I wanted to add a little bit more tension for Jax in this chapter. I think its a little lighter than the show perhaps, but necessary. Of course what the fuck do I know? MKAngelus

OLODL CH6

"'Lo?" Jax grunted into the phone, turning slightly to look at the clock. He could blearily see that the blue numbers were displaying 4:30 AM. Rubbing his eyes with his heel he sat up slightly, the sheet dropping down his taut stomach to his hips.

"Jax?" The voice on the other end said in a whisper.

"Who the fuck is this and what the fuck do you want?" He asked more awake than at first, but still trying to throw off the blanket of sleep he'd been covered with.

"Jax, its Chuckie, I think you need to come to the garage."

"Now?" He asked.

"Yes, now, I think…"

He interrupted Chuckie to say, "What's going on Chuck? Is someone there?" He sat up completely and slid his legs over to the side of the bed and yawned.

"Jax, I can't explain it over the phone, just get here as quick as you can."

"Dude-I've got the kids, I can't fucking come there as quick as I can, is there something wrong or not?" He was irritated and at the same time concerned, he was the one responsible whenever Clay was away and Chuckie wasn't really all that prone to calling for assistance unless it was something important, on the other hand, he had both boys and no one else there to watch them and unless he wanted to split his balls between the purses of his mom and his old lady he'd have to figure out something to do with both kids. He'd been a member of the MC his whole life, but even he knew you can't talk rationally to a mother about some things, and leaving his kids home alone while he went to put out a fire at the clubhouse was one way to guarantee that he'd walk funny for the rest of his life.

"Jax, something happened, I- I- I really don't know what happened to be honest, but I know that there is no way I can explain it over the phone. This is something you have to see."

"Alright man," He sighed, wiping his face with the palm of his hand and running it through his sleep tousled hair. "Let me get someone to watch the kids, I'll be there as soon as I can." He closed the phone and dropped it on the bed. Stepping over to the pile of clothes on the floor, he pulled his jeans over his naked hips and checked to make sure the knife was still in its scabbard, he grabbed his tee shirt and pulled it over his head. After putting on his shoes, he grabbed his phone and made his way to the kitchen where he picked up both Abel's bag and Wyatt's with the intent of putting them in the truck. Shaking his head abruptly, he put them down and dialed a number.

"Who the fuck?" Opie said sleepily into the other end.

"Dude, problem at the garage, Chuck just called, can I bring the kids over there so I can check it out?" He decided to call Opie rather than his mom, simply because he didn't want to wake her up and explain everything. Opie knew what it was like to get these late night; well in this case early morning calls and would be better able to handle the intrusion.

Opie came awake a lot quicker than Jackson did and said without a trace of sleep in his voice, "What do you mean problem at the garage? You're not going there alone Brother, I'll meet you there."

"Wait, hold on, I've got the kids and so do you, you can't just leave them alone and neither can I, I don't think it's something that's going to take both of us, Chuckie just got his panties in a twist over something he wants me to check out."

Without missing a beat Opie replied, "Chuckie doesn't get his panties into a twist, he's pretty steady, and I'm coming. I'll talk to my neighbor and have her watch the kids, no problem."

Jax shook his head and said, "Alright man, I'll meet you at your house in fifteen minutes." He clicked the phone closed and grabbed his hoody and his cut. Checking his pistol, he made sure the clip was full and tucked into the inner pocket of his vest; he grabbed the bags and started to make his way to the truck when he turned back to the refrigerator and hooked a bottle out of it, tucking it into the front pocket of his cut. Once he had the bags in the truck, he made his way back inside the house and into the boys' room.

Wyatt was spread eagled in the crib, holding onto his blue checked dog with ferocious loyalty, wearing green footie pajama's with little frogs all over them, he had his other hand crooked up by his face and was snoring very softly. Jax hated to wake him, for one the baby didn't wake easily and two, he was so little and peaceful and although Jax didn't know what Chuckie was dithering about, he knew he'd rather just let the boys sleep. He stepped out of the room and dialed his mom. It was time to bring in the big guns.

Jax listened to the phone ring an ungodly number of times and then the voicemail clicked on. He stared at the phone stupidly and slowly clicked it closed. He blinked a couple of times and then dialed her number again and again was rewarded with the sound of the computer voicemail announcing to him how to leave a message. He raised his brow and clicked the phone closed again. Gemma usually pounced on the phone, so she was either deep in sleep and completely oblivious, or was mad that he hadn't called sooner and was teaching him a lesson, "Jesus Christ," He said under his breath, "This is fucking insane."

He took a deep breath and stepped back into the bedroom and again stood at Wyatt's crib, looking down into it. He carefully reached in and picked up the sleeping baby. Wyatt stirred slightly and whimpered, but didn't truly wake up. His dog trailed over Jax's shoulder as he picked the warm baby up and tucked him face down into his chest. He carefully set him inside his car seat and strapped it up, deciding he'd put him in the truck first, the two of them made their way silently down the hall and Jax sent up a prayer to whoever was listening that the baby didn't wake up. Once he was secure in the already running truck, he went back in to get Abel.

Abel was asleep on his back, hands over his head his tee shirt pulled up to reveal his belly and the tiny scar that marked him as a fighter. One sock on and the other barely covering his foot, he'd kicked his blankets to the foot of the bed, Jax reached in to pick him up and just as he wrapped his hands around his son, Abel opened his eyes and looked at his dad in perfect stillness.

"Hey buddy." Jax whispered, "We have to go for a ride, you go back to sleep okay?"

"Mommy?" Abel said in a barely audible mumble.

"No, not mommy bud, go to sleep."

This time Abel was more adamant, "I want my mommy." He said his voice a mixture of sleep, baby and impending tears. "I know buddy, I want mommy too, but it's just daddy right now and we have to go somewhere." He had the boy in his arms and over his shoulder and was reaching for his discarded sock when Abel said, "Gamma?"

"No Gamma either buddy, it's just you and me." He grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and wrapped it around his son.

"No daddy, I want Gamma go to sleep," Abel whined and kicked back in his dad's arms causing Jax to pull him in closer and taking a toddler headbutt to the chin, which in turn made Abel start to cry. Once he started to cry, Jax knew that he'd have to get him quieted quickly or risk both boys bawling in the truck. Soothing his son with a kiss to the forehead he rubbed his back and whispered, "It's okay Abel, daddy's got you, we're going to go see uncle Opie and then we'll go get Gamma okay? Hush it baby, we don't want to wake Wyatt, come on buddy let's just go back to sleep, come on buddy."

Abel was still mostly asleep so the combination of his dads' large hand rubbing circles on his back and his deep whisper were enough to put him back under and Jax relaxed slightly as he put him into his car seat. Tucking the blanket around him, he slid the sock back on his foot and picked up the seat. After securing it into the truck he got in and started to make his way over to Opie's house. The neighbor wouldn't even notice two extra kids, so this was the best option available since Gemma wasn't answering.

He pulled up in front of Opie's house and saw the back door to the caddy was standing open; Opie was coming out of the house in jeans, a watch cap, boots and his cut. Shirtless he held Piper in one arm and Kenny in the other. Both boys were still completely asleep. Looking into the car, Jax saw Ellie leaning against the far side of the car, breathing slowly, also lost in childish slumber.

"What the hell man? I thought the neighbor was going to watch them!" Jax staged whispered across the lawn as he met Opie halfway to the car. "She's not there, and I can't leave the kids here alone, Lila will kick my ass. They'll be fine, we'll just have Chuckie watch them, then I can call Mary if it gets too hairball."

"Fuck man. I tried Gemma but can't reach her. This is fucking nuts, we can't take five kids into something like this, our old ladies will skin us alive."

Opie got the boys buckled in and shut the door carefully, standing up he looked down at his best friend, "We don't have a fucking choice Jax, I'm not leaving my kids alone, neither are you. Try Gemma, maybe we can drop them off there?"

"Nah dude, I got her fucking voicemail, I think she's mad at me and trying to teach me a lesson or something, fuck." He sighed and rubbed his hand down his face and looked first at the kids in the caddy and then back at his own truck, "We're gonna catch merry hell from Tara and Lila if anything happens, you know that right?"

"No shit brother, call Chuckie tell him we're on the way and if he can to meet us outside the garage and we'll just leave him with the kids."

Jax made the call and when Chuckie answered he briefly explained that they were on their way, with one slight problem. Chuckie was able to tell them that he didn't think that they needed to worry about anything right away, they just had to see something so he would be able to watch the kids with no problem, in fact just pull into the lot, and the gate was open." Jax noted that only 35 minutes had passed since the initial call and looked back at Opie. "Whatever it is, we don't need to go in guns blazing, so Chuck will watch them, I'll follow you."

Opie nodded and after shutting his front door, got into the Caddy and the two men and five kids made their way to the garage. Once they got there, the pulled in and parked. Getting out of the truck, Jax undid both car seats and along with the bags, made his way into the club house apprehensively. He noticed a truck parked in the lot that didn't belong there, but hadn't immediately made the connection where he'd seen it before. Opie got the boys out of the car and Ellie had woken up, so they too made their way into the clubhouse. Chuckie helped get the older boys into the bed of the apartment and Ellie settled down on the couch, while Jax got the babies into the portable play pen, where after a few whimpers they too drifted back into sleep.

Chuck and the two of them went back outside, "Now what the fuck is all this about Chuckie?" Jax asked as the three of them stood under the canopy.

Normally easily excitable Chuck was remarkably calm as he said, "Okay, so I forgot to close the gate last night apparently." Jax pursed his lips and looked around the lot, "So that explains the truck, what else?"

Chuck swallowed and said, "Well, I was asleep and I heard a big bang, at first I thought it was a car accident or something so I just stayed where I was in the apartment and then I heard another sound and then a couple of smaller bangs. I knew those were gunshots and then nothing. So I waited a few more minutes and came out here. I saw the truck and realized that I'd left the gate open, so I crept over to the truck and the engine was cold." He paused and licked his lips, "So I started to come back over here and noticed there was a light on in the office of the garage." He nodded towards the office and the guys saw the faint line of light under the door and glowing behind the closed blinds. They looked at each other and then back at Chuck.

"Then what?" Opie asked pulling his gloves on and his pistol from the back of his pants where it had been tucked under his belt. Jax reached into his pocket and pulled out the bottle. Looking at it with confusion at first, he tucked it back in and grabbed his pistol from his inner pocket.

"Then I went over to the garage and came in through the back door and that's when I saw what I saw-"

Exasperated Jax said, "What the fuck did you see Chuck?"

Chuck licked his lips again and nodded to the garage, "You have to see it Jax, believe me, you have to see it, I can't explain it."

Deciding that they couldn't get any more out of the twitchy little man, they both looked at each other and clicked the safeties off. "Stay in the clubhouse Chuckie." Opie ordered as the two bikers made their way to the garage.

"Dude-you have a bottle in your vest." Opie said in a loud whisper turning back over his shoulder slightly towards Jackson. Jax grabbed the bottle and tossed it to Chuck, "Put that somewhere man." He said and looked back at Opie who was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "Fuck you brother, I'm sure you had bottles in your pocket when the kids were little too."

Opie snorted slightly, still grinning, "Maybe, but never tucked into my cut."

Jax grinned back and then followed him to the office door. Pausing outside, Opie carefully turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. Jax followed, gun drawn, ready to shoot until they saw that there was no need for a gun. Both men stood in the doorway and just stared. Looking at each other with identical looks of total shock Jax swallowed and said quietly, "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

Opie raised his eyebrows and said, "Holy shit, it's fucking everywhere. What the hell happened?"

"I have no idea. No idea at all." Jax said, still looking around the small room and trying to convince himself that what he was looking at was real and not some horrific mirage.