A/N Here's chapter 8 and it's again in 3rd person pov. Thanks.

He's ATF." Opie said.

Jax dropped the phone. All coherent thought left his mind.

"Jax. Jackie Boy. What's going on?" Chibs picked the phone up. "Op, you there? Ello?"

"Yeah Chibs, I'm here. Jax alright?" Opie was concerned. "He just got a lot of information."

"I'll take care of it Op. See ya soon, brotha." Chibs closed the phone and turned back to Jax. "Hey, you ready? I need to know what's going on, but time is of the essence youngin." Chibs mounted his motorcycle and patiently waited for Jax to come to his senses. Chibs only had to wait about 5 minutes and Jax was on his bike, leading the way.

They went to a car rental service and picked up a van. They had left in such a hurry, they didn't think about transporting Gemma back to Charming. They got a full size utility van that they could easily put their bikes in. It would be less conspicuous riding up in a van than two loud Harleys.

It was another 15 minutes to Gemma's parents' house. Chibs offered to drive. Jax could barely sit still, let alone drive right now.

When they arrived, Jax went through the front and Chibs went to guard the back exit. Jax knocked on the front door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Jax heard from the other wide of the door.

"Yes. Can I help you? "A young Hispanic woman asked when she swung the door open. Jax thought for a moment that he had the wrong house, but asked anyways.

"Yeah. I'm here to surprise my mother. Gemma Teller? She was coming to visit her parents, my grandparents. I'm Jackson Teller."

A smile lit her face. "That's sweet. She's in the kitchen." The woman pointed behind her. Jax took a deep breath and walked through the threshold of the next step of his plan.

He peered around the kitchen and saw his mother sitting at the table smoking. He moved his whole body into the doorway and waited. He wasn't sure what he was waiting for. For Gemma to see him thus giving her the chance to run? He needed to talk to her more than ever, but he couldn't hold back the intense hate that coursed through him when he thought about what this woman had done to Tara. He pulled out his gun and turned off the safety. Gemma must have heard the click because at that moment, she looked up into Jax's steely blue eyes. Gemma made a move to stand up and Jax raised his gun. Gemma scoffed.

"You gonna shoot me Jackson?" Her voice was steady until she spoke her son's name.

"I might. You don't know what I'm capable of. I am your son after all." Gemma's eyes widened at that.

Gemma began to take calculated steps to the side and Jax let her move towards the doorway.

"Is everything okay in here?" The young woman who answered the door asked.

At the same moment that Jax hid his weapon, Gemma took off out back.

"Excuse me," Jax said and took off after her.

He got to the back in time to see Gemma wrestling to get out of Chibs' hold.

"Calm down Gem. I ain't gonna hurt you. If you keep, you'll hurt yourself though." Gemma huffed, but stilled. Chibs gave a knowing look to Jax. He nodded his head at his Scottish brother.

"Alright, move it." Chibs told Gemma.

"Where are you taking me?"

"To Charming. Where you belong. We have a lot to catch up on on the way." Jax was surprised at the biting tone Chibs had with Gemma. Jax wasn't the only one who noticed.

"I expected if I was found, it'd be by Jax and Op. Not you Philip." Gemma was trying to lay the nostalgia on thick with Chibs.

"Oh don't start the Philip shit with me Gem. And no one fucks with the club and gets away with it. Not even the ear old matriarch. You should know this. We've gotten revenge on things much less serious than this." Chibs was in a rare Gemma hating mood today.

They were to the van and Gemma was in the back seat between Jax and Chibs seats when she asked the proverbial question.

"And what exactly is it you think I did? What did that little bitch say?"

Jax turned from the passenger seat and slapped his mother hard across the face. Gemma looked up at him stunned. She clutched the side of her face and tears pooled in her eyes.

"Jackson," she whispered, clearly shocked by his actions.

"You know what? I'll tell you. I'll tell you what you 'supposedly' did if you answer me one question. Did you force Tara out of Charming 10 years ago?" his breathing was even, but his voice was angry. Gemma narrowed her eyes at her son when she spoke.

"Yeah, I did. Is that what you want to hear? I did what I had to do to protect you Jax. I could see what was happening with you! You would have married that girl and the plans I had for you would have been ruined!" She yelled at him

"YOUR plans for me?! Are you fucking serious? What about my plans, huh? You love me so much, but you set all this in motion. And the consequences are not pretty, Gemma. There are MANY things you need to answer for. Right now, we want to know why you wanted Tara killed and what deal you made with her psychotic fucking ex."

All the blood left Gemma's face.

"Shit."

-FTTTF-

Hospital

Opie was still coming to terms with what all he'd heard, and Happy was sitting quietly next to him.

"Should we talk to the rest of the guys?"

"No, I think we should wait for our VP before we do that. I don't know how they'll react, but Jax should be here. But call Tig, get him here." Opie was cut off by his cell phone ringing. It was Donna.

"Donna, sorry. Happy and I—" but he didn't finish.

"Op. I'm in the bathroom. There's some guy here in Tara's room and she's freaking out." Opie didn't need to hear more. He took off running for Tara's room and Happy followed close behind.

When they got to the room, Donna was again sitting diligently by Tara's side. When the attention was drawn to them, all three people turned to the doorway. Luckily Opie caught the look on Tara's face and her shake of the head. Opie knew by the fear on Tara's face, that this was the man who would be dying for what he did. But he didn't need to know that, not quite yet.

"Ah, SAMCRO. I figured you'd join soon enough. Where's your VP?" he shuffled some papers in his hands. "Jackson Teller?"

"He's out on business. Wanna leave a message?" Opie asked sarcastically.

"Oh, how nice. You must be his bitch. Opie Winston?" Opie stiffened

"Yeah, but I have a feeling I'll be replaced real soon." Happy laughed from beside Opie.

"Funny" the other guy deadpanned.

"Well, I'll be around. Oh, I'm Agent Kohn. ATF." He added almost as an afterthought. Tara began to tremble.

"Get well soon Ms. Knowles. I think you're going to be a great asset to me soon." Opie's hand twitched towards his gun, but Happy stopped him. After Kohn had left, Happy spoke up.

"I'm all for the Mayhem brother. And I think the time is always right, but this sure as shit ain't the place."

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Thanks man."

"I'm going to call Tig. You should call Jax, get an update."

Opie turned back to the women and immediately went to their side.

"Are you okay Tara?"

"I can't do this anymore, Op. I can't…I can't be in constant fear. I'm exhausted. I don't want to do this anymore. Please, help me." Tara was inconsolable and Opie didn't have any other option but to call Jax.

'Please answer your phone.' Opie thought over and over until Jax finally picked up.

"What's up Op? Now's not the best time."

"It's Tara." Opie wasn't able to finish his sentence before Jax cut him off.

"What happened? Is she okay?"

"You'll have to talk to her brother. There's more to it then I could say." Opie handed Tara the phone, who took it immediately.

"Jax?" Tara asked hopefully. Her voice still thick with the emotion she was feeling.

"Yeah, babe. It's me. What's going on?"

"He came here Jax. He came here and acted as though nothing happened. Jax, I don't want to do this anymore. I need you." Tara's words were getting jumbled in her head. From the other side of the phone, Tara heard Jax punch something.

"He came there? To your room? Where the fuck was Op?"

"Don't blame him Jax. He was here. But Josh can't know you know. He said if I mentioned his name or implicated him in any way, he'd do what Gemma asked him to and he'd kill me. Please Jax, don't let them kill me."

"Trust me. That won't happen. Anything at all happens to you again, and they both die. No questions asked. I have one here with me now, and it won't be long before the other meets his fate. I'll be home in 4 hours. Put Op back on. I love you, Tara." Tara could tell from his voice how he meant those words.

"I love you too, Jax." Tara managed a small smile as she handed the phone off to Opie.

"Jax, I'm sorry. She didn't want me to do anything. I now know why, but the fear stopped me cold at the time. I'm sorry, brother." Jax sighed.

"It's okay, Op. We'll get it straightened out. It concerns me that ATF is digging, but he won't be around much longer. We'll be home in about 4 hours. Have everyone at the clubhouse in 3 hours. Just in case Chibs here gets a lead foot." Chibs hit the accelerator and laughed.

"Don't tell anyone anything. Just say there's new developments and send them there. Have Donna stay with Tara and I'll try to secure the prospect. If the prospect can't, then I'll get Unser in.

"Alright Jax. See ya soon."

"After Jax hung up, the van hung thick with implications he had made. Gemma spoke first.

"Whatever you're planning, you'll never get away with. If Clay knew where you were right now, he'd have your head." She spat. Jax laughed. "He does know where I am. And he has my cut, not head."

"Clay knows you came after me? He would never okay this." she retorted.

"He didn't have a choice. I didn't go just to Clay, I went to the whole club. It went to vote. You know the rest."

"Huh...Son of a bitch. Guess I know where loyalties lie. Chibs, you clearly voted for it."

"Yes ma'am, I did. And I'd do it again."

"Loyalties don't lie with an old lady. Loyalties lie to the club her husband belongs to. You should know that. Clay shuts you out. Something John never did. The club was loyal to John, and you by default. But Clay, Clays burning bridges fast. I don't know how it'll all play out, but loyalty won't be an issue."

A/N Sorry guys...cut this chapter down the middle because I wanted to get it uploaded and I was in the hospital earlier in the week... let me know how you like it!