A/N 9/27/2018: Guys, I love my job! There I was able to come up with a way to get Bella into the past so I can write the Imhotep/Bella story. However, since the story I have up took the original story line, I now have to come up with another to make it plausible. lol XD A writer's job is never done! But I am determined. As for this chapter, it was actually kind of emotional to write. Lowell makes me feel pity...I don't feel that very often...Meh... anywho, enjoy!

Clay found Lowell working with a bike in the garage. He looked happy. Like being a mechanic was the the only thing he wanted to do in life and that was what he had achieved. Clay was loathed to break that happiness. But he needed to ensure that he wasn't twisted to Hale's way of thinking. He had to make sure the fed's still had nothing on them, and would get nothing.

"Sounds good," he said, gaining the younger man's attention.

"Is it cool if I work on it before my shift?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah," Clay answered.

There was a heartbeat of silence. "Is everything okay, man?"

"I want you to hear this from me," Clay says gravely.

"What? Something happen to Moby? I left him with Anita," Lowell asked worriedly.

"No, no, no. Your kid's fine," Clay assured him. "Those bodies they, uh, pulled out of the hole on 44- one of 'em's your old man."

Lowell chuckles in shock. "My dad?" he shakes his head. "Oh, that- that don't make sense."

Clay looked away. "I'm sorry, son." And he was. At least for lying to Lowell about it. He wasn't sorry he shot the fucker. Liked the needle and beating his woman too much to feel sorry for the bastard.

"No. He ran off when I was, like, 15. He just split. Everyone told me that. You told me that," Lowell insisted.

"I know."

Lowell laughs, because he was so shocked and despondent that that was the only thing he could do. He then let out a sigh.

"Well, the son of a bitch was already dead to me, right?" he said as he started to break down.

"What, uh, What happened to him?" he asked as he fought back the tears.

"Mayan war. Wrong place, wrong time," Clay tells him. Trying to spare him. "The, uh, other bodies they found in the hole- those are the two Mexicans that killed your dad. Vengeance was meted out"

Lowell continued to fight his tears back. "The cops- they're gonna try to lay all those bodies at Sam Crow's feet."

"That's bullshit," Lowell managed.

"I know. It ain't about a matter of true of false. Hale is gonna try to screw with your compass. I don't want you losing true north."

Clay then approached the man, embracing him with a hand at his neck. He then spotted Jax up on the roof of the clubhouse, knowing that it was a favored haunt for his step son. He only hoped his V.P. didn't probe too much into the matter.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Gemma, Angela, and Bella all entered Jax's home. They wanted to work a little more on Abel's nursery. Angela seemed the most excited. When Bella pointed this fact out to her, Ange just said that she didn't get a lot of chances to work around babies, and that she was excited that she was being allowed to help. Gemma led them down the hall, but instead of a nursery, they found a disaster.

"Gemma. What the- what happened?" Bella asked, looking at the destruction around her. Gemma put down the baby clothes and things and looked at the pictures that had been hung up on the far wall. There were pictures of young Jax with his brother. Family dinner pictures. Pictures with Tara. Pictures of Jax having sex with other women. If either of the other occupants in the room looked towards her, they would have seen Angela's face pull into a frown at seeing those particular photos. She turned away, not wanting to see them, only to step in something wet on the carpet that caused it to squish.

Looking down, Angela could see she stepping in a puddle. The disturbance caused a smell to waft up and she caught the distinct smell of urine.

"Holy shit," Gemma said, enraged, stalking out of the room.

"I'll call Jax," Bella said, pulling out her phone with one hand, and leading Angela out of the room with the other.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Two bodies were Mayan captains. It had to be SAMCRO," Hale insisted.

"Yeah. Well, 15 year old Mexican bones give us nothing. Even with D.N.A., there's no murder weapon. So it's ancient history," Stahl said, taking off her blazer. "The U.S. Attorney's Office won't touch it."

"Look at this," Hale said, handing her a file. "Dead mechanic worked for Teller-Morrow. History of drug abuse, domestic violence. His kid's on the way in. Following his old man's footsteps. Close to SAMCRO."

"How close?" Stahl asked, her interest piqued.

"I'm not sure."

"Any word on Kohn?"

"Checked out of his hotel. He turned in his rental car. He may already be gone. Here we go," Hale informed her, looking towards the door.

"You, uh- You wanted to see me?" Lowell asked Hale.

"Yeah. Have a seat, Lowell."

"I'm June Stahl, federal agent. I'm here helping out the deputy chief," Stahl introduced herself.

"Oh, yeah? You helping out with what?" Lowell asked, taking a seat.

"We have, uh, some sad news for you about your father," Hale said, trying to break the news softly.

"Yeah, I know. They found him in that hold off of 44," Lowell replied, still obviously sore about the subject.

"Well, you don't seem too surprised by that, Lowell," Stahl said, studying him for tells.

Lowell scoffs. "Well, you live by the sword, you know?"

"He was a mechanic, not a gangster. Why was he buried with outlaw bikers?" Hale asked him.

"I don't know," Lowell answered honestly.

"Your old man worked for Teller-Morrow, right?" Stahl pressed.

"Yeah."

"So the Sons of Anarchy must've trusted him."

"He was a friend," Lowell said with a small smile.

"Did Clay tell you that?"

"It's true," Lowell insisted. "He was a friend, and I'm a friend."

"Right. Just like your dad. You're just a chip off the old spoon," she said, prodding his shoulder. "Let's just hope we don't find you in a ditch on a county road somewhere, huh? Who do you think killed him?"

Lowell didn't answer. "You know, they found three bullet holes in his head. Now, what could a mechanic do that would incite such a gruesome death?"

"I don't know," Lowell said with a straight face.

"He was buried with the enemy, Lowell. He was not a friend," Hale tells him.

"He did something to piss off Clay," Stahl said.

"No."

"He was in the same grave, because he had the same killers. Use your head, Lowell. SAMCRO killed your father," Stahl said, putting the wrong right thoughts in his head.

"That is not true," Lowell said firmly.

"Yes, it is."

They were soon interrupted by Unser. "What's going on in here? Who the hell are you?" He demanded of Stahl.

"A.T.F." she said simply, gesturing to her badge on her belt.

"Just what we need. You guys wanns rent a goddamn wing?" he asked her sarcastically.

"Aren't you spunky," Stahl noted.

"Are you done with him?" he asked Hale and gestured to Lowell.

"For now," Stahl said.

"Get out of here, Lowell. Go ahead. Go on," Unser told the mechanic and ushered him out of the office. Stahl picked up her jacket and passed Unser on her way out.

"Pleasure," she said.

Once they were alone, Unser turned angrily to Hale. "Bad enough I got to see the other one every time I get a hot shave. Now I got to deal with Mrs. A.T.F. chewing on my last nerve?"

"When did you last see Kohn?" Hale asked seriously.

"I just left him. At Floyd's."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax, Gemma, Angela, and Bella walked into Abel's nursery.

"Who did this?" Gemma asked.

"I don't know," Jax said angrily. Bella thought about it, and she had a theory.

"I may know...though I'm not sure," she said her brow scrunched in thought.

"Who are you thinking," Jax asked, barely containing his anger. Bella looked up at the man she now considered a brother.

"Have you been interacting with Tara lately?" Bella asked Jax. Jax balked a bit, but answered truthfully.

"Not too much beyond what I need to know for Abel. I gave her a ride home yesterday because she said she was feeling off. We were followed, but she didn't tell me who it might've been."

Bella groaned. "Not good. Stalkers hate other's that get to close to their target. Old flames are one of the worst."

"Start talking, Izzy. Who did this?" Jax demanded.

"Did Chibs tell you my theory about the A.T.F. ass Ange and I found in Abel's hospital room?" Bella asked him. Jax nodded.

"There you go. She had a restraining order against the man. And then, when she moves out of the spotlight his bosses are shining on him in Chicago, he follows her to a town with virtually no P.D. involvement and takes stalking to a whole new level. Now, you have a choice. Find this agent, beat the crap out of him and draw heat the club doesn't need. Or, leave Tara's drama with her. Don't engage. Distance yourself completely. You've already taken her off of the doctors able to treat you son, right?"

Jax took a deep breath, calming himself, and allowing Bella's reasoning to penetrate his skull. "No, she's still able to treat him. In fact, I just saw her yesterday."

"Then that is the very first order of business. Then, you delete her number from your phone, put her on the block list, and don't speak to her at all. Hopefully, this A.T.F. agent will get the hint as well as Tara, and the club is half way in the clear with the feds. Three birds with no Crows involved," Bella tells him. Jax nods again.

"Alright. We'll do it your way. I'll head to the hospital now. But if he comes near me, Abel, or any of ours again, it's fair game," he warned. Bella held her hands up in surrender.

"By a bullet to the eye," she smirked. Jax smiles and heads out.

Angela looks after him for a moment. "I think I'll go with him," she said, smiling to Bella, and following Jax.

"You should have let him kill the asshole," Gemma said venomously. Bella shakes her head.

"Not with 2 feds in town. Kill one known to be here, and the other will bring more. Sam Crow has stayed off of Uncle Sam's radar this long. No need to draw attention where we don't need it."

Gemma sighs. "We're gonna have to rip up this carpet. Sand down to the very boards below to get the stench of fed out of here."

"Come on," Bella encourages. "I'll help you get everything not broken out." With that she righted the rocking chair and started to work.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Half-Sac, being the new guy in the fight, was up for the first fight of the night. The poor schmuck he was fighting didn't know what he had gotten into or who he was fighting. Chibs and Bobby were shouting encouragements from his corner indistinctly as he continued to duck and dodge, before returning with a series of blows that knocked his opponent out cold. The fight was only a precursor to how the night was going to go. Half-Sac did a victory pose, loving the attention his potential patch brothers and the crowd were giving him.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"This is ridiculous. That little bitch isn't even a part of Sam Crow anymore and she's causing us problems," Gemma fumed as she takes down the photos the A.T.F. agent put up on the walls.

"Hopefully, now that Jax and Ange are on their way to the hospital, we will start seeing less of her drama. What the hell did he see in her in the first place?" Bella asked.

"He was a teenager," Clay said. "What does any teenage male think about? Pussy."

"Whoa," came Tig's voice from the door. "Hey. Anita just called. Lowell, M.I.A. She just found Moby in the apartment, crying and locked in the bathroom."

"Shit," Clay exclaimed.

"Yeah. He probably went to Lodi looking to score."

Clay walked over to the window and sighed. "It's not your fault, baby," Gemma said to him. "You've been taking care of Lowell since he was 16. You done everything you could. Just some shit you can't escape."

"It's like father, like son," Tig pointed out.

"Yeah."

"Looks like it's going that way," Clay said sullenly.

"Got to remember what's important. Big picture," Gemma said.

"I'll call the Vista, see if he checked in," Tig told them and left.

"No one blames you if Lowell don't come home," Gemma said.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax and Angela pulled into St. Thomas's parking lot. Angela's face was lit up in excitement.

"That was fun!" she gushes. "I am so riding with you guys more often."

"You've never ridden a bike before. I thought you were tight with one of the MCs where you were from?" Jax said, loving the smile on her face. Angela shook her head.

"Dad was the reverend for both Forks and La Push, and his parishioners had no qualms about ratting anything I did to him. If he ever found out I had been on the back of someone's bike-" she trailed off with a shake of her head.

"Well, I'll give you a ride anytime, darlin'," he said with a smirk. Definitely flirting with the double entendre. Angela gave a pretty little blush, but managed to keep her head high.

"Good to know," she smirked. "But for now, we need to take care of Abel and your family."

Angela took his arm lightly by the shoulder and steered him into the hospital. Jax loved that she rolled with his flirtation, but didn't allow it to distract from what they needed to do in the present. Protect the club. They walked up to the NICU, and Angela split off from Jax.

"I'm going to visit Abel while you take care of business," she tells him.

"All right. I'll meet you when I'm done here," he said, placing a quick kiss to her cheek on the corner of her mouth. Smiling, Angela went to Abel.

"Hey, Abel. Seems like we've hit a snag with your room at home. But don't worry, we'll have it set to rights in no time," she said, smiling to the sleeping baby.

Angela looked up to see Tara entering the room. "You are no longer wanted nor needed in here," she said, sternly, but not in an unfriendly manner. That's just who Angela was. A byproduct of being raised by a holy man. She was nice to everyone, even if she wanted to scratch their eyes out.

"You have no say in who treats Abel. Jax hasn't said anything about me not treating his son, so I am here to stay," Tara said with quite a bit of attitude. It was no use arguing with people like this. Especially when she knew Tara would be off Abel's case in a matter of moments. Angela just smiled and looked back down at Abel.

"What are you to Jax?" Tara demanded. Angela looked up at her again.

"A friend," she said simply and truthfully.

"That kiss he gave you in the hall was more than friendly," Tara pressed.

"If you're looking for something that's not there-" Angela shrugged. "Well, it's your time to waste."

Tara was frustrated. First Kohn follows her back this incestuous, backwards little town, then Jax ignores any and all of her attempts to get back into a relationship with her, even if she only wanted him as protection, and now there was this girl. A girl Jax seemed close to in more than a friendly manner. They were both broken out of their silent stand off when Jax and Dr. Namid entered the room.

"Ah! Dr. Knowles. Good, now we can get this sorted. Did you know Mr. Teller on a personal level before you worked on Abel's case?" Dr. Namid asked. Tara fumbled for only a moment.

"Yes. We dated in high school," she said simply. Dr. Namid sighed and shook his head.

"Had you only told me sooner… I am afraid I must insist you withdraw yourself from Abel's case," he said.

"Why? I've done everything I could to take care of Abel," Tara insisted.

"You know why. It is a conflict of interest. Mr. Teller has just told me that you yourself are in a spot of trouble regarding another past love interest. One he found in his son's room, unattended, without his permission. That is not taking care of Abel, Dr. Knowles. Quite the opposite. I must insist you leave the room now, and have no further contact with Mr. Teller, Abel, or any of their family."

Tara looked at Jax, as if he would counter what Dr. Namid was saying, but he just walked over to stand by Angela and his son. Tara was beside herself. She never thought Jax would treat her this way. Still managing to keep her head high, she threw one last glare towards Angela before she stalked out of the room in a huff.

"I am sorry for the stress she may have added to your family," Dr. Namid said to Jax who just waved him off. The doctor left Jax and Angela to visit with little Abel.

"Well. Hopefully that mitigates some of the drama around the club now," Angela said. Jax smiled at her, placed an arm around her shoulders, and drew her to him, kissing her temple as he did so. This girl was amazing, he thought.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Come on, Lowell. Open up. I'm taking you home," Clay hollered through the door.

"It makes no sense. It's no sense that my dad was buried with them wetbacks! How long you been taking care of me, Clay? Huh? Why are you here now?" sobbed Lowell in his meth induced high.

"I made a promise to your dad," Clay said.

"What, before you killed him? You kill him, Clay? Why would you do that?" Lowell continued to rant. Clay kicked in the door to see Lowell drop a gun and skitter back on the floor, where he had fallen from his unsteady feet.

"I lied to you, son," Clay said, looking out in the hall before closing the door and locking it.

"Don't you call me that. I am not that," Lowell cried.

"Your father wasn't killed by the enemy. He was the enemy."

"No. He was a friend," Lowell said, trying to hold on to the lie everyone had told him since he was 16.

"He was a loathsome piece of shit. Treated you and your mother like dirt," Clay corrected, drawing the blind on the window. "Cared more about the junk than he did about his friends, his family. Sound familiar?" Clay pointedly looked at a tray that housed a needle, a tourniquet, and the remnants of a thumb bag.

"I'm not that," Lowell said in between his sobs.

"No? Then what the hell are you? You can't stay clean," Clay roared, kicking the tray with the needle. "You abandon your kid."

"Moby," Lowell said lowly, as if the thought of his son brought pain.

"I killed your old man. I killed him 'cause he was a rat. A weak junkie rat."

"I'm not a rat," Lowell cried.

"Look at you. Ten minutes with Hale, you turn inside out. You run away. You don't give a shit about your kid!"

"I'm sorry, Clay."

"Next time maybe Moby drowns in that bathtub. Or maybe you tell Hale and the feds all those secrets you been hearing at Teller-Morrow," Clay suggested.

"I can't deal with it anymore, Clay."

"My point," Clay said, taking a pillow from the bed.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit," Lowell said, the realization hitting him. "I'm my old man. I'm Lowell. Oh, God. I'm sorry Clay. I know that you tried to help me. You help Moby. You save him from me. Do it, please," Lowell begged when Clay pressed the pillow lightly to Lowell's turned head, and the gun to the pillow. "You help my little boy."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

The betting ring side was running rampant. Half-Sac was feeling good. Beat to hell from the lucky licks the occasional opponent would get in, but feeling good.

"This is it, prospect, your final fight," Chibs said to him. "How you feelin'?"

"I'm good, man. This asshole looks half dead."

"Well, he's had a tougher climb. It's a beautiful thing."

"It is a beautiful thing," Tig said. "You're looking like a champ. Everybody's betting on you, except for us."

"What do you mean," Half-Sac asked in confusion. Tig just looked at him, knowing the prospect would eventually get it. "You want me to lose? Shit. No, come on, man. I can beat this guy. I can win this whole thing."

"If you win this we get 15 grand. You lose, we walk home with 10 times that much. So you lose," Chibs told him.

"You're gonna take a dive, Kippy, for the club. Go get 'em. Sort of," Tig said as the bell to continue rang.

Half-Sac was anything but happy. He had loved the fair fight. The primal, bare fisted competition he had missed since he had been discharged from the military. Now his friends were telling him to purposefully lose. It went against his grain. He met his opponent in the middle of the ring, Getting in a few licks, and letting more through. Setting himself up for the loss. But plans change.

When Half-Sac saw Cherry brace Clay and peck his cheek, all he felt was pure white hot anger. In the middle of a fight he was supposed to lose, that wasn't all that good of a thing. His anger was channeled and he ended up kicking the shit out of the guy he was fighting. He completely wailed on the guy until he fell and didn't get back up.

Tig and Chibs entered the ring, and pulled him off the guy before he ended up killing him, because he didn't stop. It took him a while, but he managed to calm down. He was calm enough by the time everyone exited and went to the parking lot at any rate.

"Clay, I'm really sorry. You know, I just lost it. I don't-" he tried to explain.

"You owe the club 35K," Chibs tells him. Thankfully, with the money Izzy had loaned them, they could still cover most of what they needed, but it was the principle of the thing. He was asked to take a dive and he beat the shit out of his opponent.

"Really?" Half-Sac asked in dread.

"Hey. At least you got the girl, huh?"

"Come on. Get out of here before I rape both of you," Tig threated nicely.

"Tig. Hey," Bobby warned.

"What? It's just an expression. Term of endearment," Tig said, trying to pass it off.

Chibs approached Clay. "My lass saved our asses. We only need 55 by Friday."

"Still gonna be a busy week," Clay replied.

"You said it," Chibs said, before heading out. He had to thank his woman.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Clay walked into his bedroom to find Gemma already in bed reading.

"How'd it go, baby?" she asked. "Where is he?" She didn't have to elaborate on the 'he'.

"Sam Crow rehab," Clay replies.

"What did you tell Jax? About the bodies."

"Some of the truth," Clay admits, rubbing his arthritic hands.

"And Lowell?"

"A little more," he said in barely more than a whisper.

Gemma sighs. "The rest stays buried."

"Yeah," Clay agrees laying so his head is in her lap. "And rest in peace."

Gemma runs her fingers through Clay's short cropped hair. It had been a long trying day, all around.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"So? How did the fight go?" Bella asked Chibs.

"Turned out, you were right. We made bank only because you told us to be the other way with your money. We're still short, but not as bad as if we had just lost. And I can give you back what you loaned us in the first place, just taking the winnings," Chibs tells her. Bella looked at him, her head tilted to one side.

"Out of curiosity? How short are you? Am I allowed to know?"

"Probably not," he chuckled. "We're short 55K. And we need it by this time next week," he said, the last bit amidst a groan as he sat on the bed with her.

"Easy! Take it from whatever I loaned you to begin with. Again, if Clay feels uncomfortable with it, tell him to give you a weekend instead of just a day off. Then you're all mine. I'll call it square, and the Sons won't have to pay it back," she smirked. Chibs kissed her passionately.

"I'm already all yours, mo leannan. You don't need a weekend away for that."