"God, I missed this," Dana said, stretching out on the roof top and burping out loud. Opie winced at the sound and then laughed. "You don't change do you?"He asked, passing her a beer. She took it and glanced up at the moonlight, smiling. "When was the last time we did this? I remember when we used to put a movie on and let the kids fall asleep on the couch, while we just drank ourselves stupid up here," she replied, lighting a cigarette. Opie chuckled and finished off his beer.

"Ah… last time we officially talked and drank ourselves into oblivion on the top of my house was the night you turned yourself in. And if I remember correctly, Donna always used to be pissed because we would crawl in through the window like a bunch of horses, drunk as shit and wake her up," he replied, nodding softly. Dana looked over to him and smiled, sadly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there Op. You know that if I could've, I would've been by your side the entire time," she said.

He nodded, taking in a deep breath. "There was nothing any of us could do, D. What's done is done, there's no point reliving the moment by contemplating on the what ifs." She nodded, finishing off her beer. "Well if you ever need any one to take the kids off your hands for anything, give me a call. I'm sure there's been plenty of times when I've dropped Lilah off to go party with the guys. Plus, I'm the proud owner of an empty house. Anything to disrupt the silence before I go fucking insane," she said.

"How are things going between you, Lilah and Tyler?" Dana laughed. "They're not going anywhere. Lilah and me are good for now. We try to spend at least a couple of hours or so together every day. Tyler isn't budging. He's neither divorcing me nor letting me back into the house," she replied.

"How are you really dealing with the change? I didn't think it was fair of him to ask you to hit the road fresh out," Opie said. She shrugged. "Honestly. I don't feel any type of way about it. It's neither bad nor good. It feels just right. Only thing is, the silence is deafening. I'm so used to having so many people around me that I'm scared in the house all by myself," she replied, laughing lightly.

"Maybe me and the kids will drop by. Tyler can drop Lilah off. Fire the grill up. Pop a movie in. Climb on to the roof. Get obliterated. Make a sleep over out of it," he said, handing her another beer. "Definitely. Negative on the beer. We got that charter meeting in an hour. I have to go drop Lilah off at Tyler's mother on time or the lectures will never stop." She stood up on the roof, brushing the dirt off of her pants. Opie followed suit and the two stood in front of each other. "Thanks for this, Op. Today wasn't such a good day for me. Maybe the night will turn around," she said, opening her arms up for a hug.

Opie stepped towards her and wrapped his arms around her. It felt…. Good. Right. But as fast as it had started, it was over. Before he knew it, Dana was disappearing through his bedroom window and he was stuck on the roof, but he wasn't alone. He glanced down at his crotch and sighed.

"No guarantees."

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"Any comments?" Clay asked, waving his gavel around the room. His eyes rested on Dana as he silently wished she would say something. This was a test for her. Specifically for her. It was a run into Nevada, the first after the patch over with the Devil's Tribe. The risk was high and he needed his best people on it. He needed Dana. She was back; he just wanted to make sure she was back 100%. He wanted to make sure that she was capable and able.

"I'm down," Dana said, tapping the end of her cigarette to get rid of the ash buildup. Clay glanced around the faces in the room and nodded his head in approval. Several voices rang out after her and he didn't really care. He already knew who was going, he just needed to make sure she would come to the conclusion that she was going without having to include anyone else. "I think that Dana should sit this one out. This is a big job and I don't want to go out there and get into trouble. What's to say that she won't freeze up and risk one of our lives," Tyler said.

Dana's head flipped towards him and she scowled. "Fuck you, Tyler. Trust me, if there's any one that needs to worry about their backs being covered now it's you, because after a comment like that I should be the one putting the bullet in the back of your head," she replied. Clay slammed his hands down on the table, wincing on the inside. "Like you said, Tyler. It's a big job and I need my best people on it. Jax, Tig, Chibs, Tyler and Dana. We leave tomorrow morning. Everyone else should be here to expect the next shipment of guns," he said.

Before Tyler could open his mouth to protest, Clay slammed his gavel down and ended the meeting. "You two, stay. The rest of you, out!" He yelled, glaring at Tyler and Dana. When the room was empty except for the three of them, Tyler and Dana began to shout at each other at the same time. Clay raised his hands and shook his head. "It's like dealing with a bunch of fucking third graders," he muttered, standing up from the table and facing both of them.

"I need you two, to get over this shit. When it comes to club business you are not husband and wife. You are members. Do you understand? Leave your personal bullshit out of the fucking chapel!" He yelled at them. "Now. Fucking discuss this amongst yourselves and I don't ever want to have another outburst in the chapel like that. If you want to kill yourselves, go home and do it. Don't bring that drama here."

Tyler and Dana watched as Clay exited the chapel, slamming the door shut after him. "You just got released from prison. You need to take a break and start off slow, not jumping in head first. And plus, when was the last time you rode you're bike? It probably doesn't even turn on anymore," Tyler said. Dana resisted the urge to pummel his face in and took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Get over it, Tyler. Yeah, I was in prison but it's a little too late to start trying to protect me and what not. And I know you, Tyler. You love your bike more than you ever loved me and knowing that, I know that you would never let my bike get a speck of dirt on it, let alone rusty. I'm riding tomorrow. We can either work together or I can put that bullet in the back of your head as I promised," she said, a smile on her face.

"No guarantees."

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"I'm gonna head back to my place since you have to get up early tomorrow. Be safe, Jax. I love you," Tara said, kissing Jax. "Love you too," he replied, wrapping his arms around her. Dana felt the dinner Opie made her, start to resurface as she watched the scene in front of her. "Disgusting," Gemma whispered, taking a pull from her cigarette. "Watch this," Dana replied, as the couple parted and Jax walked away.

Dana walked over to Tara, a smile on her face. "Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure to take care of him, Tara. All night long," she said, emphasizing the last part. Tara rolled her eyes and stomped off towards the door. Dana stared after her, laughing to herself. Gemma appeared by her side, placing a hand on her shoulder. "When are you gonna put the poor girl out of her misery? I'm tired of Jax hounding me about every little thing we say to that one," she said.

Dana shrugged. "Well I am gonna make sure she gets into her car alright," Gemma said, walking towards the door. Dana knew that if Gemma had her way, she wouldn't make it anywhere alright. If she could, Gemma would beat the shit out Tara and leave her body by the car. Dana laughed at that idea; the thought of hurting Tara entertained her. She turned towards the bar and motioned to Tig for a shot. She would try to make the most out of this trip. No Tara, no Gemma. Just one female voice in all his head. Hers.

But then again, there were no guarantees.