I generally get my names for each of my fanfics from songs. I forgot to mention that the title of this fic is based off of the song "Don't Go" by Terminal Choice. I just happened to be listening to the song when I started the first chapter and it seemed to fit.

I started writing this chapter early on in the week to tunnel my feelings into because my friend and I just missed getting tickets to see Norman Reedus. I can't tell you how excited I was to go…

Anyway, I'm rambling again, thank you to all of the people who continue to read this fic and thank you to CupKatyCakes and Happy's Princess for the reviews on the last chapter.

General disclaimer- I only own my OCs.

What the hell am I going to say?

Aiden swallowed slowly as Clay motioned for her to approach him. Just from listening to Gemma and Floyd's brief chat, the mother charter was neck deep in shit. The VP's son had been born prematurely with a hole in his heart and in his stomach. She'd been relieved to hear that the baby was alright.

Aiden glanced over to Jax with a shaky smile then looked at the rest of the men gathered at the table. She'd caught the names of the two men she barely recognized in passing; Tig, who refused to drop her gaze until she looked at the other, much older man, Piney. Her eyes shifted to Opie who gave a soft half smile and rubbed his dark brown hair with a gloved hand.

She gently set her hands, palms down, on the Redwood table and stared at the Reaper carved into it. She closed her eyes and exhaled firmly through her nose. The Reaper had gained many negative connotations in her mind in recent years and now, with the blood of Opie's old lady still seemingly fresh on everyone's minds. She kept her suspicions of the Club's involvement to herself.

" 's alright Darlin." Jax whispered and Chibs reached over to place his hand on hers. She nodded and turned her head to Clay and then back towards the whole group.

"The Mayans attacked the Burlington charter a few years back." Aiden bit her lip and curled her blunted nails into the table. "They attacked the President and the then candidate for replacement VP."

"I heard nothing about this." Clay's brows furrowed.

"Thatch brought the vote not to tell you to the table and it passed." Brown eyes scanned over Clay's face. "They shot his younger brother to death in front of him and pinned him to a picnic table."

Jax's ringed right hand dragged down his face and Piney crunched a cigarette in his hand. "Where were you when this was going on?"

"On the ground." She pulled one of her hands away from the table and pulled Chib's jacket closer to her. He noticed but said nothing. "They'd raped me in the house for about an hour and dragged me outside by my ankles." Tears welled up in her eyes, "They made him watch as they cut away my breasts."

Even Tig was at a loss for words. Clay rested his head on his left hand after Jax slammed both of his down on the table. He clasped the underside of the table with his right hand and inhaled. "Why?"

Aiden shook her head and drew back to the wall. Sunlight streamed in from the small uncurtained window. "It's not my place to say."

"That bullshit." Chibs startled her as he stood up.

"It's true." She held her hands up and pressed her back hard against the wall. "I can't…." Chibs frowned and cracked his shoulders to calm down before he held his hand out to her. She shook her head and stayed firm. "The force of the attack caused me to miscarry." That wasn't entirely the truth but it would do for now.

Jax muttered "Jesus Christ" for the millionth time under his breath as Chibs tried again to coax her away from the wall.

"I came to California to find them." Her hands shook as she pulled at the edge of the leather jacket's sleeves. "I came to kill them and I messed up. That's why you found me on the side of the road."

Piney inhaled some of his oxygen and kept his eyes closed. Tig's eyes landed on Clay who hadn't lifted his head from his hand and Opie's fingers interlaced as he looked to Jax.

"The President of the charter.." Clay paused, "Bill Thompson. I heard he was ill."

"He's got liver cancer." Aiden wiped her face with the back of her hand, "Terminal. When I left I'd say he had a few months left."

"And the VP?"

Aiden's upper teeth nearly tore her bottom lip off as she suppressed her memories and anger. It took her a moment to respond, "He's a good man. Been through a lot of shit though." She exhaled sharply, "I need some air."

"Go." Clay waved his right hand and she fled with no regards on how hard the door slammed behind her.

Chibs cleared his throat and rapped on the door to his room. There was no answer so he slowly pushed it open with his foot and poked his head through. He noted the bathroom door was closed and decided against his original decision to open it.

Gemma knocked lightly and he waved her in.

"Shite Gemma," his left palm pressed to his forehead to suppress his headache.

Gemma watched the Scot drop to his bed and rub his temples and then made her way to the bathroom.

Aiden opened the door a crack and peeked through it. She noticed Chibs on the bed and frowned. Gemma sighed and pushed the door until the mid-twenty something steered clear of it. "Come." It was a use of her power as Mother Superior.

Chibs turned his gaze to the two women and refrained from saying anything. He kissed the backs of Aiden's hands, slid a house key into Gemma's hand, and then let go.

"I'm getting too old for this shit." Bill chuckled under his breath as he shifted through the charter's recent arrest and new member records. He had taken over Thatch's duties so the man could get some form of his sanity back. What was worse, the mother charter had called an audience. He tried to think of a reason he would be forced to stand in front of the son of a bitch Clay Morrow and the high arrest rate was the only thing he could come up with.

"I heard." The President's brow furrowed as he set the paperwork aside. His VP had leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.

"You know better than to tell a new prospect to relay a vague message." He noted the man's elegant handwriting hadn't faded with the cancer. "Clay wants to us." He snorted and sucked on his septum, "Do you want me and Rick to go in your place?"

Bill shook his head with great trepidation. "I want to know why, after all these years, he wants to see us."

Thatch questioned the man's ability to make the trip but held his tongue. Besides, Bill always had a knack reading into him. Said he reminded him of himself twenty years ago. Mid 90's Bill must've been some fucked up kind of guy.

"I can hear your doubt from here, boy." He coughed into his dirty handkerchief and slipped it back into his cut's inner pocket. "I'll make it."

"Just us?" Thatch rubbed his hand over his stubble and watched at Bill nodded once. "Alright, just tell me the day." He coughed and shifted so his back was to the President. "I promise."

Bill Thompson watched the Reaper on his VP's back until it faded out at the end of the hallway. He exhaled slowly and fumbled slightly with the prepaid on the yard sale table that served as his desk. He dreaded these calls. His fingers hesitantly punched in the numbers and he held the plastic phone up to his ear.

"Hola," He coughed slightly and ran his hand over his nearly bald head, "¿Puedo hablar con Marcus?"

My Spanish is a bit rusty. ( I haven't used it in almost three years) so if you see anything wrong with it in this chapter and in later chapters, please let me know.

I also write fanfics as the ideas come to me. i've tried outlining a whole fic in one sitting and I can only get through the first five chapters. For this fic, chapters 1-4 were already outlined and now i'm sitting down to outline 6-8.

Thank you for reading.