A/N: So here's Chapter 36! This is the big revelation about Jessie and her past, and we'll have more info about her mother and father in the next few chapters. As always, please read and review and let me know what you think!

Love, Lacey

"Welcome to Belfast, Jessica."

For the life of her, Jessie couldn't figure out why these damned Irishmen insisted on calling her Jessica. She hated that name, and she had voiced that sentiment loudly several times, but still it was "Jessica this" and "Jessica that". She had never known she could get so tired of hearing her own name. But it wasn't enough to get her out of her hazy state, the blonde having ignored everyone on the flight to Ireland. She'd come because Jax had insisted it was the right thing to do, and he sat beside her holding her hand as if trying to ease her stress. One day removed from their daughter dying and they had to fly to fucking Ireland? Bullshit. But she honestly didn't care what happened, having retreated into an almost catatonic state at the shock of losing her daughter. Abel, Thomas, and Blakely were being cared for back home in Charming by Gemma and Chucky, the club leaving only Quinn, Montez, and T.O. behind to manage whatever club business snuck by Jax's "business ban" in place while he flew to Ireland. The rest of SAMCRO had been brought along with Jax, Weston, and Jessie, Jax refusing to let his wife go to Ireland unprotected. It brought back bad memories of the last time he'd been in Ireland, during the Abel kidnapping fiasco, and he hoped to avoid any such mess this time. Settling in at Maureen's, they waited for the call.

Finally though, it was time.

They were going before the Irish Kings.

Jessie sat in a chair across the table from Declan Brogan, Peter Dooley, and Brendan Roarke, Jax standing nearby by the wall.

"I'm sure yer wondering why yer here, huh?" Declan looked at the blonde, Jessie rolling her eyes.

"Sure. I'm over here when I should be home planning my infant daughter's funeral. But sure, go ahead and tell me why I had to fly halfway across the goddamn world."

The three men shared a look before Peter spoke. "Smart mouth, just like yer mother. Which is exactly why yer here." The grayhaired man produced a folder from beside his chair, opening it and placing three photographs on the table before gesturing to Jessie. "Have a look at these."

Leaning forward, Jessie felt a shot of emotion as her mother's face smiled up from the first of the photos. The second was of Pamela and the man Jessie recognized as Jimmy O'Phelan, and Pamela was holding a baby. The third and last photo was of Pamela and Jimmy again, Jimmy boarding a plane and Pamela waving goodbye while holding a slightly older baby that was clearly the same child from the first photo. Confusion began to fill her mind as Peter then produced another handful of photos, all of them of Pamela and Jimmy at various parties and places looking like a very happy couple.

"I don't understand. You brought me here to look at photos of my mom?" She already knew about Jimmy and Pamela, so why the fuck did she have to come all the way to Ireland for this?

"Because of that baby." Brendan took over, pointing at the baby in the two pictures. Jessie looked closer, not seeing what was the deal.

"My mother had another child?" Jessie's mind was beginning to race, although she could barely keep a thought. Another child. Another sibling. Where was this child? Was he or she anything like her and Weston?

"No, Jessica. That baby is you." Jessie's mind slammed on the brakes as Brendan's words registered in her mind. She was that baby. But how?

"What? No, that's not possible!" She whipped her head to look at Jax, who looked equally shocked and speechless. "Does this mean..?" She couldn't even finish her sentence, looking at the three men with tears in her eyes in a shocking display of emotion.

Declan reached over to pat her hand, nodding slowly. "Yes. That means Michael James is not yer father." Pausing, he pushed the photo of Jimmy, Pamela, and the baby across to Jessie.

"It means Jimmy O'Phelan is yer father, Jessica. You were born in Dungloe, Ireland in December 1980. We know Michael told you the story of Jimmy and Pamela and Claire Edgewood, which is true. The only lie is that you were born after Pamela and Michael got together. You were born before then, before Jimmy even went to California and met Claire."

Jessie sat still as a stone, unable to comprehend what they were telling her. Finally, she looked up, tears shining in her eyes. "Tell me the whole story."

And so they did. Peter took over, finding a photo of a young Pamela and Jimmy. "This was about a month after they met. Yer mother, Pamela McKilligan- Pammy, we called her- was the daughter of one of our higher-up members, Samuel. She became part of the IRA as a teenager, and that's when she met Jimmy. They fell in love, and when Pammy turned eighteen, Jimmy was going to propose. She got pregnant at seventeen with you, Jessica, and you were born six months before Jimmy was set to leave for America for a big deal with the Sons." He held up the picture of Pamela, Jimmy, and the baby outside the airplane.

"I'm Irish." That was all Jessie could say as she stared at the photos, her mind trying to process that her entire identity was a lie. "I'm a goddamn Irishwoman."

Declan produced a yellowed document, sliding it towards Jessie. She saw 'Certificate of Birth' at the top, and she realized it was her Irish birth certificate. 'Jessica Pamela O'Phelan' was written where the birth certificate in the safe at her and Jax's home read 'Jessica Marie James'. The mother line listed Pamela McKilligan as her mother, and James O'Phelan as her father. Her birthdate was listed as December 18th, 1980, instead of July 26th, 1981, as she had always been told. Her entire goddamn life was a fucking lie. Jessie had never felt so much anger and sadness and roiling emotion in her life. She was eight months older than she thought she was, her name was different, her father wasn't her father. That struck a chord, and she looked up.

"What about Weston? Is he Jimmy's son too?"

"No. Yer brother was born in California in 1983. He's Michael James' son." At least some part of her life still made sense.

Jessie reached across the table to pick up the birth certificate, reading it again before tears began slipping down her face. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Yer third generation IRA, Jessica. You'll be the link to the Sons and an important player in the Cause. That's all the details you need for now." The three men wore the same expression, looking pleased with themselves. "You can look out for our best interests in Charming. But for now, just go home to yer babies and adjust to this. Take the photos and yer birth certificate. We'll get in contact when we need you."

As she got up from the chair, Jessie picked up the photos of her mom and Ji- of her parents- and the birth certificate and turned towards Jax without a word. They exited the room, silently leaving for Maureen's house.

Later that night, Jax found Jessie sitting beside the bed, looking over her birth certificate for the hundreth time. "Jess, come to bed. It's late and you need sleep."

"I can't sleep, Jax. I just discovered everything about me is a lie. I'm the daughter of a guy the club hates, for God's sakes! The man who gave Chibs his scars! How am I supposed to tell them that?"

Trying to reason with her, Jax sat beside her and took her hand. "You'll tell them tomorrow, when you've had sleep and you're calmer. Besides, no matter who your parents are, I still love you, and so will the club. I don't care if you're Jessie James or Jessica O'Phelan or whoever, you're still my wife, the mother of my kids, and my Old Lady. Nothing's ever going to change that."

Jessie then began to cry, burying her face in Jax's shoulder as the tears flowed down her face. She cried for her daughters, both for Harlow and for Marlowe who would never grow up, and for Blakely, who would never know her twin sister. She cried for Thomas and Abel, who had known too much heartbreak to be such young children. She cried for Jax, who gave up so much for her and their kids and for the club his father created. She cried for the club and the men she considered her family, who sacrificed so much for the Reaper. She cried for Weston, and for Michael, who had all been living a lie for so many years. But most of all, she cried for herself, because her entire life had just been ripped out from under and she had no idea what to do. It was like drowning, as if everything that had happened since she returned to Charming had been building up until now, and it was beginning to fall in around her.

Watching her emotional breakdown cut Jax like a knife. It hurt to see her in so much pain, and it killed him knowing there was nothing he could do about it. Wrapping her in his arms, he kissed the top of her hair and tried to comfort her. He didn't know what to think about all this new information either, but he could handle it a lot better than Jessie. But he couldn't help but wonder about this new development. His wife was True IRA by default. The Kings wanted to enlist her. What did that mean for him? Would she leave California for Ireland? Would she leave him?

Could they survive this?