It wasn't very often that Fiona Larkin asked things of the IRA kings or used the fact that despite gender relations, her father would give her almost anything remotely shady that she asked, but this time it had become necessary in her mind to reap the full benefits of what her connections would allow her to obtain. From the moment she'd hung up the phone with her husband the previous day, she'd been sure that he was too devoted to the chase and would easily allow himself to end up in a wooden box if it meant that he also took his prey down with him. The only way to stop him seemed to be to reign him in so he'd go into the chase with a level head and at least come out alive, but from another continent that would be near impossible to do. Still, with Jimmy O'Phelan on the lose it would never be safe to travel to Charming, California under her real name.

That was why three generations of Larkins were gathered in the study of the eldest family member, cellphones turned off and warm slightly alcoholic beverages served among them. However, the meeting wasn't one of catching up and small talk.

William Larkin had been surprised when his daughter had requested a meeting of the more professional nature, but he hadn't bothered to question her unknown interests too much. His daughter had always been too headstrong to be dissuaded from many of her plots and it was always better that she obtained whatever she wanted through him rather than some untrustworthy source. Still, he found it a bit unexpected when she had immediately slid a fat envelope across the table after the drinks were served.

"We need passports."

William looked at his daughter curiously "I wouldn't think you'd be so careless as to misplace the ones you already had."

Fiona elaborated "Fake passports...under assumed identities." before William could ask another question she added "and we need this published in the paper." she slid another sheet of paper across the table.

Taking the paper her father raised an eyebrow as he read it "Why are you suddenly trying to disappear, Daughter? Is it necessary to drag your offspring into your plan as well?"

Sensing the disdain in her grandfather's voice, Kerrianne spoke for the first time since entering the room. "Ma didn't force me to do anything."

Suddenly it seemed to hit William exactly why his daughter and granddaughter wanted the fake passports. "This is about O'Phelan isn't it?"

"About avoiding him." Fiona countered.

"He's changed you know."

"I don't believe that for one second."

"Why is that?" William asked regarding his daughter.

"That man could never change his stripes, he's already slaughtered two of SAMCRO's prospects."

"Is this true? Galen O'Shay said he'd be laying low."

"Galen O'Shay is hardly a much better man." Fiona snorted.

"And what exactly do you think you can do to change everything that you couldn't do from Belfast?"

The cellphone sitting on the coffee table began playing classical music. Normally the club members made fun of Chibs for making his ringtone for his wife one of Vivaldi's four seasons, but this time Juice just looked at his friend. "Are you going to answer that?" after Chibs remained silent, Juice hesitantly reached for the phone expecting the older biker to slap his hand away.

Instead, Chibs looked dead eyed as if he felt the phone call would confirm what he'd already suspected.

Although Juice felt that with the lack of optimism his friend seemed to feel he had no reason to feel any more himself he tried to put on a show of pretending to be calm. "Hello?"

"Juice? Why are you answering Filip's phone?" came Fiona's confused and slightly worried response from the other end of the line.

"He was in the bathroom...I can definitely give him the phone now though." Juice turned to Chibs holding the phone out while half covering the device with his hand "It's Fiona, she's alive."

Chibs took the phone from his hand hesitantly "Fi?"

"Why wouldn't I be alive? Is something bothering you? You called both mine and Kerri's phones and left a message on our home phone."

Pausing and deciding he wanted slightly more privacy to talk Chibs gestured to Juice who got up off the couch "I'll get a couple more beers out of the fridge."

Now that he was alone in the room he returned to the conversation at hand "Jimmy blew up the clubhouse."

At the other end Fiona gasped audibly "Was anybody hurt? Are you hurt? Is Juice hurt?"

"The clubhouse was able to be evacuated before it blew, but he left our wedding photo in the rubble on purpose." as Chibs spoke he picked the tattered photograph up off the coffee table ,where it had sat since his arrival home only a half-an-hour earlier, as if he was trying to show the damage that had been caused to it.

"He hasn't gotten to me or Kerri, Filip if that's what you were worried about. My father wanted to meet with us to discuss what's going on and we both turned our phones off." it was a white lie as she had omitted that part where she confessed to having scheduled the visit and trying to obtain the fake passports to travel to Charming, but something in his tone of voice told her that he'd never approve of what she had planned. Chibs clearly felt his family could only be safe in some foreign part of the world, but he still needed to be saved from his own mind and despite how good of a friend Juice seemed to be it was obvious that he didn't know Filip's mind or insecurities like she did.