OK, well here's the next one. With an actual interaction between our favorite psychos... So...

Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy, it belongs to Kurt Sutter. I only own Louella Delaney and Zacharias.

Chapter 2

It had been a total of four months since the last time Jackson Teller had last laid eyes on the red head in walking into his beloved clubhouse. Cages hasn't really talked to the club in a couple weeks, and whenever she did communicate with the club, he had not been the one she talked to. It was kind of nice. Seeing her. No matter how much of a psycho she is, she is family. And she can hold down her own, which Jax always respected. Cages was literally one of the guys. She can shoot like one. Fight like one. Drink like one. Act like one.

"Cages!" He yells and she turns to him, a wide smile transforming her usually stotic face to something really pretty.

Jax, along with every man that has ever seen her, knows that Louella Delaney is a looker. Start with her red hair, all natural and yet a perfect mixture of strawberry blonde and copper. Longer than Tara's or Gemma's ever had been, and ridiculously messy. He hasn't ever seen her even brush that damn hair. Move on to her pale face. No freckles whatsoever, even with the red hair, and skin paler than Sac's on a cold day. Looks really soft, but is covered in tattoos. That's another thing he really admires about Cages, her tats. She has them everywhere. Not too many, but a hell of a lot more than he has.

It's her eyes that stand out; bluer than his Gemma likes to say. A pretty blue with a grey stripe in each. Then her full, smirking mouth. Light pink and pouty while either smirking or snarling. He has been on both sides. Jax doesn't like to think of her body because of how much of a little sister she is to him. But she does have a very nice one. Cages is taller than Tara and Wendy, but she has curves between the two. Perky yet flat with lovely hips mixed in.

But what really gets to people, is her anger. Jax has some of that in common with her. When pissed, she will fuck people up. He is the same. His fuse is just longer than hers. She is more like Hap that way, not afraid to kill someone pissing her off, or messing with someone she is loyal to.

Jax is brought out of his thoughts at the sounds of his fellow brothers acknowledging the female walking with their Scottish brother. "Aye! Cagey!" He grins at her and jogs to her, ignoring the sweetbutt he was once preoccupied with.

"Jax. Hey. Where's Clay?" He notices her glazed eyes and bleeding head, also starting to swell.

He scowls. "You OK?" She glares at him, and he smirks at her. "Haven't seen you in months darlin. Curious is all." Cages rolls her eyes at him.

"Couldn't be better. Where's Clay?" Cages demands with irritation.

"Dorms." He answers with a nod in that direction and before he can say anything else, she's off towards the bedrooms.

Louella tries not to throw up as bile rises in her throat and trudges forward. Why did this have to happen tonight? Passing by a few doors, her eyes start to spin and she groans. "Dammit, ma." Cages mutters and holds her head, willing the spinning to back the fuck off.

She almost jumps as a door next to her opens. Almost. Gritting her teeth, she also almost points her .38 glock at the dark eyes smirking at her. Happy stares at her, dragging his dark eyes up and down her form before his almost black eyes meet hers. She glares at him, not wanting another person worrying about her, before walking forward. "I'm good, Chibs." The Scot stares at her, and rolls his brown eyes. "Serious Chibs. Back the fuck off." She barks at him, her anger rising and he puts his hands up in surrender and does as he's told. Cages sighs deeply and walks down the hall, stopping at closed door.

She knows that he wouldn't have a croweater of sweetbutt in there, so she just opens the door. Her mom being a porn star and all, Louella wasn't really raised on privacy. The white haired man stares at her, a mocking smile on his face. "Well, come right in."

"Sorry, prez." A ridiculously rough voice behind apologises and she grits her teeth.

"Thank you for escorting me, Lowman." She mutters, before reaching in her pants.

Clay raises his brows and she smirks at him, throwing down wads of cash onto the bed. His eyes widen. She walks forward and sets her bag down on the bed. Putting the money on the bed from her pockets and bag, she only keeps two. One for her and one for just in case something happens and it's needed. "Enjoy the cash, boys." She pats Happy's shoulder and inwardly shivers. God dammit, Lou. Knock it off. It's Hap for God's sake.

"Now where would you get all this from?" Clay's smile is back and she glares at him, not wanting to spend another thrity seconds in this damn clubhouse.

"Girl's got her secrets." She nods at the MC President before making her out of the loud club house.

Cages sighs, embracing the silence as she rests her forehead against the steering wheel. Just a couple more minutes and I'll feel better. She sighs one last painful sigh before putting the key in the ignition.

Louella sighs and puts her glock on the tall table next to her front door. She cracks her neck and places her mom's keys there as well along with her purse and sunglasses. Cages takes out the two large wads of money from her bag and quietly walks into her kitchen.

She winces as a grin covers her face at the sound of feet softly clacking against the floor. I really need to trim his claws. Her large pitbull, Tiny, comes strutting in and wags his stumped tail at the sight of his owner. "Hey, Tine." He smiles at her and quickly rushes to her.

Cages kneels down and pets the blue and white muscular animal with a grin. She's had Tiny since he was a puppy three years ago. He is one of her most precious belongings. "I know you're probably hungry bud. Just gimme a sec to take some pills and get some ice."

Louella sets the wads of cash down on the counter and quickly reaches into the drawer below her sink. She smiles wistfully at the bottle of meds and quickly pops three of the pills into her mouth. Cages dry swallows them and sighs in relief. Her blue eyes find the clock on the stove and she sighs. 11:45. He's probably in bed already. Ritta definitely is doin' something right. She grabs the wads of cash and slowly makes her way into her bedroom after quickly putting some chow into Tiny's bowl. There is a small light coming from her bedroom. Cages smiles softly and trudges her way forward. The site of a small body laying in her bed causes her headache to relieve just the smallest amount.

There is only one person other than her father that has the ability to calm her down when she feels her beast wanting blood. And that's her son. Her baby. Her life. Zacharias Ethan Delaney. The only love of her life. Her son was born four years ago when Louella was only twenty-one and much more impulsive than she is now.

Cages doesn't like thinking about the way it happened, but it did. Zac's father is dead, thank god, and she doesn't need to dwell about it. The only thing that her son has that comes from his father is his darker hair. It's still red, but it's darker. People can definitely tell that Zac is Cages' son. He has her blue eyes and her temper. He can be calm, but his fuse is short, just like hers. He is protective of his mother and loves her unconditionally. He is smart too, and he has his grandmother and grandaddy wrapped around his finger. Otto loves his grandson and so does Luann, they didn't have anymore children to have grandchildren, so they spoil Zac.

Cages kicks off her shoes and socks and rips off her bra from underneath her black tank top. She makes her way over to the safe standing in her walk-in closet and quickly types in her son's birthday. The black safe beeps and opens, revealing a pile of more large stacks of money, three guns, and her important information along with Zac's. Cages places the money in the safe and closes it with a small beep and click.

She turn off the television and takes off her jeans. Zac mumbles in his sleep and she grins at the sight. He always sleeps in her bed when she works late. Which is like three days a week.

Louella looks down at her son and runs a hand through her messy, tangled hair. His hair is dark red and curly, some getting in his beautiful face. His skin is darker than hers and she is slightly jealous of that. Her son can tan better than her. His brown lashes lay on his cheeks and his little mouth is open as he snores quietly. Zac is tall for a four year old, and his vocabulary is very good and advanced for his age.

Cages kisses his temple and strokes a curl back. Zac shifts in his sleep and mumbles before falling back asleep. She smiles and pulls back the covers. Her son immediately curls into her underneath the covers and Louella kisses his face again. "I love you momma." He whispers and she blinks away tears. Today was a hard day, and coming home, into her sons arms, holding him, always makes her feel better.

"I love you too, baby." She breathes in his scent and allows Tiny to jump on the bed before falling asleep.

Cages groans, her head pounding but feeling better. "ZAC! Answer to phone!" She yells, ignoring the evil sensation that it gives her.

She blows hair out of her face, knowing that she looks simply outrageous. At the sound of running footsteps she grins and face plants into her pillow. Zac was always an early riser, quite the opposite of his mother. He can handle himself in the mornings, she has no dilemas about that, it's just at night and for the whole day that she worries.

"Mom! It's gramma! She's mad you didn't call last night!" Louella groans again into her soft pillow and throws herself out of bed. Not caring about pants, she growls and stalks into the living room.

Zac smirks at her and hands her the phone. "Ah! Get over here, Zacharias!" She bends down and he rolls his eyes and stalks back. "Kiss, now." He giggles, and kisses her mouth. "Okay, go play." He giggles and runs off. She grins before sighing and putting the phone to her ear.

"Sorry. I forgot." She mumbles into the phone and her mother groans. Cages pulls the phone away, the sound causing her to wince.

"Dammit, Lou. I knew this was gonna happen. You need to go to the hospital." Her mother scolds and she sighs.

"Mom-"

"I don't give a shit how tough you are. You are going to a hospital and I will drive you. Get some clothes on. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." She hangs up before Cages can respond and she sighs.

"Zac! Get in here and lock the back door! Gramma's taking us to the hospital!" She rushes to her room, listening for her son's footsteps. She smiles as he runs back inside and slides the glass back door closed, and locks it with a click. Cages shuts her bedroom door and quickly gets in the shower.

The hot water makes her feel more relaxed and clean. The pounding in her head ceases a little and she smiles. After having cleaning herself, she quickly puts on a matching blue bra and panty set before sliding on some black torn nylons, black ripped short shorts, a long sleeved, tight, white shirt comes on last, with a white tank underneath it. She slides on her black hightop Converse and brushes her hair.

Cages looks in the mirror of her bathroom and bites her lip. Her hair is darkened from the water and is tangled beyond belief while her eyes glazed over, looking very concussed, and her head is slightly cut and swollen. Damn. Really need to cut back out knocking people out with my face. She winces as she touches the cut and sighs.

Louella closes her bedroom door behind her and walks into the living room to see her mother talking to her son about her. "Why does she have to go the hospital?" His little voice asks and she tries not to tear up. This is one of the reasons her mom wants her to cut back; her son. She doesn't want anything to happen to her that could affect her son.

"Well Zac, sometimes when people are really mean, your momma gets really mad and has to make them stop." She tells and Cages rolls her eyes.

"Momma! I thought you said that if you were gonna beat someone up, I had to know about it! I like when you are so tough!" He scowls at her and she grins. Louella kisses her son and he glares at her.

"I know baby, but you were already asleep." He rolls his eyes and she smacks the top of his head.

"Watch it kid. You get your temper from me, ya'know?" He nods and grins a beautiful smile at her.

"I swear to God, Louella Mae. He is more like you everyday." Luann tells her daughter and Cages kisses her mom, softening her up a bit.

"I know." She sighs and pets Tiny, quickly making sure he has food. "Okay, let's get this over with."