***So I know that this story will stray some from the actual story line, but hopefully that will be what interests you instead of irritating you :) and of course I will try to keep everything else as close as I can. I'm still not sure if I will bring Tara back or just leave it the way it's headed.

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"So let me get this straight...This little girl is alive? And with Mark, Mark the ATF agent that's been watching our every move, waiting for us to give him any reason at all to bring us in?" Clay said from his spot at the head of the table. His face bore a serious look and he leaned back in his chair, letting his gaze land on Jax, hoping to make his point. "Am I missing anything?"

"And she's pregnant," Tig added, tapping his fingers together like everything had already been settled.

Jax sat there with a crazed look in his eyes, his leg was bouncing a million beats a minute. He was not happy how this was blowing back on him. He knew what Clay was saying, he was saying he had been right, Ashley was a rat and couldn't be trusted, Jax was only blinded by pussy. That's what they all were thinking. Rage threatened to take his body over and he was really trying to control it for just a few more minutes until he could get out of there. All he wanted to do was find Mark, find him so he could get his release and erupt his madness on the one person who was desperately begging for it.

"Jax?" Clay asked, trying to hide the shitty smug that was daring to show on his face. Jax just continued with his stare, blocking out everyone around him. "Care to share your thoughts with the club?"

His thoughts? Was he fucking serious? No. Hell no. No one would understand his thoughts, he didn't even understand them. He had to get out of there, he had to clear his head. He would handle this on his own, he needed answers, once he had answers then maybe he'd have thoughts. Jax looked to his hands which were placed on the table, folded in front of him, he played with his ring as he avoided Clay's glare.

"Well here's what I think," Clay started, letting everyone know he was the one with some sense, "I want Ashley and Mark brought back here. We figure out what they know, who they told and then we get rid of them. Pregnant or not, we don't need this shit raining down on us. If this doesn't happen, I'm sure we will all be wearing orange very soon."

"Couldn't agree more," Tig piped up. Jax kept his eyes locked on his hands.

"Let's vote."

Jax kept his head down while they voted, but he knew they had voted in favor of Clay. Clay banged his gavel and Jax got up, heading straight for the only way out of that room, out of the clubhouse and out of the town. He could hear someone calling him, Gemma maybe, but his mind raged on, allowing nothing else in.

Little did he know, Gemma was trying to tell him his son had just been born.

Two weeks left...that's what Ashley kept reminding herself. Only two more weeks of this torturous pregnancy thing, this taking over her body by some alien being, an alien who loved to wiggle all around, kicking up in her ribs and poking her bladder at the worst times. An alien who decided that night time was play time and that Ashley wouldn't really need any of her internal organs.

Pregnancy was supposed to be beautiful, magical even. Isn't that what everyone had always said? She was even supposed to glow or some crap like that. Well if sweating constituted glowing, she definitely had that covered.

Her belly was enormous, protruding straight out and to a point. She felt disgusted when she looked at herself. She always saw those cute pregnant women who looked like they had a basketball under their shirt, but she was sad to admit hers looked more like a planet, most likely Jupiter, her flat belly button the great red spot. And as for what lied beyond it, God only knows, she hadn't seen her lower body except in a mirror for two months now but it probably resembled an astroid belt of some sort. Speaking of, she could barely even shave her legs anymore and what she did shave was by blindly feeling around, she was sure her doctor would be in for a rude awakening when it was time to deliver. She also wasn't sure how it was possible to pee 18 times during the day, but somehow she did, never failing at that task. And even after getting rid of all that excess fluid, her ankles still somehow seemed to swell up to elephant size, prompting even more discomfort.

Ashley sighed as she tried her best to get comfortable in her bed. She had propped seven pillows strategically around her, with hopes that somehow she would be able to get some sleep. She hadn't gotten a good nights sleep in three weeks but she still held out hope. She couldn't wait for this to be over, to meet her baby and have her out of her! Once the baby was born Mark had promised to move them far away also. She couldn't wait to get her new life started already.

After the day that she had seen Jax, Mark had moved them closer to Charming, not further. Sure, she really didn't understand it, knowing all of SAMCRO were probably hunting the both of them down at this very moment. But Mark said he had more means to protect her close to his work and that it was best she stay near the hospital that her OB was affiliated with. He had begun to work out of an undercover office rather than on the street so he could ensure his safety and hers until they could get out of there. But being back near Charming meant staying inside 24/7. It didn't really bother her though, because she understood the reality of it all.

Laying across her pillows only made her frustrated and cranky, there was no good position at all, on her stomach was out of the question and on her back only cut off all circulation to her legs, on her sides required pillows everywhere and by the time she was comfortable she would need to shift again. She decided to move out to the couch, maybe she could fall asleep sitting up, what could go wrong with that position?

She pulled four of her pillows off her bed and waddled towards the couch, arranging them around in a desperate effort. She was already out of breath, in the 30 seconds it took to walk from one room to the other. She tried to calm herself and drift off, only to jerk awake every time her head would nod. Finally she resigned to the fact that it just wasn't going to happen. She flipped on the TV and started to scroll through the channels, looking for something that would help put her to sleep.

She came across the news and stopped abruptly, there had been a drive-by shooting, in Charming of all places. A drive-by. In Charming. She was shocked and continued to watch, but nothing would prepare her for what she saw next...

Donna...gunned down in Opie's truck. Donna. Oh my God how could this be? It had to be retaliation or something, there were no drive-by's in Charming. Donna, oh God.

Ashley stood up and started to pace, crying with shock. How could this happen? And to Donna, so sweet, struggling with everything and only doing the best for her kids. Her kids. This was so horrible. Poor Opie. Her heart was breaking and she suddenly felt like she needed to go back. She had to know if this was real. She had to be there to help. Donna didn't deserve this. But she could hear Donna's voice inside her head, telling her to get out, telling her to leave that life. She didn't know what to do as she kept pacing. Grief was wracking her body and her stomach started to cramp again. She hated that feeling and this time it was worse. Her whole stomach hardened until she thought it might burst open, but eventually it subsided on its own. She tried to calm her sobbing. She thought she had left that life and started new on her own, but did she really even leave? No, she was just trapped in a house with her constant thinking. Mark, he would tell her what to do, he always had all the answers. She searched for her cell phone so she could call and tell him what she saw on the news. But he had to know already...he probably knew and didn't tell her, he should have told her. Her stomach hardened again and she had to stop and brace herself against the wall until the feeling passed. Seeing her cell phone on the table, she made her way over, only to feel something wet and warm on her pants. Why were her pants wet? Oh, shit.

Come on Mark, answer the phone. It kept ringing, three, four, five, voicemail. She hung up and tried again. Why wasn't he answering? She tried to calm herself, trapped in the little apartment with no car, solely relying on Mark for help and here he was, not answering his phone. Ashley tried his number four more times as the panic started to set in. Maybe I'm not ready for this baby to come. What was I thinking? Two more weeks are a good thing. The cramps were somewhat painful and she was scared that he wouldn't get here soon. She thought about calling for an ambulance, but remembered that Mark said no matter what don't do that. They would all find out within a matter of hours and she would never make it away. But Jax...he wouldn't hurt her...she knew that for sure. Not if he knew it was his baby, not if he understood why. Her mind was playing tricks on her and she couldn't remember all the things that Mark had worked so hard to convince her of, she could only remember the good things, the easy things. It was all becoming real to her now and she was starting to feel desperate. There was a real baby living inside of her, and that real baby was about to be VERY real. She tried Mark two more times before...it was a sign...she just had to try...just once...if it was the right thing he would answer, on the first try of course...

She dialed the number she knew so well and waited, anxiety growing more with each ring, she knew he wouldn't recognize the number from the disposable cell she was using but if he answered she would know, she would know. Her stomach tightened again and fear started to set in, I'm not ready for this, holy shit.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Jax?"

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