Hanna parked her convertible outside T-M. She shooed off Half-Sack as he approached. "They're in chapel," he called, as she headed for the club.

"I'll wait," she said, with a more insistent wave this time.

Inside, Hanna sat at the bar, stretching her arms out over her head. "Long ass car ride," she explained to the Crow Eater behind the bar.

"Want a drink?"

"The usual." She washed three days in San Francisco down with a double shot of whisky. "They been in long?"

"Yeah, should be out soon."

Hanna got another round while she waited. By the time the boys came out, she was feeling much better. She propped her head up on her hands and smiled at Juice when he came trough the door. He walked over and Hanna craned her neck up for a kiss. "I missed you," he said.

"I called every day, not my fault the club keeps you so busy," Hanna pointed out. He shook his head and she smirked. "But I missed you too."

The other Sons trickled out of the room, casting knowing looks in their direction. "Hey, Han," Jax said, joining them at the bar. "Gemma wants to know if you're going to be at the house tonight. Abel's finally coming home."

Hanna smiled. "I heard, congratulations! The kid's a fighter like his dad." She glanced between Jax and Juice. "I wasn't planning on it. I don't want to intrude. It's just family and close friends, right?"

Jax gave her a confused look. "Old ladies are family."

Hanna's eyes went wide, but not quite as wide as Juice's did. Jax looked between them and took a small step backward, as he realized his mistake. "Just, uh, let Gemma know, okay?" Hanna nodded, a half second too late.

"Old lady," she repeated, testing it out.

"He was just messing with me," Juice said, rubbing his head. "I mean, you aren't– Unless you want–" He paused. "Do you want to be?"

"I think I might," Hanna said. She bit her lip and looked up at him. "Is that crazy?"

"It could be a trial run," he suggested.

Hanna made a face. "Yeah, I think girlfriends come with a 30 day warranty." She laughed and Juice joined in. He leaned down to kiss her, earning a few whistles from the guys, who were pretending not to listen in. "Wait till my dad finds out about this." Juice gave her a blank look at she raised her eyebrows. "I'm kidding! Mostly."

"I guess I should tell Gemma I'll be there tonight," she said. Then shook her head. "Actually, can you do that? I'd like to put off her I told you so as long as possible."

"Yep, then I'll take you home."

"I don't need a designated driver," she teased. "But I'm also not going to say no to riding with you." Juice shook his head and headed toward the main building.

The Crow Eater pushed over another glass. "Celebratory shots."

Hanna shook her head. "Fuck it, who needs to be sober at 2pm?"

OoOoO

Hanna leaned on the counter, watching everyone gathered around Abel. She smiled as she sipped her beer. "It's good to see you here, Hanna," Gemma told her. Hanna turned to see Gemma's smug smile.

"It is good to see me here," Hanna agreed. "I guess you were right."

Gemma shrugged. "Usually am." Juice smiled at Hanna across the room, and her stomach did a little summersault. "Didn't expect it be Juice you ended up with, though." Hanna looked back at Gemma with a raised eyebrow. "Tig always seemed more your speed."

Hanna hummed. "I was wild and crazy."

"And you're not anymore?" Gemma asked skeptically.

"I'm slightly less wild and crazy," she amended.

"Juice is sweet, you could ruin his life if you wanted to."

"I don't want to," Hanna said simply.

Gemma squeezed Hanna's arm. "I know." They watched for another moment in silence. "You still want out of Charming?"

The blonde took a deep breath. "I don't know."

"This is the way it was always meant to be," Gemma told her. She squeeze Hanna's arm again, and then headed back to the living room to gather up Abel from Donna's arms.

Hanna followed her, and joined Juice and Tig on the couch. "Slide over," she said, wiggling herself between them. "How're your girls?" She asked Tig.

He shrugged. "You've probably seen them more than I have."

Hanna raised an eyebrow. "Just because we all ended up in the same place doesn't mean we stayed in touch. It's a big city. Besides, your girls are fucking psycho." Tig nodded his agreement.

Wendy came in from the hall and stopped in front of them. She held out her hand, and Hanna squeezed it. Though she hadn't known Wendy as Jax's wife, she had known her as Crow Eater. "How're you doing?" She asked.

"Getting better," Wendy said. Hanna nodded, and let go of her hand.

Hanna turned to Juice. "You ready to go? I can only take so much of this stomach churning domesticity," she joked. He nodded and helped her up off the couch. "Let me tell Gem bye, then I'll meet you outside." He kissed her and headed for the door.

Tig reached up to grab her arm. "You fit in here, you know that? You always have."

Hanna ran her fingers through her hair. "I think that's supposed to be a compliment, but I don't know if I should take it that way coming from you." Tig just shrugged.

She headed across the room to tell Gemma goodbye. "Not to play right into your hand, but this was nice. I'm glad I came." Abel grabbed Hanna's finger and the girls all laughed.

"Hey, we should get lunch some time," Tara suggested. "Catch up."

Hanna nodded. They'd never been close. When Hanna was a teenager, she'd always seen Tara as her competition. It was time that changed. "Yeah, let's do that."

Outside Hanna found Juice waiting for her on his bike. "Want me to take you back to the ranch?" He asked.

She swung her helmet by the strap for a second. "No, let's go back to your place." She put one arm around his neck. "As far as trial runs go, that went really well." Juice smiled. "Elliot's going to need me to stay around longer than expected. I don't know how long, but in the meantime…Let's do this."

"Us?"

Hanna smirked. "I mean, it's a good way to kill time." She leaned in to kiss him, and he swung her around so she was sitting on the bike facing him. "If I go back to the city, we can figure out what to do then. But, I don't want to think that far ahead."

It was only on the ride home that she realized she'd said if.

OoOoO

The sounds of chattering customers and clattering dishes filled the coffee shop. The noise rang in Hanna's ears as she sat in silence. On the other side of the table, Tara stared at the wall over Hanna's shoulder. Their salads sat untouched between them.

The call in the middle of the night had woken Hanna up. After Juice had told her the news, she hadn't been able to get back to sleep. Donna Winston, Opie's wife, had been killed in a drive by shooting after the party.

It still felt surreal. It had only been hours ago that they were all sitting in Jax's living room, talking and laughing. "I'm going back to Chicago," Tara said, finally breaking the silence. "You should leave too." Hanna stared at her for a moment, the words not quite sinking in. "We both have lives waiting for us," Tara continued. "This town will only drag us down."

"I've spent so many years of my life being bitter, making decisions out of spite," Hanna said quietly. "I'm past that now, I don't want to let my life be controlled by fear either."

"Jax won't leave," she said, as if she hadn't heard anything Hanna had said. "But Juice isn't like him. If you ask him to go, I think he'd leave with you."

Hanna thought about it for a moment. Returning to San Francisco, or somewhere else, Seattle or Vancouver. A new life, no more Oswald-Donnelly family problems, just a new city and the guy she was falling in love with. She couldn't deny it was tempting. But Gemma was right; this was the way it was always meant to be. Some people just couldn't leave Charming.

"As naïve as it sounds, I want to believe there are things worth fighting for," Hanna said quietly. "I know that this life isn't what I had planned, but I can't leave now. Things may be hard, but the best things in life usually are."

OoOoO

Hanna took the rest of the day off and took her appaloosa out for a ride instead. The woods were relaxing, quiet, the perfect place to go and think. Tara wasn't wrong, getting out of Charming was the smart decision. But the longer Hanna thought about it, the more sure she was that staying was the better choice for her.

Maybe it was stubbornness that kept her from leaving. There were still things that needed to be done, and then there was Tristen to worry about. Hanna didn't want to leave her alone with Karen and Elliot. Tris needed to know she had choices in life; she didn't have to let her parents shape her into a person she didn't want to become.

She emerged at the trailhead near the ranch and spotted Juice coming up the driveway with Clay and Tig. She rode out to meet them. "Hey, boys. What's going on?"

Clay and Tig shared a look. "You heard Bobby got picked up, right?" Clay asked. Hanna nodded. "Well they're coming after Ope next. We need Elliot to do us a favor."

"Let me go turnout Brandy, and I'll meet you guys at the barn," Hanna said.

"Brandy?" Tig repeated. "Sounds like a hooker name."

"You would say that," Hanna said, shaking her head. She turned her horse around toward the pasture. She brushed her fingers over Juice's cheek, before heading out.

"Aw, cute," Tig said sarcastically.

"Fuck off, Tiggy," Hanna called over her shoulder as she rode away.

She rejoined them a few minutes later outside the barn, where Elliot was grooming his own horse. "We need that address," Clay was saying. Hanna could tell from her father's body language that he was going to say no.

Tig waved a plastic bag in his face. "Unless you want this going to Unser, you better think twice about your answer." Hanna got a closer look at the bag, a bloody knife. She had a pretty good idea of who the blood belonged to.

"Opie's wife just died," Hanna reminded Elliot, as she came up behind them. "If you let him go to jail for a crime he didn't commit, you're going to orphan two little kids. You're not that heartless."

Elliot turned toward her, and looked at her for a moment. Hanna raised an eyebrow. Finally he nodded. "I'll make some calls."

Hanna and Juice followed him inside. They stopped in the hallway outside Elliot's office, to wait. She leaned her head against his shoulder. "This is all so fucked up," Hanna murmured. Juice nodded his agreement. She intertwined her fingers through his. "Tara's skipping town, she recommended I do the same."

Juice looked down at her for a moment. "Back to San Francisco?"

Hanna shrugged one shoulder. "Or somewhere else, I don't know." She turned to face him. "If I did leave, would you come with me?"

He looked at her for a minute. Hanna could tell he was thinking about it. She knew it wasn't an easy question. Leaving Charming wasn't easy, neither was leaving SAMCRO. He nodded. Hanna let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

"I'm not leaving, I decided this morning," Hanna admitted. Maybe that was a mistake. Maybe she should have been running upstairs to pack a bag right away. But she'd made her choice. "I just wanted to know."

Hanna wrapped hers arms around him and lay her head on his shoulder. Juice kissed the top of her head. Elliot stepped out of his office. "I have the address."

OoOoO

The day of Donna's funeral was clear and bright, a sharp contrast to the mood. The flower arrangements were beautiful. Hanna had chosen a particularly nice wreath of white lilies and signed them from the Oswalds. She stopped in front of them, rubbing a petal between her fingers.

Tara approached Hanna, taking her hand and offering her a blue carnation to put on the casket. "I thought about what you said," Tara told her quietly. "You were right, some things are worth fighting for."

"You're staying?" Hanna asked, as they placed their flowers on top of Donna's casket.

"I'm staying," Tara said, with a nod. Hanna squeezed the other woman's hand. They sat down and Juice put his hand on Hanna's shoulder. She laid her cheek against his hand for a moment, and then sat up.

Hanna and Tara shared look. Yeah, they both had things worth fighting for. And Hanna had a feeling there would be no shortage of fights in their futures.