MissTeller-Ortiz-Dixon: Yes, lost and lost of drama, and it's only just began :P I think you might be right. Juice and Scar will go through a lot over the next few years (I know because I'm already writing for season six :P ). They're going to have their ups and downs, and a lot of them. Though I'm not really sure how I'm going to end the series... But I'm honestly hoping they're still together in the end :):)

lennon9091: Thanks for the review! Yeah, I always imagined Juice being a cute boyfriend, but also the kind of guy to never want to stop touching his girlfriend :P and I always imagined Gemma having a strong independent daughter who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to get it ;)

Sliver of Melody: Thank you for the review :):)

Bamby

SPOV

I stood next to Juice as he sat on his bike, a line of Sons facing Zobelle's shop. On the other side, facing us, were the Mayan's. The cops standing by, ready for whatever was to come. They'd cleared the shops in the firing line, protecting the citizens. I stood between Juice and Happy, Juice's arm wrapped around me. I could feel the protectiveness radiating off him, but I didn't really need it. Since lock down, I had my gun on me at all times, either in my bag or held against my back in my pants.

Clay paced watching the barricade of our enemies Zobelle hid behind.

The sound of a bike approaching had me look down the road, seeing my brother ride towards our step-father. Juice got off his bike, arm moving away from my waist so his hand could slip into mine as we walked up to Clay, Happy and Chibs doing the same. The rest of the group making their way over as well.

"Downloaded Otto." Jax informed Clay, turning to Unser who now stood next to me. "Weston out yet?"

"Yeah." Unser nodded. "Hale got Eglee to give him an escort out of town. Making a stop to see his kids first. San Joa CFS."

With a shrug, Jax turned back to Clay. "I'll catch him at Family Services."

"Hey." Unser tapped his arm. "No harm to my officer."

"Yeah."

"Let's go, brother." Ope nodded, moving to his bike.

Chibs followed. "Hey, and me."

"I'll handle the rest." Clay told Jax as the two of them hugged.

Before sitting back on his bike, Jax looked over his shoulder at me. "You take care of her." he nodded to Juice.

"Of course." Juice's hand squeezed mine.

With that, Jax got on his bike, riding off. Ope and Chibs following close behind. Juice turned to me, caressing my cheek as I leaned against him. Bobby, Piney, and Tig stood by us as we waited to see what Clay wanted us to do. Movement caught our attention as Alvarez and Clay started to walk towards each other, the rest of us staying close to Clay.

"Hey, stop right there." one of the cops ordered, as the rest of them moved to stand between the two club leaders. "That's far enough."

"Just want a discussion, man." Alvarez noted, eyes glued to Clay.

The cop in front of him patted him down, searching for weapons before nodding to Hale. "He's clean." at the same time, Clay pulled out his gun, handing it to Tig.

With a nod from Hale, the two leaders stepped forward. Two of the cops moved again, blocking the path.

"Do you know how many of those guys are staring at you right now?" Juice mumbled in my ear.

I looked down the Mayan line, seeing a few sets of eyes on me. They had a mixture of surprise and curiosity. All clubs know women stay out of club business, so me being here was surprising and completely out of the norm. Then there was the curiosity, since coming back to Charming, most clubs now knew who I was, and now as I stood with Juice, they knew who I was with. Instead, their curiosity was for a taste- to see what the Samcro Princess may have to offer.

"I am fighting back the urge to shoot them all right now." his breath hit my neck, a burning desire growing inside me. His protective nature coupled with his rarely shown dangerous streak, did something to me...

I turned around to face him, hand running over his cut. "Trust me. When Clay gives the order, you can rip them all to shreds." I assured, leaning forward to place a kiss on his jaw.

...

We watched Clay as he turned his backs on the Mayans, addressing the Sons. "It's time." he turned to the Mayans. "Let's make the Mexicans feel welcome." Nodding at Juice he went on. "You and the Nomads keep an eye on things. Rest of us, clubhouse."

Juice nodded at Clay. "Call you when they get restless." everyone moved to their bikes, Clay staying where he was as he looked to me.

"You're staying, aren't you?"

I gave a short nod. "Only way you'll get me to leave, is if Juice comes or you drag me."

Stepping closer, Clay kissed my forehead. "You can't be there when this ends. As soon as the Mayans leave, you go to Hale. Have him drive you somewhere safe. The clubhouse, or Jax's. Gemma and Tara will be there later with Half-Sack. Don't go anywhere on your own. Understand?"

Nodding, I gave him a quick hug. "Love you, dad."

His hands rested on my back. "Love you too."

...

Standing by Juice's bike as he stood with the two Nomad Sons who had also stay, I watched Zobelle's store, wondering why he hadn't left yet? He knew he and his daughter were in danger. Why weren't they leaving. The moment word got 'round that he's a rat, the Mayans won't protect them anymore. He needed to move before it was too late for him.

I wanted him dead, sure. But I'd rather the guys not go to jail...

Just like that, Zobelle and Alvarez walked out of the shop. Everyone getting ready to head off except one of the bikers.

I walked up to Juice, watching them all go. With his jaw set, he pulled out his phone to call the club as his arm came around my waist. "Yeah. They just left." he gave directions, before hanging up and turning to me. Placing a kiss on my temple before he pulled back and nodded to Hale. "I'll see you at home later."

My hand slid into his as I stepped back. "Be safe." I turned with a sigh. With that, he got on his bike, the other Sons getting on theirs. I watched the three of them ride away, walking to Hale, feeling sick to my stomach. "Can you take me to Jax's?"

Hale nodded, stepping away from the other cops. "Yeah, whatever you need."

JPOV

The rest of us who'd been waiting outside Zobelle's shop, had followed Alvarez and the rest of the Mayans as they went to leave town. Before they could get too far though, Clay, Jax and the rest of the club showed up, locked and loaded. Clay and Jax took the lead- where they belonged- riding along for a moment before Clay gestured over his shoulder.

The truck that had been following us now moved into the next lane before speeding up to pass both us and the car where Alvarez and Zobelle were riding. We kept our distance as we watched and waited for the right moment to take action.

Once the truck pulled in front of the Mayans, the back shutter pulled open, revealing a number of Sons. They lifted their guns and started firing at the Mexican's, causing a number of them to fall off their bikes. That's when Piney- who was in the back of the truck- aimed his gun at Alvarez's and Zobelle's car, and shot at the tires, hitting them.

The car rolled to a stop, the last of the Mayans stopping as well, seeing as the Sons who were behind were now too close for comfort. Stopping and getting off our bikes, Jax, Clay, Bobby, Tig, Chibs, Opie, myself and the rest of the guys pulled out our guns and started to shoot at the car and the Mayans.

Alvarez got out of the car and made a break for it, but Zobelle stayed in the safety of the vehicle, moving to the diver's side, setting himself behind the wheel before speeding off- running a Mayan over in the process.

"Alvarez! Take off!" Clay warned. "Or we finish this!"

To make a point, Jax aimed his gun in the air and shot.

Alvarez nodded to his men, all of them hurrying to their bikes and riding off.

"Lets go get King White-y." Clay told us as we got back on our bikes and headed in the direction Zobelle had gone.

...

We were waiting outside the little store Zobelle was hiding in. He'd gone inside to hide while a bunch of school kids got of a bus and headed in as well. We couldn't do anything until the kids cleared out of the place. But we were willing to wait for as long as it took. After all the crap he'd done, everything the club, Gemma and Scarlett went through. It was time this guy got put in his place, and we were ready to do exactly that.

Jax walked up to me then, giving a short nod. "You and my sister. I see it. Okay? If things go down here and I end up inside, I need to know she'll be taken care of. You'll do that, I know it. So, I guess I don't mind the two of you together."

"Really?" if things hadn't been so serious, I would have been grinning from ear to ear.

Looking back at the store he nodded. "Yeah. But if you hurt her, or cheat, or do anything, I won't just kill you." he warned. "She cares about you, so take care of her."

"With my life."

SPOV

Hale stopped the car by Jax's place, Tara's car in the drive way. I noticed Half-Sack's bike was nowhere to be seen, but I didn't say anything, not wanting Hale to get out and make sure everything was okay.

"Thanks for the lift." I smiled politely, hand on the door, ready to get out.

Before I could go though, he grabbed my arm, stopping me from moving. "You and that guy- Juice, right? Are you serious? I just mean, you always said you'd never be an Old Lady..."

Sighing, I turned around so I was facing him again. "I know what I said and I stand by that. I'm not his Old Lady. But, things happen. It was never intentional. When I came back I hadn't planned on staying in Charming. I'd just hoped that maybe I could shake my ex, see my family and then move on again. This is the only place I knew I'd be safe... Juice just kinda happened."

"But is it serious?"

I nodded, seeing hurt in his eyes.

Hale and I had been together in the past, sure. But it hadn't meant much. It was my rebel stage, going out with the guy who hated everything my family was about, and who my family would not have approved of- unless I could change his mind and make him useful... Yet even though we'd just been a fling, he'd still cared about me and I'd cared about him. That's the reason why he actually talked to me. That's the reason why we'd become friends since I'd come back.

So of course I'd expected him to be hurt by my answer. What I hadn't expected was for him to lean forward and kiss me...

The kiss was exactly like the ones we'd shared all those years ago. Only now he didn't seem as nervous, no longer that school boy I hid with behind the school gym. Instead there was a sureness, and maturity about the way he felt as he tried to deepen the kiss. Of course, that didn't matter when I was already with someone. Especially when that someone could and would hurt Hale for even looking at me...

I pushed him back just as suddenly as he'd kissed me. "What the hell, Hale? Didn't you just hear me? I'm dating a Sons of Anarchy member. He'd kill you if he found out you kissed me!" I snapped before I rushed out of the car, slamming the door behind me.

"Scarlett, wait!" he called, getting out of the car to follow me. But I just kept walking until I was safely in the house.

Once I was inside I pressed myself against the door, shaking my head. Part of me was confused. Why had Hale just kissed me? But the other part of me knew. I'd known since I saw him back at the fair when I first got back to town. He still cared about me. I wondered if he'd ever stopped...

Just then, Tara walked out from the kitchen. She stopped and looked me up and down, but before she could speak I just gave her a look, one I knew she would understand. I was silently telling her not to ask, and so she just nodded and turned to walk back into the kitchen, knowing I would follow her in a moment or two. I just had to give myself a little more time to recover from Hale.

Once my mind and heart- which had been beating hard and fast- had settled once more, I followed her in. In an instant I noticed the lack of people with us... "Where's my mum and Kip?" I asked as I moved look into Abel's carrier that sat on the bench.

"I have no idea." Tara shook her head, clearly unimpressed. "Your mum went after Zobelle's daughter, and-"

"What!?" I cut her off. "She went after his daughter? Is she crazy? What if she gets caught? What if the Mayans go to find the girl and find mum instead? They'd kill her."

"I know." Tara started going through cupboards, grabbing some of Abel's things. "I just didn't know what to do..."

Looking at her, I could see she was just as worried. We both knew that with the guys going after Zobelle, we had to make sure we stayed out of trouble. If they came back and found out that any of us were hurt or did something stupid, they'd be less than impressed. Not only that, but we also potentially had Samcro enemies, who'd happily kill us... or worse.

"Look, I'm sure she's fine." I assured her. "Kip is probably with her, and it'll all be okay."

As if he had been reading my mind, Kip walked into the house... alone.

"Jax?" having not seen that it was Kip who'd come in, Tara turned from the cupboard in hopes of finding my brother at the door. Her shoulders slumped as she realised who it was.

"It's just me." Kip looked guilty. Too guilty. It was obvious that was something wrong.

"Where's my mum?"

He tuned to me, only now noticing I was there. "I don't know. She followed Zobelle's daughter into a house. I'd been waiting outside for awhile but then the Feds came and raided the house. I had to leave."

"Shit!" I groaned.

Tara was placing the baby bottles on the counter as she mumbled under her breath. We all knew this was not good, not just for Gemma. If she didn't come back, Kip was going to be in so much trouble, possibly Tara too.

"You better call Jax." Kip told her.

Nodding, Tara walked over to grab the house phone, dialing my brother's number. After a few moments, she spoke. "I didn't want to bother you with this..." there was some noise on the other side of the phone before she went on. "It's Gemma. She followed Zobelle's daughter and- Ah!"

Cameron, the Irish guy that had been shot in the ass months ago, Had appeared out of nowhere. We'd all been so focused on Tara we hadn't even noticed him enter the house, gun raised at us. He took the phone from Tara, hanging it up and dropping it before pushing Tara on to one of the dining table chairs, keeping the gun trained on Kip and myself.

Pulling my gun out of my handbag, I went to make a move

But before I could do anything Cameron shook his head at me as he moved closer to Tara. "Now, now, Missy." he pressed the barrel of his gun to her head. "Wouldn't want me blowing out the brains of your brother's Old Lady, now would we?" he gestured to my gun. "Hand it over." with shaking hands, looking from him to Tara, I did as he asked. A nod to Kip had the prospect handing his over as well. "Sit. The both of you." he nodded to the dining chairs. "Sit!"

I jumped at the harshness of his tone. Kip grabbed my arm and lead me to the chairs where we both sat. The whole time I watched Cameron, remembering how he'd been been a friend of the club. I'd even patched him up not too long ago. So what the hell had happened? What was h here now, threatening us with a gun?

"What do you want?" Tara asked, trying to stay calm.

"Gemma killed my Eddie. Figured maybe I'd kill her daughter, even the score." he stepped closer to me, pressing he barrel against my forehead. Kip went to get up, but Cameron turned quickly and aimed his gun at him. "Don't get brave, boyo."

I lifted my hand ever so slightly, resting it on Kip's arm. "Kip, don't be stupid. Please." I begged, and in return he nodded, sitting back down.

With all the commotion, Abel had started fussing.

We watched as Cameron moved to the baby carrier, rocking it gently to calm the baby. "There we are." Cameron looked to Abel for a moment before turning back to the three of us. "Son for a son." he reached for the knives. "Seems about right." he angled it at Abel's throat.

"No!" I jumped out of my seat just as Kip went for Cameron.

The Irishman was too quick, the knife slicing into Kip before any of us even had a chance to stop him. Time went still as I looked to Cameron, seeing Kip freeze, the blade deep in his gut. Reality hit as Kip dropped to the ground, the knife sliding out of him like butter.

"Oh, my God!" I dropped to my knees, grabbing his hand. "Kip? Kip!" I shook him but there was nothing I could do...

I looked from my best friend, to the Irishman who had his gun pointed to Tara's head. Tara, one of my closest friends, and the love of my brother's life... She wasn't the only one in danger though, both Abel and I were as well... Fear, anger, hatred and a need for revenge. All of it boiled inside of me, putting me into action. I moved without really thinking, lunging at Cameron, hoping he was distracted enough so I could grab one of the guns and kill him.

He suddenly turned swiftly, lifting his hand and hitting me in the head with the butt of his gun. I fell back, hitting the floor hard. My head collided with the ground. Everything spun around me, the world becoming fuzzy. I could still hear Tara as she whimpered and cried. Abel fussed. Cameron was crying as well. But I couldn't see anything. I couldn't move properly. My head was fogging up too fast.

Cameron's sobs were the last thing I heard before the world finally disappeared into darkness...

Bamby