NOTE: I do NOT own Sons of Anarchy or the characters. The only character I own is Jamie and the prospects that will show up later.

Enjoy :) Quick note: There is an obvious double saying in here, it's meant to be there.

The group of them sat in the Chapel, doors closed without Jax. Jury, Boss, Lorca, Doughtnut, Needles, Quinn and the Rogue River President sat around the table as well. Jamie was almost literally fuming but the boys had forced her to sit down.

"So it's been Tara feeding Jax these ideas?" Jury was attempting to understand the whole situation that had unfolded in Charming over the past few months.

"Mostly," Chibs nodded.

"I found this," Opie set the book cover Jamie knew was Gemma's on the table. He opened it and Jamie sighed heavily.

"You know what it is?" Bobby frowned at her.

"My Dad wrote it, gave a copy to the First 9..except for Clay. It's called The Life and Death of Sam Crow. How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way. It's my Dad's ideas in hindsight of what he wished the club hadn't become, what his original vision for the club was. How he never envisioned the Sons running guns and taking heads. How he saw the Sons as a community of bikers and how he was going to fix it before he died. Jax called it 'real hippy shit' once. After reading it, Jax decided how things should be done but Clay was fighting it. So was I….then he like snapped out of it but I guess he's back to it again…which means Tara must have read it…" Jamie finally looked up at Opie who was actually reading it.

"Yeah," he nodded slowly. "I remember Jax saying he heard a quote he liked. Said how it defined Anarchism as a more peaceful thing..It's right here…" He shook his head, sitting back in the chair.

"Well let's hear it," Doughtnut spoke up as he watched Opie.

Opie looked at him and nodded slowly. "Anarchism stands for liberation of the human mind from the dominion of religion; the liberation of the human body from the dominion of property; liberation from the shackles and restraints of government. It stands from the social order based on the free grouping of individuals…" Opie shook his head with a frown. "He said something before, too. About how an outlaw should be finding a balance between might and what's right. A balance of the passion of the heart and the reason of the mind…"

"My Dad wrote it in that book…" Jamie nodded slowly.

"Even so, if Tara read it she's probably telling Jax to listen to it," Tig shook his head. "She had those letters before and now she's gotta be feeding him some massive bullshit."

"She's a problem," Lorca stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray. "Old Ladies don't hand on their Old Man like she did tonight. She wouldn't let him go! Wouldn't let him talk about club shit. I said something about a Mayan issue and she practically drug him away on a bright pink leash."

"She doesn't know her place," Happy growled.

"Yeah. Well. I think as long as Jamie's wearing that custom cut and sitting at this table, she won't sit in her place," Doughtnut nodded.

Jamie looked at the charter brothers beside her. "Has anyone had a problem with me being in this position? Honestly answer me."

Needles leaned forward onto the table. "Some SAMYORK and SAMPHIL guys did, at first. But after they saw your work and you visited them in your NOMAD months…they quickly changed their minds."

"I haven't heard anyone say shit," Happy shook his head. "I would have beaten their faces in, but they've all liked it cause you're so good at it."

"What about Vegas?" Opie added with a slow nod.

"Love it," Jury nodded. "Had a few guys ask around. Not one member but Jax is against it. And Tara, but she's not a member."

"Technically, neither am I because women can't be in the Sons of Anarchy, we've got vaginas not dicks-" she laughed with her family.

"But," Needles leaned forward now, looking at her. "You've done everything a member can do, you practically have all of the member rights you just don't have the top rocker on your cut."

Jamie took a long drag on her cigarette while she listened to the boys continue to talk. There were a lot of complaints about Tara being laid out at the moment. It was annoying how an entire club could be so against someone's Old Lady. She finally stood, dropping her cut on the table.

"What are you doin'?" Juice snapped, looking up at her as if she were holding a gun to her head.

"Giving Tara what she wants."

"What?"

"No!"

"Put your cut on!"

Jamie pulled her hair from its bun before shaking her head. "For now, I drop the cut. Go NOMAD if I have to even though that patch still reads NOMAD. But, for right now, you guys go out to the party and let everyone know I'm dropping my cut because of this bitch. I wanna see what happens."

Tig stood up, looking at her. "You'll put it back on after? Right kid?"

She stopped at the door and shrugged. "We'll see."

Jamie was hiding in the shadows of the clubhouse, watching as word slowly got around she was done. Some were angry but said it was her choice. The rest…well they were PISSED. For added effect, Jamie grabbed her bag, pushed through the party and went home. Oh, Jax was not going to be happy in the morning.

When morning did come, Jamie made sure she was MIA. She had stayed at Juice's apartment on the couch and was there at the moment. They had put her bike under a tarp and such at her house so it looked like the bike, and Jamie, were gone. Juice had left at about 9:30, it was now five and he wasn't back. Either they were still arguing or still arguing. She putzed around a bit, cleaning, cooking and playing games. Now she was bored. Just before she was going to call one of them, in walked Happy, Bobby, Opie, Juice, Tig, and Chibs. As soon as they were all seated Opie spoke up.

"The club as a whole is pissed off."

"They made sure Jackieboy knew it, too." Chibs nodded. "Even made sure he knew what they thought of Tara."

"It wasn't pretty. Jax is pretty pissed but…"

"He agreed after Jury, Needles, Boss and Doughtnut pointed out a few things." Happy smirked.

"So he agreed to bring me back?"

"And rein Tara in. If it doesn't work, she's gone."

"Wow…"Jamie sighed, shaking her head slowly.

"You don't seem so excited." Bobby watched the girl in front of him closely.

"I am but…I'm still thinking of going back to NOMAD. Just for, ya know, a month or two. Clear my head."

"We need you here now, Jamie. If we start shet up again, we'll need ya help," Chibs was right, she couldn't deny that.

"Kid, you leave we're fucked."

"Tigger-"

"No, don't Tigger me!" Tig sat up in his seat, looking at Jamie. "Kiddo, we need you here. I mean, to some people three killers is a lot to have in one charter but my God you are so necessary for us to get along. You cook for us, look after us, but more importantly you fit in with us. You're like glue to us."

"He's right," Juice nodded slowly."

"Alright," Jamie nodded with a heavy sigh. "First chance I get, though, I'm outta here. Got it?"

There were some grumbled ok's but she was glad they agreed.

"This war is not over," Opie suddenly said. "Jax texted me. Apparently Tara's not happy and he said I am to go find your ass and bring you back to Teller-Morrow. Even if I have to hog tie you and drag you behind my bike…or else.."

"He can co-" Jamie grabbed the prepay that was in her pocket. "What, Jax?"

"Get your ass back to Charming, now. Leave your cut in the clubhouse and get Happy to put his gear together."

"Jax-Bastard!" She shut her phone. "He wants my cut. And Happy to black out my reaper."

"I'm not doing it," Happy shook his head.

"Wait," Juice looked at Jamie. "What if…what if you got another tattoo instead? One that means you can't leave?"

"Juicyboy…you've lost me," Chibs shook his head.

Jamie smiled, they had talked about this a few times.

"Get Happy's crow." Juice said gently.

The boys looked at the two as Happy seemed to think about it for a moment before nodding with a smile.

"Yeah. I'll do it. I'll settle down with this one."

A/N: Hi guys! This is the Sequel to SAMCRO's Daughter. Thank you for reading, favoriting, reviewing, etc!

SAMYORK= SoA New York

SAMPHIL= SoA Philadelphia, PA