A.N. Hello! Thank you for reading my story, I am a sporadic updater although I will update, just be patient with me. That being said here is the third chapter, the title says it all, as you can tell this story is a very AU product of an insane muse. Thank you again and enjoy.

Chapter 3: A few year later

Donna Winston stormed into the club house, "Where is she?" she snarled at the bartender, a prospect who honestly had no idea who the women was.

"Who?" He asked.

"Rory Teller." Donna spit out the name like it was a bad piece of cheese.

"I'm right here no need to wake the whole club house with your hyena impression." Rory said coming around the corner, she had been waiting for weeks for Donna to turn up. Ever since Opie got himself thrown back in jail. Damn fool.

Donna turned to her gaping, shocked at how calm Rory could be. She had been fuming for weeks and seeing Rory so nonchalant set her off. She stormed up to the female biker and slapped her shocking the patrons into a tense silence. "Do you know the hell I have been through? This is your fault, Opie is going to be serving another 3 years because of you. You should be the one in jail, not him."

Slowly, like a snake uncoiling to slither in the grass, Rory turned her head back to Donna. Jax who had been watching the whole thing recognized the silent rage and blame in Rory's eyes. When Rory spoke the calm in her voice surprised him. "I have nothing to say to you Donna that won't make you feel insignificant, so I would appreciate it if you would get the hell out of my club house." Jax knew that Rory would lash out to hurt, but he was hoping Donna would just leave, his hopes were dashed when she started speaking again.

Donna looked at Rory as if she had grown another head, "Insignificant?!" She screeched. "I am Opie's old lady, I have as much right to be here as you do, more in fact. What are you if not an unwanted little girl trying hard to fit in to a world she was adopted into and will never fit."

Rory tired of being reminded that she was adopted and that she had lost Opie over a prank gone wrong years ago and taking Donna's constant nagging finally broke. "Donna you have no right to be here, you aren't an old lady, and you are a hag. What do you do as an old lady, do you even know? No you don't, you haven't set foot in this place since you married Opie. So no you are not and "old lady". You are no better than the crow-eaters who are only here to say they laid a biker guy, you just got lucky. As for what I am, I am the first female member of the mc or did you forget that? I ride and fight, so don't go trying to make yourself and your failure to get Opie out better by trying to tear me down. You are too small." Rory looked at Donna who had cowed slightly, but she didn't stop there Rory was itching for a fight and she wanted blood. "As for Opie being yours, you forget honey he was mine first, did you forget we grew up together? We were each other's firsts, we went at it for hours, I love the way he uses his tongue….but you already know about that don't you?" Rory smirked and turned away preparing for Donna to attack her from behind.

"You bitch!" Donna snarled as she lunged at Rory, she landed a couple of good punches before Rory reacted. Rory had Donna down and was on top of her in no time at all, Jax flew across the room and grabbed Rory knowing she would kill Donna if he let her continue. Rory was only seeing red when she felt Jax wrap himself around her and heard him whisper in her ear. "It's not your fault, calm down sis. Come back to me, come on that's my girl, calm down."

Rory finally broke down in her brothers arms, she missed Opie and wanted to see him but like the last time Clay had forbidden anyone to see him aside from himself and Jax. She hated the fact he had married Donna but she knew why he did it. The mc came first and a romance at the table was dangerous. A prime example was this last job, if he had only stayed where he was supposed to he would still be here.

At the next meeting after the event with Donna, Rory introduced a motion to take a period of extended leave from the table, everyone had a different reaction: shock, disappointment, and indifference.

"I feel that me at this table is hurting the mc how long before we lose another member because they feel they need to protect me?" She aimed a leveling glance and Jax and Clay, knowing they would be the next ones in prison. Without waiting for a vote she took off her cut and laid it on the reaper and left the sanctuary with tears in her eyes. She was headed to the one place guaranteed to make her feel a little better.

Meanwhile in the sanctuary Rory was being discussed.

"Her guilt is eating her alive, she loves Opie and this is twice she has watched him go to prison. You can't sit here and pretend not to know that Opie and Rory belong together" Jax said meeting every pair of eyes at the table.

"We know son but what is there to do?" Clay had known about Opie and Rory long before the rest of the mc. He was the one who had watched Rory harden her heart when Opie broke up with her and then even more when he married Donna.

"She hasn't officially left the table, she still retains her rank. She knows this, but let's give her a few days guys." Clay had made a decision, as the men were filing out of the room Clay asked Jax to stay behind.

"Take her to go see Opie, but tell her she has to tell him about her fight with Donna." Jax looked at Clay, then grabbed his sisters cut and went to find her.

He didn't have to search very hard, he knew where she would be. He was right he found her in the abandoned lot next to the clubhouse that their dad had bout for them right before he died. Rory, Jax, and Opie had cleaned it up and built their own version of the clubhouse. When he went in he found Rory he was curled up in Opie's corner with one of his old sweaters in her hands, she had tear streaks on her face but her breathing was deep and even. Not wanting to wake her just yet he laid on the sofa and they had moved in a few years ago and watch his sister sleep his thoughts wandering to what he had to share with her.

Rory woke up disoriented and sore from being curled up in a ball for hours. Stretching out she remembered all that had transpired not only today, but for the last few weeks and could feel the onslaught of emotions that came with them. Finally she noticed her brother across the room sleeping on the sofa.

"Jax" Rory whispered she learned the hard way two years ago that waking him up by touch was a horrible idea. "JAX!" she said alittle louder with a pillow tossed at her brother.

"What the—Hey Sis sleep well?" he asked remember why he was here.

"A little stiff, can we go back to the clubhouse I am starving."

"Sure come on."

With that they headed up the familiar path to the clubhouse. After getting something to eat and showering, Rory and Jax where on his bed in peaceful silence.

"Hey Rory would you like to so see Opie? Clay gave the go ahead, but he said you had to tell Opie about your fight with Donna."

Rory felt her whole world brighten, she was going to see Opie, she knew telling him about Donna was going to be hard but she would do it if it meant seeing him. "Yes! When were you thinking about going next?"

"Tomorrow if you think you can handle it"

"Tomorrow works but first I want to sleep."

Soon after they were both asleep and that's how Gemma found her children. She covered them with a blanket and went to find her husband.