"So you're too much of a coward to come after me until I'm lying in a hospital bed?" Gemma snorted as the figure entering her room became clear. "Your ex-wife isn't gonna be here to ensure your safety this time."
If Gemma's comment had rattled Jimmy O'Phelan, he didn't let it show. Instead, he paused to close the door and pull down the blinds on the window before making his way over to her bed, smiling the whole time.
Feeling nervous, Gemma tried again "you can't kill me in a fully staffed hospital and walk out of here alive."
"The thing is, I had an encounter with the hospital administrator, and I don't think she really cares that much whether you live or die. She seems to think you had something to do with what happened to Jax's old lady." Jimmy paused for a moment before continuing, taking in the tension and fear he'd created in the trapped woman. "Now that's not why you're going to die today, but I don't think anybody's going to come to your rescue."
There was no possible way out, and Gemma was beginning to realize this. After the heart attack her body was weak and she doubted she'd manage to get far even if she managed to subdue Jimmy somehow. In a last attempt at safety, she started to reach for the panic button only to have Jimmy grab her wrist and pull it sharply away from freedom.
The button had been her last opportunity, and now that it was denied the sense of what was about to happen became clear.
"I don't think you're going to want to try that again," Jimmy said with a smirk.
"What...what are you going to do to me?!" Gemma tried to pull away from him without any success.
Instead of answering her, Jimmy took the pulse monitor off of her finger and placed it on his own before patting her on the shoulder "hey, it's all going to be over soon."
xxx
The moment she had the concrete evidence that Gemma and Jax had been behind the attack on Tara, Jarry had released her original suspects before placing an APB placed for Jax and headed back to the hospital to arrest Gemma. It wasn't that the older woman would be going anywhere. In fact, after the toll the heart attack had taken on her body, she might not even survive long enough to get a trial, but an arrest would mean that as soon as she was stable she could be transferred to the hospital ward of a prison where she would live out her last few months stripped of the power she'd once exuded over others.
The thought of putting the woman who had nearly taken Tara Knowles's life behind bars for good was what almost put an unnatural spring in her step as she entered St. Thomas. Instead of waiting for the hospital administrator to direct her to Gemma's room, she found her own way.
Upon entering the room, she was greeted with a sight that immediately made her draw her gun. The man on top of Gemma was too engrossed in his task to notice her immediately.
"Drop the pillow and put your hands where I can see them!"
Although he seemed like he was about to comply the man turned around with a smirk. "How many men did you let bend you over a squad car before they promoted you to sheriff?"
Jarry was almost taken off guard by his cocky perverted manner, but before she could find a way to respond a male officer who had to be at least 6'5" appeared in the doorway behind her. "I think you're going to want to do exactly what the sheriff asks."
For a moment the suspect continued to look cocky, but a form of resignation appeared in his eyes and he allowed the officer to cuff him as Jarry walked over to the bed and removed the pillow from Gemma Teller's face.
"Hopefully we'll have better luck bringing the son in."
xxx
The following night was a sleepless one. Jimmy O'Phelan had been taken by ominous men in suits before Jarry even had a chance to process him. Despite his role in the carnage of Charming, he was an international terrorist first and foremost and it was a losing battle arguing with the government. Gemma Teller, like so many others associated with SAMCRO had went to the morgue, however, as there was little urgency in catching her killer she had not demanded the attention she got in life and had spent the night in a drawer before one of Reaser's technicians began her autopsy the next morning.
Reaser on the other hand, had spent the morning, like Jarry, at a new crime scene. In the predawn hours, two motorcycle cops had spotted Jax Teller. As if he wanted to be found, the young man had ridden to the spot where years earlier John Teller had lost his life. The motive for what happened next was open to speculation, but in the end both cops were dead and Jax Teller's blood and brain mattered was painted over the memorial to his deceased father in a way that was almost poetic.
I do have an Epilogue chapter planned (that takes place five years after the main story and mainly focuses on what happened to Tara, Fiona, Chibs and Kerrianne), but this is the final chapter of the actual Old Ghosts storyline so I expect at least a few reviews. I get that the ending might have been sort of choppy, but it's hard to write when you're mentally picturing it all as an SOA style montage with some song over it. Also, not obligatory, but feel free to ask me who face claims for various OCs were if you're interested on how to picture them, because why not?
