A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews, follows and favorites. It is so encouraging. This chapter picks up during season 2, and pretty much follows the episode 'Balm', hence the title.

2009

She was sitting in the stuffy office of the surplus store, mindlessly tapping a pen and not paying attention while Jimmy and Cameron discussed business. California was much more boring than she expected, especially since she was rarely allowed to roam.

"Will you cut out that racket and pay attention, child?" She turned to glare at Jimmy, but was cut short from responding by a gun shot. They all jumped to their feet, and Cameron grabbed a shot gun and ran to see what was going on.

She heard the Scottish brogue from the front counter. "Explain to me why you mick bastards are selling guns to the piece of shit that blew me up?"

"Christ man. The Feds were all over you guys. What was I supposed to do?" Eddy replied.

"That's not the answer I'm looking for."

A shotgun clicked, followed by Cameron's voice. "Let him go, Chibs. Put the gun down. Down!"

Luke, Jimmy and D'Arcy entered the main floor of the store. "Careful, brother. You'll pop your sutures." Jimmy approached Chibs. "You've every right to blow his head off. Things went sideways when McKeavy died. I should've been stateside to handle that transition."

Chibs was staring Jimmy down, the hate obvious on his face, despite the pair of dark sunglasses obscuring his eyes. He pushed the sunglasses up off his face. "Well, it's too late. The sons have got a new pipeline."

He looked away from Jimmy and caught D'Arcy's eye as Jimmy replied, coldly, "No. They don't." D'Arcy stared back at him, her face deadpan, giving him no sign if she recognized or remember him.

The chim above the door jingled and a third biker joined the group. Cameron aimed the shotgun at him and he raised his own weapon. "Enough. Enough!" Jimmy ordered, looking to Cameron.

"How are you, Jackson?" Jimmy greeted the newcomer.

"Been better Jimmy. Chibs, come on, let's get out of here." Chibs glared at Jimmy, before turning to D'Arcy again, hoping for some reaction. Getting none, he turned to leave.

Eddy sighed deeply. "Jesus Christ."

"I think you've been stateside too long, Eddy. Shaking like a leaf from that little confrontation?" D'Arcy mocked him, trying to ignore the stare down she was getting from Jimmy.

"What? You don't get a little shaken up when someone takes a shot at you?" She just shrugged. Jimmy cleared his throat and nodded back towards the office.

Across the street, the Feds sat listening in. "Who's the girl?" Agent June Stahl asked. One of the other agents rustled through a stack of files, before finding what he was looking for. "D'Arcy Kavanagh. She is a known associate of O'Phelan's. Few minor mischief and obstruction charges. Business women, from what I can see. She is here legally, apparently to negotiate import contracts for one of her companies. Suspected IRA."

"How does she fit in here?" Stahl asked. She snatched the file from the other agent. "Son of a…." She had flipped to a copy of her birth certificate.

D'Arcy tossed her keys to Luke, who was standing outside the door to the bar. "It safe to go in there?" He nodded. "Good. Get the crate out of the boot, will ya?"

She strode into the bar, looking for Jimmy. Instead, she found Chibs. "D'Arcy?" He questioned.

"Aye. That's me." was her response.

"You remember me?" He asked.

"Yeah. You're Filip, Kerrianne's da." She slid into the booth across from him. "This Jimmy's?" She asked, pointing to the half full shot glass. He nodded, and she drained the rest of the shot. "Why were you eyeing me up the other day? At the surplus shop?"

"Why are you here?" He asked.

"Setting up some distribution deals." She answered.

"You're running guns with Jimmy now?" She didn't answer, just poured another shot. Luke came in and dropped the crate on the counter, Jimmy following behind.

"Ah, Filip, you're still here. You've met D'Arcy before, aye?" Jimmy said, sliding into the booth next to her.

Seeing them side by side was remarkable. Their eyes held the same coldness, their mouths, the same smirk. Filip felt himself getting uncomfortable as Luke leaned in to whisper to Jimmy. He did a double take as D'Arcy winked at him.

"We need to get going, love. You alright here by yourself?" Jimmy asked her, looking at Chibs.

"Aye I'll be fine. I got my tax stamps today, need to put the new labels on the bottles. Then I'm going to head out and do some networking."

"Be careful." He hugged her and kissed her cheek, before leaving. Filip stood to follow them out, but D'Arcy put a hand on his chest, stopping him. She handed him a business card.

"I'm here on my own business, expanding my liquor distribution. Give me a call sometime, if you're interested." He met her eye, trying to read her. The moment was interrupted by the door opening and two agents in suits entering the bar.

"Well, this is interesting." The tall blonde female stated. "Chibs." She nodded to him in recognition, and the other agent escorted him out.

"Can I help you?" D'Arcy asked. "Agent June Stahl. ATF." She flashed her badge. She stepped over to the counter, examining the bottles.

"I just got my tax stamps today, I have all new labels to make them legal for sale here. I have all my paperwork."

"Do you know the limits to a visa waiver for business?" Stahl asked.

"Isn't that INS business?" D'Arcy replied assertively.

Stahl looked her over. "Is cockiness an Irish trait? I need you to come down to the station."

"What for?" Stahl didn't answer, just nodded to her partner, who came over to frisk D'Arcy. He removed her gun from the small of her back. "Illegal possession of a firearm, for starters. Come on, or I'll walk you out of here in handcuffs."

"So, your Daddy is kind of a big deal." Stahl said, matter of fact. "And you are pretty interesting yourself. Born in Donegal, Republic of Ireland, in 1987, to Siobhan Kavanagh and James O'Phelan. Multiple juvenile arrests, assaults, arson, attempted murder, membership of a known terrorist organization. It's on your record that you were a member of SFRY, and possibly INLA. So what are you doing running with the IRA now?"

"All that is in my past, and most of those charges have been dropped."

"Right. They were dropped, because you turned rat. You get released from prison, and immediately move across the country to Belfast. Just a few days after your release, 5 INLA members were found murdered, including Michael Slevin. That name sound familiar to you?" D'Arcy didn't respond. "Let me remind you."

Stahl placed a copy of an engagement announcement in front of her. "That's you, isn't it? The police report says that 4 of the men were shot, but Michael was stabbed multiple times, in the heart and stomach. That sounds a little personal to me. What did he do to you? Did he betray you? Turn you in to rot in a prison cell so he could remain free? I could understand the rage you may have felt."

"You dragged me in here about some murders that happened 4 years in another country? I've already been questioned about that, my alibi checked out. What is this really about?"

"What is your relation to the Sons of Anarchy?" D'Arcy cocked an eyebrow at Stahl. "Come on, I saw how close you were to Telford. That is juicy."

"I was giving him my business card so he could get in touch with me about purchasing some whiskey. I know how you Fed's work. You're just going to twist whatever you see into whatever you want it to be. Now, if you're going to charge me with anything, do it. Otherwise, I'd appreciate if you could call me a cab so I can get back to work."