All the guys were already at T-M when Hanna and Juice pulled up. Hanna unhooked her helmet and swung it back and forth on her wrist like a wrecking ball. Bobby raised an eyebrow at her, but at her scowl decided to keep his mouth shut. She was not in the mood to take anyone's bullshit.

Jax was on the phone and barely even glanced in Hanna's direction as she approached. He flipped the phone closed with such force Hanna thought it might snap and shoved it into Clay's hands. "Jimmy says he's not in Belfast."

Jax whirled on the van and punched, leaving a dent in the metal. Hanna winced. She hadn't considered Jax's temper when she decided to come along. Not that she was going to let him stop her. She was going with them if she had to tie herself to the top of the van.

"We'll find him," she said quietly.

Jax turned toward her. "You armed?" Hanna put a hand on her glock. He nodded and brushed past her. "Good. Let's go."

Hanna turned back to the rest of the guys, sure her face looked just as surprised as all of theirs. But she recovered quickly, raising an eyebrow. "You heard the man, let's ride."

Halfway up Clay and Jax split off to grab Gemma. When they got to Canada, they were going to set Gemma up somewhere she'd be safe and out of the way of the ATF. The rest of the group went to drop some guns with the Rogue River charter. A few of the Oregon guys gave Hanna confused looks, but had the sense not to say anything out loud.

Hanna wished they would question her. She was itching for something to punch.

"We're gonna drop by Honey's and pick up some scrips for Happy's mom," Piney told them. "Bobby's coming, but we can meet the rest of you down the road."

Juice got on his bike, but Hanna bounced on her toes for a moment, considering. "She got xans?" Piney frowned. "I can't fucking sleep." He sighed and motioned for her to get in the van. "Meet you up there," she called to Juice as she climbed in the passenger seat.

They weren't too far from Honey's, but Piney didn't waste his time. "You want to talk?"

She grunted. "Not particularly."

Piney was quiet for a long time. Just when Hanna thought he was going to drop it, he spoke. "You can run away from your problems for as long as you want. It won't make them go away. In fact, they'll probably just be worse when you turn around and face them."

Before she could reply, they pulled into Honey's driveway. They weren't the only one's there. A pickup was parked out front and a scrawny guy was standing in the bed with a shotgun. "Looks like trouble." Hanna's fingers instinctively traced the grip of her pistol.

Piney nodded, throwing the van into park. "Let's go find Honey."

Happy and Bobby were right on their heels as they made their way into the living room. It was chaos. Overturned tables, dumped out drawers, shit everywhere. A couple of guys rummaged through cabinets, oblivious to the woman cowering on the floor.

Piney scooped Honey up and ushered them all into another room just as one of the guys fired his shotgun into the living room. "Who are those assholes?" Bobby asked once the door was firmly shut behind them.

"Just some shitbag crack heads who want to sell scrips," Honey spit. One of the guys yelled through the door asking where the drugs were. "Bite my ass, you inbred cocksucker!"

Hanna clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Honey motioned for them all to follow her into a hidden closet. "Jesus, you've got a whole pharmacy in here."

Happy went for the landline to get a call through to Jax and Clay. Hanna leaned against the door listening for voices. "They're gonna come looking in here eventually. Don't suppose you hid a backdoor in here too?" Honey shook her head.

"The rest of the guys are on the way," Happy said, hanging up the phone. "Rogue River too. Maybe thirty minutes."

Hanna checked the bullets in her gun. "Then I guess we shoot our way out of here wild west style."

The door to the other room burst open. "We know the scrips are in here! Just give us the drugs and no one gets hurt. You boys in patches can take whatever you want." The man paused before adding, "On the house! We got no issues with you."

Piney, Bobby, and Happy shared a look with each other. Happy raised his gun. "Yeah, fuck that." Hanna joined the guys, shooting through the wall into the other room. It felt cathartic to pull the trigger over and over until the tell-tale click of an empty chamber brought her back to reality.

Hanna cursed as the tweakers busted through the closet door. A tall skinny guy, with greasy hair, grabbed Hanna by the hair. She kicked and clawed and got one good punch in before someone else secured her arms behind her back.

They were dragged outside at gunpoint. The rest of SAMCRO had guns raised. Hanna met Juice's eyes and gave a small shrug, he sighed. "Put down the guns, or they're dead," one of the tweakers called. Jax and Clay shared a look. Right on cue, Rogue River pulled up.

"I think you're gonna be the one putting down your guns," Jax said with a smirk.

As the bikers moved in, the tweakers backed off, cursing as went. Hanna stepped away, admiring her bloody knuckles. Happy nodded at her, "Not bad."

Tig sidled up beside her and whistled. "What'd you do to get three guys holding you back?"

Hanna grinned. "Gave 'em hell."

Tig laughed. "That's my girl."

While the bikers rounded up the would-be thieves, Honey ran inside to grab the scrips Piney had come for. She handed Bobby the inhalers for his kid, and Happy the pills for his mom.

Honey brought a small bottle to Hanna. "Here, you earned it."

Hanna nodded her thanks and tossed the bottle back and forth in her hands. Tig snatched the bottle out of the air and read the label. "You can't ride on these, they'll knock you out."

"That's the idea," Hanna muttered, taking the pills back. "Maybe I'll lay low with Gemma for a while, try to get my mind off things."

Tig shook his head. "That what you really want?"

Hanna squeezed the bottle in her hands. "What I want is to punch a wall and scream until my throat bleeds and shoot that Irish son of a bitch in the face." She took a deep breath. "But I can't do any of those things."

"But you can fight." Tig waited for a moment before reaching out and taking the pills from her hand. This time Hanna let him. Tig threw an arm around her, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. "You can fight."

Hanna pushed herself onto the dresser in Gemma's hospital room and leaned her head against the wall with a thump. "God, I hate this place."

The trip up north had been a bust. When they'd gone back for Gemma, she'd taken off, back to Charming to see her grandkid. The same grandkid who'd been kidnapped and taken fuck knows where. At the shock of finding out, Gemma had a heart attack, right there in the T-M parking lot.

Gemma snorted. "At least you're not cuffed to a bed." Hanna sighed. She hadn't even talked to Gemma since Abel went missing, there'd been no chance to tell her. But still, she felt the guilt. If she hadn't been so goddamn helpless, they wouldn't be here at all. "Stop blaming yourself."

Hanna's eyes snapped toward Gemma and she scowled. "Are you a mind reader now?"

Gemma raised an eyebrow. "Your poker face sucks." Hanna opened her mouth to launch into a tirade, but Gemma cut her off. "It doesn't matter what you might have done. You didn't, and he tied you to a chair, and you couldn't fight back." Gemma raised a hand, preempting Hanna's next comment. "We all fuck up, we all let our guard down."

Hanna knew she was speaking from experience. "I don't want to feel that way ever again," Hanna said quietly. "It was like I was watching someone else's life." Gemma nodded knowingly. "I'm not backing down until this is over. I'm not going to sit back while everyone else is out there...I have to fight."

There was a knock on the door and Bobby stuck his head in. "Han, might wanna come check on your boy. Calaveras got him pretty good." Hanna let out a groan.

Gemma shook her head. "Guess you're not getting out of here anytime soon."

Hanna headed out into the hallway to find Juice, but Clay stopped her. "Might need help with your dad." Of all the things she was not in the mood for, dealing with Elliot was near the top of the list. "Before you bite my head off, Abel's in Belfast."

Hanna let out a long sigh. "Fuck."

"Yeah, and our bail hearing is tomorrow afternoon. When we don't show, we'll be fugitives," Clay continued. "Hard to make plans like that. Plus we're out ten grand to the tracker. We don't have a lot to work with, Han."

Hanna nodded. "Fine, but I'm coming with you." Clay started to protest. "I'm coming with you, or you don't get a plane."

Clay shook his head, but didn't try to argue again. "Oswald's not gonna be happy about that."

Hanna let out a sharp bitter laugh. "My father owes me a whole lot more than a fucking plane ride."

Tristen met Hanna at the door and hugged her tight around the waist. "You look better." Hanna shrugged. Maybe she did, but she still felt like shit. At least she was back on her feet. "Dad's in his office."

They made their way down the hall, past the rows of perfectly posed family photos. Hanna's was absent from most of them, but there were a few of her and Tris. Hanna tapped one. "You look like you just swallowed cough syrup in this one."

"I'd been smiling for two hours," Tristen groaned. "I hate those pictures."

Hanna laughed quietly. "Yeah, me too."

The office door was open, and Elliot looked up as the girls came around the corner. He looked between them with noticeable surprise. "Oh, Hanna, I'm glad to see you. Come in, sit down."

Hanna shook her head. "This isn't a social call, dad." Elliot grimaced but didn't look surprised. "I need a plane."

Elliot's jaw dropped slightly. "That's a big ask, Hanna."

Tristen stepped backward into the hall. "I'll just give you two a minute."

"It's hardly going out of your way. There's a cargo going to Manchester tomorrow. We'll be on it."

Her father leaned back in his chair. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised you still have the log-in to my business accounts," he mumbled. Hanna rolled her eyes. "What does the club need in Manchester?"

"Abel's in Belfast. We're going to get him back."

He paused. "You're going with them."

"That is what we usually means," Hanna snapped. "I don't have the time to get into an argument with you right now. I just want to find that kid and put at least a little bit of something back to normal."

Elliot sucked in a deep breath. "I- Hanna, I'm sorry about what happened. When I heard you were alright, I was so relieved."

"I'm not alright, dad. I'm losing my fucking mind. I don't need your pity or your empty platitudes. I need a plane and I need to find Abel." Hanna looked at Elliot for a moment. "Please."

"6pm, Stockton Metro," Elliot told her. "But I guess you already knew that."

Hanna didn't bother to deny it. "Thanks."

She turned toward the door, but he called her back. "When you're back…Come over for dinner. I know you haven't forgiven me yet, but we can at least try to put a little bit of something back to normal. For Tristen." Her own words thrown back at her made her frown. But still, she nodded. "Be safe, Hanna."

Tristen was waiting in the hallway, her arms folded around herself. "You're going to bring Abel back."

Hanna pressed her fingers to her brow and shook her head. "Maybe. I don't know." She sighed. "I hope so."

Tris shook her head. "No, you're going to bring him back." She said it with such confidence that Hanna almost believed it. "If the guys are even half as stubborn as you, which I know they are, they won't stop until he's home safe. It's what they do." The corner of her lip twitched up in a smile. "It's what you do."

Hanna hugged Tristen and ruffled her hair. "Thanks, Tris."

Tristen looked up at Hanna, a little misty eyed. "Learned it from you."