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Fallon: End of an Era

It was quite a long drive out to the rural area that Renee O'Leary had made a home at. Dru wondered why anyone would want to live this far away from civilization. Considering what her husband was into, it made perfect sense though.

They parked right in the driveway. This was a friendly visit. No reason to sneak up on them.

But yet, Dru immediately got a bad feeling. "It's quiet. Too quiet."

"Maybe the revolution took a day off," Tig retorted.

Suddenly, there were gunshots going off and bullets coming their way. They took cover behind the two trucks sitting there. "Fuck my life," Dru muttered as she squatted next to Jax.

They stopped shooting. Jax took the opportunity to speak to them. "What the hell you shooting for?!" he yelled. "We just wanna talk about Gibb O'Leary."

The gunshots started again for just a moment.

"Hey! We got no beef with anyone in there!" Chibs shouted.

And there went the gunshots again. Dru was getting really tired of being shot at. "I'm gonna put a bullet in whoever is shooting that fucking gun," she told Jax.

"I guess they don't feel like talking," Rat commented.

"Ya think?" Dru sarcastically remarked.

"What do you wanna do now, Jackie?" Chibs asked him.

About that time, they heard the sound of a dirt bike coming their way. Dru put two and two together. "Well, I know what I'm gonna do," she said. Dru aimed her pistol at the dirt bike and shot out the front tire. The boy on the dirt bike began flailing around as he lost control of the dirt bike. He landed roughly on the ground. He wasn't hurt since he instantly got back up on his feet.

"Get the hell out of there, Denny!" a woman from inside the house shrieked.

The boy pulled a gun from his pants and aimed it at Dru and the Sons. Dru put hers directly on him. "Put it down," she ordered.

"You do what she says, kid. She's not someone you wanna mess with," Tig added.

"Stupid shithead," a man's voice shouted from the house.

"Just put it down," Jax said. The boy did as he was told as Happy took a hold on him. "We've got five guns pointed at a kid out here. All we wanna do is talk. We're not gonna hurt anyone."

"Let the kid go. I'll come out," the man told them.

"You haven't exactly earned my trust yet, bro," Jax retorted.

"Put the gun down!" Chibs shouted.

"Not until you let him go!" the man shot back.

Then a woman suddenly appeared on the porch. "Put the gun down, Carl," she demanded. When he didn't she looked at him. "I'll cut you in your sleep, old man." She walked forward and yelled for Denny to come to her. Dru figured this was Renee O'Leary.

Jax gave the okay to Happy to let him go. The boy quickly apologized to his mother as the man shoved him in the house. Bullets hit the house.

"Go ahead! Hit him again!" Tig yelled.

"Tig," Jax said. Tig threw up his hands in surrender.

They began walking towards the house. "Are you Gibb's mom?" Jax asked her.

"Yeah."

"What the hell is all this?"

"Carl is Gibb's stepdad. His real dad is a member of your club." That bit of information certainly threw them all for a loop. "He called me about a week ago and said that Gibb was killed; happened on a job and he had to get rid of the body and keep it quiet," she continued. "I didn't get to say goodbye to my boy. I couldn't give him a proper burial. I was pissed off and threatened to call the cops, which clearly I would never do. I figured you guys were here to keep me quiet."

Jax shook his head. "Who's his father?"

"Jury White," Renee replied.

They looked at one another. They tried to keep the shock down to a minimum. Dru even had difficulty doing it.

"And if you ain't here for Jury," she continued, "what do you wanna know about Gibb?"

"He was a friend of mine," Rat spoke up. "We did boo together. We've been trying to track him down."

"Oh," Renee nodded. "I'm sorry, son."

"Yeah, me too."

"Look, will you do me a favor?" Jax asked. "Don't tell Jury we were here. I'd like to pay my respects in person."

"I never talk to him," she shook her head. "I'm sorry for the hostile welcoming. Carl gets a little paranoid."

"Yeah, I can see that. I'm sorry for your loss."

They walked away with Jax complimenting Rat on his quick thinking. Happy met them at the beginning of the fence to tell Jax that Tyler had come up empty handed on information on Bobby's whereabouts.

Dru wasn't about to argue with him on that. They had bigger fish to fry.

"So, Jury must've been the one to take Gibb's body from the house, sold Lin's heroin. Maybe he put it together," Chibs said.

"He was the only other one who knew where you were storing the Chinese guns," Dru added. Even though she loved Jury, she wouldn't be blind to his betrayal.

"Call Jury," Jax told them. "Have him meet us halfway. Soder Creek or Pine Grove, somewhere quiet. Just him and his VP. Tell him it's urgent, that I need council on how to handle the Triads."

"What are you going to do, Jax?" Chibs questioned him.

"I'm gonna find out if our rat is a Reaper."

Dru watched as Jax hugged Jury. She could tell he was pulled tighter than a spring. He was more than a little tense. Then again, finding out that your father's best friend betrayed you in the worst way possible was unforgivable. But Dru could see Jury's side of it too. That had been his boy.

"Any word on Bobby?" Jury asked him.

"Not yet," Jax muttered.

"Diosa, West, and now Bobby…shit is coming apart in Charming."

"We've had some setbacks."

"What's so urgent with the Triads?"

"This isn't about the Triads," Jax shook his head. "Someone gave us up to Lin; gave up the location of the Chinese guns. That's why West was killed and our girls slaughtered."

"Someone?" Jury probed.

"You're the only other one who knew the location of that warehouse."

"You better have all your facts before you throw that kind of accusation at me."

"I know Gibb O'Leary was your son," Jax exclaimed. "You should've come to us."

"I didn't know you were gonna kill two innocent men. That shotgun you used? It was the same one I used during the Chinese fire fight." Jury paused as Jax nodded. "I didn't raise Gibb. I only saw him twice in twenty years. He looked me up when he got back from Iraq. We were just getting to know each other. None of my guys knew he was my son and I didn't say anything about finding him dead."

"You should've told me," Jax said. "Ratting us out to the Chinese…that only made things worse."

"I wanted you dead, Jackson. But I'm no rat. I didn't tell Lin shit."

"I don't believe that," Jax whispered.

"So, what now? You gonna gun me down without a vote? Is that who you are now?" Jury questioned him.

"Don't try and put this on me, Jury!" Jax shouted. "You're the one who betrayed the patch!"

Dru had ignored the conversations between Jury's VP and the rest of the guys. She had put her full focus on Jax and Jury's exchange. Everyone heard Jax raise his voice though. They began creeping up on the pair.

"Wait," Jax ordered.

"You had the chance to do something good for this club. Something your old man always wanted. But you turned into everything he hated. You became the poison, the reason he checked out," Jury enlightened him.

A lone tear fell from Dru's eyes.

"Checked out of what?" Jax shrugged.

"I was the only one J.T. trusted at the end."

"You weren't even a member of the club back then."

"That's why. I knew the life, but I didn't wear his patch. I was just a friend, a safe ear."

"So, what did he tell you?" Jax asked.

"John couldn't live with what the club had become. But he also couldn't bring himself to take it down."

"Take it down how?"

"He wrote some kind of book. I never read it. But whatever was in it, if it would've gotten out, it destroyed the Sons and tore apart his family. What do you think happened to your old man that day out on 580?"

"Clay sabotaged his bike," Jax answered.

"Yeah, we heard those rumors. But there was one thing that didn't hook up for me. That Panhead was an extension of John. He would've known if anything was wrong with it the second he kicked it over," Jury told him.

"Meaning what? You think my old man ran into that semi on purpose?"

There were times in the past four years that Dru had her own suspicions. She hadn't wanted to believe that her Uncle John, who was strong and willful, would've taken his own life. But Jury had a point. John had been living a life that his conscience couldn't live with. She wanted to believe that Clay had killed him. It was simpler. The other possibility just hurt.

"I don't know," Jury shrugged. "Maybe it was his sacrifice; a way of letting his club and his family survive."

"My old man didn't kill himself."

"It doesn't matter. As long as he ain't here to see what SAMCRO did to you and to Dru."

Jax punched him sending Jury to the ground. Dru watched as Jury reached for the gun that had fallen out of his pants when he hit the ground. Jax was too quick. He put a bullet right in Jury's head.

And Dru's heart broke.

In the middle of the chaos that erupted after Jax shot Jury, Quinn had contacted Tig and told him that something had happened back at the house. They rode there with a single-minded purpose.

They arrived there fairly quickly and practically ran into the house. Everyone had congregated in the kitchen. Dru swiftly bypassed all that crap and went towards the heart of the problem.

'NO SON IS SAFE'

She read the four words over and over again. The fear still didn't leave her heart. She was nearly quivering from the terror that was drowning her soul. How easily they had gotten in.

She heard the others coming in. Jax was the first. His face said it all. He was just as frightened as she was.

"They had to get in when we went to go get Abel and Quinn was out with Brooke," Nero told them. "I guess they must've been watching the house."

"Yeah," Jax scoffed. "Can you give me a minute with my guys?"

"Yeah, okay," Nero nodded. "I'm staying here tonight. I can have a few of my guys sit out front if you need Quinn." Rat closed the door behind him.

Tig immediately asked about the biggest problem they had. "What do we do about Bobby?"

Chibs placed a hand on Jax's shoulder. "We're running out of time, Jackie," he declared.

"Yeah, I know," Jax muttered. "Alright, call Tyler. Have him set up a meet with Moses. I'll give him the body and the statement, but I am not handing over the mother and kid for August to kill."

"Aye. Let's go, guys. Come on."

They left him alone with his thoughts; except for Dru.

"I'm not in the mood, Dru," he warned her.

"You better get in the mood, Jackson. You need to make a decision."

"I already have!" he bellowed as he stood up from Abel's bed he had been sitting on. "I told you that I wasn't risking you. That hasn't changed, even after this!" he said pointing at the wall.

"This," she emphasized pointing a finger at the wall as well, "changes everything. They got into Gemma's house. Next time, everyone might not be gone when they decide to raid the house again. Plus, they have Bobby! I can fix this for you. Please let me."

Jax stared at her. Dru was such a passionate person when it came to something that really mattered to her. He knew the only thing she was concerned about were his boys' safety. Jax acknowledged that Dru could help him out of this tight spot, but he refused to use her. She couldn't choose a side, not when he knew the consequences if she did so.

"No," he finally answered. "And don't bring it up again." Then Jax walked out of the bedroom leaving Dru alone.

In the end, the offer didn't matter. Moses sent another package to Jax.

'Don't bring it up again,' that's all she kept hearing. She knew arguing with Jax wasn't going to modify anything about the situation. Dru had told him that she wouldn't choose a side until he asked for help. What Jax didn't know was that she was close to making the decision for him.

And God rest her soul if she did.