A/N: I do not own anything about Sons of Anarchy. It belongs completely to Kurt Sutter, and I am just so glad to be allowed to play in the wonderful world he created.

If you see someone way, WAY out of character, let me know.

Okay guys, here's where we veer off from Kurt Sutter's amazing storyline. *winks and chuckles* Hold on.

Chapter Six

Charlie exited her truck and headed towards the clubhouse, flicking her cigarette onto the ground as Happy parked his bike. As she stomped into the front room, she saw Half-Sack cleaning tables and noticed that the doors to the chapel were closed.

"Clay?" She asked, looking over at Half-Sack. Charlie heard Happy enter the room behind her.

"They're at chapel. Meeting with… They're in a meeting." Half-Sack said, looking at Charlie and then down at the floor at the death glare she gave him.

"What? Without Killer?" Charlie scoffed, tossing the glare back at Happy. He just stood there with a blank look on his face. "I need to talk to Clay."

Charlie started towards the double doors and Half-Sack flung himself in front of the doors.

"Y-you can't go in there." He stuttered, finally looking her in the eyes. "Clay'll kill me. I- I can't let you go in there."

Charlie growled and pushed him into the doors, bouncing his head off of them. "Clay!" She yelled. "I suggest you wrap up the meeting before I take off the prospects fucking head!"

The doors opened behind Half-Sack and he fell into Tig, who rocked his hips against him and pushed him into the floor. "If I wanted you to sit on my dick, prospect, I'd tell you."

"What the fuck is so important, Charlie?" Clay growled as he came around from the front of the table, an angry look on his face.

"Call off your fucking guard dog, Clay. I'm done. No more shadows, okay? If the League or Weston were going to do anything, they would've made their move already. I swear to God, I will cut out Happy's fucking tongue if you don't pull him off my ass." Charlie ranted, clenching her fists angrily.

"From what I remember," a voice said from her right, "you didn't really have a problem with things in your ass."

The room went silent and everyone turned towards the voice in shock, including Charlie. She felt the blood drain from her face when she saw Ron Tully leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. A small smirk was situated on his pale face. Tully pushed off from the wall and took a few steps towards her, and Charlie backed up quickly, slamming into a hard body behind her. She let out a small gasp and jerked away from the body, looking to see Happy behind her with a confused look on his face.

"I have to go." Charlie whispered, and she mentally slapped herself for being so weak. "Work." She continued, a little more loudly this time, but still barely above a whisper.

Charlie took off quickly towards the door, reaching her hand to the back of her jeans and feeling for her Makarov, then remembering that she had left it under the front seat in her truck because she had went into the police station.

"Charlie!" Someone called out behind her; she couldn't tell whose voice it was because of the ringing in her ears and the loud gulps of air she was taking in. She faintly heard footsteps behind her, and she started running for her truck. "Charlie!" She heard her name again, but she kept going. Her truck was so close; her gun was so close. A hand closed around her upper arm and pulled her to a stop. Instinctively, Charlie jerked around, balled her right fist closed, and slammed her knuckles into a nose, hearing the bones crack. It was Opie.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Opie growled, letting go of Charlie's arm and putting a hand to his nose gently. Blood was starting to flow from his nose and he looked at her. "What the fuck was that about?"

The rest of the club was pouring out of the clubhouse, and Charlie saw Tully following behind them. He still had that smirk on his face, and winked at her as she made eye contact with him.

"I'm sorry, Ope!" Charlie gasped out between deep breaths. "I- I just- I have to go." Charlie turned around and grasped the door handle on her truck, but her hands were so sweaty and shaking so hard that she couldn't keep hold of it. She bit back a sob that threatened to escape from her throat and blinked away tears that formed in her eyes. She had to hold it together until she left TM. Charlie wiped her hands on her jeans quickly and tried the door again, finally opening it and pulling herself into the truck. She closed the door behind her and started the truck, glad that she had left the keys in the ignition; she didn't think that she could put the key in the ignition because her hands were shaking so badly. Charlie backed the truck up and tore out of the lot, barely missing Gemma's Cadillac as it pulled in.

"What the fuck was that?" Clay asked as he watched Charlie's truck disappear. He turned and looked at Tully.

"We've met before." Tully said lightly. "Seattle. Brotherhood's starting to branch out, and I was in Seattle on business when… our paths crossed."

Piney stepped towards Tully and grabbed hold of the front of his shirt. "That was more than a friendly meeting, you peckerwood. My daughter was scared of you. That was terror on her face."

Tully looked lazily over at Clay before speaking. "I suggest you get the old timer off of me, Clay. That is, if you want my help."

Bobby and Tig each put a hand on Pineys' shoulder and backed him away from Tully, who straightened his shirt out and smiled coldly. "Well, I'm sure Charlie will fill you all in on our… past. I'll be around when you've made a decision and decide to reach out."

Clay shook his hand as Tully walked past him. "You might want to ice that." He told Opie as he walked to his Mustang and got in. The club watched as he pulled out of the lot.

Clay turned to Chibs and said, "Find Charlie. I want to hear this fucking story before we vote."

Chibs nodded and started towards his bike when he heard Happy speak.

"She was making out with the Deputy Chief earlier. Might want that story too." Happy said roughly, shrugging his shoulders.

Clay sighed and shook his head. "Jesus Christ. Why me?"

Charlie broke down sobbing as she pulled into the driveway of Chibs' house. She put the truck in park and cut the engine, but couldn't make herself do any more. Her body was wracked with sobs and tears clouded her vision. She hadn't ever expected to see Tully again, let alone in the chapel of SAMCRO. The shock combined with the memories made her sob harder. Get it together, Charlie. For fucks sake, you can handle this. She told herself as she took a few deep breaths, but she couldn't stop the sobs. He can't have this control over you. You're in Charming. You're home. These men won't let anyone hurt you.

Charlie pulled her keys from the ignition and opened the truck door. She stepped down onto the pavement slowly, wiping tears as she went. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around her waist and another around her neck, a hand covering her mouth. She immediately began to scream and jerk away from the person, but he held on tighter. Her keys dropped from her hand as she attempted to fight back, but a man came in front of her and grabbed her arms. He was wearing a mask, and she couldn't recognize him. He reached around behind her and pulled the Makarov from the waistband of her pants before forcing a handkerchief over her mouth and nose. The man behind her removed his hand and she felt the cloth cover her mouth and nose, then everything went black.