Dana entered the bar, her jeans riding low on her hips. They were baggy in the back, nothing special. Just how she liked them. Not too tight, not too loose. Loose enough to climb over things, tight enough to still be considered women's jeans. As usual, she wore a white wifebeater that rode high on her stomach. For some reason it always found it's way there. Right at her belly button. Her tattoos that ran from her hips up, always crawling out to greet you. Her rings. Her leather cuffs. Her cut. No makeup. Nothing special. But when she walked into that bar, he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing on the earth, let alone Charming, California. Like she was something special. He looked right into her soul and sent shivers into her body. And for that split second, she almost tripped over herself, because she knew that she was looking back at him in the same way- with her heart on her sleeve. And those old feelings were coming back to haunt her. Something special.

"I didn't want him to drive home in this condition," the bartender said, motioning to the back of the bar. Dana nodded to the bartender, laying some money on the counter as a thanks. She slid into the booth he was in and sat down next to him. He took a swig of his whiskey. On the rocks. How he loved it. These were the little things she knew about him that drove her crazy. The little things she couldn't get out of her mind. The little special things. "What are you doing to yourself, Tyler?" She whispered, caressing one of his cheeks. Tears slipped out of his eyes as he clenched them shut, burning her touch in the back of his mind.

"Don't do that," he said, pulling away from his touch. She pulled her hand back and sighed, sitting back in the booth. "What are you doing here?" He asked, taking another swig. "Bret called me. Didn't want you to drive home and since he knew you wouldn't give up your keys without a fight, he had no other choice," she replied. Tyler cleared his throat and wiped the tears from his face. "I figured I'd come here and forget all about you," he said, sitting up in the booth.

"That'll be tough to do," she said, reaching over and placing her hand on his shoulder. "Remember this?" She asked, placing her finger over the bullet hole scar he had on his right shoulder. He chuckled, reaching over and placing a hand on her thigh. "We took bullets for each other, Ty. We had a home. A life together and we have a daughter. We will never forget each other. Never," she said. Ty nodded, knowing that she was right. They would be permanent fixtures in each others lives whether they liked it or not.

"Where did we go wrong?" He asked, knowing that the answer was deeper than his infidelities. Dana shrugged. "We were young, Ty. We didn't know what we were doing. We got pregnant and then married. We thought we could make it work. Then when it didn't, we figured it was too late to go back and got stuck with the familiar bullshit we knew. And now we're here," she said, picking up his drink and taking a swig of it. He laughed and ran a hand over his face. "I love you, you know that right? I didn't mean for things to get this fucked up," he said.

And at that moment, she felt like coming clean. She felt like telling him about Jax. About everything. She felt like it. But when she opened her mouth, the words wouldn't come out. It felt like it was physically impossible for her to break up that friendship, destroy the club and mutter those words. I slept with Jax. She kept repeating them in her head and nothing came out. She was silent as Tyler placed his hands on both sides of her face and brought them closer. She kept repeating in her head as he kissed her and told her that he loved her. She kept repeating.

Dana pulled away, breathless. "Tyler, don't do this. You'll regret it in the morning. Come on, I'll drive you home. If you want, we can talk tomorrow morning about everything," she said, hoping that by tomorrow she would be able to come up with a way to own up to her mistakes. Maybe tell him she cheated but not say who. Some how, she needed to be clean once again.

Tyler followed her out of the bar and into her truck. She promised to pick his bike up from the bar tomorrow as long as he didn't throw up in her truck. As she pulled on to his street, Tyler began to cry softly in the front passenger seat. Dana looked back and forth between him and the street, not sure what to do. "What's wrong?" She asked, surprised that he was so forth coming with his emotions. Usually he was a brick wall when it came to showing any feelings. Something special.

"The lawyer is serving you with your divorce papers tomorrow afternoon," he mumbled, opening the door as soon as Dana pulled up to his house. She shifted into park and jumped out of the truck, following him into the house. Tyler stomped his way upstairs into what used to be their bedroom and began to remove his clothes. "Come on, Tyler. We were barely anything that could be considered marital before I got locked up. It was just a technicality. You should be jumping for joy that we're getting a divorce," she said, helping him take his shirt off.

Tyler grunted and climbed into the bed. "How can you say that? Like as if our marriage wasn't worth a fucking thing to you! I know I fucked up, but at least I'm showing some God damn emotion right now. You're just a cold hearted bitch," he said. Dana walked over to him and punched him in the chest. "You want some damn emotion? I spent years crying over you! I'm done right about now. So don't blame me for being all cried out, you big fucking baby!" She yelled, punching him once again.

She walked away, stopping in front of the door and looking back at him. She watched as he stared back at her and she felt sad. Sad that tomorrow she would finally be free. Sad that he was finally feeling something for her. She was just sad. But then again, she was feeling something. Something special.

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Dana sighed as she finished hot gluing the party favor together. Some sort of torture that Gemma had designed for her. But if that wasn't bad enough, she had invited Tara to help. Dana grinded her teeth as she thought up of the many ways that she could make Tara suffer with the help of her hot glue gun. "You look very nice today," Tara said, trying to fill the deafening silence that had taken over Gemma's house.

Dana looked down at the black SOA halter top she was wearing and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm expecting a very important delivery today," she muttered. "What did you order? A special dress for tomorrow night?" Gemma said, walking in from the kitchen with lemonade for the girls. Dana scoffed and reached for a glass. "I wish. I'm getting served with divorce papers today. YAY!" She said, her voice full of sarcasm.

"Ouch," Gemma said, handing Tara her glass. "If it's one thing that everyone needs to know about being involved with a son, is that nothing will be easy and that everything will be full of drama," she continued to say, sitting down at the table and reaching for an incomplete party favor. "Tell me about, it's been hell the last couple of weeks, nothing but bullshit," Dana said, taking a sip of her drink. "I haven't had any problems with Jax," Tara said, giving them her two cents.

Gemma leaned back in her chair and watched Dana for any signs of violence. Dana cocked an eyebrow and grinned at the stupid woman in front of her. She knew that she had to spark the fire between those two. "Well that's good. I think you may have gotten the only son that isn't an ass," she said, finishing her work on the party favor. Dana scoffed, playing with her hot glue gun."Oh please, only reason Jax hasn't kicked her to curb for being on his ass is because she hasn't been smart enough to start checking up on him," she said.

Tara put her hot glue gun down and stared dead straight at her. "Oh, please. Jax isn't like other crows that can't keep their dicks in their pants. And I'm not like their deadbeat girls that can't keep a man pleased," she replied, a smirk on her face. Dana stood up and in one swift move she was up in Tara's face, grabbing her by her hair.

"See you seem to have forgotten your manners. I've let you get away with shit for so long but you're speaking to a crow. Now that may not mean nothing to you, but you treat me like I'm the mother fucking queen around here, because it's the respect that I earned and deserved. Next time I need to remind you of who I am, I'll take you out back and show you like the whore you are," she barked, releasing her hold on Tara and walking away.

Dana picked up her cut and slid into it. "Gemma, if you need anything else from me, please call me and let me know. Other than that, I believe I'm done here," she said, heading towards the front door. Seconds later, the sounds of her car turning on and backing out of the driveway were heard. Gemma shook her head and looked over at Tara. "You can't talk to her like that. She's a member of SOA whether you like her or not. The guys won't kick your ass, but she will Tara. You need to be careful of what you say to her. It can come back to bite you in the ass," she said.

Tara shook her head and shrugged. "I'm not scared of that bitch, Gemma. I've taken her on before and if need be, I'll do it again," she said, returning back to the party favor she was currently working on. Gemma shook her head and laughed to herself. Perfect, she said to herself. This was going perfect. Her formal would be perfect, but when she tells Dana what Tara just said, it will become special. Special to her at least. Oh well. At least she'll get rid of Tara for her.

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The crew sat around the bar, drinking beers and chatting about what they were wearing to the formal. Tyler had managed to survive the night and joined them in discussing the tacky formal clothes they used to wear when they went to prom. Some of them even had pictures of their prom night. "Dude, I loved Juice's lavender tuxedo. Classic," Dana said, as she popped the top off her beer bottle and took a swig.

The bar door opened and a man stuck his head in, looking at his clipboard. "Bar is closed," Half-Sack said, while wiping down the counter. "I'm looking for a Dana Wilson," the man, stepping inside the bar. The boys turned and looked at the man, weary of him. "I'm Dana. What's it to you?" She asked, standing up from her perch on the pool table and putting her beer bottle down. "You've been served," the man said, walking over towards her and handing her the envelope.

Dana opened the envelope and shook her head. "Nice, Tyler," she said, placing the papers back in the envelope and waving it around in the air. "Couldn't have picked a better place," she said, shaking her head. The guys stayed quiet, not quite sure what to say or do in this situation. Dana chugged what was left of her beer and walked out of the bar. She hopped in her truck and drove off, no destination in mind.

The guys stared at Tyler and shook their heads. "You're such an asshole, Ty. You couldn't have dropped them at her house? Poor girl is probably humiliated," Chibs said. Tig laughed and took a pull on his cigarette. "Yeah, right. She's far from humiliated. I wouldn't be surprised if the police find you tomorrow morning with a bullet in between the eyes," he said, cackling at the thought.

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Jax knocked on her front door and waited for the sounds of footsteps to approach. He didn't hear any and worried. Her truck was in the driveway. She had to be home. He needed to see her. He needed to speak to her. He needed to know if it was true. He knocked harder and yelled out her name, hoping she was home. "What is it?" He heard her yell from inside, seconds before the door swung open and she greeted him half naked. Dana was dressed, better yet- barely dressed, in a black sports bra and a pair of black booty shorts.

She stepped aside and let him in the house, wondering what the hell he was doing there. Jax glanced down at her bare feet, smiling at them. "I always loved that about you. You'll never paint your fingernails but you always do your toenails," he said. Dana chuckled. It was the little things. They were what made things specials. "You always did notice whenever I changed them," she replied, walking over to the couch and leaning on the arm.

She suddenly felt slightly naked in front of him as his eyes raked over her body. "Is it true that the divorce is final?" He asked, getting straight to the point. "Well. I have to sign. Then he has to sign. Then the lawyers do their thing. Why? What's it to you?" She asked, her curiosity sparked.

And then he did that thing he always did. He pushed his hair behind his ear. That alone sent shivers through her body. He smiled at her. She smiled at him. Jax took his cut off and placed it next to her, a shit eating grin on his face. "You never did give me the grand tour," he said, as he made his way towards the stairs. Dana drank him in. His swag. The way he walked. So sexy. So special.

Before she knew it, he had disappeared upstairs and his shirt was laying on the end of the banister. She sighed and giggled to herself. Dana breathed deeply and tried to collect herself before she went upstairs and made a complete fool of her existence.

She had to make this special.