All characters, etc from Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter.

Ashleigh Carter is my own small piece of warped imagination.

Any mistakes are my own. Feel free to point them out but please be nice.

CHAPTER 35:

Galaan arrived at the Teller-Morrow garage with his second in command and two back ups exactly as agreed. Only Chibs and Happy waited in the bar area of the club house. Chibs showed Galaan into the chapel as the other three took seats and prepared to wait for the business meeting to finish or to protect their boss if needed. Chibs stood guard at the chapel doors which he kept slightly ajar so that the Irish would know their boss was OK.

Jax and Ashleigh were already seated at the redwood table. Jax in the president's chair as usual, Ashleigh on the opposite side of the table to the door. Jax was dressed in his usual outfit of baggy jeans, t-shirt and cut. Ashleigh was wearing a black fitted skirt, black hose, and a black silk shirt with a wide black patent leather belt at her waist. She'd even pulled out the deep crimson lipstick and the black patent Louboutins with the deadly heels for this meeting. She was dressed to make an impression. They stood, as Galaan entered, to greet him.

"Hello Jackson." Galaan addressed Jax first. Jax nodded in response.

"Lovely tae see ye again Miss Carter, yer lookin' well." He said as he smoothed his suit jacket and took his seat.

"Thank you, as always it's a pleasure." Ashleigh replied politely. Once he was seated they both took their own places.

Galaan leaned back. "Jackson here said ye wanted tae see me."

Ashleigh folded her hands on the table and sat forward. "Yes. I'll get straight to the point. We're concerned about your contact in the club. He's sold SAMCRO out twice in the last month, endangering one of your own deliveries in the process."

"Excuse me Miss Carter, but I fail tae see what ye've got tae do with all this." Galaan asked tilting his head to one side in question.

Ashleigh nodded at Chibs who closed the door. "What we're about to tell you goes no further than this room." Galaan nodded.

"Ashleigh is my sister, my mother's daughter." Jax explained.

"It's a long story." Ashleigh added in response to Galaan's look of surprise.

"Chibs." Jax called. Chibs opened the door slightly again. One of Galaan's back up peered in to check his boss was unhurt before resuming his seat.

"These attacks have been aimed at removing Jax." Ashleigh continued.

Galaan was not particularly bothered about that since he didn't trust Jax anyway, but relations obviously needed smoothing over. "What d'ye propose?"

Ashleigh leaned back in her chair, one hand carelessly stroking the smooth wood around the edge of the table. She looked Galaan in the eye. "You don't trust Jax, so deal with me directly instead. If things carry on as they are, there won't be much of a club left for you to do business with."

Galaan contemplated the offer carefully before saying to Jax. "OK, our deal still stands, but Miss Carter is the one I'll speak tae about it. Lone Star have always done right by us and she's never let us down herself."

"Thank you." Jax said. Ashleigh nodded her acceptance.

Ashleigh and Jax rose when Galaan did. They shook hands before he turned and left.

Chibs had joined Happy at the door to the club house to watch the Irish party leave. Jax closed the doors to the chapel.

"What do you want to do about Clay?" Ashleigh asked as soon as they were closed.

Jax leaned on the table looking at the carving of the reaper. He ran his hand over the intricate work. "I know I can't be sentimental about this, but he's still my mom's husband and he's one of the Nine."

Ashleigh walked around the table and leant one hip against it. "Jax, he's tried twice to have you killed. You're not just the president of SAMCRO, you're my brother; and he put Happy in danger. I'll end him for that alone if nothing else."

Jax stared at the carving in silence. Ashleigh waited patiently for his answer.

"Go ahead, but make it look like an accident." He said quietly.

"That'll take some careful planning in a town like Charming. It won't be quick."

Jax nodded "We'll just have to try and keep him contained until then. He'll wonder what's going on when the Irish don't get in touch."

"The Niners might do the job for us." Ashleigh shrugged as she pushed away from the table; and then stopped mid motion. "I wonder what he promised them for their help. Surely they weren't going to risk so much for a van load of drugs or guns?"

"Shit: he promised them Tig." Jax breathed in disbelief.

"Why, in the name of all that's holy, would they want Tig?"

Jax pushed away from the table. "That is a really, really long story. I'll tell you another time. But for now you need to keep an eye on your daddy."

Ashleigh rolled her eyes. "Great. You do know what he gets up to don't you?"

Jax laughed shaking his head. "Yeah. You should use some of your fancy surveillance stuff, then you won't have to follow him around."

"That is an exceptionally good idea." Ashleigh responded as they opened the doors and walked into the clubhouse.

"Did ye get what we needed boss?" Chibs asked, handing Jax a glass of whisky.

"Yeah, we're all set." Jax said before taking a large swallow of his drink.

Happy finished his whisky and put his glass on the bar. "I've got a question."

All three turned to look at him expectantly.

"How the fuck did you find me and Chibs?"

"That's a very good question." Said Chibs looking at Jax. Jax turned to look at Ashleigh which meant the other two turned to look at her as well. Jax was wondering if she'd own up to what she'd done.

Ashleigh took a drink from her own glass of whisky and decided against telling them she'd used a crystal ball or tea leaves. "I had a tracking device to follow, just traced the signal."

Happy stepped forward. "And who were you tracking?"

She put her glass down and looked up at him. "You."

He shook his head. She couldn't tell if he was mad at her or not, but the next thing she knew he'd hoisted her over his shoulder.

"What the?!" Fucking put me down! Now!" She shouted kicking her legs. Her long hair hung over her head making it difficult for her to see. She started smacking his back. "Happy Lowman put me down this instant."

In answer he landed a firm, measured slap against her backside. "No. And you'll be keeping' those heels on." She could hear all three of them laughing as he carted her off to his dorm room.