Title: As the Rush Comes

Summary: She rode into town in an old convertible, as if on the wind. Will she find herself caught in the middle of one of the deadliest biker wars in Charming history?

Disclaimer: the Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter, not me. I'm a poor college student, so it'd be pointless to sue.

A/N: The song for this chapter is Closer (Precursor) by Nine Inch Nails, the remix done with Static-X.

A/N: I'm rearranging some of the details from previous chapters, while still using creative license to change some minor (I'm talking miniscule) details from the show itself. Stick with me here, everyone. A huge thanks goes out to those who reviewed

"What in the hell is she here for?!?"

Clay asked no one in particular. Gemma had mentioned Fiona's appearance at the hospital, neglecting the near smack down she broke up, knowing that he would then forbid Vanessa from being at the hospital without one of the Sons to make sure she wouldn't get into trouble. To say that the club president was displeased at finding out that the Irish were back into town would be an understatement.

"It's the Irish, man. They love them some car bombs, bonus points if someone gets injured in the explosion."
"The lady that dropped off the van was blonde, very suburban soccer mom, according to Vanessa. None of the Irish fit that profile."

The little voices in Gemma's mind started voicing their displeasure to her. The only white, 'suburban' people with that kind of grudge against the club were Hale, who she knew wouldn't physically harm anyone, and Zobelle and his LOAN nutcases. As if reading his mothers mind, Jax spoke up from his seat at the bar.

"Zobelle. It has to be. He figures out that we're getting the AKs from the Irish, goes all fuckin' white hate crazy on us, and sets the car bomb."

Clay nodded, agreeing with the vice president for the first time since all of this had started.

"Could be, bring it up again at church later, when everyone is here. Next topic: How was Chibs when you went to see him this morning?"
"Better. The swelling down, so Doc doesn't think he'll need that surgery anymore. He was up and talking when I was there, but Nessa says that he's pushing himself too far, too fast, and getting tired out quickly."
"How about Nessa girl?"
"She's exhausted, and understandably so. First, Old Man Unser gets sick, and now Chibs is in the hospital. I don't think that girl has left the room since Chibs was admitted weeks ago."

Clay and Jax knew Gemma was right. Clay had ran into her at St. Joseph's a few days ago and she had looked like hell, as if she hadn't slept in a hundred years and ate about as often. He didn't like seeing any woman in that condition, let alone one who he considered to be a daughter, one who had helped the club on more occasions than he cared to count.

"I'll head over later, kick her out, send her over to you. Make sure you get some food in her – that girl is skin and bones."
"Alright baby."

Gemma said, kissing Clay's cheek before standing up and heading to her car. She called the salon she went to, and set up an appointment for herself and Vanessa, then headed over to Jax's place to see her grandson. Whenever anyone had a problem, they talked to Abel, even though he couldn't talk back. It made the child good to bounce ideas off of.

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Hale didn't know know why he was looking for Vanessa. She would give up information on the Sons about as quickly as an Al Qaida member would give up the location of Osama Bin Laden. Still, here he was, scanning the floors for the Chief's only daughter. Maybe he was looking for her as a promise he made her father to look out for her, Maybe it was because he still cared about her as a friend, maybe he was Sado-Masochist in disguise – anyway you cut it, he was on the hunt. David was only slightly surprised to find the young woman kneeling in the church chapel, her head bowed in prayer.

"Oh heavenly father, hallowed be they name…."