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GEMMA

Gemma decided to pay her friend a visit. Sam had stayed at her home for a couple of days, but after Dave had gone to that facility she had moved back into her own home. Every other day Gemma visited her, to make sure she was alright and to make sure Dave was still in that facility. There was no way he was coming out before he had completed the program.

It was pretty early in the morning when Gemma set foot on Sam's porch. She noticed that the lights were already on, which indicated Sam was already up. After knocking on the door Gemma let her eyes scan the front yard and when she turned to her right she found a bike standing next to Sam's car. Taking a closer look, Gemma found it was Tig's bike and she was immediately intrigued. Did he stay the night? If he did that could only mean one thing, they were getting back together and there was nothing Gemma wanted more for Samantha. She knew Tig would treat her right, treat her the way she deserved to be treated.

The door opened and Samantha answered. She was already dressed in a pair of jeans and a grey sweater, even though it was still pretty hot. "Hey," she greeted Gemma. "Come in."

When Gemma stepped into the kitchen she saw Tig sitting at the dining table, eating cornflakes, acting like nothing had happened last night, but they couldn't fool Gemma.

"I gotta get going," Tig said, standing up. He gave Gemma the nod as he passed. She raised her eyebrows, trying see if he responded, but he focused his eyes on the ground and disappeared out of the door after saying, "I'll talk to you later, Sam."

Gemma placed her bag on the table and sat on the same chair Tig had sat on, pushing the bowl of cornflakes away from her. "I see you had a good night."

Sam picked up the bowl and placed it in the dishwasher. Upon hearing what Gemma said she turned around. "What?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

"You and Tig?" Gemma said, a soft smile on her face.

"Nothing happened, if that's what you think," Sam replied, turning her back towards Gemma again as she pressed some buttons on the dishwasher to get the right setting and turning it on.

"Come on, Sam," Gemma continued. "He clearly spend the night, you are not going to tell me he slept on the couch."

Sam turned around again, raising her eyebrows slightly, but gave no reply. You can't be serious, Gemma thought, she swung her body around so she could see the couch without having to stand up from the chair. To her surprise she found a blanket and a pair of pillows. "Oh my god, he did sleep on the couch…"

"Gem, I'm still married, remember?" Sam said while raising her left hand to show her the wedding band that was still on her ring finger.

"Yeah, but no one would blame you. You're marriage is hardly a loving one, now is it?" Gemma spoke, resting her hands on the table.

"He's going to change, okay? Just you wait and see." She could tell Sam was getting a little annoyed about the subject.

"Then why did Tig sleep here if you guys didn't hook up?"

"You promise not to tell?" Sam started. This isn't good…

"Yeah, of course," Gemma replied. Sam sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the table, nervously weaving her fingers together.

"He needed an alibi for something he did, and I gave him one…"

"Jesus Christ, what did he do now?"

"I don't know, Gemma. He didn't want to tell me. But you can't tell Clay!"

"I won't tell him, sweetie, I promise."

Gemma had it with all the secrets. It seemed as if everyone she knew had something to hide and she was getting sick and tired of it. What had happened to honesty?

"Did the police drop by?" Gemma couldn't help but wonder what Tig had done. She wouldn't be surprised if it involved a hooker, or two.

"No, not yet. He said he made sure it couldn't be traced back to him, but he wanted an alibi either way."

The fact that Sam provided him with an alibi was surprising to Gemma. It was proof that she still cared about him. No one would lie to the cops for someone they hated. Now Dave was out of the picture it would be the perfect time for Tig and Sam to get back together.

"You know, maybe you and Tig should give it a shot again," Gemma started. She had to seize the opportunity and besides, she had always loved playing the matchmaker.

"No," Samantha clearly stated.

"Why not?" Gemma continued. "Tig would treat you well and he can provide for you, he's a good man, Sam."

Samantha sighed, burying her head in her hands. "I don't know, Gemma. It's all so complicated."

"Then make it simple, choose Tig and tell Dave to fuck himself."

Sam laughed. "I don't think telling him it that would end very well."

"Well, if he's changed like you say, he won't lay a hand on you, no matter what you tell him."

Sam's smile disappeared, and Gemma could see she was lost. Here was a woman who wanted to stay faithful to her husband, but then again wanted to be with the love of her life. She had to make her own choice, Gemma couldn't do that for her. The only thing left to do was hope she would make the right decision.

On her way back to the garage she drove past Megan's house. Gemma knew she it wasn't in her place to check up on her, but she wanted to make sure she was still there. The ATF would probably come back to her, trying to convince her to spy on SAMCRO, so making sure Meg was still at her own house wouldn't hurt.

When she saw Jax stepping on his bike, putting on his helmet, she immediately stopped the car and drove it as close to the curb as possible so Jax wouldn't recognize the Cadillac. Gemma watched him as Megan came down from the stairs and ran towards him, giving him a kiss.

Gemma's eyes widened upon the sight. At least someone was making the right decision.