Hey everyone! I'm posting again and it hasn't been another year. Sorry but it cracks me up every time i think of how i accidentally abandoned this for that long. I'm here though! All of the reviews- thank you so much! I really enjoy writing this story. I know things are going a little out of order. It just seems to be flowing like this for me and its been at least a year since i've even watched the show. Either way, i'll try my hardest to make it work. As always, I hope all of you are doing wonderful!

I ran as fast as I could across the hospital parking lot. The moment that Kozic told me Chibs had been hurt I had dragged him outside, basically forcing him to bring me to town. I knew that the club would be pissed. I knew damn well that I was going to get screamed at for coming back to town.

But Chibs was my dad.

I heard Kozic yell for me but there was absolutely no stopping me. I considered the elevator to ICU, but it was going to take too long. I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time even though my lungs were burning. I cursed myself for smoking so often because there was no way I was in shape for that shit.

I reached the fourth floor and burst through the door, trying to catch my breath as I moved quickly to the nurse station. They looked at me and the nurse manager moved forward.

"Fae, I thought you were on leave?"

"Where is Filip Telford?"

"Honey, I know you're close to the club-"

I gently grabbed her arm and walked her over to the side.

"I'm the only legitimate family that he has. I can't really explain all of it because it is a mess, but I am biologically related to him. I'm the only one in this country that is. I need to get back there and no one can know about the relation."

"Oh. Okay honey. Do you have your badge on you? I can just tell everyone you're in there doing a psych exam."

I pulled the ID out of my wallet and showed it to her. She grinned at me and motioned for me to follow her. We moved quickly down the hallway until we reached a closed door. I couldn't see through the window because it was so dark.

"He's in there. He sustained a pretty bad injury to his head. He seems to be okay, but he is still pretty out of it."

"Thank you. Can you do me a favor and not tell anyone that I'm here? Like from the club. If Dr. Knowles comes in to check on him that's fine but the rest can't know right now."

"Of course, honey. Are you in trouble?"

"What? No. I'm okay. I just want some time with him to make sure he's alright."

"No problem. I'll come down and check on you guys in a bit and I'll let you know when anyone shows up."

I squeezed her hand and slowly opened the door, slipping through so I could keep most of the light out. I bit my bottom lip in worry when I saw how frail he looked. I walked over and stood next to his bed, checking over the monitors hooked up to him.

"Aingeal?"

I looked down at him and took his hand.

"Yeah, dad. It's me. I'm here."

"Christ, my head hurts."

"I bet it does. You got blown up."

"Aye. Not the first time."

"Well, it better be the last."

He partially opened one eye to look at me before closing it.

"Can't promise nothing, sweetheart."

I sighed and quietly pulled a chair up so I could sit next to him. I took his hand again and leaned forward, so my body was lightly leaning on the bed.

"I know you can't. I was at the cabin with Kozic when he got the call about you. I basically dragged him out to the bike. If he wasn't going to bring me here, I was going to just take it."

He chuckled lowly and sighed.

"I can just imagine him callin' fer a ride because ya took his bike."

I laughed and let out a shaky breath. The fear and anticipation were catching up with me even though I knew he was okay. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me.

"Ya look like hell, sweetheart."

"You're one to talk."

I felt my tears betray me as I let out a shaky sob.

"Oi, no crying, lass. Save your tears, sweet girl. I'm not dead yet."

"I can't lose you. I just.. I can't. I just found you."

He groaned and shifted so he was turned slightly towards me.

"My beautiful girl, you have always had me. I've been in yer life from the very beginning."

"I know I just.. I feel like I had so much time robbed from me because I didn't know."

"Would it have changed anything? Would you have still left?"

I sighed and put my forehead down on his hand that I was holding. I took a few breaths and shook my head before looking back up at him.

"I don't know. I mean Opie and I got into it bad and Ima was just destroying me. But a big part of it was Otto being gone. Luanne didn't give two fucks about me."

"She loves you."

"No. Not like she should. She always loved her girls there more. The only time she ever cared about me was when I was in front of the camera. It's part of why I agreed to it."

"Ya think that you woulda stayed if ya knew I'm your Da?"

"I don't know. I think I would have felt less alone."

"Then I'm glad you din't know."

I sat up and dropped my hands from his.

"What?"

"Please listen and don't go running out the door. I can't chase ya."

He wiggled his hand until I placed mine on his again.

"Ya needed ta go. You were scared and needed a change. Look at ya know. Look at how far you have come. New York did ya good, sweetheart. I missed ya, but I never would have wanted ta keep you from what ya needed to do."

"I could have gone and not cut you out though."

"Nah, you wouldn't have left if ya thought I needed ya."

I gave him a sideways smile and touched my own head.

"I left town for a week and look what happened."

He chuckled and sighed.

"Things are bad right now, Aingeal. I need you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"If things get any worse I need you to pack up and leave. I have a good chunk of money saved up for ya. You take the money and go somewhere else, change your name and get your license there."

"What!? No! No. Charming is my home."

"Charming is dangerous. I already have one daughter I can't protect. Please don't make it two."

I sat up and crossed my arms across my chest.

"You can't ask that of me, Chibs."

"I can and I am. Ya left once and if the Irish come back knowing about ya I can't keep ya safe."

"The club won't let anything happen to me."

"I wish I could have faith like that. I can NOT let your life sit in someone else's hands. I can't do it. Please just promise me."

"What about Opie?"

"Opie is loyal to the club. Nothing could break him of that. I know that ya love him, sweetheart. I know he loves you. But the Reaper comes first. Always has and always will."

I looked down at my feet and felt myself tear up again.

"What about you?"

I found the courage to look back up at him and the pained look on his face told me what I needed to know. I let out a few soft cries before wiping at my face.

"Please, sweetheart, please promise me."

"I promise."

He sighed and rolled back onto his back. I leaned forward again and took his hand, not wanting him to feel alone.

"Stay with your old Da?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

He hummed and shut his eyes, almost instantly falling asleep. I stayed with him for hours just listening to the rhythmic beeping on his heart. I let myself cry fully once I knew he wasn't going to hear me.

His words made me realize that no one in my life cared more about me than the club. Opie and him loved me but it wasn't ever going to be enough. I was never going to be a top priority to them. The Irish gun trade was more important than my life. Hell, making it to church was probably more important.

I scooched the chair closer and rest my head on the bed next to his hand. I started feeling myself fall asleep, but I couldn't stop it. I vowed to myself that I would soak up as much time with my family as I could since there was a very real possibility that I would have to leave again.

I woke up to a soft touch on my back. I looked to the side to see Tara in her white jacket smiling down at me.

"Shit. I'm sorry Tara."

"It's okay, Fae. The nurse manager let me know you were back here. Luckily I got here before the guys did."

"They all here?"

"Most of them, yeah. Kozic met them outside."

"Shit. How much trouble am I in?"

She grimaced but then laughed.

"None of them can really blame you for coming here. They all would have done the same thing for us."

My chest tightened when I remembered what Chibs had said to me. I touched his hand again, but he stayed peacefully sleeping.

"What do his files say?"

"He had some cranial swelling, but his vitals seem promising."

"Good. He was kind of awake when I got here. Talked to me for a little while."

"Was he lucid?"

"Yeah."

"That's great. He's going to need a lot of rest and healing, but I don't think there is a reason why he won't be okay."

"I hope so. I can't lose him, Tare."

I stood up and she pulled me into a hug. I shut my eyes and just let her hold me. I hadn't been spending much time with her lately and I missed her.

"Do you want me to send Opie in?"

I pulled away and shrugged.

"I'm going to need to face the music eventually. If you think they can be in here, then okay but I'm not leaving Chibs."

She nodded and quietly left. I moved back to sitting next to the bed and had a few minutes of peace.

"Dad, I know what I promised you, but I don't know if I can do that. I hope that you were just saying nonsense because of your head. I don't know if I'm strong enough to walk away from all of you again."

I heard the door open and I turned to see Opie walking in behind Jax. They both looked pissed.

"Faelynn, I thought you were going to stay at the cabin."

"I was, Jax. Then my dad got blown up."

"We could have handled this."

"Handled it? He's my dad. Would you have stayed away for Clay? Or Piney?"

Opie looked at the floor when I addressed him but Jax stepped forward.

"I would have done what was best for the club, Fae."

"I'm not part of the club, Jackson. My father is in jail for the rest of his life and my dad, who I just found out about, is laying in a hospital bed after getting blown up. There was no way I was going to stay at that damn cabin and wait for someone to tell me he was okay."

"That's exactly what you should have done! It isn't safe for you here!"

I ground my teeth together and stood up, moving closer to Jax. He still was taller than me, but I wasn't afraid to check up to him. It sure as hell wasn't the first time I had done it.

"I'm not your old lady, Jax. I'm not your mother and I'm not your sister. That patch and that kutte mean absolutely nothing to me when it comes to my blood being hurt."

He glared at me and smirked. He nodded a few times and turned back to Opie.

"You better get your girl in check, Ope, before I do."

Before I could rip into him, he walked out the door, shutting it a little too loudly. I whipped around to see if it woke Chibs up but luckily, he stayed asleep.

"You can't push him like that, Fae."

"I don't wear that kutte, Opie. And it's a little hard to take him seriously when I've had him begging me to let him cum."

Opie winced and I felt bad for bringing up my past shit with him. I sighed and crossed my arms.

"I'm sorry. I'm just mad. He shouldn't talk to me like that."

"If you would have called me, I would have found a way to get you here and not let anyone see you."

"Do you think I'm that stupid? We came right here, and I ran in the side, ran up the stairs and showed my work badge to the nurse manager after explaining no one could know I was here. Who would even come here to see him? It's not like Jimmy O' is going to come walking through the damn door."

"You still should have called me."

I looked up at Opie with a stern look on my face.

"You aren't my keeper. I know that we decided we are going to work on us, but you made it clear that I don't hold that title that makes it that I need to listen to you."

"Do you think you're making it any better? Fae you aren't some kid that can just run around and do whatever you want anymore. There are consequences for your actions, and it causes blow back on me. It causes blow back on him."

His arm shot up and he pointed at Chibs.

"You aren't the only person in danger if the Irish finds out that you're alive. SAMBEL helped sneak you out. We helped harbor you and get you legal here. If our gun trade goes south, our relations with every gang and club around here goes south too. If our money goes south none of us are safe. Why can't you see that!?"

"Because I don't care! Why the hell can't I just be happy, Opie? Why can't I just be with my dad!? I have two dads and I can't be with either of them! How much more can this damn club take from me?"

"You need to care about the club, Faelynn. Even if you don't care about the actual club you care about the people who are in it."

"I wish I didn't."

I turned my head from him, and he ran his hand down his face. Part of me felt like a child again get scolded for doing the wrong thing.

"You need to get your head right on this, Fae. I know you've always had this weird sick disregard for yourself but you're putting more than just yourself in danger."

"You had no problem getting me put in danger when Stahl came into town."

"That was different."

"Oh, right. It was different because it benefited you and the club."

Chibs started to stir in his sleep so Opie pulled me towards the door and into the hallway. He peeked into a supply closet and pulled me in behind him, shutting the door quickly.

"You think I wanted you to go with her? It made my fucking skin crawl. I wanted you anywhere in the world but with her. I would have preferred you sleeping with fucking Tig again over being with her. I fought against the entire thing with the club, but I lost out to a vote."

"My life isn't the clubs to vote on, Opie!"

"It is! I wish it wasn't, but it is. You are a daughter of the club. Even if you turn your back on me right now, you're still related to the club. You can't get rid of the connection. It's literally in your blood."

"Chibs should have just let me fucking die then."

"Don't say that!"

"I don't want this! I don't want this god damn rule book that I have to follow. I don't want to get scolded like a child when I want to be with my dad. This club got the only father that I knew about locked up and left him there to fucking die. Now I find out that my REAL father was there the entire time and he gets blown up! You're telling me that Jax would leave Gemma or Tara? You're telling me Clay would ignore Gemma? Why is it okay for you guys to act on your emotions but a crime if I do?"

He moved closer and glared down at me.

"If you don't want the club or the rules, then you don't want me."

"You've made that very clear. Though you have also made it clear that even if I turn my back on you, I still have a fucking target on my back, Opie. So, your threat is a little invalid at the time."

"It wasn't a threat!"

"You're holding our entire relationship over my head. Like "if you don't behave, we can't be together" bullshit. When have you ever known me to just shut up and behave?"

Opie gently grabbed each side of my face, but the sudden movement made me flinch. His eyes were screaming that he was sorry.

"Fae. Aingeal. Babe. Please just listen. I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. I don't know what Chibs would do if you got hurt. I know you're mad and I'm sorry that I reacted this way. I'll talk to Jax and hopefully make him see that talking to you like that isn't going to help."

"I'm tired of being treated like a child, Opie."

"I know. I'm sorry. Go back in and sit with Chibs. I'll get something set up for you to stay at the clubhouse or make sure the house is safe. Alright?"

I shrugged, not ready to fully forgive him.

"I love you, Fae."

"Yeah."

He sighed and kissed my forehead. I wanted to throw my arms around him and tell him I loved him too, but I was nothing if not petty. We walked out of the closet and I slipped back into the room with Chibs. I sat down next to him again and sighed.

"Maybe you're right, dad. Maybe I should just leave."

I spent the next three days in the hospital with Chibs. No one was allowed in, so it was relatively safe for me. It gave me a lot of time to think about the things that Opie said.

I couldn't say that he was wrong. He went about talking to me in the wrong way but nothing that he said was off. I didn't regret saying what I said but I wanted to talk to him. He had been out running around apparently taking care of some issues for my mom. I didn't even want to know the kind of trouble that she had gotten herself into.

Eventually Gemma came in and pulled me out of the room to get some coffee. I didn't want to leave Chibs but she wasn't going to take no for an answer. We walked back into the room and I skidded to a stop when I saw someone sitting on the bed with him. She was beautiful. Her skin was darker, and her hair was incredibly curly. She looked at Gemma and scowled then her eyes fell on me.

"What the hell are you doing here, Fiona."

My heart sank when I realized just who was sitting with my dad.

"I'm here to see my husband, Gemma."

"Never seemed to care about your husband before now."

The two women scowled at each other for a while before Fiona looked at me again. She narrowed her eyes and stood.

"And who are you?"

Before I could speak Gemma spoke over me.

"His girlfriend."

"Christ. You're young enough to be his daughter. Didn't realize they let harlots into the room in this country."

My mouth was too dry to even say anything back to her. I had so much I wanted to say but none of it was going to keep my secret. Instead of saying anything I just walked out, brushing past Tara in the process. She tried to say something to me but there was no way I was going to stop.

I went out the side and practically ran down the stairs. I needed to get away from there. I was just in the room with the woman partially responsible for my mother's death. My chest was heaving, and I just kept going once I got out the door.

"Fae!"

I turned and saw Tig jogging up to me. He had been acting so weird around me that he was the last person I wanted to see. Okay, maybe not the last considering a murderer was in my dad's room, but he wasn't who I wanted.

"Not now, Tig."

"Come on, baby girl. Gemma just called down and told me to get you out of here."

"I don't want to leave Chibs."

"I know. I need you to though. Please. Please don't fight with me on this."

I sighed and nodded, following him over to his bike. He handed me his helmet and I slipped it on, wrapping my arms around him right before he took off. It felt weird being on his bike. He took me right to the clubhouse and parked his bike. I went to walk inside but he grabbed my arm.

"How.. how are you doing? Good?"

"What?"

"Like after everything."

"The shooting? Or my.. Chibs almost dying?"

"The shooting. I mean are you okay? You healed up alright?"

"Why the hell are you being so weird, Tig. Yes, I am fine. I have been out of the hospital for a while now. I think if I were going to die from it, I would be dead already."

"Oh. Yeah. Yeah yeah I know. I just uh.. I'm glad you're good. I'm glad you pulled through."

I gave him a weird look and walked away, into the clubhouse. I immediately saw Piney sitting at the bar and almost burst into tears. He turned and opened his arms for me. He wrapped his arms around me and let me bury my face into his chest.

"It's gonna be alright, sweetheart. I'm so glad that you know now."

"Piney everything is so shitty right now. I don't know what the fuck to do."

I pulled back and he patted on the stool next to him. I sat down and he poured me a drink.

"This is what we do when we can't make sense of anything around us."

"Piney it's like ten o'clock in the morning."

"So?"

I laughed out loudly and took the shot from him.

"To the truth."

I smiled back at him and nodded.

"To the truth."

I was positively loaded before the garage even closed for the day. Piney and I spent the day going shot for shot. We talked about all the stupid shit I did as a kid and how I always seemed to be getting Opie into even more trouble. It honestly felt good to laugh with the old man, but I knew most of it was how drunk I was.

I heard the door open and turned to see Opie and Jax walking in. I yelled out a hey to them and they both looked between me and Piney.

"Dad, what the hell."

"She was feeling sad, son. Alcohol always makes everything better."

"No, it doesn't. Christ, Fae. Come here, you need to sleep this off."

"No! No! Come drink with us!"

I pat the stool next to me and Opie just shook his head. Jax looked at me wearily and then back at Opie.

"I'll help you get her to bed."

"Oh no no, Mr. Jackson. It's been years since you got me in bed and it's not happening again."

"Jesus Christ. Piney the next time you want to get her drunk just don't."

Piney shrugged and stumbled towards the door, presumably to go smoke. Opie wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to a standing position. The world started swaying and I clutched onto him.

"Woah."

"Yeah. You're trashed, Fae."

"That. Isn't. My. Name."

I giggled after slurring out the words and stumbled towards the rooms in the back. Jax walked in front of us and opened the door, letting us go in first. Opie helped me over to the bed and sat me down. Jax shut the door behind him and leaned against it.

"Fae, do you really think this is the time you should be getting trashed in the clubhouse?"

"Well, I'm not allowed to be with my dad. You know, my real dad. Not the dad you guys lied to me my whole life about. The real one that smuggled me over here from Ireland. The same dad that now has his WIFE that helped get my mom killed in his hospital room."

"Jesus Christ. Yes. Chibs. I know."

"Okay. Just making sure we were on the same page that all of you lied to me my whole life. I'm not sure what's worse. That my mom is dead, or my mom is a porn star. I guess both suck."

"Come on, babe. Let's get you laying down and in bed."

I slapped his hand away and glared at him.

"Don't call me babe. I'm not your old lady. I'm just the bitch you have to babysit."

"Faelynn."

"My. Name. Is. Aingeal. Harry."

Jax cleared his throat to stop his laugh, making Opie glare at him.

"If you fall asleep in these clothes, you're going to end up stripping in your sleep because you're too hot."

"Damn right, I'm hot!"

"Then when you wake up hungover, you're going to be uncomfortable. Do you want one of the guys walking in here seeing you butt ass naked?"

I cackled and pulled one of my shoes off.

"Why does it matter? You've all seen me butt ass naked. I'm just a slut, remember? That's what your wife told me when she showed up here. I'm nothing but a cheap whore that got passed around this clubhouse more times than any of us can count."

Opie ran his hand over his face and sighed in frustration.

"Jax can you give us a minute?"

"You got it, brother. Goodnight, Fae."

I glared at Jax as he left. Opie pulled my other shoe off gently and got on his knees in front of me.

"What happened?"

"Alcohol. Obviously."

"No. What happened that set you off like that? You don't drink to get shit faced. Not unless something happened."

I looked at him and frowned.

"Fiona was in dads room."

"Shit. Did she recognize you?"

"Gemma told her-" I let out a small hiccup and tried not to laugh. "told her that I was his girlfriend. Isn't that gross?"

He smiled at me and put his hands on my knees.

"I'm sorry you had to see her, especially when all of this shit is so fresh."

"He wants me to run away."

"What?"

"He's been saving money for me. He wants me to run away and change my name. Again. He made me promise I would if shit got worse."

"What did you tell him?"

Worry was written all over his face and I sighed dramatically.

"I told him I would. He was so upset and worried and had just been blown up. I don't want to though. Is it bad I lied?"

"No. You told him what he needed to hear. You need to talk to him once he's feeling better though. Once we make sure Fiona is gone."

I nodded and wiped the rogue tears off my face.

"I already feel like shit."

"Because you stopped drinking."

He helped me pull my jeans and shirt off before skootching me back onto the bed more. He tossed me a shirt from the dresser, and I slipped it on, curling up on my side. He sat on the side of the bed and played with my hair for a while.

"Why are you so down on yourself, Fae? I just don't get it. You're so beautiful and smart. You've done things with your life that none of us even dream about. Why does it matter what Donna thinks? She's always been jealous of you."

"You're only asking me now because I'm drunk and you know I'll answer you truthfully."

"Can you blame me?"

I shook my head no and wrapped my arms around his leg, burying my face into his thigh.

"No. I'm trash at actually telling you the whole truth when it comes to my feelings. I'd do the same to you."

He chuckled and rubbed my arm gently.

"I ran away because I didn't want to be that girl anymore. I may have been Otto's daughter, but the guys only saw me as a good time. I had fucked shit up with you and Ima was going to ruin my life. I thought that if I pushed my way through school, I'd feel better. I thought I'd be worthy of love. Worthy of the forgiveness I desperately wanted."

"Babe, you've always been worthy of that."

I shook my head again and tightened my arms.

"No. I've never been good enough. I was young and stupid and let my trauma ruin everything. It's not your fault Otto got locked up. It's not your fault I got mixed up with Ima. I have done nothing but hurt you. You'll see it someday. You'll look at me and realize that I'm not worth it and I.. I don't think I could handle you finally seeing what I see in the mirror."

He peeled me off his leg and laid down in front of me, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Do you know what I can't wait for?"

"What?"

"I can't wait for the day that you look in the mirror and see what I see. You're so beautiful and strong. You've gone through more than anyone else I know and you're still here standing. We're gonna sit down and talk through all the past shit but as far as I'm concerned, its history."

I sniffled and he smiled at me with so much adoration in his eyes I had to look away. Sometimes he was so intense I couldn't handle it.

"Just promise me something. But not right now. Wait until you're sober."

I nodded and looked back into his eyes.

"Promise you aren't just going to run. If you decide to go, let me help you. I'll help you get your stuff together and say goodbye to you. Then I'll make sure that no one finds you and that you're safe in whatever life you decide to choose."

"I don't want to leave you, Opie. I don't want to leave dad or Otto. Even with how weird Tig is acting, I don't even want to leave him. Charming is my home."

"I know it is, babe. I can't even blame Chibs for asking that of you though. I'd rather you be safe and alive than have something happen to you. But you need to sleep."

"Stay with me?"

"I'll stay until you fall asleep the I'll be back later. It's barely even five though, there is no way I can go to sleep yet. You're safe here in the clubhouse, Aingeal. Sleep off the alcohol and we'll get back to normal once you wake up."

I buried my face into his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me. I dozed off feeling safe and loved.