"You were supposed to blow up SAMCRO's clubhouse!" Galen raged over the phone.

Jimmy tried to stifle his anger at the older IRA member, he knew full well that he had failed to kill even one club member in the spectacular explosion and this was why Galen O'Shay was angry but the other man was irritating and he had no patience for his childish anger. "I did blow up the clubhouse. Just like you asked. Even wore the bloody delivery man suit." he responded snidely.

"Somebody tipped off the club before the explosion." Galen stated irritably. There seemed to be something almost accusing in his voice although what he was suggesting was beyond illogical and senseless.

"Why would I try to help The Sons?" Jimmy's cheeks puffed out briefly in rage, but the gesture was clearly lost through the phone.

"Maybe you wanted a chance to kill Filip face to face." Galen responded.

The prospect of still being able to watch the life drain from Filip Telford was something that Jimmy would indeed now look forward too, but he didn't want Galen to believe he'd even have a reason to botch the explosion. He had truly been prepared to murder the whole club and hoped he would get the chance to carry this out, but right now he needed to make sure he stayed alive and the best way to do this was to remind Galen that he was on his side.

"I'm not that man anymore" Jimmy lied.

"Good, because I need you to set up a meeting with Jackson Teller."

As soon as Galen hung up, Jimmy angrily threw his phone across the room. With Malone held in the Sons clutches already the last thing he needed to do was practically offer himself to the club.

xxx

By the time the meeting was set up, the Sons had found an ice cream shop in downtown Charming that they had bought. Jax wanted to meet Jimmy in a place where he felt safe so with one of Galen's men in tow, the IRA terrorist had agreed to meet them in the shop.

As soon as Jimmy entered the shop, Jax glared at him "Why don't you take a seat in that booth. Your guy can have a chat with Tig. Leave the newspaper with him."

Jimmy snorted, sliding into the booth "Filip is going to want to read the latest headline."

Already sitting across the booth from him next to where Jax slid in, Chibs glowered at him. Before he could respond, a pretty blonde walked past the table. Jax and Chibs ignored her, but Jimmy watched her as she walked.

Catching what he was doing Jax snapped "Do not stare at my ex-wife!"

"Your ex-wife?" Jimmy asked incredulously.

Jax tried to turn him back to the reason for the meeting "You killed two of our prospects."

Coldly Jimmy met his eyes "I'll take you out one by one leave no mistake." he paused to turn to Chibs "and I'll leave you the last person standing. So you have to live with the agony of outliving everyone before I kill you. You've already outlived your wife and daughter."

"You bastard!" Chibs spoke for the first time since the meeting had began.

Jimmy smiled and slid the newspaper onto the table. "So sorry for your loss."

Chibs flipped the paper over warily. The headline at the top of the page read "Fatal Single Car Crash Claims Two Lives".

"What did you do to them?!" Chibs growled reaching across the table to grasp Jimmy's collar.

"Nothing." Jimmy laughed "Bitch always was a crazy driver, I knew someday it would get her killed."

Unable to keep his composure after the other man's laugh, almost automatically the fist of the hand that wasn't clutching Jimmy's collar flew across the table prepared to make contact with his face. Pulling ever so slightly at the other hand, Jimmy dodged quickly out of the way causing Chibs' fist to hit the wooden back of the booth instead.

Jimmy continued to laugh as Chibs hissed softly in pain dropping his collar "I'll gut you like a dead deer." Chibs growled.

At this, the man who had arrived with Jimmy tried to break away from Tig to come over and defend his senior IRA member.

Jimmy waved him off. "It's fine." deciding to get up from the booth he added "we're done here."

xxx

Tara was in a meeting with Ally Lowen and Margaret Murphy when her cellphone went off. Excusing herself, Tara immediately left the room. She pulled the phone out of her pocket briefly worrying that Wendy had broken and revealed her arrangements to leave Charming with Abel and Thomas. Gemma's name appeared across the screen, and this did nothing to ease her worries.

"Hello?" she hoped her tone sounded even and didn't betray anything.

"Where are you Doc?" Gemma asked at the other end, she sounded nervous, which seemed extremely odd to Tara.

"I had to cover a shift today. I'm at the hospital." she answered hoping the half lie would pacify the older woman.

"Well can you leave the hospital?"

"Why? What is it?"

"Chibs broke his hand punching a booth at the ice cream shop. He doesn't want to come to the hospital, but I convinced him to let you have a look."

"Why did Chibs punch one of the booths?" Tara asked, her wariness replaced with confusion.

"He was trying to hit Jimmy O'Phelan's face and missed." Tara thought Gemma was about to end the call when the older woman added something else, "Listen, he's not gonna be in a good state when you show up. Fiona Larkin was in a car crash with their daughter...neither of them made it out alive. He's not just in physical pain so be gentle with him."

Tara was shocked by what Gemma had said. She'd only met the Irish woman once, but somehow she'd never expected that the woman Gemma feared would be taken out by something as mundane as a single car crash. As for Chibs, she knew the blow couldn't have came at a worse time in the older biker's life.

"I'll be there as soon as possible."

By now Margaret Murphy had came out of the room and was standing behind her.

"There's an emergency with the club, I need to leave now."

Margaret nodded sympathetically. "I can watch Abel and Thomas for you."

Tara briefly considered the other woman's offer, "Thank you, but it's late, I'll drop them off with Lyla on the way to the shop."

xxx

Half an hour later after making sure her sons were safe with Lyla, Tara arrived at the ice cream shop.

"He's in the booth in the back." Gemma pointed towards the booth where Chibs was sitting with Juice, the older man looked utterly broken, stopping with his healthy hand to frequently take sips from a glass of whiskey in front of him. The bottle sat nearby on the table. As she approached, Juice stood up to meet her, but Chibs' eyes remained downcast.

"He's kind of in a bad way." Juice whispered glancing at the other man.

"Gemma told me already. It's understandable that he wouldn't handle it well."

"Look Doc, I might be the drunk widower with the broken hand but I can tell when I'm being talked about."

Both Juice and Tara turned back to Chibs apologetically.

"Let me look at your hand," Tara instructed sliding into the booth where Juice had sat. Then turning to Juice she added "He needs more ice to keep the swelling down."

After Juice rushed away Tara slowly began to unwrap the bandage on Chibs hand. "It doesn't look as bad as Gemma described. We should do some x-rays, but it might not be broken."

"No x-rays." Chibs responded gruffly.

"Are you sure. It might help figure out if it's actually broken or only fractured."

"I said no x-rays! You already know I don't have health insurance." he seemed to become extremely angry before deflating "I'm sorry, Doc."

"You've been through a lot today Chibs. You have no reason to apologize to me."

Tara gently probed his hand trying to gauge exactly what felt swollen and the biker growled "Jesus Christ."

"It doesn't feel broken, just badly bruised." Tara responded.

At the front of the shop, the ringing of the bell signaled the opening of the door.

Tara ignored the noise, assuming it was a club member or Unser arriving.

However, at the front Gemma spoke "We're closed sweetheart..." there was a pause then the older woman's tone of voice changed "Jesus Christ...you're not supposed to be here."

At the fear in the older woman's voice Tara couldn't help but turn around ignoring Chibs for a second.

At the counter, a few feet away Rat Boy added loud enough for the entire shop to hear "That can't be who I think it is."

Behind her, Chibs began drunkenly doing the Hail Mary.