Gwen was right. The quiet days were over. It was a goddamn mess. First Tig in the hospital, because of Bobby and now Chibs. The guys told her it had to do with the fluids in the car, but Gwen didn't believe a thing they said. Now they were in prison, except for Opie, Chibs and the prospect. From what she understood they were trying to get to Zobelle, and had made rushed decisions after Chibs got hurt. Opie was now managing everything on his own that had to do with the club. Gemma had been out of it earlier and still didn't seem like herself. Yes, she was doing better, but Gwen knew something was up. "What the hell?" Gwen mumbled as she could feel her phone vibrate in the pocket of her jacket. "Hello?" Gwen asked as she looking over the landscape.

"This is Cynthia Clark, am I speaking to miss Kozik?"

"Oh hello, yes that's me."

"We've looked at the finances and you're ready to buy the house. If you have time today, I'll make sure your papers are ready and you can come sign the contract."

"Yes, that sounds great!" Gwen told her. "I will be at your office within an hour. Does that suit you?"

"That would be perfect, I'll see you then." Gwen hung up the call and felt relieved. Thank god, she was able to get out of her small hell hole. She quickly rode off to her house and changed in something slightly more professional. Gwen grabbed a bag with all the papers she needed and could barely contain her excitement. About three hours later she walked out of the office of her real estate agent with her contract in her hand. Tomorrow she would be able to pick up the keys.

"You got to be fucking kidding me right?" Gwen said out loud when she stepped in her soon the be old house and her cellphone went off again. She hated those days when people kept on calling her. It made Gwen restless. When she saw the unfamiliar number on her display she almost wanted to refuse the call, but she picked it up anyways. "Hello?"

"Gwen, you okay?" her brother asked.

"Yeah, I'm good. I just bought the house I send you pictures off, the one with the windows. I can pick up the keys tomorrow and get everything in there."

"Really? That's great," she heard Herman say.

"You okay?" Gwen asked when the enthusiasm didn't quite reach her.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I just heard about Chibs and the club. I was on a run. I'm glad you didn't get hurt."

"Same," the blonde replied sitting down on her couch. "Chibs is still on critical but the Tara says he's heading towards the right direction. It will take some time."

"Just don't do anything stupid okay? Just lay low for a while." Gwen snorted.

"Says my brother. But yeah, I'll behave."

"I'm serious Gwen, there is about to be a shit storm. The ATF probably will dive right back into it," Gwen took a deep breathe. Why did she live in this town in the first place? Why the hell didn't she go live in Portland or something. "I need you to carry a gun with you at all times," she heard her brother say. "I can't protect you from here, just do it, okay?"

"Okay, doesn't mean I'll like it though. I will go to the shooting range as soon as I can. Practice a bit again."

"Good."

"Herman, it sounds really stupid, but maybe it's time that someone told me what it is what you're doing. I will find out one way or another. I already have my suspicion…"

"Drop it."

"Fine," Gwen rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm gonna arrange some shit for the house. It's basically ready for me to move in so, maybe I can find last minute movers or something."

" You do that, and I'm serious about the gun."

"Alright, will do. Stay safe." With that the call got disconnected and Gwen let out a frustrated scream. She plugged in her laptop and started looking for local movers. The club had already offered to help, but since they were in prison, she had no choice and she didn't feel like waiting. Two phone calls later she found somebody who was able to move her the day after tomorrow. The blonde still felt frustrated and tense, shut down her laptop and walked outside towards her bike. She rode around for hours, but still she couldn't get quite rid of the tension that was surging through her body. It was already growing dark, but she didn't feel like stopping. Suddenly there was a road sign indicating that there was a shooting range not too far from where she was, that was still open at this hour, just within Charming borders. She just needed to let get go of her frustration. Plus the exercise would be rather useful.

Gwen quickly hired a lane and decided just to fire away with a gun that was exactly the same model as her Glock. She had never fired that thing, so this was absolutely necessary. She realized she didn't bring her own gun, but then again she didn't really want to, even though she knew he brother was right. Gwen aimed and fired and got back in tune with the familiar sensation. She liked guns and loved the feel of them, but she was just terrified about what they were actually capable off. She rather didn't use it at all. Gwen noticed somebody standing behind her and she slowly put her gun down. "You're a rather good shot you know," she heard an all too familiar voice coming from behind her when Gwen automatically moved the piece of paper towards her, seeing how well she had aimed. "Only shooting near the heart… couple in the head. You feel like killing someone?" June Stahl said. Gwen slowly turned around and looked at the taller older blonde.

"Myself mostly," Gwen told her with a face that didn't betray any emotion.

"I am sorry to hear that," she heard Stahl say with her typical tone she seemed to use when she tried to manipulate somebody. "You know… I really hoped you would've been smart enough to get out of this town, but it seems like you're growing closer to samcrow after all." Gwen noticed they were the only two at the shooting range, making her uncomfortable.

"I tried, but it seems like this town draws be back in every time I want to leave. Apparently the same happens to you, for different reasons of course," she dropped a long silence as she looked at the gun and unloaded it. "To be honest, I didn't want to miss you coming by again, I might've missed you," Gwen said with rather flirtatious tone. She grabbed the papers and held them under her arm, looking for a trashcan. The younger blonde looked a moment at Stahl before she walked away. Stahl drew one corner of her mouth up a bit, her nervous quirk. Gwen merely smiled and walked away.

"Bail is posted," she called, just before Gwen walked out the door towards the reception. "They're out tomorrow morning." Gwen gave her one last smile before walking out the door. She handed in the gun and the ammo she didn't use, thanking the war veteran.

"You alright doll?" The older man asked. Gwen nodded.

"Yeah, it's been a while. Needed to get rid of my frustration."

"Don't we all," he told her. The man took in her guns and looked at the papers under her arm. "Need me take those in?"

"Yes please," Gwen said awkwardly and handed them over to the man. "I didn't see a trashcan." The man let out a low whistle when he saw the numerous holes in the posters.

"Remind me not to mess with you," he said with approval looking at her sheets. Gwen rubbed the back of her head awkwardly and give him a small smile. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?"

"Uhm my brother gave me my first lessons and later on I just continued on my own. On a shooting range of course," she quickly added.

"I haven't seen you here before," he muttered.

"I don't live her that long, it's my first time here," the blonde said.

"Back in Vietnam, there was one buddy of mine, God may have his soul, he could shoot everything he wanted. He was a damn good sniper. You ever shot with a rifle before?" Gwen shook her head. "Just gimme a call if you feel like learning how to use one. It's whole different art, but I think you got it." The blonde couldn't help by smile a little at his compliment.

"Thank you…"

"Bruce."
"Gwen Kozik," she introduced herself shaking his hand. And suddenly it hit her. "Uhmm maybe this questions comes across rude but uhmm…"

"Just say what you want to say sweetheart," the older man told her.

"I'm an artist and I am still looking for inspiration and a decent theme, but I was wondering if I could interview you or something and made a couple of pictures? I am not sure if I'm gonna use them in the end…"

"Just buy me some beer or a good bourbon and I'll be happy to do it. You wanna talk about war right?"
"Yeah, if that –…"

"That's alright doll, just gimme a call when you're ready. Don't plan this on Fridays or Saturdays, then I'm probably somewhere under a table," Bruce joked and Gwen let out a chuckle.

"I'll keep that in mind," Bruce scribbled down some info on a piece of paper and handed it to Gwen. "Thank you," the blonde said and Bruce just nodded, looking at the woman walking out of the door. Gwen couldn't help but feel relieved and excited when it came to her idea for her new collection. On her way to her soon to be old house she had the feeling this was actually going to work out. When she laid down in her bed and looked at ceiling, she couldn't believe that she had fallen asleep when Tig had taken a shower. Gwen grinned maybe certain things were looking up for her. She promised herself that she would call Julia as soon she had moved into her new house.

Gwen hopped of her bike and placed her helmet on her handle bar and walked into the hospital. She was glad she had everything ready for the move tomorrow and was happy she had her keys in her pocket. "Hey," Gwen heard coming from behind her.

"Hey Tara, how's Chibs doing?"

"He's doing better, he will stay at the ICU for a while, just to make sure that everything goes alright. He was awake earlier for a bit, not sure if he's awake now."

"Doesn't matter, I just wanted to check in on him," Gwen was about to walk away when she remembered something. "Hey Tara, we still need to do that lunch thingy, tomorrow if your shift allows you?"

"It has been real busy with work, the club…"

"Another time then," the blonde smiled and walked away not wanting to talk about the club at the moment. She walked towards Chibs' room and entered. She took a chair and sat down. The Scotsman was sleeping and Gwen decided to grab her sketchbook and just draw away for a moment. She knew she wouldn't get disturbed here. Having a house in which her whole life boxed-up again, wasn't really the best place to find a moment for yourself and to just draw away. She was happy with the theme she had chosen, war veterans sounded a little too narrow in her opinion, but it could be interesting. She wrote and sketched away trying to figure out how she would approach the idea she had in mind.

"Hey," she heard Chibs' soft voice.

"Hey," she said softly putting her sketchbook back in her bag, Gwen placed the chair next to his bed.

"What yer doin' here?" his voice was soft, speaking slowly.

"Checking up on you, plus this is a pretty good place to think."

"Most people go to church to think… not a hospital," Chibs tried to joke.

"I'm not very religious Chibs," she told him. "How you feeling?"

"Like shite."

"You need anything?" the blonde asked. Chibs was exhausted and she didn't want to wear him out too much. He had difficulty keeping his eyes open, but he kept trying to keep himself awake.

"No luv, thank you."

"Just go back to sleep. I'll just sit here, thinking." Chibs carefully nodded and closed his eyes again. The blonde wasn't so sure what to do here. The club seemed to have arrived in difficult times and she realized she was unaware of many things. Chibs seemed a bit spooked. Gwen drew away for a while when she heard the door open. The blonde looked up and saw a dark woman walking in, her eyes piercing right through her. Gwen slowly closed her sketchbook and put it back in her bag.

"Who are you?" the woman asked with a thick accent.

"I could ask you the same thing," Gwen said, standing up from her chair. "Gwen Kozik, a friend of Chibs. And you are?"

"Fiona Larkin, I'm his wife," she stated, staring down at Gwen who gave her a surprised look. Gwen crossed her arm in front of her chest, not liking the attitude of the woman at all. "A friend ye say? Ye surprised that he's a married man?"

"Look, I don't know who you are Fiona, I really don't. I don't know Chibs that long either, so we didn't really talk about family and all, because that's not my place. I think I'll take my leave and leave you alone with your husband." Gwen placed the chair back where it belonged and grabbed her bag. The blonde walked out of the door and she could feel the woman's eyes on her. That bitch didn't seem to take shit from anybody. She quickly grabbed her cellphone once she was out of the door and dialed Gemma's number. "Hey Gemm, Gwen here. Some woman told me she was Chibs' wife? She sounded Irish or something."

"Oh shit," she heard Gemma say from the other end. "I'll be right over."

"Alright, I will be going though."

"By the way, family dinner at my house 't night at eight, be there."

"Sure, need be to bring something?"

"I got it. You already made pancakes last time," she heard Gemma say. Gwen felt secretly relieved that she didn't need to cook otherwise she would need to reopen her boxes with pots and pans.

"Alright see you then Gemma," Gwen ended the call and hopped on her bike.

Gwen parked her bike and noticed that none of the men were there yet. She walked up to the huge-ass house Gemma and Clay owned and entered the dining area. "Hey," Gwen said when she saw Gemma ordering around some croweaters. The blonde gave the woman a hug and looked around. "Anything I can do?"

"Nah, nothing. Good you called me about the Irish woman."

"She means trouble?" Gwen asked and the look in Gemma's eyes told her enough. "Well, let's just wait and see shall we? There has been enough drama for the rest of the year already."

"Welcome to club life darlin'," the older woman said.

"Yeah figured that much." Gemma took an scale from the oven when Tara walked in with a vibe around her that told Gwen that she was absolutely pissed off. Gemma quickly followed Tara after a small exchange of words.

"This is my livelihood!" she heard Tara yell. "Do you have any idea how hard I worked to get where I am?"
"Yeah, I get it."

"Do you? This could cost me my goddamn job!" Tara continued.

Gwen could understand very well how Tara was feeling she had felt the exact same thing when she got fired.

"The club is the clubs, my life is my life. Stay out of it."

"Hey…" Lyla's soft voice came from besides them, holding her own scale of food that smelled delicious in Gwen's opinion. Ellie and Kenny looked a bit lost, standing beside Lyla.

"Perfect… serving hand-jobs for desert?" Tara said angrily and walked away. Gwen felt furious as she heard those words come out of Tara's mouth.

"That's real nice in front of the kids!" Lyla said, setting her scale of food on the dinner table with a loud bang. The blonde quickly walked outside.

"Lyla!" Gwen called and shot an apologetic look to the two kids. "Alright, Ellie, Kenny, why don't you look in the kitchen see if you can help somebody alright? Maybe grab some drinks for yourselves. I am gonna go check on Lyla, okay?" The two kids nodded silently and walked to the kitchen. "Be right back Gemma," Gwen said and jogged outside where Lyla tried to control her anger. "Lyla!"

"Are you gonna start as well?" She shouted turning around to face Gwen.

"Hell no, what Tara said was a low blow. She shouldn't have said that." Gwen said standing half-way the path towards the house.

"What's going on?" Gwen noticed the men hopping of the bike and Opie walked towards Lyla wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"I'm tired of taking abuse Ope. That doctor is an arrogant bitch," Bobby let out a low chucle at Lyla's words.

"Sorry," Lyla said to Jax as he raised his eyebrows.

"Thanks brother," Ope said.

"Jesus Christ here we go, dinner with mom," Jax said, Bobby let out a laugh. "What the hell did Tara say to her?" Jax asked looking at the other blonde. Gwen took a deep breath and looked at Jax.

"She said, perfect, serving hand-jobs for desert? She was kinda pissed at your mom and took it out on Lyla as well. Worst part is, she said it in front of Kenny and Ellie."

"You've gotta be kiddin' me." Jax sighed.

"I wish I was, but nah."

"Why are bitches always so mean to each other? No offense," Bobby quickly added as Jax walked in front of them.

"None taken. Most women are bitches. Myself included. But I don't know Bobby, I don't get it either. We learn from a young age that we should be better than other women. That image is also reinforced by the media. We act like bitches, when we feel threatened."

"Deep shit," Bobby said.

"Yup I know," Gwen agreed.

"Come on everybody, come on, let's sit down," Gemma said as Gwen walked in with Bobby.

"Let's just hope this all for tonight," Bobby muttered softly and Gwen shook her head.

"Unfortunately, I don't think so…" Gwen replied. Bobby grabbed a drink and the kids sat themselves down at the table. The look on Tara's face was anything but happy and Jax seemed tired as well.

"Where the hell were you?" Clay asked as he came walking in with Tig, Happy and Kip. His sun glasses were still on and Gwen wondered why.

"What are you talkin' about?" Jax asked in a low voice.

"I got two guys laying in a hospital beds, and the rest of you decides not to pick-up your goddamn phones?"

"We were neck deep in our own pile of shit," Bobby tried to explain.

"We almost got killed, trying to take back our guns man," Tig said in a low voice.

Her suspicion was no confirmed. Why else would the ATF look into the Sons?Gwen felt uncomfortable and could feel the tension in the air. The kids felt the same as they looked silently at the table. Gwen stood beside Lyla and looked at the scene that was about to unfold.

"Club business, not here asshole," Bobby warned him softly. Tig gave Bobby a hard push and suddenly the whole situation escalated. The members were trying to pull Tig of Bobby.

"They were helping me Clay!" Opie called Gwen turned her head towards the door when she saw deputy Hale standing there. The hadn't officially met, but she knew him, because the rest told her.

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt." Suddenly it fell quiet. "I figured I should tell you this in person. We just found Luanne Delany off county 18. Beaten to death. We've no other details right now. I'm sorry." Gemma started shaking and looked in front of her in disbelief.

"Did you cause this?" Clay asked with a low voice. Gwen really wished she was out of this room right now and just using her pick-up truck to move all her stuff to her new house.

"What are you talkin' about?"

"Payback? Cara-cara."

"This is on me Clay," Opie piped-up.

"On me too," Bobby said solemnly.

"What are you talking about?" Tig demanded.

"I'm not talking to you asshole," Bobby said lowly, making Tig jump on him again.

"Are you seeing what you're doing to this club?" Clay shouted as the others continued fighting.

"I was risking my ASS for this club!" Jax yelled as the second fight in the evening continued.

"Bullshit."

"You're as blind as you're cripple."

"Nah the blind is in jail with no wife, because you got her killed!"

"I'm not the one murdering women!" Jax shouted and Gwen just stared in front of her taking it all in. She wondered what she got herself into. Suddenly all the guys were fighting. Out of nowhere she heard the shattering of a plate and Gemma stood there, shaking, trying to keep herself under control. There was too much tension for her to handle and Gwen couldn't blame her. Gemma sat down as the rest tried to understand what was going on. Moments of silence passed and the blonde looked at Kenny and Ellie.

"Come on guys, let's grab a plate and put some things on it you want to eat. Watch out for the glass. We're gonna find a blanket and sit outside fore while alright?" She said softly and handed them a plate. "Lyla?" Gwen asked and the other blonde nodded, helping the kids to fill their plates. They slowly walked outside and sat on the porch.

"We don't have knives and forks." Ellie said softly.

"Just pretend that you're camping and we forget all that. So just eat with your hands, you're allowed to. Do you mind?" Gwen asked as she grabbed a potato from Ellie's plate. "Thanks." Gwen replied as Ellie gave the blonde a weird look.

Gwen walked to her bike and placed her helmet on her head. "Gwen!" Tig called. She just ignored him. "Shezik!"She rode off to god knows where. She didn't feel like going to her house and she didn't feel like going to sleep either. She had too many thoughts running through her head. She noticed the sound of another Harley behind her, Tig. Gwen had no idea what he wanted from her. Soon she took a dirt road and put her bike on the kickstand. "What the hell?" He asked, stopping beside her.

"I could ask you the same thing," she whispered in desperate need of a drink. Both turned off their engines and looked at each other. Gwen stared ahead of her into the darkness and could feel herself shaking a bit.

"Talk to me," Tig told her.

"So my suspicion has been confirmed. You're running guns. Chibs got blown up, no way that was because of car fluids. Otherwise you wouldn't have disturbed that religious session… Plus why else would the ATF look into it again?" the blonde spat out taking a deep breath. "What did Jax mean with: I'm not the one murdering women, Tig?" She noticed that Tig's shoulders tensed-up. He looked in front of him and she looked at his face. At first he looked angry but then, she noticed something else. Guilt. "Donna?" Gwen whispered in disbelieve, thinking about the night when she woke-up Tig from his nightmare. The blonde placed her helmet on her handle bar and continued to look at him. "That's why you apologized to Ope in your sleep…" Tig couldn't believe what she was doing, she was slowly picking him apart. He didn't need to say anything, she just knew. He could feel his chest grow tighter, his eyes started to burn. Maybe Clay was right, maybe he wasn't good enough to be his right hand man anymore. He hadn't noticed that Gwen had hopped of her bike and walked over to him, until she touched his cheek.

"It-it was a mistake," Tig confessed. "It was supposed to be Opie in the car. N-not Donna… ATF wired his car, made him look like a rat. But he didn't. He didn't rat. I was already gone… when Unser told Clay. Didn't hear my cell. Didn't have it on me… I didn't want to look at Opie's face, afraid I would chicken out. I shot her…. I shot Donna," he couldn't hold back anymore and Gwen wrapped an arm around him, letting him cry on her shoulder. She tried to keep her tears from coming, but she couldn't. Gwen tried to comfort the man, a killer. It was a mistake. A deadly mistake at that. She felt sad for Opie, she felt sad for Kenny and Ellie, who had to miss their mother and had a father that didn't really looked after them. She felt sad for Tig, who felt so guilty about his mistake. Somehow it served him right, but it was just too painful to hold the broken man. She felt angry at the ATF. She felt anger towards Clay for putting him through this. He didn't say it, but she knew Clay had a strong hand in this. She understood Jax's anger.

"Look at me," Gwen said softly as he stopped crying. Gwen cupped his face and looked into his eyes. "I'm here for you…" she said softly "I'm not sure how, but I'm here."

Thanks for reading! A pretty quick update if I say so myself. Please PLEASE review! (I'm begging here and I hate begging)