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Fallon: A Story of the Legacy

Chapter Twenty-Five

It was heartbreaking to know that the place she grew up at had been blown to smithereens. They were cleaning it up as best as they could. They had come across so many memories just in the span of a few hours. Too bad Uncle John's bike had taken the brunt of the explosion. At least it was still in one piece.

"Hey, Dru!" Chibs yelled. "I found your mugshot!"

"Which one?" she asked.

"How many do you have?" Happy questioned her.

"You need to be more specific, Hap. How many because of the club or because of my own stupid mistakes?" Dru told him.

"I only found one picture," Chibs replied.

Jax went to look over Chibs' shoulder to glance at the picture. "Your hair was shorter, right below your shoulders. You were around twenty-one years old, so that would've been the time she got arrested for assaulting a police officer."

For the first time in a long time Jax stunned Dru. "You remember that?" she asked him.

"I remember everything."

Dru's breath caught.

They worked hard to move everything to the old Charming Scoops and Sweets building. It hadn't taken long to find the place. All they had to do was call the mayor. Dru was feeling the burn of cleaning so damn much. First the clubhouse and now this old building. Damn Jax for putting her to work.

Rat came out and gave them some good news. "Jax, I think we're close."

"Let's do it," Jax said turning around patting Dru on the back. "Let's set up."

Dru smiled knowing she would find the table upstairs.

They found Bobby standing there, supervising it seemed, as they put the table back together. The large ornate table that had the Reaper carved into it had survived the explosion. In Dru's mind it was meant to be.

"Home is where the Reaper is," Bobby commented.

"Once a Reaper, always a Reaper," Dru continued as she hugged Bobby.

"Your daddy used to say that," he told her.

"It's true."

Jax followed suit and hugged Bobby. "Let's get the guys up here." He pointed at Dru when Bobby walked away. "And you are staying for the celebration."

"Oh, are we having a party?" she asked.

Jax chuckled. "Close. We're going to vote new members in."

She nodded. "And here you thought that Bobby had abandoned you. You should've known he never would."

"I thought the same thing of you. And look what happened."

A ping of sadness shot through her heart. She had deserved that. "But this is Bobby. He will always do what's right for the club."

"Once upon a time you did too. After all, that mugshot Chibs found earlier was from you assaulting a police officer. Only thing is you assaulted him after he hit me with the butt of his gun."

"Yeah, cause you just had to be a smartass to him," she exclaimed.

"You still assaulted a police officer," Jax pointed out.

"In my defense, I was protecting you. He assaulted you first," Dru told him.

"You spent a week in jail for that shit. Do you know what I went through with Mom after what happened?"

"She probably came close to putting you six feet under."

"It was my responsibility to protect you, to keep you safe. And I failed you in doing so. At the same time it was fucking hilarious when you beat the shit out of that cop," Jax chuckled.

"Yeah," she nodded. "He totally didn't expect little ole' me to be able to take him down."

Jax scoffed. "Now your ego is growing."

"It hasn't grown in awhile. I just know what I'm capable of."

"You're capable of a lot, Dru. God knows you've done so much to protect this club, to keep us out of trouble. Besides for the time you assaulted the police officer you've went to jail for obstruction of justice. You covered for us numerous times."

"Don't forget about that time she spent a month in lockup for stealing that car," Tig said coming into the room as the others followed suit behind him.

"I stole that car to pick you guys up. You all called me after a deal went to shit. So, that time was your fault too," Dru told him.

"Was it really?" he asked.

Jax chuckled. "She's telling the truth, man."

All of the members circled the table and found a chair. Jax was at the head, of course. Rat stayed behind the door because he was not welcome just yet. Dru had a feeling that was about to change. As for herself…

"Dru, take a seat," Jax told her. After she did, Jax welcomed everyone to the new clubhouse. "I wanted our first order of business to be voting in our new patches. Before I do that, I think it's only fair they know exactly where the club is at. As far as the Irish go, it looks like the peace is real. We're going to cut Conner loose today and make sure everything moves forward with Clay. Bobby can walk us through our sad financials."

"Yeah, they are pretty sad, I'm afraid. Looks like it's going to be awhile before we get the green light to open TM. And even once we do, my guess it's going to be pretty slow for awhile. As far as the maintenance contract for Charming Heights goes, looks like that isn't going to happen until the fall. So we have Diosa. It helps, but we are paying Nero back straight out of the profit, so just ain't putting out much," Bobby told them.

"Yeah, Collette and her girls are a little spooked by Nero's bullshit arrest. So, the Diosa expansion in Stockton is on hold until I can convince her otherwise. Let's just keep looking for ways to earn that doesn't put us in the fire. If you guys come up with any ideas, please bring them to the table," Jax explained. "You guys good with all that?"

They quickly acquiesced.

"Okay. Alessandro Montez, Harlen West, Ray Quinn, letters are good. They're free to jump charters. All in favor of making these three men Redwood Original?" The table rapidly agreed. "Opposed?" There wasn't a peep. "Welcome to SAMCRO, boys!" Jax shouted.

Every member got up to celebrate and shake hands. Hugs were doled out. Dru heard the word 'brother' being passed around. It was a joyful time for SAMCRO. She only wondered what her father would think.

Jax began hitting the gavel against the table. Everyone calmed and sat back down at the table.

"There's one more name I want to put on the table—Rat Boy. It's been almost a year since he put on the prospect patch and I think he's shown us a lot. He's smart, he's loyal, fearless, works like a dog, and unlike most of you gossip whores he knows when to shut up," Jax remarked.

"You're describing a golden retriever, Jax," Dru cut in.

"See what I mean? Gossip whore," he said pointing at her. The men laughed. "As his sponsor, I think he deserves a full patch, so all in favor of making George Scotstrem a member of Redwood Original…"

"Yay!" the boys agreed.

"Opposed?" Jax smirked. "Go get him," he told Tig.

Dru leaned forward and whispered to Jax, "As much as I would love to stay for this shindig, I've got somewhere to be."

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I have some things to take care of."

"Dru—"

"Don't worry," she interrupted. "I'll be back."

As Dru stood to get up, Jax grabbed her hand. She looked back at him as the shivers continued up her back. Nothing would ever make her stop loving him, and Jax touching her was one of the most difficult things she'd ever faced.

"When we let Conner go today I want you there."

She cringed. "I don't know if that's such a good idea," Dru told him.

"And why is that?" he questioned.

How could she reply without giving too much away? She wasn't ready for the truth to come out at this time. Dru sighed. "Because there are things at play that you know nothing about," she eventually answered.

"You know, Dru, you have secrets and I can deal with that to a point. I know that you're having to learn to trust me again just like I'm doing the same with you. But sooner or later you're going to have to come clean. You're going to have to be straight with me. This would be one of those times," he told her.

She looked around the table to find some of the other members staring. Tig had returned with Rat. She hadn't wanted to be put on the spot.

"I didn't have to learn to trust you again, Jackson," Dru began. "I've always trusted you. Now as far as disagreeing with some of your choices, yeah I'll do that. But I know that everything you do is for this club, for your family. There's nothing more that I want from you. I'm proud of the things that you've done, that you still plan on doing. My father…your father…would be proud too. However, as far as my secrets go, I'm allowed to keep them and hold them as close as possible. I know in my heart that you're not ready to hear them. For now, like I said before, there are things at play that you know nothing about. And to be completely honest, I would prefer you never know. Now I have things to do, things to take care of. You go ahead without me and I'll meet up with you later. I'm not going far."

She walked out with all of the members following her with their eyes. Dru couldn't have made that anymore clear. She couldn't go with them to free Conner. After all, Conner was just one of many to keep her against her will, to make her into something she never wanted to be.

When Gemma walked out of the jail from visiting Nero, she didn't expect to find Dru standing there straddling her bike. Did the young woman plan on cornering her? Anymore she just found Dru downright creepy. With the knowledge that she was carrying around she could terrify someone. Gemma knew Dru had scared her more than a few times.

"What are you doing here?" she asked Dru.

"I figured you could start telling me what happened at the prison when you went to find out what Clay wanted," Dru replied.

Gemma went cold. "Nothing happened. I told you and Chibs everything."

"Bullshit, Aunt Gemma. As long as you lie to me I can't protect you. I know something happened because of the way you were acting afterwards. Now, do you want to try being honest one more time?"

That was the moment when Gemma knew she was caught.