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Jax wakes up the next morning as Ima climbs over his body, "Oh, I have to pee." She walks into the bathroom as Jax runs a hand down his face. He leans over and grabs a cigarette, lighting it up as he contemplates what he did last night.
Rayne is sitting at the bar having a cup of coffee when the door opens and Tara strides in heading for the back bedrooms. "Oh, shit." She sighs, but instead of stopping the woman, she let her go, Jax needed to learn.
Opie comes out of the bathroom to find Tara heading down the hall. "Tara. He's not in there."
"Where is he? He didn't come home last night."
"Not sure."
Tara knows by the look on his face that he's keeping something from her, but she doesn't realize that Opie was just trying to save her some pain. As she reaches the last room on the right hand side of the hall, she doesn't bother knocking, not thinking she was going to find another woman in Jax's room.
But that's exactly what she did find, as Ima stepped out of the bathroom wearing one of Jax's T-shirts. "Morning." She says condescendingly to the doc. After Tara leaves, she walks over to the bed. "You okay?"
"Get out." Jax says plainly.
Rayne is still sitting at the bar, Opie and Lyla standing behind her as Tara storms past them. "Tara, I'm sorry." Opie says.
"Should I go talk to her?" Lyla offers, not knowing what else to do.
"What you should do is get that porn bitch out of our clubhouse."
"This is not my fault."
"No, but if you didn't eat pussy for a living, you might have a different set of friends." Opie snaps and is rewarded by a slap to his face, before Lyla storms out of the clubhouse.
"Little more coffee?" Miles asks Opie and is rewarded by a glare before Opie heads down to Jax's room.
"Dude." Phil says shaking his head at his idiot friend.
"What?" Miles argues, "Caffeine's a mood booster."
Rayne follows Lyla outside where they see Tara getting into her cutlass. Behind them Ima walks out, she stands beside Lyla smiling, "That was awkward."
Lyla turns and slaps Ima hard, her head snapping to the side, Tara sees it as she drives out of the lot.
"What the hell is your problem?" Ima screeches.
"Couldn't help yourself, could you?" Lyla glares at the girl before walking to her car.
"Beat it slut, or a slap will be the least of your problems." Rayne threatens as Ima rushes out of the woman's sight.
Opie's sitting in the chair at Jax's desk having a smoke, when the blonde man comes walking out of the bathroom. His hair is still wet from his shower, and he's clad only in his white boxers.
"Busy morning for you." Opie snarks.
"Little bit." Jax says as he pull son his pants, buckling his belt.
"Ima." Opie asks raising an eyebrow. "That's kind of a dick move."
"Yup."
"You want to tell me what's going on?"
"Nope." Jax answers pulling on his white tennis shoes.
"Well… I hope you wrapped your shit. That was a high-traffic zone you were rippin' through last night."
Jax finishes pulling on his blue SAMCRO T-shirt, over his white long sleeve. "Hindsight. If a dick move could've pushed Donna away… would you have done it?"
"When I first went inside, I pushed Donna for a divorce. Told her the marriage was a joke, she should just take the kids and split. She knew what I was doing. She hung in. Think it's gonna take more than a little porn pussy to scare away Tara."
Jax scoffs, "And your porn pussy, it scarin' you away?"
"I don't know."
"We're at the table." Juice says as he stops in the doorway.
"All right." Jax grabs his cut, shrugging it on. "Come on, let's go find my kid. Figure out what we're doing with our dicks when we get back."
The two enter the chapel immediately getting caught in the icy gaze coming from their best friend, who sits across the table beside Juice. Rayne glares at the two when they walk in, she can't believe the way they are acting towards Tara and Lyla. Ignoring the two of them for the time being, Rayne turns her attention to the map Clay has spread out on the table as he explains their journey to them all.
"Oswald's cargo plane unloads in Manchester. He's got a guy who can get us all the way up to Stranraer. From there, we ferry to Belfast. SAMBEL's supposed to pick us up at the port. I got a call in to McGee."
"We still don't know if O'Neill can be trusted." Jax reminds his step-father, not wanting word to get out and it come back to haunt them.
"Well, I'll press McGee for that truth, but either way we got no choice. We need that charter."
"Okay, boys, and Princess." Tig smiles across at Rayne, who smiles back. "Now, we're traveling with bond restrictions, all right? No rockers. Our reapers are out there on the bar."
"And travel light." Bobby adds. "If it don't fit on your back, don't bring it."
"Right." Jax agrees.
The door opens and Chibs steps inside, "Boys. Angel. Pres."
"You reach out to Fiona?" Jax asks as the Scot leans against the table.
"Yeah. Finally got through. That bastard O'Phelan's had her and my Kerrianne under lockdown."
"She have any idea why Jimmy lied about Abel?"
"Sorry, brother, she's not sure. She only knows that Jimmy plans to push against Kellan Ashby, something to do with Belfast SOA."
"Kellan Ashby? The priest?" Juice questions.
"Yeah. Father Kellan Ashby. The real IRA consigliere." Chibs confirms.
"Kellan doesn't call any shots, but no shots get called without his two cents." Piney informs them all.
Jax stands up, "Well, whatever it is, Jimmy doesn't want us in Ireland. He finds out we're there, we could be up against IRA heat."
"Well, that's a risk that we're gonna have to take." Clay says and the others all agree.
As the group walks out of church Rayne calls out to her two best friends, as they try to hurry out of the clubhouse like a couple bitches after a one-night stand. "You two, get back here. Now." Her tone tells them she is not to be questioned right now, and they walk back with their tails tucked between their legs. How was it that a 5'4" 125 lb. woman could scare the daylights out of them.
Clay and the others hang back by the church doors, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire of their Princess' rage.
"Head or gut?" Rayne questions as the two men come to stand before her. Neither of them say anything, they just look at her, so she reiterates her words slowly looking first to Jax. "Head?" Then to Opie. "Or gut?"
Knowing that she is pissed off and they are not going to get out of this, Opie sighs before answering. "Head."
Rayne levels a hard right cross that catches Opie on the side of his mouth, he feels one of his teeth cut into his lip, blood slowly seeping from the wound. Rayne turns her attention to Jax, raising her eyebrows in expectance.
Jax grits his teeth, "Head."
Expecting a punch to his face, Jax is caught completely off guard when Rayne slams her knee up into his balls. He drops to his knees, clutching his now throbbing member, coughing hard as he tries to catch his breath.
"Sorry. You didn't specify which head." Rayne snarked as she stood over him. "What the hell are you doing, Jackson?"
Her voice is full of disappointment as he looks up at her. "I was— I was taking your advice."
"By fucking that slut and what… just hoping that Tara would come here and find out? What if she hadn't shown up? Huh? What then?" She then turns her attention to Opie, "And what the fuck are you doing?" Rayne is seething with anger, she truly likes Lyla, more than any of the women around the club.
"You had no right to say that to Lyla. You knew what she did for a living when you met her, and you still chose to date her. That was your choice. You think it's hard for you to deal with her lifestyle? How hard do you think it is for her to deal with yours?!"
Rayne shakes her head as she looks around the clubhouse at all of the guys. "You know I love each and every one of you guys… but sometimes… I wanna grab a metal bat and beat the fuck out of you all!" She turns back to Jax and Opie, "If you two don't figure out what the fuck you are doing, you are gonna lose the best women in your lives… for the second time."
Needing some air Rayne walks out of the clubhouse and sits down on one of the picnic tables. She pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag to calm her nerves.
Shortly after Jax walks out the door, he comes straight over to her, laying a kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry. You're the last one I want to hurt. I love you Ray."
She gives him a small smile, "Love you too, J." She watches him walk over and climb onto his bike, strapping on his helmet before he takes off out of the lot.
Jax walks into his mother's hospital room, smiling as he sees her. "Hey. You okay?"
"Yeah."
He walks over and sets down on the side of the bed. "We talked to Oswald. We're all set. We leave this afternoon. We're gonna find Abel, Mom. I promise you."
"I know. I'm gonna miss so much of his life. Oh, God, Jackson." She starts crying. "I don't want to go to jail. I'm sorry. So sorry."
"Mom, listen to me. Listen to me. I'm gonna protect you. You're not going to jail. Okay?"
"Yeah. I don't know what you're doing with Stahl but I do know what happens to you if the club finds out."
Jax nods, "I got it covered. You don't have to worry about me, Mom."
"I always worry about you."
The door opens and Clay walks in, he sees the tears in Gemma's eyes, "What's going on?"
"I just wanna be with my family."
"I know, baby. I know." Clay says coming up to her and hugging her to his side.
"I'm sorry." She sobs, "It's all these goddamn meds." She calms herself and asks, "Look. You need me to do anything?"
Jax nods, "Yeah, we need to let Maureen Ashby know we're coming. I think she's our best shot at finding Abel."
"You want me to reach out?"
"Yeah. Maybe you can push her for more information. You know, mom to mom."
"Okay." Gemma nods her head, wanting to help out however she can. "I got the number."
Clay takes his phone out of his front jean pocket and hands it to her. "Your ride to County happens at 4. We'll come back. To say good-bye." Clay leans down and kisses her lips.
Jax then leans forward and embraces his mother, "I love you, Mom."
As Jax and Clay walk out to the lobby they are met by Bobby and Tig. Jax notices them first and nods, "Yo."
"T.O. called. The Bastards need help." Bobby informs them.
"What happened?"
"We couldn't-couldn't tell." Tig explains. "He was crying too hard, man."
"Oh, shit." Clay says, knowing this is not what they need right now.
Jax sighs, "Let's go. Come on."
The entire crew rides out to one of the Grim Bastards' houses, they park out front and dismount, walking around to the back Clay spots one of the guys standing outside. "Where is he?"
"Kitchen."
The guys walk in to find T.O. sitting at the table, beside him sits Lander, face down, at least five bullet wounds in his back and a knife buried hilt deep in the back of his head.
"Jesus Christ." Jax sighs seeing the body.
"Sorry, brother." Clay says. "What happened?"
"I found him like this. Bullets killed him. Knife was a message."
"From who?" Chibs questions.
"It's buried in his skull." T.O. snaps.
"Calaveras." Jax determines.
"Yeah. Had to be Salazar."
"Anybody else see this?" Opie questions.
"No." T.O. shakes his head. "Baby mama's got his kids."
"911?" Happy wonders, even though he's sure of the answer.
"Didn't call, man. The things we're gonna do to the Mexicans, best no one puts motive on us."
"Retaliation's tricky, T." Clay explains causing the black man to quickly look up at him. "The deal we made with the Mayans? It's barely a day old. Alvarez still has a connection to the Calaveras."
"And we have to vet all things Mexican before we do anything else." Bobby adds.
"And if Alvarez says no? Huh? What then? This is because we backed up SAMCRO."
"Come on, man." Jax says trying to reason with T. "We got to bring Alvarez into the loop, or he's gonna think we crossed him."
"Race and rally in the barrio today." Tig inputs, knowing that's where Alvarez will be. "Mayans as sponsoring and I'm guessing those wetback skulls are gonna be there."
"Give Alvarez a call. Tell him we're coming down." Clay orders Tig.
"Bastards are going." T states.
"Take two guys, T. All right?" Clay bargains. "We-We're going for intel, not for battle."
The two clubs then ride out to the barrio where they find a large party going on, bikers racing down the streets and a ton of beautiful Latina ladies.
"I love a good fiesta." Tig says eyeing all of the woman wandering around.
Juice pipes up from his left side, his hand holding Rayne's as she walks beside him. "You do realize that pretty much every Latina you bone ends up dead, right?"
"Hey, this comes with a price." Tig says motioning to his dick.
Rayne reaches across her boyfriend and slaps Tig on the chest. "And nobody's buying today, Tig."
Alvarez sees them approaching and comes up to meet them, "I heard what happened. We had no knowledge."
"Had to be Salazar." T states.
"Maybe."
"Maybe? Maybe? Are you serious?"
Clay cuts T off as he steps towards Marcus. "I don't care how bad you're hurting. You need to focus your rage."
"Sorry. I knew Lander since I was four."
"I get it, man. I didn't patch these puppets over, but they still serve a purpose."
"Then don't make this about the Calaveras." Jax tells him. "Like you said, had to be Salazar."
"He's gone rogue." Opie chimes in.
"Strip him of his patch, man. Put somebody else in charge." Clay offers his advice.
Alvarez has a few words with his crew before he turns back to Clay and the others. "Take a piss."
Clay nods, "Sure."
T turns to his other guy, "Wait here."
Happy, Rayne, Chibs and Juice hang out by the bikes keeping an eye on things, but they are ready if their brothers need them.
Inside the bathroom Clay, Jax, Tig, T and one of the Bastards are standing against the wall as Alvarez steps inside along with Hector, two other CL's and another Mayan.
"Somebody cut a member of the Grim Bastards this morning. Knife into his skull. Not too subtle." Alvarez pulls out his gun and cocks it, holding it to Hector's head. "Who did it?"
"I don't know, man."
"Bullshit." T snaps.
"These assholes? They killed Pozo." Hector argues.
"Let me tell you how this works. I kill you, or you tell me which one of your lieutenants was responsible."
"What do you care if we offed some fat nigger bitch, huh?"
"Hey, go to hell, man! Go to hell!" Jax and Tug hold T back as he fights to get at Hector.
Clay pulls out his gun and cocks it placing it against the side of Hector's head. "Now, if he don't care, I do. Now, a body is gonna hit the floor in the next minute. It's either going to be you or one of your brown buddies."
"Sorry, ese." Hector confesses pointing to Edgar, his SGT At Arms. "He killed the fat man."
"Whoa, whoa." Edgar says. "Some bitch ass shit!"
Marcus nods to T who pulls out his gun and cocks it, before firing a single shot through Edgar's forehead.
"Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa! I wasn't there, all right? I swear to God!" The CL V.P. admits holding up his hands in surrender.
Alvarez and his fellow Mayan grab Hector and shove him against the wall, Alvarez then pulls out his knife and cuts the President patch from his leather. "Take off the cut, ese."
"What are you doing, man?"
"Take it off." Tig says as he and Jax rush the man grabbing him. "Take it off, bitch." Jax reiterates as they pull the cut from his body. Jax holds the cut up before wadding it up and shoving it into the toilet.
"Hey! I'm gonna kill you for that."
Clay punches Hector in the mouth, knocking him to his ass on the floor. Alvarez then turns to the V.P. Rosco, "You've just been appointed president. Hopefully you'll do a better job keeping your guys in line."
"Yeah." Rosco says looking down at Edgar's body. "I'll make sure of it."
"We good?" Alvarez asks Clay, who looks across at T, the bald man nodding, "Yeah."
Jax steps up speaking low to Alvarez, "Few of us are heading out of town for a week or so. You need anything, you call SAMCRO."
"We'll be fine." Alvarez says before he hugs Jax, then moving to hug Clay as well who tells him, "Thank you."
The crews head back outside, the Mayans to their party and the others head to their bikes. Firing them up SAMCRO leads the way back towards Charming.
Back at the hospital inside of Gemma's room the matriarch picks up her husband's phone and dials the number she has memorized by now. It rings twice before a woman's voice comes across the other side.
"Hello? Ashby's."
"Maureen?"
"Aye."
"It's Gemma Teller. Can you talk?"
"Hold on." Maureen closes up her shop and walks back into her office, picking up her more secure landline. "I'm here."
"Clay asked me to call. Let you know SAMCRO is on their way. Be there tomorrow, late afternoon."
"Okay."
"Do you know where my grandson is?"
"No. But I know who does. I'll do whatever I can to help you."
"Okay. My son? He knows nothing about John and Belfast."
"Nor does my Triny."
"Who's Triny?"
"Trinity, my daughter."
"What does she have to do with John?" Gemma asks clearly confused.
"Jesus Christ. You don't know, do you?"
"My God." Gemma says as the realization comes to her. "Oh, my…" Gemma drops the phone, grabbing for the trash can as she vomits up what little she has in her stomach.
After a short while Tara comes to see how Gemma is doing, she notices the trashcan beside her on the floor. "You okay? Nausea? Might be the meds."
"It's not the meds."
Tara picks up the trash can and takes it into the bathroom, shutting the door once it's inside. "Dr. Gallagher has cleared you to leave."
"Great."
"We'll make sure you continue to get your medication. I'm sorry, Gemma. I know how hard this is for you."
"Well, at least I have a new grandson on the way." She says placing a hand on Tara's stomach, the doc immediately backs up away from her. "What?" Gemma asks confused.
"I don't think Jax is ready for another baby." She confesses as she sits down on the edge of the bed.
"What the hell you talking about?"
"I walked in on him and that porn slut this morning. He's been trying to push me away. It worked. We're done."
Gemma stands up in front of Tara, "He blames himself for everything that happened to Abel. Can't handle the thought that something bad might happen to you, too. He's lost, baby. You have to be the constant. Ride it out."
"I'm not as strong as you or Rayne."
"He wouldn't be doing this if he knew you were pregnant."
Tara shoots to her feet, "He can't know. What happens with this baby is my decision. I'm serious, Gemma. No one can know."
"Secret babies are a bad idea."
"Please."
"You want my silence? I need a favor."
Back at his house Jax arrives to find Tara in the bathroom packing up her things. "You don't have to leave yet. We're heading out tonight. I just came by to pack a bag." Tara goes about packing like he isn't standing there. "I'm sorry about this morning."
"It's what you wanted." Tara states as she makes her way into the bedroom to gather her things up there.
"I didn't want for you to get hurt."
"Yes, you did. You think I am responsible for what happened to Abel. You hate me, and you just can't say it. Your mother thinks this is about protecting me."
"I am protecting you."
"From what?"
"Donna, Abel, Sack. Take your pick."
"You are so full of shit. You and I both know that nothing's gonna happen to me. This is just about you needing a reason to feel good about bailing. Well, guess what. The prince doesn't always get his way." Tara snaps before she storms out of the house.
Jax takes off after her, he comes out the front door in time to see her pulling out of the driveway.
Down the street two people sit in a car, Luisa driving and Hector in the passenger seat. Luisa still has a large bruise across her nose and under her eyes from Rayne head-butting her, and Hector is still bleeding from several spots where Juice beat the hell out of him a day earlier.
They watch as Jax steps out of the front porch, watching Tara drive away in her car. "Must be his old lady." Luisa comments.
Hector nods, "Yeah. Now we know where to find her."
At the hospital Gemma looks up from her book as there is a knock on her door. Tara's boss, Margaret, pokes her head in. "Do you have a moment?"
"Yeah."
Margaret steps inside and shuts the door. "I need your help with Dr. Knowles."
"Say what you got to say."
"You exert a strong influence over Tara. She needs encouragement to make the right decisions about her future."
"And what decisions are those?"
"Her relationship with the club." The woman says plainly.
Gemma scoffs, "With my son? You have no idea who we are. All you got is an impression… corrupted by the opinions of others."
"I didn't come here to talk about you."
"Attack my son, you make it about me."
"I'm not attacking anyone. I just think someone needs to intervene."
"Jax and Tara have loved each other since they were 16. Problems they have are their own. We don't get to interfere. I suggest you go. Before you end up with a matching eye."
The crew having gathered up their belongings walks out of the clubhouse, each one wearing their plain black jackets with a white Reaper on the back.
Clay is carrying Gemma's bird in a cage, he hands it gently to Miles. "Anything happens to this bird, Gemma will stuff you in this cage, make you wear a beak and shit on newspaper."
"That sounds fair." Miles says nodding as he takes the bird into the clubhouse, he'll be in charge of it while Gemma and Clay are away.
"Got to be on the road by 4:30." Piney tells Clay.
The Pres holds up a small stack of papers giving them to Piney. "Stockton cargo. This gets us in the employee gate. Follow the signs to Oswald's hangar. Jet loads from there."
"We're gonna take the truck, go grab Rayne and say good-bye to Gemma." Jax explains as he takes Rayne's Reaper from Happy.
"I'm going with." Tig tells them.
"Meet you at the plane." Clay says as the three head for the tow truck. "Make sure these shitheads aren't late."
"They won't be." Bobby assures him.
The tow truck heads out bound for Rayne's house, as Lyla pulls into the lot and gets out of her car. She walks up to Opie as he comes out of the clubhouse with Chibs.
"Hey."
"Hey." Ope smiles as he hands his bag to Chibs, who takes it to the van.
"You guys ready to go?"
"Yeah. Look. I'm sorry about earlier. I was pissed off. I didn't mean to take it out on you."
"I know." Lyla takes a breath, "I have— I have something I have to tell you."
"What's going on?"
Lyla sighs, she can't get the words she wants to say out, so she opts for something close. "Well, you know how much I love you. How sad I'd be if anything ever happened to you."
"Baby, I'm gonna be okay. We're gonna go find Abel. We'll be back in a week. Pop's gonna help you out with the kids. I love you."
"I love you, too."
Back at the hospital Unser is on his way to see Gemma, when the woman in question is rolled past him on a gurney, her body shaking. "Jesus, Gemma! What the hell happened?"
Tara is walking behind the nurses, "Fever spiked to 107. Maybe a reaction to the new meds. We're putting her into an ice bed before she strokes out."
Once they have Gemma in the room, they lift her into the ice bath. Tara manages to clear the room of personnel, saying she needs some privacy with her patient. Once they are gone she leans down to the tub, "It's clear."
Gemma darts up into a sitting position, "Oh, oh, shit, that's cold!"
Tig pulls the truck into the driveway of Rayne's house, shutting it off they all climb out, making their way up to the porch. As they enter through the front door, they can hear their Princess reading the riot act to Kozik.
"No parties, no burning the house down. Do not leave the house a mess. And DO NOT bring any hoes into my house."
The guys smirk as Kozik gets schooled like a little kid by his mother. Rayne kneels down and is immediately swarmed by her four Sons. She laughs as they lick her, showing her their love.
"I know. I'm gonna miss you guys too."
She kisses each of them on their head, before standing back up. "Thanks Jax." She says as he hands her Reaper to her, she pulls it on before leaning down and retrieving her bag from the floor. "We ready?"
Jax nods and the three make their way out to the truck, Rayne climbs in the middle with Jax, her smile frame allowing her to easily sit on her best friend's lap. Before Tig pulls out of the driveway, Rayne leans over Clay and hollers to Kozik. "Hey Koz. If anything happens to my boys, I will cut you into little pieces and feed you to them. We clear?"
Kozik swallows hard, "Crystal."
After getting Gemma into dry clothes and giving her Tara's lab coat the two make their way out into the halls. Tara pulls out her phone and dials a number, Gemma asks, "You calling Jax?"
"Nope, you are." Tara says handing the phone back over her shoulder.
Down in the parking lot Jax's phone starts ringing as he walks up to the hospital with the others. He looks at it and frown when he sees it's Tara. He sighs before answering it. "Hey."
"It's Mom. You at the hospital?"
"Yeah. You okay?"
"Just listen. Meet me outside the service entrance. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"What?"
"Just go. Now."
"What's the problem?" Rayne asks quizzically.
"Our mother." Jax spits angrily. "Come on."
Inside the hospital Tara presses the down button for the elevator, afterwards she hands Gemma a black duffel. "Okay, I, uh, packed enough meds for a few weeks, but if you're there longer, you're gonna have to find a way to fill the prescription."
"Yeah, I will."
"This elevator takes you down to the service level. The key card will get you out the back door. There's some cash in my pocket. It's not much. My car's in the service lot if you need it." She says handing Gemma her car keys.
"I'm not sure the Feds are gonna believe I did this at gunpoint."
"You may as well have."
"And I'll keep my promise. No one'll know about that baby."
"It's my decision, Gemma." Tara reminds her.
"What I suggest, is you wait till Jax gets back. Look into Abel's eyes before you do anything."
Suddenly a security breach comes across the speaker system, Tara sighs knowing it's for them. "I better go."
Gemma leans forward and gives her a hug, which Tara surprisingly returns. "I'll be back in a week."
"Yeah."
Just as Tara rounds a corner she is confronted by Margaret, "Where's Gemma Teller?"
"Uh, I-I don't know, she pulled a gun on me, took my key card."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"I don't really care."
Margaret sighs and pulls Tara into a locked supply room. "You're committing a crime. Do you understand that?"
"That Irishman that killed the prospect… he kidnapped Jax's son. It wasn't in the papers. The cops, the FBI, they don't give a shit. It's all on Jax and the club to find him, and Gemma wasn't going to jail till she knew that baby was safe. You know, maybe there was nothing I could have done to stop him from taking Abel, I don't know, but helping Gemma was my way of making up for it. And I'll deny all of it. And if the cops don't believe the lie, then I guess I'll suffer the consequences." Tara sees the woman's glare drop and she smiles, "Thank you."
"For what?" Margaret asks.
"I know you're trying to help me."
"Wait." Margaret calls to Tara, she approaches the young doctor and slugs her in the face, just below her left eye.
"Oh!" Tara yelps. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Margaret grabs a cold-pack off of the shelf behind her and hands it to Tara. "They'll never believe Gemma didn't slug you. Let's go."
Tara watches the woman flabbergasted for a moment before she follows her back out into the hall.
Outside of the service entrance stands Jax, Clay, Rayne and Tig beside the tow truck. They all turn when they hear the service door open and not to their surprise out comes Gemma.
"Mom, what the hell are you doing?"
"I'm coming with you."
"You made a deal with the Feds!"
"I don't give a shit! Those cuffs'll be waiting for me when I get back."
"Baby, listen to me." Clay says trying to reason with his wife.
"Don't even bother trying, boys. Trust me, I've been there." Tig says remembering his failed attempts to keep her out of Charming to begin with.
"I'm going." Gemma says, her tone full of finality.
Gemma heads down towards the truck, Clay and Tig follow as Jax stares at Rayne. She shrugs, "You can't blame her Jax. We'd all do the same for Abel." She reaches out and takes his hand giving it a tug, "Come on."
Just as the group reaches the truck, who should inconveniently show up but "Cancer boy" himself. "I guess your fever broke. Some folks looking for you."
"Tell 'em I'll be back soon."
"Sorry, Gemma. You come with me now, I'll tell 'em you turned yourself in, had a change of heart. No one gets in trouble for aiding and abetting."
"And if she says no?" Clay questions, wondering just how far Unser would go to stop them.
"Sorry. There ain't no options here."
Quickly Tig pulls out his gun pointing it at Unser, prompting an, "Oh, my God" from Jax, who grumbles as he rubs his hands over his face.
"Not the way I want to do this." Unser says pulling his out and pointing it at Tig, even though he's not sure he'll even take the shot.
Gemma steps up in front of Unser, "You gonna shoot me, Wayne?"
Rayne places her hand on Tig's shoulder, a silent request for him to lower his gun, which he does.
Gemma scoffs looking disgusted, "Traitor." Gemma tosses Tara's keys to Tig, "Take the Cutlass."
"I'm riding with Tiggy," Rayne hollers as she and the curly haired biker run across the lot towards Tara's black car.
The trio of Gemma, Jax and Clay simply walk past Unser to the truck as the elder man lowers his gun, knowing he doesn't have it in him to shoot any of them.
Just after they leave Tig pulls the Cutlass into a small parking lot, he and Rayne both get out of the car. Jax pulls the truck up beside the car as he, Clay and Gemma jump out.
"Come on, come on, Unser must've called this in." Tig says as they hear sirens in the distance. "We are not gonna make it out of Charming. They're looking for the truck. You guys take the Cutlass, and go to the plane."
"No. We need you with us, bro." Jax argues.
Tig shakes his head, "You need your mom more. Now, just backtrack through town. I'll lead 'em up the 18. Go."
"Shit. Come on." Jax says running to the driver's side of the Cutlass.
Rayne gives Tig a kiss, "Be safe, Tiggy."
"Always babydoll." Tig smirks as he runs over and climbs into the truck. "Clay, you be safe. Jax, get your boy!"
The group piles into the Cutlass as Tig pulls out and drives off in the opposite direction, the cops immediately on his tail.
At the hospital Margaret and Tara are explaining the situation to the police, as Unser looks on, knowing they are lying through their teeth.
"I tried to go after her, but she must've used the key card to get out." Tara says holding the ice-pack to her now bruised cheekbone.
"I saw Dr. Knowles trying to pursue her. Figured it was more important to tend to her wound than do your job." Margaret said, corroborating Tara's story.
On the highway Tig is rocking out to the radio as he leads a line of police cars down the interstate. "Stay with me, little piggies. Come on, stay with me, P-I-G-G-I-E-S."
Jax pulls the Cutlass into the airplane hanger where Bobby and the others are milling around the back of the van awaiting them.
"Cutting it close." Oswald says as he hangs up his phone and approaches them as Jax, Rayne and Clay get out of the car.
"Sorry. We had to give someone a ride." Jax admits as Gemma climbs out of the backseat. "Not my idea."
"Where's Tig?" Bobby asks catching Gemma's bag that Clay throws him.
"Halfway to Modesto." Clay's phone rings, he looks down at the caller ID, while Bobby chuckles giving Gemma a hug. "Hey. Why am I not surprised."
"McGee." Clay says answering the call. "It's about time. You get my message?"
"Aye. Yeah, sorry, brother. It's just been a busy day around here. But I've made all the arrangements for you and your boys. Got you loaners and, uh, put you up at the flophouse just off the alley. It ain't California pretty, but it's got a bed and a shitter."
"Good enough. We're about to board."
"Right. Well, give us a call when you arrive in Stranraer. We'll meet you at the boat."
"Appreciate that. Listen, I need to ask you a delicate question."
"Well, I'm a very delicate man." McGee chuckles.
"O'Neill. We got concerns that maybe he's backing up some of Jimmy's lies. You think maybe his Catholic loyalties are outweighing his, uh, commitment to the MC?"
"Liam's been a brother for nearly ten years. I trust him. There's no worries. He's not in bed with Jimmy."
"Good. 'Cause whatever Jimmy's agenda is, he can't know we're coming. That intel puts us in danger."
"Aye, well, you got my word. Aye."
"Belfast is set."
If only SAMCRO knew that right after McGee hung up the phone, the two men in question pulled up beside him in a black car. O'Neill getting out of the driver's seat and Jimmy from the passenger side.
"Anything on Fiona?" Jimmy asks as they stand together.
McGee nods, "She and the girl are with the priest."
"Course they are." Jimmy nods, knowing that the priest can't help but throw a monkey wrench into his plans.
"Did you get ahold of Clay?" O'Neill questions.
"Aye. SAMCRO is on their way. Be in tomorrow afternoon."
"Good. We're ready for 'em. They won't be here long." Jimmy says assuring the two.
Back at the hanger the group is saying their goodbyes to the ones that are staying behind.
"Keep us whole, brother." Clay tells Piney, giving the old man a hug.
Piney nods hugging him back, "Will do."
Once finished they grab their bags and head for the plane. Rayne kisses Piney on the cheek, before taking Juice's hand and walking with him behind the others.