So, being as I've been getting into The Sons of Anarchy, I'm going to throw a little monkey wrench into this whole story. Flip everyone's lives around and cause some mayhem for Brina, Murphy, and bring in a new guy.

I guess we'll see how this works out.

Chapter 2!

Everything had been set perfectly. The day went on as usual, very few patients coming into the infirmary, a few brawls, and a lot of nothing. Her heart thudded in her chest as 4:00 came around. She finished filling out the last of the small stack of charts, signing off on injuries and medications given. She looked at the clock. Every minute seemed to tick by slower and slower. 4:05. Nineteen minutes to go until the boys were out of dodge. She had promised Smecker she would be out of the prison when the riot occurred, but she couldn't bring herself to leave. There would be questions when the riot was over and they were bringing patients to be treated, but the doctor would be nowhere to be found.

She shut the medicine supply door and locked it tight, then the supply cabinets with scissors, needles, and various other tools that could be used as a weapon. At 4:10, she heard loud commotions outside the infirmary door. Yells and shouts grew louder and closer to her. The door swung open just as the alarms started blaring. Two large inmates and a smaller, scrawnier guy with short blond hair entered the doors. One of the bigger men sauntered closer to her. "Hey, doc. I'm hurtin real bad. You gimmie them keys? Let me get some medicine?"

She knew she wanted to say yes, toss him the keys and get the hell out of the infirmary, but the cameras were rolling, as usual. So she had to prepare herself for the fight she knew was coming. "Look guys, everything is inventoried. Accounted for. Down to the last pill. If you steal them, you're just adding time on to your sentence." She had been backing up slowly as he continued approaching her. Finally, her back hit the wall. He didn't stop gaining on her, and before she knew it, he was in her face, blocking her in with both his arms on either side of her shoulders. "Maybe I don't need them keys after all." He took a long breath in through his nose. "It's been a long while since I've smelled a woman's perfume. Or seen a pretty lady, at that." She flinched as his knuckles started sliding down her cheek.

That's when she remembered. This morning, before she had come to work, Doc had given her a gun. She remembered him stuttering his way through a small 'just in case' If she could just get behind the desk and to her purse. She instinctively kneed the man in the nuts and knocked the second guy as hard as she could with her fist. She had made it behind the desk when she remembered the third man. She jerked her head up to look at him, her eyes wide with fear as she pulled her gun on him. He held both his hands out, slightly. "Easy. I'm not going to hurt you. I was just coming along as a lookout for Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dumb. I don't want any part in rape or drugs." She looked at the two men on the floor, noticing nut shot was getting up. "You stupid bitch." He held his junk with one hand and started limping towards her.

She felt the recoil off the gun before she could think. His hand and pants were turning bloody red. That's when she felt the weight of the third man's hand on the gun, pushing it down to point at the floor. He turned her by her shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Get your stuff and get the fuck out of here." She was in mild shock until he yelled at her. "Go on, get out of here!" She grabbed her purse and stuffed her gun in the small of her back, tucked in the waistband of her pants. She found a guard who Smecker had implanted and he helped escort her out. "Did they make it?" He nodded his head. "Yeah. The truck's been gone for 5 minutes or so. They should be at the docks in fifteen minutes." She felt a wave of relief wash over her. "Good. That's great. I guess it's time for me to go hide, huh?" He nodded as she walked to the drivers side of her car. She leaned against the rail and pulled out her cigarettes and a lighter, watching the guard run back for the inside of the prison.

She lit her cigarette and took a few drags off it, knowing the violence behind the walls would never reach outside. Her phone rang in her pocket, and she dug it out, flipping it open. "Hello?" The sun was shining bright over Boston making the day nice and warm. "Brina, it's Murph. We made it out alright. Just thought we'd call and let you know." She heard Connor in the background. "Come on, Murph. We ain't got the time for this shit. We're fleeing the country, you idiot." She grinned. "Well, tell Connor I'll miss him too." She heard Murphy chuckle. "I will. I love you. I'll see you soon, darlin." She smiled. "I love you too, Murphy. Bye." The line cut off on the other end, so she flipped her phone closed and stuffed it into her pocket. It would have been too obvious if she had been staying above the bar, in her relationship to Connor and Murphy, so they had scraped together whatever cash they could find, Doc chipping in his fair share as well, and rented a nice apartment for the three months it took to get everything in order.

She got into the car and drove to the fake house. She parked her car and got out of the driver's seat, locking the door behind her. She sighed, knowing this would be the beginning of the three weeks without the boys in her life. She removed her sunglasses and opened the front door to the building, walking towards the elevator. She pushed the button and waited. She looked to the right and saw a rough looking guy wearing a leather vest reading a newspaper. He glanced up and smiled at her, she returned the smile and quickly looked back at the elevator. Sick of waiting, she started up the stairs. Four floors to climb to get to her place. She took each step, knowing it would be a lonely three weeks. She hadn't been without Murphy for more than a week at the most. But there were always phone calls and letters, maybe Smecker could figure out a way to get her there sooner. As she reached the landing for the fourth floor, she made a mental note to ask him the next time he called.

She turned the corner and walked down the hall, stopping at number 46. Before she could rattle her keys, a hand clapped over her mouth and pulled her down the hall and around another corner. She was pinned against the wall by another leather vest wearer, his hand still covering her mouth. "If I take my hand away, don't scream. Okay?" She nodded and as soon as the hand was gone, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to scream. Another hand replaced the first and a different man was staring into her eyes. "Listen here, darlin," in the panic, she could faintly tell an accent, similar to Connor and Murphy's, but still different. "We're trying to save your ass. There's someone in your apartment wanting to kill you. Just so happens, we want to kill them. Give us your door key, don't scream and wait here." She felt the hand disappear, this time, she made no attempt to call for help. Instead, she fumbled on her key ring and picked out the key, handing it to the second man.

The first waited back with her as the second man and two others walked to her apartment door and opened it. They slowly stepped inside and a few moments later, three gunshots rang out. She was confused, to say the least, and almost didn't notice as her phone rang again. She pulled it out and opened it. "Brina, it's Smecker. Listen to me carefully. I don't know where you are, or who you are with, but if they want to take you, let them. If they ask you questions, you answer them, honestly. They could be your key to living the next three weeks. When Connor and Murphy pissed off Starky, he reached out to his friends on the outside, you, sweetheart, have a Russian target on your back so big, the space station can see it. These guys are friends, I know of them, if they want to take you somewhere, anywhere, let them. I don't care if they take you to Italy. You go. Understood?" Mind racing a thousand miles a minute, the most she could manage was a 'yeah'. "Good. I've got to go."

The first guy walked around the corner as she stuffed her phone away, and she followed a few feet, just able to see the group of men. "Mayans. All the fuck the way in Boston?" One of the men nodded. "Yeah. They heard about Jax getting transferred to a different facility, across the country to keep him alive, and they wanted their revenge." The second man stepped in to the conversation. "But how did she get wrapped up in all this? She doesn't know Jax, doubtful she knows the Mayans."

An older guy with a grey crew cut looked at her and motioned for her to come to him. "Come here, sweetheart." She cautiously walked over to the small group and stopped. The first man, with black crazy hair, grabbed her arm and fear filled her chest as he led her into the apartment. She glanced at the picture of her and Murphy on the table, all smiles and laughing. He pushed her down, and she found herself facing a bloody man. He put his hand on the back of her head and shoved her closer to the man on the floor. "Why did they want to kill you?" She started crying, sobs escaping her chest. "I don't know." He continued yelling the question at her. She found herself screaming in reply to him, "I don't know!" She heard a set of footsteps. "Tig, that's enough. She don't know anything. Let her up." She was pulled up to her feet, and just wanted this to not be real.

"Go outside, send in Chibs." Tig nodded and walked out of the apartment as the other man walked in. "I know he's a bat shit crazy psycho. Takes things a little too far sometimes. I'm Clay. This is Chibs. What's your name, sweetheart?" She wiped the tears off her cheeks and remembered the snug comfort of the gun in the back of her shirt. "Brina." Clay looked at the dead body behind her and the other two, then looked back at her. "Brina, are you sure you don't know why these men wanted you dead?" She pulled her gun out and aimed it at Clay. He was obviously the brains of the operation, so losing the leader would make chaos among the rest of the ranks. She held him in her sights as he rose both his hands in the air to shoulder level.

"Woah, now. You can shoot me, that's fine. But when the cops show up, and believe me, they're probably already on their way, then how are you going to explain four dead bodies in your place? We don't want to hurt you, we just want to figure out why these guys wanted to hurt you. Put the gun away." She remembered Smecker's orders and lowered her gun, feeling Chibs take it from her hands as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I have an ex FBI informant who called me just after you guys killed these guys. I work in the prison, not too far from here, and I'm the doctor. I pissed of an ex Russian mob guy who called in a favor. Apparently, according to my guy, I have a Russian target on my back so huge, the space station can see it."

The man she assumed to be Chibs looked at Clay. "Murder for hire?" Clay nodded and crossed his arms across his chest. "Makes sense. It's not beneath the Mayans to take that on." He turned to her and closed the space between them, resting a large hand on her shoulder. "Brina, have you ever ridden on a motorcycle before?" She felt like it was an odd question, but shook her head no. "Well, it's a good thing Chibs has an extra helmet. You're first ride is today." He turned and walked towards the hallway. "Boys, let's go get Jax and get the fuck out of Boston. I'm ready to see my old lady."

Okay, so that's chapter 2. I hate this was short, but I have to get to bed. I'll try to update as soon as I can. REPLY please! PLEASE PLEASE! I see people are reading it, but I've only gotten one reply. Please leave feedback and let me know what you think of it!