Ope," stressing the word 'kids'. Jax didn't want to see Opie fall in the rabbit hole of destruction, especially when he had three kids counting on him. "Don't throw yourself too far." At that Opie says nothing considering he hadn't really wanted to think about the fact if he died his kids would be orphaned, but he also didn't care all he wanted was his dead wife back.

A couple days later, Jax was pulling up next to Opie on the lot Jax speaks, "Hey! … I did not know you were riding."

"Clay wants me on the rely." The ride was for the SAMCRO blood drive for kids, well that was the cover they were going to be driving guns up and down the coast for the Irish every two weeks.

"Mary with the kids?"

"My kids are fine, Jax." His voice gruff, he didn't want to rehash this considering just that morning Mary had yelled at him for leaving again. Gabby had rushed the kids out quickly once the yelling started, to drive them to school before going to class herself.

After hearing that they had lost Tig to the bounty hunters when he was admitted to the hospital after falling down a hill on his bike, Clay lost his grip on his motorcycle pulling out of a gas station with Opie, Jax, and Chibs. Walking over to a concrete half wall, Clay sits down rubbing his hands trying to get feeling back in them, Opie follows sitting down next to him.

After a moment had passed, Clay speaks, "There are days when I can not even get my dick out of my pants."

"That's what prospects are for," Opie says in complete seriousness.

"Yeah," Clay says laughing. "Are you all right? … Family?

"I guess." Looking out to the road he continues, "the road helps. Reminds me why I signed up for all this bullshit in the first place."

"Amen, brother."

"We have to go get Tig. This thing between you and Jax … I do not know what it is but its pulling focus from what we are. … I'm with you either way." Opie then got up heading back towards the Jax, Chibs, and the bikes. Clay following, after sitting there a moment longer.

As Opie gets back on his bike, Jax asks, "He okay?"

"He just needs to know that we got his back."

Clay walks up to everyone saying, "Let's go get Tig," before mounting his bike.

Three days later, a silver car came up to the shop as Opie was fixing up the frame for a custom bike. Hearing the tell tale sign of a flat he walked out seeing a blonde hair woman get out of the car, her son looking out the back window at him. She says, "Hi" as she rounds the front of her car.

Opie looks down at the right front tire, well there is supposed to be a tire but all that was left was the silver rim, "I think it's flat."

She laughs at that, "Went out on 18."

Crossing his arms he looks at the woman who looked no older than twenty-five, "You rode on this all the way from the highway?"

"It's bad, isn't it?"

"The rim's shot. Alignment's probably out of whack."

"Will it take long?"

"We don't stock hybrids, here. It'll take a few hours."

"Shit."

Feeling as if he remembered her, he asks, "You're one of Luann's girls."

"Lyla."

"Opie."

She smiles at him, "Yeah, I know. Can you get me the number for a cab?"

"You going to the studio?"

Glancing at her son, "I have to get him to school first."

"Dog can give you a lift. If you don't mind a tow truck."

Looking over to where Opie had nodded to, stood a big burly man grabbing parts in a ripped up mechanics shirt, Lyla says, "Really? That'd be great."

Calling out, "Dog. You mind giving her a lift to Luann's studio?" Turning back to Lyla, "Car should be ready this afternoon." Lyla hands over her keys, their hands holding each others for a moment before she pulls away following her son towards the tow truck.

"Great. Thank you." She calls out.

"Sure." As Opie starts the car to move it closer to the garage, he looks down at the passenger side floorboards, seeing an action figure. He then glances back to Lyla who is riding of with her son and Dog, the mechanic, in the tow truck. The action figure reminding him of his own son, remembering the seeing no wedding ring on her figure, it seemed they already had two things in common.

Later that day, Lyla comes back to pick up her car, as Opie handed her the keys "All right, you're all set. Next time, just pull over and call us."

"Okay," handing him her phone number she says, "Or you can call me."

As she gets into her car, Opie looks down at the card, before watching her leave staring till the car leaves the lot. He then heads to his bike, leaning against it as he thinks, about Donna, about the prospect of a new person in his life. A few minutes later he heads over to sit by Tig talking about the vote, for waiting for retaliation of Zobelle they had had just fifteen minutes earlier. Two minutes later Chibs is running from a van he had been about to move, the van bursting into flames as the blast makes him fall to the ground fracturing his skull. Seeing the explosion everyone runs to Chibs checking to see if he was alright, Tara checking his pulse as a pool of blood spread out from his head.

In the mass of police officers and Sons, Mary comes up to Jax as he is walking towards the clubhouse, "Jax, I needs some help."

"What's the matter?" he asks as he continues towards the clubhouse, Mary trailing behind him.

"Don't know what to do. This thing with Chibs, gonna push Ope farther away." Chibs having been sent to the hospital just minutes before.

Jax stops hearing that, turning to Mary, he looks to her before asking, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't come home much anymore. … If he does, he barely speaks to his kids. They have no idea what's happening. … I didn't sign up for this. Kids need a mother, a father. Gabby's trying but it shouldn't be on the kid's shoulders. … Tried talking to Ope. I didn't raise him. … We got no history." She wanted he son to be a father again, she and Gabby could only go so far. Gabby woke up almost every night breathing heavy, she then just sat in bed for a minute before grabbing a hoodie and walking out to the garage, staying there till early morning, then getting ready and making breakfast for everyone before Mary had even woken up. Mary had caught her a couple times but said nothing, not knowing how to help. Ellie and Kenny were still sleeping in their parents' room.

"Talk to Piney about it?"

Shaking her head, she answers, "He's on his way to the cabin. This will be a four-day bender at least."

"Mary, I don't know how to help Ope."

"Talk to him. … Please."

"All right." Before he heads over to Gemma and Tara, and Mary heads back to the house.

After the club meeting that same night, Opie heads back towards the dorm rooms; Jax follows a moment later. Seeing Opie sitting on the bed a backpack in hand, Jax asks from the doorway, "You living here now?"

"Crashing once in a while."

"I talked to your mom. … She's worried about her grandkids. Said they never see their dad anymore."

"It's not your worry."

"Problem of my brother's is a problem of mine, right?"

"I don't have a problem. My kids are fine."

"Okay, look, man, … I think it's all good …you getting deeper in the club, … but you're obviously still dealing with some shit. Donna's death has got to be a nightmare …"

Standing up quickly Opie interrupts, "How do you know what I'm dealing with? You got to figure out your own shit, brother."

"I know what I'm doing."

"You got things you want to change. … I get it. But this beef with Clay, it's not about what's best for Sam Crow, it's about you pushing to be king." Jax shakes his head 'no; at that but Opie ignores it and pushes through, "It's not your time yet, man. This is Clay's club. You got to back down, get in line. Before somebody gets hurt." Pulling the backpack over his shoulder Opie walks out before Jax could argue.

That night when the club went to retaliate against Zobelle who was at a church function, Opie going after Zobelle who drove off in a silver Sudan, while the rest try to get out after finding the place swarming with women and children not the group of recruits they were expecting, while trying to find their mark. After almost getting run over and hitting a parked car making him hit the rear windshield, Opie heads back only to see the rest of SAMCRO in cuffs being arrested and put in the back of a police transfer truck. Leaving him, Piney, who was on a bender in the cabin, and Chibs, who was in the hospital with a bleed in the brain as the only members of SAMCRO left outside.

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