Jax sat at the bar nursing a beer. He had gotten to the clubhouse an hour before church was suppose to start in hopes that Juice had found something on Ophelia. When he had arrived, Chucky had told him that Juice was working in his dorm and asked not to be disturbed. Jax was tempted to go see for himself if Juice had found anything, but he knew how Juice could get when he was searching for information. So for now, Jax waited.

"Hey," Opie said as he took the stool next to Jax. Jax lifted his beer in acknowledgement. "Get any sleep?"

"Some. Thomas decided that he was going to be a daddy's boy today." Jax smiled at the memory of his youngest son clinging to him with all of his might.

"And by the time you see him next, he'll want nothing to do with you." Opie signaled the croweater behind the bar for a beer. "Kenny did the same thing before I went away." A beer was placed in front of him, and he took a sip. "So this Ophelia chick is something."

Jax snorted. "That's one way to put it." He looked to his best friend. "Alvarez knew her, and he almost seemed scared of her."

"Well, I think everyone is kind of scared of her; and from what I saw last night, they have good reason to be." He took another sip of his beer. He started peeling the label off the bottle. "Something's familiar about her though…"

Jax had to agree with him. Since Ophelia first showed up, he felt like he knew her from somewhere. Maybe he had run into her while doing something for the club.

"Jax," Juice said, appearing at his President's side. He raised a folder in his hands to show Jax that he had found something about Ophelia.

He nodded. He finished his beer before heading into chapel. Juice followed him and shut the doors while Jax took a seat at the head of the table. "What did you find?"

Juice fidgeted with the folder. "You gotta understand I searched everywhere I could for Ophelia Loveless."

Jax's shoulders dropped in defeat. "You didn't find anything?"

Juice opened the folder up on the table. He pushed a piece of paper with a copy of a driver's license towards Jax. "An Arizona driver's license, and that's it. No birth certificate, social security number, arrest record. Nothing. She doesn't exist. Ophelia Loveless has to be an alias."

"Shit," Jax muttered, leaning back in his chair.

"There is something else," Juice said timidly. "You said Alvarez called her a Death Dealer?"

"Yeah," he nodded.

"There wasn't much I could about them either, but there are conspiracy theories that it was a Death Dealer that killed JFK," Juice said, his eyes lighting up. This had been some of the most exciting background search he had done for the club. "These guys are big time, Jax. For the right price they'll do anything you want. If she really is a Death Dealer, she could be here pretending to be helping us but secretly working for the Horsemen."

Jax stayed silent. He knew practically nothing about Ophelia except that she was a mercenary and was extremely close with Happy. Her relationship with Happy was one of the strangest things he had seen. He had never seen Happy smile like he did around Ophelia except when it involved killing someone. Having Happy's trust meant a lot, but Jax still was unsure if Ophelia was good for the club.

A knock on the chapel doors broke Jax from his thoughts. Chibs poked his head into the room.

"Everyone's here," Chibs announced.

Jax nodded. "Alright. Get everyone in here." Chibs nodded and ducked out to get everyone. Jax looked to Juice and motioned to the folder. "This stays between us."

"No problem," Juice muttered as he took his seat at the table.

The rest of the guys started to filing in to take their respective spots. Once everyone was in their seats, Jax looked up to see Ophelia standing in the doorway. She didn't know if she was allowed to enter. She knew the importance of the room and what an honor it was to sit at the table.

"You can come in," Jax told her. "You've helped us a lot already."

Ophelia took a deep breath and stepped into the room. She sat down in one of the chairs along the wall. The furthest she could get away from the reaper carving in the table.

"I want to tell you all what a great job each and everyone of you did last night. We couldn't have done it without any of you," Jax said as he looked around the table. The entire erupted in cheers and banging their fists on the table. He smiled as he waited until they had settled down. "As great as you all were, things wouldn't have gone as smoothly if it hadn't been for Ophelia."

She shifted uncomfortably as everyone looked her way. "Yeah, no kidding. You would've gotten yourselves killed."

No one said anything. She was pretty sure she had just offended at least half of the table, but Happy was smirking at her. So it couldn't have been that bad. Finally, the corners of Jax's mouth turned up.

"You're probably right," he smirked. "You're the professional anyways."

Ophelia pursed her lips. She couldn't let Jax Teller get to her. She was better than that. "I guess you can call me a professional. But if you don't want my help, I can leave right now."

"No one asked for you to come," Tig spoke up.

She leaned forward in her seat and glared at Tig. "I don't have to take crap from any of you. I do not have to be here." She stood and started for the door.

"Ophelia," Jax called to her. She stopped with her hand from the door and reluctantly turned around. "We appreciate you helping us, and your insight about the Devil's Horsemen would be useful. However, none of us know you except for Happy. So it's a little hard to trust you."

She leaned back against the door. She let out a sigh and looked to Happy. Like usual, he didn't show any emotion. She pursed her lips and looked back to Jax. "The Horsemen are getting ready for war." A murmur went around the table.

"What?" Jax asked, hoping she would clarify.

"A few of my contacts in Texas called me today," she glanced around the table. "The Horsemen want our blood."

"Ours? You're not part of this," Chibs grumbled.

She raised an eyebrow. "You're kidding, right?" she asked. "I was there last night just like the rest of you. I killed three of their patched members. They'll want me dead too."

"Do you know when they're coming?" Opie asked.

She shook her head. "No, but I have every contact of mine between here and Texas keeping an eye out to let me know when they're coming."

"Do you think they'll bring the war to Charming?" Bobby asked.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. "I'm not sure," she sighed. "They're not going to want to bring attention that they're in California now, but… they're not gonna let this go. They started this, and they're gonna finish it."

Ophelia believed wholeheartedly that people were gonna die if they weren't smart about this, and even if she they didn't know it yet, these guys were family.

"If you decide to face them head on, I won't leave until it's finished." She looked around the table. "I'll leave you to talk through it." She left the chapel and shut the door behind her. She grabbed a bottle of whiskey from behind the bar before heading outside to the picnic tables.

If she was going to get them to trust her, she was going to have to tell them the truth about who she was. She just wasn't sure how they were going to take it.

Ophelia was happily buzzed as she lounge on one of the tables under the night sky. If she looked carefully, she could see the twinkle of stars above her. She always liked watching the stars. It started when her dad would take her away from all the city lights and they would just stare up at the sky. They would make up names for the constellations since they didn't know real names for them or they would name stars after people they cared for. She was half tempted to leave TM and all the problems of SAMCRO to go find the stars.

She only looked away from the stars above her when a black SUV pulled into the lot. She immediately recognized the woman that got out as the matriarch of SAMCRO. Her black heels clicked against the pavement as she walked towards the clubhouse. She stopped when she saw Ophelia on the picnic table.

She looked Ophelia over. "Can I help you, sweetheart?"

"Nope. Just waiting for the boys to finish."

"You look familiar," Gemma said, crossing her arms.

"Just rolled into town yesterday," she answered vaguely.

Gemma narrowed her eyes, clearly not satisfied with her answer. She turned and started for the clubhouse in search of someone to tell her who the mystery girl was.

It wasn't that much longer when a few of the guys started to come outside, signaling that church was over. They mostly ignored her except for Chibs.

He walked over to her. "Jackie boy wants to talk to ya."

She nodded and then hopped off the table. She followed Chibs inside. Chibs joined Happy, Bobby, and Opie who were sitting at the bar. The doors to the chapel were open and she could she Jax still sitting at the head of the table. She could also hear Gemma demanding answers from Jax.

"Who's the tart, Jackson?" she questioned. "Is she some sweetbutt who followed you home from a run? Don't tell me you got that little slut pregnant."

"It's none of your business who she is," Jax sighed.

"Of course it's my business when someone tries to tear my family apart."

Ophelia stepped forward so they could see her. Gemma only glared at her while Jax sent her an apologetic look. "You would probably like me better if I was just a slut instead of who I really am."

Gemma started towards her, but Jax stopped her. "Go home, Mom."

"Jax..."

"Go home."

She looked between Jax and Ophelia. Finally, she huffed and stormed out of the chapel.

"Well, ain't she just lovely," she mumbled.

Jax sighed. "I'm sorry. She can be a bit much sometimes."

"From what Happy as told me, it's more than just sometimes."

He gave her a small smile, but it quickly disappeared. He pulled out the folder that Juice had given him earlier. "We need to talk about some things."

Ophelia moved to shut the chapel doors and then sat down in Happy's chair. "You know, if you're gonna run background checks on me, it's a whole lot easier to just ask me. I'm actually a little offended you didn't remember to begin with."

He looked at her carefully. "We've met before?" he asked, trying to wrack his brain where he knew her from.

"You can say that," she laughed. She leaned forwards in her seat. "You were my best friend since we could walk. You were the first one to call me Leela because you couldn't pronounce Ophelia. I broke your nose because you tried to kiss me when we were 10. You, me, and Opie raised hell."

He furrowed his brow as recognition spread across his face. "Leela?"

"The one and only," she sighed.

"Holy shit," he muttered in amazement. Then his smile faded. "Why did you lie about who you were?"

She looked at her hands. "I didn't lie…"

"You didn't tell the truth," he pointed out. "You came here pretending you didn't know any of us."

"I wasn't planning on sticking around," she said. Before he could say anything else, she held up her hand. "There's a lot of history here I didn't want to stir up, but it's kinda late for that now."

"History? What the hell you talkin' about?" he asked. "We were goddamn family, Leela."

"Oh yeah? Then where were you when my dad went away? Or when he died? You only came to the funeral because you were prospecting, and Clay made you." she said, her voice raising. "Oh yeah, you were dick deep in Tara's pussy. Then all she did was leave your ass in Charming."

Jax stared at her. Then he smiled. She was still the same girl he knew when he was a kid. The girl who would tell it to you straight. "Shit, I've missed you, Leela."

"I've missed you too, Jax," she sighed. "I'm sorry. I've lied to you. You haven't seen me since we were 17. You don't know who I am. You have no reason to trust me."

He reached for her hand. "Hey, I trust you, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know why you haven't shown your face in Charming for the last twenty years. "

She sighed and looked down at her hands. "I can't tell you…" He opened his mouth to say something, but she shot him a look to silence him. "I can't tell you right now. It's not the right time."

"But you will tell me?"

She nodded. "Eventually."

He sat back and looked her over. He couldn't believe she had been his Leela this whole time. Only she wasn't his Leela anymore. She had always been more dangerous than the other girls, but from what he saw her do to the Horsemen, she down right deadly. "How did you become a…"

"Mercenary?" she offered.

He nodded. "Alvarez called you a Death Dealer. What the hell is that?"

She took a deep breath. "I can't tell you."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Jesus, Leela, is there anything you can tell me?" he questioned. "Juice found some things about them."

"That it was supposedly a Death Dealer that killed JFK?" she asked, smiling slightly. That rumor had been around since JFK had died in the first place. She could see that he wasn't gonna let her leave without an explanation. "Death Dealers are elite contract killers that have supposedly been around since biblical times."

"You had so much going for you. You are one of the smartest people I know. You could have been anything you wanted," he pleaded with her.

"Really? Because I've done what I had to do to survive" she said raising her eyebrows. "My dad was a founder of an outlaw biker club. I grew up around asshole criminal bikers. What I wanted was to be able to sit at this table; I wanted to wear the patch."

"If anyone could patch in, it would be you," he argued. Growing up, he fully believed that someday, when he took his spot at the head of the table, he would have Opie on his left and Leela on his right.

She snorted. "That's bullshit, and you know it. Clay would've never let me anywhere near the club after JT and Isaiah died." The more she talked, the more she relaxed. Jax had been one of her best friends growing up. Sure, she had grown up in Tacoma while he was in Charming, but they saw each other almost every weekend because of club business.

"It didn't help that you dropped off the map after your dad died," Jax pointed out.

"And you buried yourself in booze and pussy after yours died," she said pointedly.

Jax chuckled and held up his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay. Both of us are messed up in the head."

"That's the understatement of the year," she mumbled.

"Look, you might not be able to tell me why you hate Charming or who the hell Death Dealers are, but there is one thing I have to know," he said. She raised her eyebrow. "Are you and Happy like…"

"Come on, Jackson," she teased, suppressing a grin. "We're both adults. Just say it."

He glared at her. "Are you and Happy together?"

"Would you be jealous if we were?" Jax rolled his eyes. "Nah, Hap and I are friends, and he's old enough to be my dad anyways."

He almost let out a sigh of relief. He wasn't sure if he could handle Leela being with the Tacoma Killer on top of everything else. "You could have some daddy issues I don't know about," he chuckled.

"Daddy issues?" she questioned, raising her eyebrows. "What about your mommy issues? Did you ever get over those?"

"Shut up," he muttered.

There was a knock at the door and it opened to reveal Bobby. "Sheriffs just pulled up."

"Shit, what do they want?" Jax mumbled. He stood up and started for the door, but Ophelia stopped him.

"I want this, who I really am, to stay between us," she told him quickly. "I will get up in front of everyone tomorrow and tell them who I am. Right now, I just want to be with my best friend again and not deal with all the questions."

He smiled. "Let's find out what the fuzz want."

She walked behind Jax as they went outside to meet with the sheriffs. There was two cop cars parked in the middle of the lot. Ophelia stood next to Jax as Sheriff Roosevelt got out.

"I didn't expect to have the whole club here for my little visit," Roosevelt said looking at all the members of the club. His eyes stayed on Ophelia a little longer than necessary.

"What can I help you with, Sheriff?" Jax asked, stepping between Roosevelt and Ophelia.

Roosevelt narrowed his eyes at Jax. "I was wondering if any of you know anything about a shoot out that happened up on the state land off of Highway 18."

"Was it the cowboys and the Indians?" Tig asked.

Sheriff Roosevelt forced a smile. "Actually, it was another MC." He walked towards Jax. "If you bring any bodies to Charming, I will make it my life's mission that none of you see the light of day ever again."

"Wouldn't expect anything else," Jax grinned.

Roosevelt looked around the lot once more; his eyes going to Ophelia once more before getting back into his car. They all made sure the sheriffs were gone before doing anything else.

Jax turned back to his men. "Roosevelt is gonna have guys watching our every move. As of right now, all of you are outstanding citizens. The last thing we need is any of you getting arrested."

"I can make a few calls," Ophelia spoke up. "See if he actually has anything against or if he's just fishing."

"Calls to who?" Chibs questioned.

She sighed. "I have a few contacts that would be able find out what's going on." None of these guys trusted her. The worse part is she knew that it wasn't going to get easier once she told them the truth.

Chibs let out a sigh of discontent and went back into the clubhouse along with the rest of the men.

Jax put his arm around Leela's shoulder and pulled her to his chest. "Let me buy you a beer?"

"Buy?" she laughed. "I know how the clubhouse bar works. You've never had to buy a beer in your life."

He laughed too and kissed her cheek. "Fair enough."

Author's Note

Will Jax be able to trust Ophelia now that he knows who she is? Or will he not be able to get past the fact that she is keeping stuff from him?

Hope you enjoyed it. Would love to hear what you think.