A/N 10/7/2018: Sorry for the later update guys. I had to visit ma, and catch up on a few religious practices. Neglected deities are pissed deities. lol and Auset is one of the worst to piss off. I realized I never explained my reasoning for making Bella pregnant. I know in the majority of my stories with her in a crossover, I impregnate her, (trust me, this won't be the case with all, I promise) but I have a reason. Unfortunately, that reason is an entire season away...and I don't want to spoil it. So suffice it to say, wee Telford does have a part to play. Hope y'all enjoy! ~Angel

Jax and Angela lay in his bed. Angela with a big ass, shit eating grin on her face and Jax giving a contemplative look to the ceiling as he lightly trailed his fingers along her skin. Angela looked up to him to see that he was deep in thought, and she lightly touched his chin with her index finger.

"Where are you?" she asked with a smile. "I don't know about you, but I find it a little insulting that I'm laying here, pressed up against you in the buff, and you're thoughts are elsewhere."

Jax smiled down at her, and kissed her forehead. "You don't have to worry about that, darlin'. My thoughts are strictly on you, as they have been more and more these past few days. That's what has me thinking. Since Abel was born, I've woke up every morning with a sick feeling in my stomach. Like I've been waiting for someone to die. Waking up this morning, with you in my arms-" Jax gave a chuckle at the thought. "It's the first time in weeks I've woken up with nothing on my mind but what possibilities there are. And it's all down to you."

Angela gave a chuckle of her own. "You do know that the only reason I came here was because I was following Bells. At the time, I was thanking my lucky stars that she trusted me enough to tell me where she was going."

"And now?" Jax asked.

"Now I'm thanking my lucky stars I followed her here and met all of you. I've never met a tighter knit family. You are so loyal to one another, it makes me lucky just being able to see it," she said with a smile.

Jax shook his head. "No. You're not just seeing it, babe. You're family to us, too. Izzy sees you as a sister. My mom likes you, which is a first for a girl that I'm interested in. You are one of us." Angela sighed and snuggled closer to Jax.

"Guess we have to get up now, huh?" she murmured.

"If you don't want the guys taking the piss out of you for the rest of the month, it might be wise," he said, clinging tighter to her for a moment before letting her go.

Angela got up, and giggled as Jax smacked her lightly on her perfect ass on her way to his bathroom. As she took a shower, he lay back for a moment, enjoying the peace in his room, before letting out a sigh of annoyance that he has to leave it, and getting up and ready for the day. Things got a bit difficult for him when Angela came out of the bathroom with not a stitch of clothing on. Not even a towel. She only sent him a smirk, before pulling on a pair of jeans she had stashed away the night before and donned the shirt she had on last night.

As they went out to the bar, they heard Clay coming out as well, talking on the phone. Most everyone else was already gathered, mostly around the pool table.

"Yeah. No, me too. A'ight. Thanks, Jason," Clay said hanging up the phone.

"Rosen?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah. Luann's in the clear. Otto- not so much," Clay tells them.

"Why? What happened?" Bobby asked. Clay let out a laugh.

"He shattered Stahl's face," Clay tells them.

"Oh, I love that man," Tig exclaimed. Angela laughed as she stood by Jax.

"I gotta meet this guy. I've wanted to do that since I met the bitch. He's my new hero," Angela tells him.

"He was tryin' to prove to the club he wasn't gonna give anything up," said Clay. "We're clear of the A.T.F. ladies and germs."

Gemma gets up and approaches Clay. "Uh, now that I have you in a good mood, Jax's house-, just some remodeling and shit. You know, for the baby." Clay went over to her and looked at what she was showing him.

"2,300 bucks? For painting? Shit, I could have the prospect do it for free," Clay said in outrage of the cost.

"The baby is coming home any day, and I want that house to be perfect," she pressed him.

"Okay, okay, okay," Clay said.

"I can do it. I love painting," Angela volunteered. Then she added an incentive. "If you don't like it, I'll shell out the cash for the painter."

Gemma looked at Angela and smiled. "You got a deal, sweetheart."

"Clay, cops," Juice said moments before the clubhouse door was burst open and cops decked out in S.W.A.T. gear rushed in.

"Everybody down! Everybody down!" Everyone put their hands up, not wanting to start a shoot out. The cops spread out to other area's of the clubhouse, looking for stragglers. It wasn't long before a half naked Bella was brought into the room, as she carried a teddy bear, and struggled against her detainer. Then she caught sight of Stahl entering the building, and smirked at the agent.

Congratulations, Agent Stahl. You've just signed your career's death warrant she thought.

"Robert Munson, you're under arrest for the murder of Brenan Hefner," an agent said, cuffing the man he was Mirandizing.

"Who?" Bobby asked.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..." the agent continued, leading Bobby out.

"I'll call Rosen, Bobby. You just sit tight," Clay said from his prone position on the floor. Stahl kicked him on her way by, which earned Gemma's fury.

"Hey! Bitch!" she yelled before spitting in Stahl's direction. Stahl then stepped over to Gemma, and kicked her in the stomach.

"Whoa. Easy now."

"Hey!" Some of the men were yelling at her.

"Manners, darling. Manners," Stahl said to a gasping Gemma.

The feds left, leaving everyone else to slowly rise. Bella growled as Clay called, "Table! Now!"

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

"They got Bobby at Federal Plaza in Stockton," Clay tells the others. "A.T.F. says they got an eyewitness saw Bobby kill Hefner."

"What? Jax is that possible?" Tig asked. Jax shook his head.

"From my vantage on the ground, Ope fired two shots, Hefner received two shots. Shit's a goddamn bluff."

"You can't charge somebody on a bluff. Whatever they got, it's real," Clay said with finality.

"Who is the bastard witness?" Chibs asked.

"We're a man short," Clay said, looking at Opie's empty seat. "Where's Ope?"

"I called every number. There's no answers," Juice tells them.

"Yeah."

"I tried Donna's phone, too."

"Maybe Donna changed the goddamn home phone," Piney shouted in defense of his family.

"A'ight. I'll go get him," Jax said, getting up.

"Well, you better find him," Tig jabbed.

"Now, what the hell does that mean," Piney demanded of Tig.

"Only two other guys were witness to that hit. One of them's in jail, the other one-"

"Hey!" Jax interrupted with a shout. "Don't even say it, asshole."

"You better curb your disrespect," Tig said, standing and getting into Jax's face. The others got in between them, trying to halt a fight.

"Everybody's nerves are fried, but we can't unravel here!" Clay shouted above the den. "Now Jax is gonna go get him, and he's gonna bring him back here, and we're gonna find out what this is."

Piney stands. Tall and resolute. "The only reason my son isn't here, is 'cause he doesn't know what happened," he said lowly.

"Exactly," Jax agreed, nodding to Piney before he left.

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

Chibs entered his dorm, and sat on his bed with a groan, running his hands through his short hair. Shit was hitting the fan in the worst of ways and all he wanted was some time with Bella. They hadn't had that in a few days, and he missed his old lady something fierce. After all of this was said and done, maybe he could convince her to cash Clay's IOU weekend out. Lord knew they both needed it.

Chibs sighed, and rose off the bed when something caught his eye. A little white stick on the ground just to the side, and half under his dresser. Now Chibs wasn't a messy man, and tended to keep things on the tidy end, which was why it was a little out of the ordinary finding such a thing. Walking over and picking it up, he froze when he saw that it was a pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test. All of the air left his lungs in one exhale, and he stumbled back to the bed before his legs gave out.

It was then the door opened, and Bella walked into the room, carrying the teddy bear she had brought with her out into the main clubhouse. She looked up to see Chibs sitting on the bed and she smiled at him. But the smile froze and she paled at seeing what he was holding.

"Oh, boy," she said, not really knowing what else she should say.

"Is this yours, mo ghràdh?" he asked in little more than a whisper. Bella gulped audibly before looking down and nodding.

"Aye."

"You're with child?" he asked in aw, looking up at her.

"Aye," she said nervously. She didn't know when she began saying things as he did, and she chalked it up to just spending so much time with him. "I was going to tell you after I had had it confirmed."

Chibs held out one hand, beckoning her to him without words, and like a moth to a flame, she went. Taking his hand in hers, she stepped between his legs as he lay the test aside. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he placed his forehead to her stomach and she nervously brought her hands up to run through his hair.

"What-" she swallowed, hoping to dislodge the sudden rock she found in her throat. "What do you think about that? Having a baby?"

Chibs looked up at her, his eyes adoring. "I couldn't love you more," he said with surety. "I couldn't love our child more."

Bella smiled down at him, and lowered her head so she could plant a kiss right on his lips. When they pulled away, he went back to looking at her still flat tummy, marveling that he had created another life. Sure he had Kerrianne. But after she turned 5, and Jimmy O had him run out of Ireland, he had no part in her life. This child. This little one was another chance. A miracle chance.

"My appointment is next Wednesday. Want to come?" she asked nervously.

"I wouldn't miss it for anythin'. I want to be there through everything. Every mornin' you are sick, every cravin', the birth, everything."

Bella laughed. "Prepare yourself then. My morning sickness has only been getting worse, as you know. And once I'm so big I can't put on my shoes by myself anymore, I'm drafting you for back rubs."

"It'd be my honor, lass."

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

Jax pulled up to Opies house, and saw that it was quiet. Too quiet. It was eerie. Walking up to the front door, he ringed the bell a couple of times.

"Opie!" he yelled out. But there was no answer. Looking about, he saw that there was no one, so he bent down and retrieved the spare key from beneath the welcome mat. Entering the house, he saw some baby things in boxes strewn about and a bit of a mess from the previous night's supper.

"Ope! Donna!" Jax yelled out again, but like the last time, no answer. Entering the kitchen, he saw a card propped up against an ash tray. Picking it up, he saw that it belonged to June Stahl. A.T.F.

"Shit." There was only one person who could tell him where the fuck this bitch had taken his brother. And that was Unser.

Jax immediately left for the station, but was surprised that Unser wasn't in his office, but in one of his own cells. He had to do a little flirting with the guard on duty, but it wasn't all that hard considering he'd known the woman since they were in school. And who hadn't held a torch for Jax Teller while they were in school.

"You've got one minute. A.T.F. finds out, she'll have a fit."

"Thanks, Candy," Jax said sincerely.

"Sure thing."

"What the hell you doing in here, man?" Jax asked Unser.

"Stahl's detaining me for questioning," Unser said with a sarcastic air when he said 'detaining'.

"Jesus Christ. You got any idea what happened to Ope? His whole family's gone."

"I don't know. Ask Hale. He's Stahl's little errand boy," Unser informed Jax. But Jax had his own news to impart to the chief.

"He's more than that," Jax scoffs. "Other night when we were in here, he was face down in that shit."

Now it was Unsers turn to scoff. "Idiot."

"We gotta find Ope, man. You hear anything, you'll let me know?"

"Of course," Unser said, making it a done deal.

"A'ight." Jax went to the door of the cage so Candy could let him out. Where the hell was Opie?

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

Wendy stepped out of the cab and looked at the house she used to call home. The house of her husband, even if it was now only on paper.

"Thanks, man," she said, handing the cab driver his fare. There was no one in the drive, namely, Jax's bike, so she figured no one was home.

Going up to the front porch, she tried her key. It didn't work. It wasn't all too surprising, after what happened, she'd have had the locks changed as well.

"Shit," she said. She really didn't want to stay at some dive motel, but that was looking more and more like her only option. "Of course."

She looks around and tries a few windows, but they, along with the back door, were all locked. She gave it up for a lost cause and sighed, taking her bag and walking back down the drive. Unknowing that there had indeed been someone in the house.

Angela had been on the phone with Gemma the moment she heard someone at the door. Peaking out through the smallest slit in the blinds, she saw that it was a somewhat pretty woman with long blond hair, a purple blouse, and a bag with her.

"I don't know who it is Gem, but she seems familiar with the place," Angela said in a whisper, so she wouldn't draw attention of the woman trying to get into the house.

"I know who it is, sweets. Don't you worry. Once she finds the place locked up, she'll leave for a bit. I'll be back by in 20 minutes with the paint, so you won't be there alone long. I'll just finish up with my visit, and be right over," Gemma tells her.

"All right. Thanks Gemma." Angela hung up and went back to Abel's nursery, breathing a sigh of relief. If Gemma wasn't worried, she wouldn't be.

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

Gemma was at the hospital, feeding Abel, when Dr. Namid walks in.

"He's taking to the bottle much better. How's his sleep apnea?" Gemma asked. She like this doc much better than the biker hoe wannabe. She wasn't going to lie and say she wasn't more than a little happy about that tramp being dead. Now she had to figure out how to get rid of the junkie that just popped back in.

"The last two nights, no alarms. He's almost through it," Dr. Namid smiled.

"We'll be able to take him home?" Gemma said with excitement.

"Probably tomorrow."

"You hear that, baby boy? You're going home," Gemma said softly to Abel.

"So you think Jax is ready for this?" the doctor asked. Gemma gave a laugh.

"Not at all. But, most men aren't. I'm not too worried. Between me, Izzy, and Angela, we'll get him on the straight."

Dr. Namid laughed as well. "Behind every man is a woman willing to kick him into gear. I almost feel sorry for Mr. Teller having three."

"Almost?" Gemma asked with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. The doctor nodded.

"Almost."

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

Jax was talking to one of Opie and Donna neighbors. He was finally gaining some headway one where his brother might be.

"They take Opie out in cuffs?" he asked her.

"No. He was carrying one of his kids."

"What time was that?" Jax asked her.

"Headlights woke us up. Must've been around 2:30," she said. "There were three black sedans. The whole family left, took bags with them. Is he in trouble again?"

"I don't know," Jax tells her honestly. "Thanks."

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

Juice walked quickly up to Clay and Tig, freaking the fuck out about the information he just received.

"Just talked to our guy over at San Joaquin Savings and Loan. He checked Opie's finances," he tells them.

"And?" Clay asked.

"Somebody paid off a huge chunk of his debt. Federal wire transfer. Mortgage, credit cards, car payments."

Tig heaved a sigh.

"This stays with the three of us," Clay tells him.

"Yeah, of course," Juice said before leaving again at Tig's behest.

"Opie sold us out," Tig said once Juice was gone.

"Or A.T.F. wants us to think he did. That bitch is smart. Devious gash!" he bellowed before heaving a bottle of whiskey at the wall.

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

Opie's mother knocked on the office door at Teller-Morrow. "Gemma."

"Mary. Jesus Christ. What are you doing here?" Gemma asked in shock.

"I was hoping you could tell me," Mary said, stepping into the office. "Got a call from the feds asking me to pick up my grandkids from the Department of Justice facility in Stockton."

This was news to Gemma. And here she had been having a good day. Visiting Abel. Helping Angel start on his nursery.

"Opie's kids are in a facility?"

"Apparently the whole family is. Can't get a hold of Piney. Thought you might shed some light on why I'm schlepping my fat ass 75 miles," Mary said with more than a little attitude.

Gemma looked out the window when she hears a motorcycle enter the lot, and sees that it's Jax. "Let's find out," she said as she got up to meet her son.

"What's Opie's mom doing here?" he asked, knowing the relationship between Opie and Mary was cordial at best.

"She's picking up her grandkids from the Department of Justice facility," Gemma tells him in little more than a whisper.

"Oh, my God," Jax said.

"Opie get picked up on that Hefner shit?" Gemma demanded. Mary it seemed, wasn't content waiting for information and walked right up to them from where she had been waiting in the doorway of the office.

"Hey, Mary," Jax said with a small smile.

"What the hell did my kid do this time?" Mary demanded.

"Nice to see you too," he replied with a bit of sarcasm. He had no idea what he was going to say. This was information he had to get to Clay first.

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

"Feds picked him up in the middle of the night," Jax tells Clay and Tig.

"He go out in cuffs?" Clay asked.

"Neighbors say no," Jax said after a slight hesitation, knowing how it was going to sound. Clay throws a small packet of papers in front of Jax.

"Ope's debt's been cleared. Federal wire transfers," he said as Jax looked through the finances. He shakes his head.

"It's a set up," Jax said with no doubt.

"Maybe."

"Or, he gave Bobby up," Tig posited. "Now he's gone witness protection."

"Why? If he wasn't arrested, what's the leverage?" Jax shot back.

"Who knows how long they've been chipping away at him, Jax. Hell, A.T.F.? They could've gotten to him while he was still in Chino," Tig said.

"That's paranoid shit," Jax said, lighting a cigarette.

"Is it? I mean, is it? Opie's been a miserable prick since he got out. Maybe they've offered him a new, debt-free life- just what Donna wanted."

Jax shook his head. "Donna's been square with the club recently. She's on the level with Opie now. And Ope's not a rat. He did five years for this club."

"Maybe he doesn't want to do 25 more," Tig replied quickly.

"I'm going to see Rosen tomorrow. We'll get some clarity," Clay said. "Give us a minute." Tig nodded and left.

"You and I both love Opie. I don't want to believe this shit either. But, we gotta prepare ourselves for a truth we may not like," Clay tells him.

"He'd never sell out the club," Jax said.

"What if he did?" Clay asked.

Jax looked up, not liking the words he was going to have to say. "Then I'll kill him myself."

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

Jax made his way into his house. He could smell the scent of paint wafting from Abel's room in the back, and smiled at the soft humming he could hear from Angel. Walking back there, he saw her in an old baggy t shirt, that went down far enough to almost cover her shorts, and her hair up in a messy pony tail. Jax smiled at the sight then knocked on the frame of the door.

"Having fun?" he asked. Angela turned with a bright smile and went up to him, giving him a slow kiss on his lips.

"Quite a bit. But you've not been having a good day," she observed, looking into his eyes and seeing the nervous tension there. Jax shook his head.

"Just some club shit," he said. Angela smiled.

"Anything I can help with?" she asked.

"Not unless you know anything about Opie and Donna being picked up last night by the feds," Jax tells her. Angela stilled.

"What?!" she breathed. "Opie I could see them taking for questioning of some kind but why Donna? The kids?"

"Opie's mom is picking them up from the Department of Justice. Clay and Tig think Ope sold us out for Donna."

"That bitch," Angela growled. Jax raised an eyebrow at her.

"I thought you liked Donna. You spent all yesterday with her."

Angela shook her head. "Not her. That A.T.F. whore. Jax, think about it. First she goes after the women of the club, thinking they would be easy targets. Got nothing. She must have something she is using and twisting to her advantage to get to Opie. Something, I don't know, a witness or something you guys did."

"There was a witness to something," Jax admitted, looking at her speculatively.

"Since she couldn't get to the women, she went after the member that was easiest. You and everyone else are too close. Opie just got out of Chino. He lives apart from the club with family! Even if this witness didn't see a face, the bitch could be using them to press Opie."

"There was a federal wire transfer. Opie and Donna's debt has been all but clear, and there were witnesses, their neighbors, saying he and his family were escorted out with bags in the middle of the night," Jax tells her sadly. Angela shook her head with even more force.

"Jax, think! If Opie sold out the club, they wouldn't bother clearing his debt this soon! They wouldn't have made a big show about putting Opie and Donna in witpro. As you said. Too many witnesses. Too dangerous! And the whole family would go, not just Opie and Donna. Ellie and Kenny would be the perfect leverage if Opie had sold out the club and Sam Crow got their hands on them."

Jax looked at Angela with awe. She was right. "Opie didn't sell out the club."

"Never."

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

Opie sat with his thumbs to his forehead in a spartan and blindingly florescent interrogation room, wanting nothing more than to see Donna and his kids. He looked up when he saw that A.T.F. bitch walk into the room.

"Where's my family?" he demanded.

"Down the hall. My people packed a few of their things, so they're very comfortable. Justice uses this facility to transition informants into witness protection. So it-"

"What they- Are you charging me?" Opie asked.

"No."

"Then you gotta cut me loose," Opie said.

"You need to stay here, Opie, for your own safety," Stahl tells him, like she explaining something really complex to a five year old.

"For my own safety?" he scoffs.

"Yeah. You see, we have an eyewitness who saw the murder of Brenan Hefner. Bobby Munson was identified. You I.D. could take a little time, but-" she trailed off.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Opie said, making sure to keep his tells minimal, not that she studied him enough to pick up on them yet.

"I've done this dance before, darlin'," Opie said, channeling his friend Jax. "I want my lawyer."

"I'm sure that SAMCRO knows that you and your family are gone. And lots of your neighbors saw you get into our big, comfortable, black sedan. No cuffs. And what with all the inconvenience, I figured the least I could do was, uh, pay off some of those big bills of yours," she said, laying a copy of his bank statement in front of him, the big numbered debts all cleared from it.

"You crazy bitch," he said, looking up at her. "You're setting me up as the rat."

Stahl sat across from him. "Unfortunately, I think it's gonna play out that way, yeah," she said with no remorse.

"They'll know I wasn't the witness," Opie said, having faith in his club brothers.

"Mm. Eventually. But, you see, the U.S. Attorney won't release the identity of the witness retrial. And that could take weeks. I can only hold you for 48 hours. Now what is going to happen when I put you and your family back in Charming, hmm?"

"I'll tell the club the truth."

"And maybe they believe you. But maybe they don't. Are you really willing to risk the life of your family on the love that Clay Morrow has for you?"

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

Jax and Angela were in Abel's nursery at the hospital, feeding the little guy, only it looked like now that one need was met, another was asserting itself, as the infant was falling asleep in his father's arms.

"Poor kid doesn't know if he wants to eat or sleep first," Jax chuckled.

"From what I understand, that's a common problem amongst men," Angela teased. Jax looked up at her and smiled softly, before placing a kiss on her lips. Angela smiled and pulled away, as a movement caught in her periphery.

"Jax. That woman was at your house today trying to get in," Angela said, nodding to the woman at the observation window. Jax looked over and sighed.

"Shit," he said. Angela looked to him.

"Who is that?" Angela asked nervously.

"Wendy. Abel's birth mother," he said. Angela's face blanked. Her eyes though, were hard.

"I'll leave the two of you to talk," she said.

"You don't have to. You can stay," Jax tried. Angela shook her head.

"If I stay, I'm going to do something I won't regret. However, I don't want to wake Abel. I'll get some coffee. I'm just going to stake a bit of a claim first," she said with a vindictive look in her eye, as she leaned down and gave Jax a long, hard kiss.

"Damn," he breathed as he watched her leave, then waited for Wendy to enter.

"New whore?" Wendy asked. Jax cut her an unamused look.

"Watch it. I don't have to allow you to stay," he threatened. Wendy fidgeted a bit.

"May I hold him? I just wanted to see him before-" she trailed off.

Jax raised an eyebrow. "Before?"

Wendy smiled. "I have 64 days clean. I'm moving into a sober living place in Lincoln Village."

"That's progress," Jax said dispassionately. He was glad she was getting clean. But wasn't happy that she showed up now of all times. Just as his relationship with Angel was going somewhere.

"I just wanted to see Abel, before I go," she said.

"All right. Might do you good," Jax said leading her into his room. Wendy gasped.

"He's grown so much," she said as Jax handed Abel to her.

"Yeah, he has. Doc said he's healthy enough to go home, too," Jax said proudly. Wendy just looked down at Abel.

"Thanks, for this, Jax. For letting me hold him," Wendy said.

"If it'll help you stay clean," he said with a shrug, before he handed her a bottle. "We were just feeding him."

"Yeah. The new girl," Wendy probed.

"Don't go there, babe. She's been here helping me with Abel since practically the beginning. You were getting clean. Something you should have already been," Jax warned.

Wendy continued to look at him. "Is she good to you?"

"Far better than I deserve," Jax said with a smile. Wendy nodded and knew, she had lost her chance.