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Megan: I have read every single review you have left. You are one of my most loyal followers. Thank you so much for your support. Anyways, in this chapter, you will have most of the questions you've had about Dru answered. In my previous stories I had told her story about after she left SAMCRO and got into the hands of the IRA. What I have never mentioned before was what happened to her after she escaped the IRA's clutches. Well, after reading this chapter you will finally know. As far as what I'm going to do after this story ends...I have no idea if I'm going to continue writing about Dru and Jax or not. I don't even know how I'm going to end this story yet. It depends on how the final season ends. Also, thank you so much for telling me that you finally found a female character that you liked being a part of the SOA world. I appreciate the fact that you love Dru so much.

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Fallon: End of an Era

The entire drive over to August's construction site, Dru was a ball of nerves. She had prior knowledge of what the Sons were going to do as she was gone. God knows she could keep a secret even under the worst torture possible. However, she was also aware that August Marks was not the person to cross. She knew what happened to the people who did. She had never been one to deal out the punishment for him, but she had contacts all over the world. The horror stories made their rounds.

When she pulled up she saw that the Rolls Royce had already arrived. The moment of truth was upon her. One of August's men was trying to escort her to the car, but she refused to get inside. No enclosed spaces for her. Not only because she was suspicious of August's intentions, but also because of her past. The IRA had locked her in a room for months. Due to that, she had become somewhat claustrophobic.

Instead, August climbed out from his luxury ride. "You're making this more difficult, Drusilla."

"Yeah, well, me and enclosed spaces don't exactly mix well," she remarked.

August scoffed. "Isn't that a coincidence? The Sons and I are not exactly mixing well at the moment."

Dru rolled her eyes. "I have nothing to do with that, August. I don't choose sides. You know how I work."

"You're on Jax's side by being romantically involved with him. Although with you growing up the Princess of SAMCRO it was only a matter of time before you got together with the Prince."

"With the business that I'm in, you know that's not possible. I wouldn't make a living that way."

"You also wouldn't be alive, Drusilla," August told her.

She shrugged. She had to give him that one. "True. So, why am I here, August? You wouldn't tell me over the phone."

"You in a hurry for a reason?" he questioned her.

"I'm always in a hurry. I'm not exactly the most patient person."

August sighed. "I came here to get intel from you. You're the only person I know who would have it and actually give it to me."

"For a price, yes."

He simply nodded his head. "Well, depending on what and how much you give me will tell me how much to pay you."

"You know I don't work that way, August. I put the price upfront, I get my money, and then you get your information."

"How much?" he growled.

"Don't get hostile with me or you won't get anything at all," Dru snapped.

"Just give me what I want, Drusilla," he demanded.

"What do you want to know?"

"I want to know what the Sons are planning. You're the only person who would know that since you're so close with them. Or I should say, since you're so close with the President."

She went cold. Dru had questioned coming here. She'd had her doubts; distrusted what August wanted.

"I can't do that," she told him.

"Can't or won't?" August questioned.

"Both." Dru sighed. "I'm not choosing sides. I'm not choosing yours and I'm not choosing theirs. You're gonna have to accept that."

"I don't have to accept anything," he shook his head. "What I can do, and already have, is put in a simple phone call to one of my friends on the Senate. He, in turn, got in touch with the Secretary of Defense." Dru's hair stood up on the back of her neck as he continued. "I had no idea you were so close with the Secretary."

"August, what the fuck did you do?"

"I put a leash on you, Drusilla. It was the only thing I could do. I've always liked you. I didn't want you to be caught in the crosshairs of this war. I won't have your death on my conscience after all of this is over. Now your boyfriend on the other hand…well, that's a different story. I respected Jackson, but he betrayed me. He has to pay."

The only words she heard in that entire speech was 'I put a leash on you' and 'He has to pay'. She knew what the last one meant, but the first…she had a good feeling what that one meant too. She would have to find a loophole out of it.

"I'm going to tell you something right now, August," she softly said. "If I have to sever my ties to my government contacts to keep you out of my business, I will. Besides, you and I both know that I am more valuable than you and your goddamn gangster crew. You're a wolf in sheep's clothing. You give off this air of charm and innocence, when in all reality you're more vicious than most. I bet your political ties wouldn't like that very much if they were to find out."

Dru watched as his face couldn't hold the blank stare any longer. She could actually see a little apprehension there.

"I can make that happen," she continued. "I can make sure your politicians see just exactly what kind of man you are. Do you want that, August?"

August began chuckling. The anxiety had left him. "I put a leash on you, Drusilla. There's nothing you can do."

Dru clicked her tongue. "You forget, August. Before I was a government player, I was a player for the other side; the more illegal and malicious side. The Sons began the illegal side, but the IRA finished the malicious side. They built a killing machine—cold, calculating…" she drifted off to let him think about what she was saying. "If you only knew the type of training I had to go through to become that for them, you wouldn't know whether to be horrified or applaud for me. And here you are trying to 'put a leash on me'. You honestly think that matters? I can remove that leash, August. Nothing is stopping me."

He nervously sniggered. "The Senator told me—"

"The Senator doesn't know shit, August!" she snapped. "The Secretary of Defense can put a leash on me all day if he wants, but he also knows I do more damage if I don't play for the good side every now and then. So, in the grand scheme of things, your phone call didn't accomplish anything. In other words, August, fuck off."

Dru turned to walk off. She always got the last word in. She knew how to play with her opponents. Not that she had wanted to make August Marks an opponent, but she'd had no other choice. At the same time, she would have to mind her p's and q's. Technically, the Secretary of Defense could put a leash on her, but she had ways around that.

However, for right now, she had to get back to her other business. She would have to tell Jax about what happened here this evening. Her hands were somewhat tied now. But, she had a phone call to make first. Henry Lin couldn't get out on bail, and the only favor to call in there was to the U.S. Attorney General.

Before she had gotten back into Charming, she had already received five missed calls—three from Jax, one from Chibs, and the other from Bobby. They had all called during her meeting with August. She was annoyed. There was nothing Dru hated worse than a couple of men that couldn't think that a woman couldn't handle herself. Obviously, even with all of her training, the boys thought that she was a damsel in distress. Well, that was the last thing she was.

She arrived at Jax's house and found his motorcycle sitting in the driveway. Apparently they had already taken care of the 'black' business and had taken Juice somewhere for safe keeping until morning.

Dru walked up to the door and knocked on it. She hoped he wasn't asleep. It was damn near midnight. She hadn't planned on taking this long, but there had been other things that needed to be taken care of first. The phone call to the U.S. Attorney General had been a doozy. It had taken her, what seemed like, forever for her to persuade him into keeping Lin without bail. The only thing that had been pinned on him was a drug charge. That certainly didn't warrant them needing to keep Lin in lockup. By the end of the conversation, Dru had confessed what little she could without waving a damn red flag at SAMCRO. However, she had gotten what she wanted from him. Lin would stay in jail until his trial began.

'And Gemma didn't have to say shit,' Dru thought.

The door opened to reveal Jax in a white t-shirt and his jeans. He grinned. "You're back."

"I told you I can take care of myself. There was no need for all those freaking phone calls," she complained walking over the threshold.

"You were meeting with August Marks," he told her shutting the door. "According to you, he knows everything."

"He does know everything," she cut in. "Or at least enough to want information on your activities."

His brow furrowed. "So, that's what he wanted from you—information on us?"

Dru nodded. "Information on the Sons; your plans, your whereabouts, your weaknesses. You name it, he wanted it."

"You didn't give it to him, I assume."

"Of course not," she scoffed. "I had to fight him tooth and nail. Nevertheless, I won in the end. But listen, Jax, we have a problem. Or at least I do."

"And what problem is that?" he asked.

Dru heavily sighed. "I can't help you anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I can't help you anymore."

"Why?"

"August made a phone call to a Senator that he had ties to. The Senator, in turn, made a phone call to the Secretary of Defense. He basically tied my hands."

"The Secretary of Defense? You mean, the guy who helped break your ass out of prison."

"One and the same."

Jax shook his head. "You're gonna have to be a little bit more specific, Dru. You're gonna have to give me details on how the Secretary of Defense tied your hands."

"To explain that I would have to tell you everything, and I can't do that, Jackson."

"You can give me enough to make me understand," he demanded.

Dru took a seat on the couch and ran her hands through her hair. She didn't even know where to start, and it made her nervous with Jax hovering over her.

"When I escaped the IRA I hadn't planned on continuing with the work that I had been doing, but I popped up onto the U.S. government's radar. I had killed some political figures in other countries. My identity had become known. One of our agency's here tracked me down, and no, I can't tell you which agency. They technically don't exist.

"Anyways, they brought me. I was being held in some sort of safe house. I don't even know where since they had blindfolded me. There was a man that showed up. Let's just say that in exchange for my freedom I became a weapon for the U.S. government. I became a weapon and a ghost.

"I went on with my life as if I was an everyday civilian. I moved from place to place, did odd jobs here and there, but every once in a while I would receive orders. They were assassination orders. So, not only have I killed for the IRA, but I've killed for U.S. government too.

"This is where most of my contacts come from is through that line of work. My intel that I've collected over the years have come from them. Not all of it, because I've obtained other contacts besides government ones. Most of the time they're the ones who are more reliable and more trustworthy, if you can believe that.

"Two years ago, the government stopped using me for such purposes. I'm now in the business of collecting intel and keeping an eye on things; making sure everything stays just and peaceful. I know a lot of things that can get me killed. I have killed enough people that were in power to receive the death penalty if certain people were to know of my involvement. Drusilla Fallon theoretically doesn't even exist, which is why I called myself a ghost earlier.

"However, the Secretary of Defense knows all of this. He keeps that hanging over my head to preserve control over me. But because I know what I know, and I can always find out more, they can't kill me. I'm too valuable. I'm held in high esteem."

Jax nodded after taking all of it in. "So, that's why they broke you out of prison."

"It's why I was broke out and why I was protected what time I stayed in. I am gold to them. I'm the biggest treasure they have," Dru told him.

"But what did you mean by the Secretary of Defense has tied your hands?" he questioned.

"Just that," she shrugged. "He's tied my hands. August has a lot of political ties. He called one Senator. I know that he at least has ten more in his pockets."

"But you have more sway, so what does it matter?"

"It matters because the Senate could go under. The entire checks and balances that are in place to keep control over our government could be no more."

Understanding dawned on Jax. "You knew all this. That's why you told me not to fuck with August."

Dru began to slowly nod. "Of course I knew. I just couldn't say anything."

"So, why are you saying it now?" he asked.

"Because I'm telling you my hands are tied. I can't go to battle with August. If I do, my services are rendered. I threatened August earlier telling him I didn't care what he did, that he hadn't accomplished anything by calling his Senator, but in all reality he did. If I lose the government contacts that I have, if I stop playing both sides and only choose one, I will die, Jackson. They will no longer feel the need to protect me.

But I will tell you this. For you, for the Sons, I will choose a side; your side. For right now, I'm neutral, but if there comes a day when your lives are in danger and I know that I can help, I will no longer be neutral. Do you understand?"

Jax just simply stared at her. He knew what she was saying. He just didn't want to hear it.

"Yeah," he whispered.