Since Jax had all of the previous chapter to talk, I'm going to have Sam have most of this chapter and Chibs at the end of it.

I woke up on a table, and tried to get up. I collapsed on the floor when my leg wouldn't hold its own weight, and remembered yesterday. Sighing, I leaned against the table and rubbed my eyes. I looked out the window for anybody, and saw Jax walking towards the door.

"Hey, Jax! I kinda need some help!" I shouted. He looked over at me, and sighed. He walked in, and saw me tried to stand.

"You just got shot in the leg and are trying to stand up. What the hell are you thinking?" Jax asked, and I shrugged. He assumed correctly that I wouldn't want to be in the Chapel anymore, and moved me over to a couch and table, keeping my leg up on a table.

"I'm sorry for making you risk your life yesterday… Tig was already shot in the arm, and I feel so bad..." I said. I had been going outside to walk Princess when I heard motorcycles pull up. I knew they were Mayans, and tried to find a gun. Then my Dad had left the Chapel and saw the Mayans entering, and tried to fight against them with me. Unfortunately, they were too big for us to fight against, and when Tig had been beaten down after leaving the Chapel a few minutes after Dad, I knew it wasn't going to end well. Which, it hadn't. I had gotten shot in the leg, and Tig was shot in the arm.

"It's fine. I'm Vice President for a reason. If the Sgt. at Arms can't make the hard calls, then I have too." Jax said. I nodded, and saw Princess run up to me. She was fine, which I was thankful for. For a 6 month old puppy, she was sure powerful. I saw Dad and Tig enter the clubhouse, and when they saw me, looked shocked as hell. "I was about to leave when I heard her call for me. She was on the floor next to the table Piney set up." Jax explained. Dad sighed, and walked over to me, along with Tig.

"Your one stubborn person. I can't walk when I'm shot in the leg." Tig said. I shrugged, and watch Dad unravel the bandages.

"I have to make sure you didn't make the wound worse when you decided to run a marathon." Dad said. I pretended to act hurt, and even brought up a few tears.

"I can't believe you would say that to your own daughter." I said, whining a bit. "Besides, I wasn't planning to run any marathon. I was just hungry." I said, watching him unravel the bandages and poke around the wound.

"Of course you were hungry." Dad said. Tig snickered, and I huffed.

"Can someone get me food?!" I yelled. Gemma walked in, and put her purse down on the counter. She walked over and kissed my forehead before walking into the kitchen.

"I'll get it. Hold on sweetheart." Gemma had walked over to me 10 minutes later with eggs, toast, and bacon. My mouth watered at the sight of the crispy bacon, and I ate faster than ever. Moaning when I took the first bite of the delicious bacon, I smiled and leaned back into the couch, munching on the bacon.

"I have never seen anyone so happy to eat bacon." Jax remarked. I finished at that moment, and handed the plate to Gemma, thanking her.

"Never trust anyone who doesn't eat meat, more specifically bacon." Gemma said, walking into the kitchen with the plate. Dad wrapped my bullet wound up again, and hugged me.

"It'll be fine. You didn't do anything to it, although you should take it easy for a couple of weeks." Dad advised.

"How do you know this?" I asked him. I couldn't imagine my Dad going to college, never mind majoring in a doctor's course.

"I served in the British Army as a medic for five months until the found out I was pro-IRA." He explained, and a dark mood settled over the room. I looked at Gemma, and she walked out quickly.

"Umm… What's up with the IRA?" I asked cautiously. Tig and Jax looked shocked, and Gemma turned around faster the roadrunner running from a coyote. Piney, who had just walked into the room, walked back out of the room.

"Jimmy O'Phelan is what's up. He exiled me out, and took my wife and other daughter from me. I became a member of SAMBEL, and then was patched over to SAMCRO. A couple years after, I was sent to Oregon and met your mother. I didn't love her, but still, you were born. I know I loved you, and stayed for a year before the club demanded I leave." Dad explained. I nodded, and hugged him again. The anger seemed to evaporate from him, and he sat down next to me.

"Hey Elvis! Can we get some entertainment?" I asked. Bobby, who had just walked in, shook his head and kept on walking to the Chapel.

"No, although there is a meeting in the Chapel." Bobby said. Dad sighed, and got up, walking into the Chapel and shutting the doors after Tig, Jax, and Piney had walked in.

CHARACTER CHANGE

"I know it wasn't right to attempt to get Sam to leave now, after yesterday happened. Now she has real ties to the club, even if she did before. But we need this damn Mayan situation ended!" Clay said.

"Yeah. I can barely shoot my own gun now!" Tig shouted. I shouted yea with the rest of them, and waited for someone to speak up.

"Okay, I understand. But brains before bullets still stands and right now bullets haven't helped anything. Opie's in jail and Otto is too because of bullets." Jax said. I thought of Sam in the clubhouse, and what bullets did to her.

"Any type of retaliation we do now I can't be a part of. I need to watch Sam." I said. "I understand where you're coming from Jax, and I realize that I may be the best person here to deal with the Mayans. But my daughter needs me." I continued, explaining my situation. I got up, and walked into the clubhouse to be with Sam. Gemma showed me some pain pills after I noticed she was sleeping soundly and nodded at her. I put an arm around her after sitting down next to her. I watched the door carefully, guarding my daughter from harm.