A/N 2/4/2019: Oh, beauties. This first month of 2019 has been, in the words of Deadpool, "About as fun as a sandpaper dildo." All culminating in frostbite! That shit HURTS! My ear is still peeling! All right, so it wasn't totally frostbite. I think the term is frostnipped. It's like, the first stage of frostbite. Think a reverse sunburn...I told my dad I call it a coldburn. -56* here, because where I'm at caught the bottom of the polar vortex on tuesday. My truck overheated in subzero temps, I got frostnipped ears, and I loose my wallet and everything in it. It was what I term a Murphy day. Where Murphy's law just ran amok with my life. I then had a message telling me it had been about a month since I last updated, and I was surprised and shocked that so much time had passed since I had been so busy, it just flew by. I thought I'd post what I had for the next chapter and then try to make the one after that longer.

I also hate to do this, y'all. But I don't believe I will continue with a 4th season. I am happy where this is leading, and I don't want to jeopardize my quality of writing by trying to forcefully continue the story line. So SSN 3 will be the last. In the mean time, I need to figure out how to free Otto! rofl. I hope y'all enjoy! And thank you so much for sticking with me.

It didn't take long for Belfast to be inundated with bikers from all across the globe. Mere hours. And it all started with the Marauders. Looking back on it, Chibs would feel indebted for the rest of his life towards the President of that little London based MC. Though it didn't stop the feeling of panic he had been feeling for his eldest child. He had gone ballistic when he had heard from everyone he knew in Belfast, that they hadn't seen Kerrianne since before her mother was killed. It was everything Bella could do to try and keep him calm. Fiona may have thought that Chibs had written Kerrianne off, but that was far from the truth. She was blood. His blood. His child, no matter her age.

Bella learned early on that the best way to calm Chibs down was to hand him Callum, so his hands were busy, and let him talk things through. It was in such an instance that Bella's phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Bells?" came the familiar voice of the Marauder's President. "You said during your phone call that your man's name was Telford, right?"

"Yes, why?" she asked, looking over to said man.

"Well, Remus and I were riding through town, not far from where you said to meet you actually, when we ran into a young woman who said she's looking for a Telford. Chibs," he explained.

"Her name wouldn't be Kerrianne, would it?" she asked worriedly.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Kerrianne couldn't believe her rotten luck. She had made it this far, the SAMBEL clubhouse wasn't even a kilometer away when some of Jimmy's younger thugs had caught her. They hadn't known exactly who she was, apparently, however, because they were currently arguing over whether or not she was in fact Kerrianne Larkin. Especially since she said her name was Telford. It appeared Jimmy didn't tell his underlings of her birth name, to his detriment. She had tried to make a run for it, but there were too many, and they had caught her again in no time, and she received a nice new bruise on her cheek for her efforts.

"I'm telling you, it's her. She matches the description Jimmy gave us perfectly," the pock marked egg head argued.

"She said her name was Telford, not Larkin," countered his bespeckled ginger friend.

"And you don't think that she would have lied about her name if she were trying to keep low?"

"And if it's not her? Do you really want to catch Jimmy's ire for bringing him the wrong girl?" asked the third companion. This one rather cute in a boyish sort of way. Too bad the idiot was working for immy. She had a thing for the pretty ones.

It was then she caught the sound of motorcycles. Hanging out with Trinity, the sound was well known to her, and as welcome as a fresh out of the dryer pair of socks. She'd have to time it perfectly though. She would only get one more chance at this, and they would know for sure afterwards. Waiting until she was able to see the bikes turn the corner of the block from where she was being held just inside the shadiest part of an alley, she shot half a glance at her captors before making a bee line straight for the road. It took but half a second for the others to catch on to what she was doing, but it was a half second she used well.

Making it to the middle of the street, she flung her hands out in front of her in a stop gesture. "STOP! Please, help me!" she yelled.

The bikers weren't the Sons she expected to see. In fact, judging from their unfamiliar faces and the strange patches on their Kuttes, she'd wager they weren't Sons at all. They skidded to a stop just inches from her.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" shouted the one with sandy blond hair and a set of running down his face.

"Hey! Beat it, Englishman! She's ours," said the pretty one.

"And it takes three of you young gentleman to handle one girl. She's what? 115 soaking wet?" said the one with dark hair, with a smile towards Kerrianne. If the boy chasing her was pretty, this man was pantie wetting gorgeous. "What's your name, young lady?"

"Kerrianne. Kerrieanne Telford," she said, taking a gamble. She had thought that she had made a mistake, when one of the boys chasing her, backhanded her.

"Miserable bitch! I knew yeh were lying!" he shouted as she fell to the ground hard. She heard the two on the bikes shouting in protest.

"Hey!"

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Kerrianne put a hand to her now smarting face and looked up blearily at her attackers, and the two men she had stopped. They had accosted the three boys and had them subdued in front of her, before the dark haired one offered her a hand. She looked up into his face and saw he was smiling gently down to her.

"Are you alright, Miss. Kerrianne?" She hesitantly placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up.

"Aye," she started to say timidly, before she found her resolve. "Aye, I am now. Bastards cornered me just as I was making my way to the SAMBEL clubhouse."

"You're associated with the Sons of Anarchy? Wait a minute! You said your name was Telford?" the sandy blond asked.

"Aye. My da is a member of the Redwood Original charter in California. I was hoping to make my way to SAMBEL and ask for passage to the states to see him."

"And his name?" he asked as the dark haired one pulled out his phone.

"Filip. Filip Telford, though everyone calls him Chibs."

The dark haired one held up a finger to his lips as he placed his call.

"Hello?" she barely heard from the other end.

"Bells?" he asked. "You said during your phone call that your man's name was Telford, right?"

"Yes, why?" came the halting reply.

"Well, Remus and I were riding through town, not far from where you said to meet you actually, when we ran into a young woman who said she's looking for a Telford. Chibs," he explained.

"Her name wouldn't be Kerrianne, would it?" she asked worriedly.

"It is indeed. She'd found herself in a spot of trouble before she almost got herself run over by Remus and I," he tells her.

"Sirius, you need to bring her here! Filip is going out of his mind with worry," she rushed out.

"Well then. Let's not keep the poor man waiting," he said, shutting his phone. He then turned to Kerrianne. "Okay. I have good news, better news, and fantastic news. Which would you like first?"

"Start at the beginning I suppose," she said curiously.

"According to our dear friend Al, it's the best place to start! Well, the good news is, I know a gal who know's your father," he said.

"And the better news?"

"You're father is here in Ireland, and my dear friend Remus and I are to be your escorts to him."

He then paused. It seemed he had a flair for the dramatic. "Aye, keep going. What's the fantastic news?"

"You have a new baby half-brother!" Kerrianne looked at him, stunned.

"Come again?"

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Gemma wheeled Abel's stroller into the clubhouse, finding her husband sitting alone at the redwood table, lost in thought. She took a moment to appreciate how much the man had changed in the time since Izzy and Angela had found themselves amongst the Sons. She then knocked lightly on the door, breaking Clay out of his contemplation.

"Hey," he greeted, walking up to him and placing a kiss to his lips.

"Hey, baby. You doing okay?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she said, looking down at her grandson. "Yeah, I'm doing okay. Better at least. Angela thought I'd like to take him for the day. She's using the time to pack for Ireland."

"How, uh- How are you doing with that?" he asked.

Gemma sighed. "Jax goes to Belfast, stones get unturned."

"I know."

"Bound to happen, I guess," she said, pulling Abel from his stroller and cradling him to her chest.

"You going to be okay with that? Going over there and having to see her? You know that she's going to try and play queen of the club. She got her hooks into JT and convinced him we were together long before we actually were. He was the one who was pulling away from you. He was the one who was unfaithful first!" he growled.

"A lot has happened since then. I'll pull Jax aside. Give him what he needs to know. We don't want that bitch pouring poison in his ear the way she did with JT and McGee." Clay reached out and took her hand. They sat like that, like they had many times before, in companionable silence. Taking and giving comfort the way only long time lovers do, before there was another knock on the door.

Both turned to see that it was Unser.

"Hey, Wayne," Gemma said.

"Hey. Heard you were home and that you had a rough time of it with you dad. Thought I'd come by and see that you were okay," he said kindly.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

"Good."

"Hey, any word on Hale?" Clay asked.

"Ah, another reason, I'm here. The kid is doing good. He's stable and off the ventilator, though they want to keep him in the ICU for observation. The town currently is in a state of uncertainty. Most folks are okay with you. Helps that that Jasper kid saved the boy standing next to him. But there are some who are being swayed by Jacob Hale. They're struggling with SAMCRO. Most of them are on the City Council and they are looking over my shoulder with a magnifying glass. I don't know how much interference I can run in the mean time," he said honestly.

"What does that mean for us?" Clay asked.

"Means I may have to play cop more often than not. I'll do what I can, but it's not going to be any of the big stuff I've been covering for."

"We'll work with it."

Gemma noticed Jax in the bar area and got up to intercept him, kissing Clay and throwing a smile to Unser on her way out. Using the hand not supporting Abel, she withdrew a chain from her pocket with two rings on it. It was time for a monumental push, she thought.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Bobby, Juice, and Tig parked their bikes outside Lumpy's boxing joint. Bobby looked up at the signs neighboring, and saw that they were mostly spray pained Closed.

"When did Rupert's close?" he asked.

"I don't know, man, but this whole blocks gone derelict," Tig replied.

"What the hell?" he muttered.

They entered Lumpy's and saw that he was couching a young man. "Arms up! Arms up!" yelled the spritely elder as he held up the punching pads.

"Lumpy!" Bobby called. He looked up and smiled at the Sons.

"Oh, hey. John, take five."

"Come here, brother," Tig said, embracing him.

"Tig! How are you? Hi, Bobby," he said excitedly, shaking the rounder Son's hand.

"What happed to Rupert's," he asked as Juice went into the back to talk to some of the boxers.

"Oh, Rupert's closed about six weeks after the pawn shop folded. And Leo's about a month before that."

"Man. They just went belly-up?"

"Oh, no, no, no, no. They made them offers they couldn't refuse."

"What are you talking about?" Tig asked.

"Some kind of corporate interest's coming to buy up the block. All I know, is some guy in a suit comes by every other week. Each time he's got a little more money and a little less patience," Lumpy said, giving Tig a knowing look.

"What guy?" Bobby asked.

"I don't know. I don't know, and I don't care. I sell this place, I got nothing."

"We're good," Juice said to his brothers.

"Hey Juice," Lumpy said, shaking his hand as the boys headed out.

"Take it easy, Lump," Tig said.

"You hand in there," Bobby put in.

"Okay, good-bye," the elderly man said.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Stahl was in a bind. She had nothing on the Sons, and Jimmy up and vanishes back to his homeland, where Fiona turns up dead. Suffocated. Kerrianne is in the wind, and they were still no closer on finding Isabella Swan. Though she was sure the Sons had a lead on her since Filip Telford and her father, Charlie, had apparently been sighted in Belfast as well. She was desperate. If she didn't bring in something on either the Irish or the Sons, she might as well start practicing her 'Would you like fries with that?' smile.

If only she could gain some leverage on someone in the club! But it seems that since those two girls entered the club life, they'd managed to single handedly close any sort of gap she could extort. Heaving a heavy sigh, she started going through her files once again. Hoping to find something she had over looked. Though she seriously doubted it at this point.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Angela managed to corner Jax, funnily enough, as she was going in to the hospital to have her check up. Just to confirm beyond a reasonable doubt that she was pregnant, though she was sure that she was. She was walking out the door when she quite literally ran into him. She would have fallen on her ass if his arms hadn't shot out and firmly but gently, took hold of her upper arms.

"Hey! Just the girl I wanted to see," he smiled down at her. A smile she returned. "Going somewhere?"

Angela nodded. "I was actually. And since you're here. You can take me. I have an appointment at St. Thomas."

"Are you all right? You're not sick are you?" he asked worriedly. Angela shook her head as she closed the door behind her and taking his hand, steering him towards his bike.

"No. Not sick. Just checking up on something. It's actually the perfect that I ran into you, because now you can take me."

"Okay," he said, pursing his lips. He handed her the helmet and climbed onto his bike, making sure that she was holding on tightly before he pulled out of the drive.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Chibs practically ran out of Liam's house as he saw two motorcycles and three people pull into the drive. His daughter was just as impatient to see her father.

"My girl! My little lass," he said emotionally as she ran into his arms. Chibs felt like these past days had put his emotions through the meat grinder. And now that his daughter was once again with him, all was right with the world again.

"Da." He pulled back to have a look at her, his eyes immediately zeroing in on a bruise forming on her cheek. He brought his hand up and gently ran his thumb across it.

"Are you injured, lass?" he asked. She shook her head.

"I've had worse. And would have had if it wasn't for Sirius and Remus," she said, looking back at the two who helped her. Chibs' focus shifted to the two men and he held out one hand to them, keeping Kerrianne close with his other.

"I don't think I could ever repay you," he said as Sirius took his hand.

Sirius shook his head. "It was no bother. Gave us a bit of fun on the way in, and we made a new friend. I'd chalk that up to a good day, anytime," he said, shaking his hand. "Sirius Black. Acting president of The Marauders. This is my VP, Remus Lupin."

The scarred man stepped forward with a small smile. Chibs would have though he was of the timid sort, if the mischief in his eyes hadn't given him away.

"Izzy said you were comin'. Please, come inside. I want to introduce you to your brother," he said down to Kerrianne, who beamed at him.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Is this the van?" Tig asked.

"Yeah, that's the Chicken Man," Juice said, pulling up the duffel.

"High roller," Bobby said as they heard the engine squealing as he pulled in.

"He's a little paranoid, so just let me deal with this one," Juice said, rounding the bikes and approaching the van's passenger window.

"Juan Carlos. May I assume the stimulants are in your backpack bag?" the farmer asked.

"Yes, Chicken. May I assume you have the cash?" Juice asked.

"Yes," Chicken said, looking around. "Oh, would you mind getting in? Talking this way makes me feel very conspicuous."

Juice gave a chuckle. "All right." He went to open the door when a movement in the wing mirror to his right caught his attention. He turned his head slightly, angling his body to make it look like he was moving out of the way of the door to open it, when he saw that there were Mexican in the back of the van.

He didn't waste any time. Instead of opening the door, he ran back towards Tig and Bobby. "Calaveras!" he said quickly, having recognized Salazar. They all pulled their side arms and started firing on the van. Chicken throwing it into drive and pulling away, like the coward his name implied.

"Shit!" Tig exclaimed.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

The three Sons entered the clubhouse, Tig immediately calling for everyone to gather around the Redwood.

"What happened?" Clay asked, seeing the duffel that should have been handed off by now.

"Salazar and two CL were waiting to jump us from the Chicken Man's van. Caught sight of them before they could do anything and fired. Bastards got away," Juice explained.

"Think I may have more intel on why. I just got off the phone with T.O. Bastard's got intel where the Mayans may be setting up their heroin shop- Industrial park out by the Make Hill bend. You, Bobby, and Chibs." Juice nodded. All right.

They all rose but Bobby stopped Tig on the way out, noticing Chuck. "Oh, hey!"

"What?"

"Salazar and his crew never saw you or I, but I'm not exactly in top shape. We may need more than one unfamiliar face to scope this place out."

Tig looked towards Chuck. "You willing to go undercover, Chucky?"

"I accept that," he said with a jittery smile.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax followed Angela through the halls of St. Thomas- towards the all too familiar maternity ward.

"Angel?" he asked when they got through the doors, stopping her.

"This is why I was coming today. I took an at home test with Donna. And your mother already knows of course. But I wanted it to be set in stone before I said anything. If I am, I want you to be there for everything!" she said with an excited smile.

Jax could have sworn his heart had stopped and then started again twice as fast and twice as hard, wanting to jump out of his chest. He pulled her into his arms, and kissed her with all of the love and need in his body. Angela responded in kind, wrapping her arms about his shoulders and burying her hands in his hair. The need for oxygen eventually forced them apart. Jax resting his forehead against hers as they composed themselves.

"Marry me?" he asked, now understanding his mother's need to give him her and his father's rings.

Angela smiled up at him. "As if you need to ask," she said playfully, kissing him gently as he slid his mother's ring onto her finger.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Followed one of Salazar's lieutenants, two other Calaveras to a janitorial supply house," T.O. said, gesturing to a building some ways away. "Been coming every day. Madina Industries. Now, it could just be a Mexican day job, but thought it might be worth looking at."

"All right. Cool," Tig said, taking T.O.'s hand. "Thanks, bro."

"Need us to back you up?" Lander, T.O.'s VP, asked.

"No, man, we're good. We're good," Tig said, bidding him farewell too.

"Happy hunting," T.O. said as they left.

Tig walked up to the building while the others waited in the van. He approached the dock manager, looking a bit lost.

"Hey, man. I'm here to pick up supplies for my boss, but I… I forgot all my paperwork," Tig said.

"All right. You got a PO number?" the manager asked, looking at his clipboard and pulling a pen from behind his ear.

"No, I got nothing. Uh, Hale Sewage Removal. H-A-L-E," Tig said as the clipboard was consulted.

"Uh, it's not here. Let me go check the system. Be right back."

The manager unlocked the gate and went through, Tig making sure it didn't close by putting his foot in the way. He waited for Chucky to catch up, hobbling uncertainly across the lot.

"Come on. Come on, hurry up," he said, pulling him through the gate and letting it close. He pulled out two clipboards and guided him through the warehouse.

"All right. You're gonna take this aisle to the right. Act Mexican," he stressed.

"What do I do if I see something?"

"You're gonna come back to that van alive. Now, go."

Tig lightly stepped up and peered into an office before noticing a schedule on the cork board in front of him. He pulled out his phone and took pictures of the first and second page. But then his phone buzzed in his hand and he answered.

"Bro, CL. Get out!" Opie said quickly.

"Shit. I better find Chucky," he said turning, and seeing said Chucky being manhandled by Salazar and one of his crew. "Oh, man. Shit, shit. They just found him."

He hung up and ran to a fork lift, and drove it right into a stack of cleaner, spilling it all over the Mexicans using Chucky as a punching bag. In their confusion, he grabbed the nearly fingerless man and pulled him towards the exit.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax watched the screen in awe as the little life inside his Angel moved. The doc had confirmed it. Angela was about 6 weeks along.

"You better make an honest woman of me before they get here, Teller. I'm a God fearing woman, after all," she teased with happy tears in her eyes.

"Mom told me about your deal with God when she gave me her and my old man's rings," he said with a smile.

"All right, fine. So I'm not God fearing. But I would like to have something to tease Bells with."

"Ah, so now I get to the real root of the matter," he whispered, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"Would you two like pictures?" the technician asked. Both nodded.

"Yes. A few copies, please," Jax said.

"Is it safe to fly while pregnant?" Angela asked.

"Should be so. Where were you planning on going?" she asked.

"My best friend is getting married in Ireland. We were going to leave in the next couple of days," Angela explained.

"I'm not so sure about the long trip, but you're healthy enough. I want you to check in with the local clinic where you'll be staying. Have them check in on you, and then come see us again when you get back." Angela smiled and nodded, promising she would do just that.