Author's Note: First off, so sorry it has been so long. Life was a little bit more crazy than expected. I don't know how often updates are going to be, but I am hoping to give you something every once and a while. So thank you to all those who have stuck around.

Secondly, to the guest who left a review asking about Ophelia's age and everything. Sorry it has taken me so long to get back to you. Ophelia is the same age as Jax. She was childhood best friends with Jax and Opie. She knows things about Clay and John Teller because her father, Isaiah, was one of her JT's best friends from Vietnam and the founder of SAMTAC, and Isaiah let her be privy about club stuff more than what he probably should've been while she was growing up. I'm planning explaining that more in future chapters. Clay didn't recognize her when he first saw her. He only realized who she was when Jax said her name. I hope I explained that well enough for you. If you have anymore questions about anything or I didn't explain it well enough, I am happy to answer them and clear up any confusion.

Happy and Ophelia were on the road early that morning. After the run in with the Horsemen the night before, Hap had wanted to get out of Arizona as soon as possible. Not that Ophelia blamed him. She wasn't sure the two of them could handle another run in with the Horsemen without attracting the attention of local law. Ophelia also had a feeling he also wanted to put as much space between them and the clean up crew the company had sent for the bodies of the dead Horsemen. Those guys made even Happy look normal.

It was early afternoon by the time they got to Charming. It had been a long drive, and Ophelia's shoulder was pretty sore after sitting in the car for the past 8 hours. All she could think about was getting some food, taking a long ass shower, and getting some much needed sleep. However, when they got to TM the gates were locked up tight.

Happy got off his bike and banged his fist on the gate. "Assholes! Open the fucking gate!"

The prospects quickly slid the gate open and muttered their apologies to Happy without meeting his deathly glares. Once he successfully scared the prospects shitless, he rode inside the gates with Ophelia following closely behind.

The entire lot was filled with cars and bikes. Jax must have called for a lock down when he heard about them getting jumped the night before. There wasn't even space for her to park her car. Instead, she just parked in front of the door to the clubhouse. Once she climbed out of the car, her eyes barely had time to adjust to the bright sunlight when two strong arms pulled her to his chest. All she saw was black leather and blond hair.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Jax whispered in her ear, not letting her go.

"If you keep holding me like this, I won't be okay," she mumbled.

He quickly let her go. "Shit, I'm sorry." He looked her over. When Happy had told him that she had been stabbed, all he could think about was how he had yelled at her before she left. "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

"Don't worry about it, Teller. It's not the first time nor the last. I'm sure," she smirked. She walked back to the trunk of her car. She opened it up revealing all the guns and ammo she'd had in her house in Arizona. "This should help our problems." All the guys crowded around.

"Holy shit," Jax mumbled.

"This is all like military grade shit," Tig said as he picked up a few of the gun.

"Better," Happy added, grinning.

"How do you get this kind of shit?" Opie asked.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I can't be telling you all my secrets now, can I?"

Tig enlisted the some of the guys to start unloading. Meanwhile, Ophelia went to the front of the car. She came back to Jax with a very thick envelope.

She held it out to him. "That should be about $50,000 give or take a couple dollars."

Jax looked at it in shock. He hadn't really thought she was going to get that kind of cash that easily. He took it from her carefully. Almost as if it was going to bite him. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me until we make it to the other side of this shit."

He nodded in agreement. "I want Tara to look at your shoulder. Make sure you're okay."

"It's fine," she argued. "Hap sewed me up, and he did a better job than most of my other injuries."

His smile faltered. How many times had she been hurt? He recovered and gave her his signature smirk. "It would make me feel better if you got it looked at, darlin'."

She chuckled. "First off, don't call me darlin'. Secondly, I'm not here to make you feel better, Jackson." She rolled her eyes. "But I'll do it to make you shut up." She started for the clubhouse.

"Thanks, babe!" he called after her.

Babe? She hesitated slightly. The last time he had called her that it had been an entirely different situation. Wrapped up in each other….

Summer of 1993

"Holy shit," Jax panted as he rolled off her. "That was fucking mind blowing." Once he caught his breath, Jax went to the bathroom to clean up and dispose of the used condom.

She stared up at the ceiling, trying to steady her breathing. It had been good but not mind blowing. He certainly had a lot to learn still; he hadn't even gotten her off.

"How was it for you?" Jax asked as he crawled back into bed beside her.

"Don't ask questions you don't want to know the answers to," she said, teasing him.

Jax flinced. That was a low blow. "Jesus, Leela, you sure do know how to hurt a guy."

She giggled. "I liked that thing you did with your hips towards the end."

"Yeah?" he smirked. He reached for the cigarettes on the nightstand.

Ophelia rolled onto her stomach and took one from him. "You learn that from Hustler?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Maybe do it more than once the next time you talk a girl into getting in your bed." They finished off their cigarettes in silence. She snubbed hers out in the ashtray on the nightstand and then climbed out of bed. She started pulling on her clothes that had scattered around the clubhouse dorm.

"Where you going?" Jax asked, sitting up straight. He was certainly enjoying the view of her bent over pulling on her jeans, but he would much rather of her naked beside him.

"Gotta find my dad," she said, tugging her shirt over her head. "We're suppose to be going back to Tacoma today."

"Come on, babe. We got enough time for another time or two."

She fixed her hair before kissing Jax on the lips. "See you around, Jax."

"Leela!" He called after her. "Ophelia!" he yelled, but she didn't even glance over her shoulder.

Ophelia shook the memory away. That had been a very long time ago. Back when they were just crazy stupid teenagers. She glanced over her shoulder at Jax. He was watching the guys unload all the guns. He stood tall. He looked like the president he was raised to be. She continued into the clubhouse before Jax could notice she was looking at him.

All the club members' families were packed inside. The kids running around reminded her of all the times she had been stuck here during lock downs growing up. She had always gotten herself in trouble during those times… Like the first time she slept with Jax. God, she needed to get laid so she would stop thinking about long lost history.

Of course she found Tara in Jax's old dorm room with both Abel and Thomas. Today was the day to remind her of all the buried memories of her and Jax.

"Hey," Ophelia whispered trying not to disturb the boys. Abel was fast asleep in the bed well Tara tried to get Thomas asleep as well. She knew waking up sleeping kids was one of the worst things you could do to a mother. "I was wondering if you could take a look at my shoulder."

Tara nodded and laid Thomas down on the bed next to his brother. "Jax said you got stabbed last night," she said as she got her medical kit out.

Ophelia shrugged out of her jacket carefully. "Yeah. Something like that."

Tara's eyes went wide when Ophelia took her shirt off to reveal the messy stitches. "Jesus…"

Ophelia looked down at her shoulder. She didn't think it looked that bad. It stopped her from bleeding to death. Then again, she already had a mess of scars; so it didn't really matter what it looked like.

Tara gently moved her arm testing the mobility. "How did it happen?"

"Some jackass decided that he wanted his knife in my shoulder." She grimaced when Tara hit a tender spot. "Although, I'm pretty sure he was aiming for my neck."

"Weren't you scared?"

Ophelia looked Tara in the eye. "Jax hasn't told you what I do, has he?" She shook her head. "What happened last night is pretty much expected in my line of work."

"What?" Tara stuttered. "Why don't you get out of it?"

"Because I'm good at it." Ophelia could see the wheels turning in Tara's head.

Tara looked between the boys and Ophelia. "Could… could you help get me and the boys out of here?"

She couldn't believe Tara was asking her of all people. "Why do you want to leave so bad?"

"It' not safe for any of us here," she pleaded. "You have to help me get my boys out of here."

Ophelia slipped her shirt over her head. "All I have to tell you is if you do run, don't take the boys." She looked at Abel and Thomas asleep on the bed. "No matter how much Jax loves you, he loves those boys more." She looked Tara in the eye. "There's no doubt in my mind that he'll kill you." Without another word, she took her jacket and left Tara to fume.

When she walked out, she spotted Happy sitting at the bar. She made her way over to him. He was leaning over what looked like a full bottle of beer. She took the stool next to him and stole his beer.

"Really?" he asked as he watched her drink from it. "Why you gotta be like that?"

"You weren't drinking it, " she shrugged. "Plus, I needed a drink."

"Bitch," he mumbled to himself. He waved down the chick behind the bar for another beer. "What did doc say about the shoulder?"

"She thinks I'll live," she said sarcastically.

He made a throaty noise. "You shouldn't have been in the position to get stabbed." He stared straight ahead, not meeting her eyes.

Ophelia could tell he was blaming himself. She put her hand on his arm. "Hap, it wasn't your fault."

"I asked you to come here," he grumbled.

"And you taught me how to kill," she said pointedly. "So if you're really keeping track, my whole life is your fault."

"You should blame me. You could have been someone important instead of a killer."

She gritted her teeth. He was never one to throw himself a pity party. "I would be a fucking mess if it wasn't for you. Hell, I would probably be dead." He looked towards her finally. "I have never blamed you for anything. I control my life. I choose what happens. Don't be throwing yourself a little pity party because you think my whole life is your fault. My life was fucked up way before you came into it."

He smiled at her. A tiny smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I knew there was a reason I liked you."

She squeezed his arm. "Love you too, Hap." He grunted in response which was as close as she was going to get him saying it outloud.

"Table. Now," Chibs yelled from the doorway of the chapel.

Happy stood up and then looked down at Ophelia who was just drinking her beer. "You too," he grunted pulling her up to his feet.

"I'm invited?" she questioned.

He shrugged. "Don't see why not. You brought the guns back."

"We brought the guns back," she corrected. He rolled the toothpick between his lips and gave her a curt nod. She followed him to the chapel, but Chibs stopped her just short of the door. "Got a problem?" she questioned.

"I'm glad you're alright, lass," he said warmly.

She bit back the smartass reply. "Me too," she smiled. She brushed by him to take her seat along the wall.

Jax waited for everyone to get settled in at the table. He noticed Chibs glancing towards Leela every few seconds. It was a strange thing to see since his VP had pretty much ignored her since she had came to Charming. Jax wondered if it had anything to do with Ophelia getting hurt for the sudden change in Chibs' behavior. If that was the case, it meant there was a very good chance Chibs had feelings for her.

Shifting his attention away from Chibs and Ophelia, Jax looked to the rest of his club. "As you all know, the Devil's Horsemen are most likely in Charming already. Hap and Leela think the Horsemen followed them out of Charming; that's how they knew where to find them."

"How do we know for sure that they're here?" Tig asked.

Jax looked down at the Reaper carving in the table. "We don't. I was hoping Leela had any information about it."

She looked up when she heard her name. "Are you serious?" she asked. "In the past twenty four hours, I have been on the road for sixteen hours. Had to fight guys twice my size. Got stabbed in the process. All while I was getting you guys $50,000 worth of guns and money for more guns. I am running on about an hour of sleep. I'm tired, hungry, and I want a fucking shower. I haven't had time to think about getting you information about your own goddamn town." She took a deep breath and stood up. "Now you guys can do whatever you want, but I'm not here to be at your beck and call."

Ophelia knew she was overreacting, but it felt good to stand up to a room full of men. She forced the doors open and strode out. Her stomach led her to the kitchen. She rummaged around looking for something to make. She settled on making some pasta. It was the one thing that she could make at the moment and make her less grouchy.

"There's croweaters to do that, sweetheart," Gemma said at the doorway with her arms crossed.

"But they would probably try to poison me," she said as she threw the pasta in the boiling water.

Gemma raised an eyebrow. "You know something I don't?"

"I'm the new girl who is closer to all the guys more than they would ever hope to be," she said, keeping her back to Gemma. "If I was them, I would try to kill me too. Or at least run me out of town."

Gemma pursed her lips. "Has Tara said something to you?"

"Not about the croweaters," Ophelia sighed, knowing Gemma was going to grill her for answers.

Gemma came to her side. "What has she said?"

She stopped stirring the contents of the pot. "She has been asking me how I got away from the club."

Gemma was silent as she thought it over. "How did you get away from the club?"

Ophelia smiled. "I didn't." She went back stirring. "Tacoma knew right where I was. I only left SAMCRO."

Gemma pursed her lips. "We treated you that bad?"

"No. I just couldn't be here anymore."

"You make me some?" Happy interrupted. He came and looked over her shoulder.

She was extremely thankful that Hap had chosen now to come into the kitchen. She didn't Gemma all up in her business. "Yeah, I made enough for you too." She grabbed a bowl and scooped the pasta into it. She handed it to Happy.

"Thanks, Love," Hap mumbled as he got a fork.

Gemma watched the exchange between the two. "You have to be fucking him," she said once Happy left. "He doesn't act like that with anyone except you."

"You really want to talk about my sex life?" Gemma nodded with a smirk on her lips. "I've never fucked Happy. We have fucked the same girl at the same time." Gemma raised her eyebrow in question. "It was magical."

"You're still a smartass little bitch, aren't you?"

"All my life," Ophelia smirked. She pushed past Gem with her food. She sat down next to Happy on one of the couches. He was watching a blonde croweater dancing on the pole. If Ophelia looked past the terrible lingerie, the girl was actually pretty hot.

"So did I miss anything in church?" she asked him. Having food in her stomach made incredibly less angry.

"You mean after you went off like a crazy bitch?" he said glancing to her.

She shrugged. "You've told me crazy looked good on me."

A grin flashed across his face. He did like the look in her eyes when she was in the middle of doing a job.

"I'm gonna ride out and check on Rooster," she said suddenly.

"Jax said we can't ride alone, and the Horsemen will follow you to the warehouse."

"Then you better come with me to make sure I don't die."

Happy narrowed his eyes at her. He could tell that she had something planned. But it was Ophelia, and her plans usually worked. It would at least get him out of the clubhouse and he would maybe get to kill someone too.

He nodded. "Okay."

Ophelia and Happy were getting on their bikes when Jax strolled out. "Where you guys going?" he asked.

"Gonna take care of some shit," Ophelia said as she strapped on her helmet.

Jax looked between her and Happy. "Do I want to know?"

"We'll tell you if you need to know," she said simply.

He stepped closer to her. "If you were anyone else, I would put up with this shit."

"If I was anyone else, you wouldn't have any guns." She started up her bike. "We'll call if we need help."

Hap started up his bike. Ophelia kicked her bike into gear and rode out of the lot.

Jax watched them leave. It pissed him off to no end that she wouldn't tell him what she was doing. But if the last few days had shown him anything, it was that she didn't do anything without good reason, and she has only gotten hurt when she did what he told her what to do.

"Where are they off to?" Chibs asked, coming up next to him.

"Not sure," Jax mumbled, still staring at the open gate.

"So we're just letting women do whatever they want now?" Chibs asked.

He turned to his VP. "If you want to try to stop her, be my guest."

As soon as they left TM, they were being followed. However, both Ophelia and Happy were very good at losing tails. It only took them a few miles to lose the SUV that had been following their every move. After they were sure no one else was following them, they headed to the warehouse.

"What are we doing with him?" Hap asked as they walked inside.

"I'm gonna get him to tell me how to get a hold of the Horsemen's president." Ophelia pushed her sunglasses to the top of her head. Her eyes adjusted to the dark room. She rolled her eyes when she saw Rat quickly shoving a porn mag behind him as he saw them walking in.

He glance towards her trying to figure out her reasoning. "Why?" Hap asked her.

"I'm going to end this before it goes any further," she said, walking ahead of him.

He quickly caught up with her. He never understood how someone so short could walk so fast. "You're gonna kill their president," he grinned. He got excited at the thought of watching her kill.

She stopped at the door that kept Rooster locked away. "Not yet." He raised an eyebrow in question. "We'll see what happens."

He growled in frustration. He hated how she acted so nonchalant about everything. She was ten steps ahead of everyone else, but never let anyone in on it. He would give almost anything to see inside her head.

Ophelia pushed open the door. Rooster was lounging on the cot she had made Jax get for him reading some shitty romance novel. It didn't look all that comfortable, but it was better than the floor.

"Lily," Rooster smirked, setting the book aside. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Your club tried to kill me and Hap last night."

Rooster eyes traveled over Ophelia's body looking for any injuries. "You obviously made it out alive. I probably can't say the same about the other guys."

"No. We killed all five of them." She carefully looked for any reaction from him, but he showed nothing.

"That's very impressive. You must be very good at what you do," Rooster said coolly.

She glanced to Happy and smiled. "You could say that."

"What do you want from me?" Rooster questioned.

"Are we keeping you from your book?" Happy asked, smirking.

Ophelia reached into her backpack as the two men stared each other down. She pulled out a leftover container of the pasta she had made earlier. "I'm sorry it's not warm. It took longer than expected to get here."

Rooster took it and eyed uncertainly. "I know you have better ways of killing me than with poison, but I can't help but worry."

Happy rolled his eyes and stepped forward. He picked a piece of pasta with his fingers and ate it. "If we were gonna kill you, it would be a lot bloodier."

"I don't care if you eat it or not. You can starve for all I care. I just want to know how to get ahead of your president," Ophelia said crossing her arms as he started shoveling food into his mouth.

"I don't have a president," he said with a mouth full of food.

She shared a look with Happy. "A man with nothing to lose."

"You know what I would do," Happy grumbled while glaring at Rooster.

"Yeah…" she sighed. "I don't really feeling like pulling fingernails off right now though."

"Woah, woah," Rooster said quickly, putting the food down. "Nobody needs to be pulling any fingernails. Okay? I'll tell you whatever you want."

"I still can't believe how quickly you're willing to turn on your club," she mused.

"How many times do I have to tell you? They aren't my club. They left me for dead. They haven't even tried to get me," he ranted. "I'll tell you anything."

"I want to set up a meet with whoever is in charge of the Devil's Horsemen."

Rooster looked between Ophelia and Happy. "You sure that's a good idea?"

Ophelia laughed as she walked around the small space. "I don't really think you're in the position to voice your opinion at the moment."

Both of them slipped on their sunglasses as they stepped out of the warehouse. It was a warm Californian day. A day that made Ophelia want to go to the beach and spend it with her toes in the sand.

"When are we going to set up that meet?" Hap asked as they strode to their bikes.

She stopped walking. "Hap," she said, causing him to stop as well. "I don't think it would be a good idea if you were there."

"What" he snapped. "It's not safe for you to go alone."

"Probably not," she conceded. "But I don't think it would be smart for me to go to this meet with someone as terrifying as you."

The muscle in his jaw twitched as he stared her down. "Fine," he grumbled. "But if anything happens to you and Jax finds out that I let you go alone, he'll kill me."

"He won't find out," she promised.

Happy highly doubted they come out the other side of this unharmed, but at least with this it was better than the impending war that would land in Charming.

"You better on get yourself killed," he said as he sung his leg over his bike.

"Wouldn't dream of it," she said, following suit.