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Fallon: End of an Era

Jax was anxious as hell to see Juice. He was never a patient person, but this was testing his limits. He heard the door opening and was surprised to find Tully coming in instead.

"I had to come up. It was the only way I could secure the room," Tully told him as he took a seat. "Pretty Puerto Rican's on his way."

"I appreciate it," Jax nodded his head.

"I talked to Otis. I heard our black and white problem's been solved."

"Yeah. He's a solid guy."

Tully began digging at his side and pulled out a cell phone. He sat it on the table. "Lin's confession. Juice put him down this morning. Clean. There will be no blowback."

"He's dead?"

"Yeah. That was the plan, wasn't it?"

Jax nodded his head and muttered, "Yeah."

"What about Ortiz? Does that pay off his sins?" Tully asked.

"I'm not sure."

They heard the buzzer and in walked Juice. Tully turned back to Jax and said, "Let me know."

"Thank you," Jax said shaking his hand.

Jax overheard the flirtatious remark that Tully gave Juice. He observed him sitting down in front of him. He didn't quite know how to start the conversation he needed to have with him. He was so overwhelmed with emotion that he was oblivious how to begin. It wasn't a discussion he looked forward to having.

"Did Tully tell you about Lin?" Juice asked.

"Yeah," Jax bobbed his head.

"It wasn't Jury. It was Barosky. All about money."

Jax struggled to swallow behind the emotion welling up. "And you believed him?"

"If anything Lin would want to hurt the club. He has no reason to protect Jury," Juice replied. "I did everything you asked, Jax."

"I found out Gemma was helping you hide. The Chinese guy she I.D.'d, he was in Vegas the night Tara was murdered. Why would you go to my mom to hide from the club?" Jax gasped for breath struggling to keep the tears at bay. "Did she owe you a favor?"

"We just kinda, uh…found each other."

"Yesterday my five year old son cut his own arm. Deep scratches. And then he told his teacher it was Gemma that did it. We spent the afternoon with Child Services," Jax explained. "Last night I decided to tell him that Wendy was his first mom. I thought it might give him some comfort knowing he had another mother. When I put him to bed he asked me if Gemma had killed Tara to make room for Wendy. But when I pressed him on why he would ask this he said he overheard Gemma telling his little brother that she was sorry she killed his mommy."

"Jesus," Juice murmured.

"You see, nothing makes sense to me, Juice," Jax's voice broke. The emotions were too high now. He had nowhere to put them. "Is my kid delusional? Cutting himself…making up stories… Or is he tormented, trying to wrap his little mind around something horrible? See, every scenario seems insane to me." He paused. "My son is twisted up. He just lost his mom. Before I send in a team of shrinks to twist him up more and create deeper wounds, I need the truth. Somehow I know you're the one who can give it to me."

"I'm really sorry about Abel," Juice told him.

"Was it true?"

Juice softly scoffed as silent tears rolled down his face. "I went to your house that night," he began. "Looking for Gemma like you asked. I was still trying to wrap my head around what you said to me…about betraying you. I found Unser's truck at your house. When I went inside, Tara was dead. The place was trashed. She must've gotten in a brawl with Gemma. Your mom was sitting at the kitchen table smoking a cigarette. She was unresponsive. Freaked out. Covered in blood. Eli was dead too. I can only assume your mom killed him too to keep him from calling it in."

Juice discerned Jax breaking down in front of him. He could feel his anguish. As upset as he was, Juice knew it was for his boys. He had watched his President with the lovely Dru Fallon. Jax was irrevocably in love with her. He was hurting more from Gemma's betrayal than the loss of Tara.

"And then Gemma needed you as much as you needed her," Jax stated. "What about the Chinese?"

"We had to put the kill on someone. The way she killed her…so brutal. It felt gang related. I didn't want it to come down on brown and Nero, so I told Gemma to use the Chinese. We came up with the story," Juice finished.

"Bobby's dead. August's retaliation for us going after Lin. They cut out his eye. They cut off his fingers. And then they shot him in the head right in front of me."

"Oh, God, I'm—"

"Don't say you're sorry!" Jax barked. "Don't say anything. Thank you for telling me the truth." And then Jax looked at him with the coldest eyes. "I'll make sure it's quick."

More tears rolled down Juice's face. He closed his eyes and accepted his fate.

Dru was eager to hear back from Jax. She was sitting at the Reaper table with Chibs and Tig looking over the books that Bobby kept. She knew his sit down with Juice was at three o'clock this afternoon. She looked down at her watch and noted the time to be a little after four. Dru tapped her fingers against the table as she inspected the page in front of her.

"Jesus Christ," Chibs muttered beside of her as he threw his reading glasses to the side. "You know what? I have no idea how Bobby handled this shit." He threw his pen down and closed the book.

"Yep," Tig agreed. "We need to patch in another Jew."

"I understand it perfectly," she told them.

The three of them turned to the door whenever Jax entered. They waited till he sat down to begin asking questions.

"How'd it go?" Chibs probed.

"Juice took care of Lin," Jax told them. "It wasn't Jury. It was Barosky."

"Oh that lying son of a bitch," Tig muttered.

"This is really going to complicate things with Indian Hills," Chibs said.

"I know." Jax sighed. "Alright. I need you to call Alvarez and tell him about Barosky. We'll handle it. But it's going to impact shit in Stockton."

"When are we going to do it?" Tig asked.

"Soon. I just need to handle a family problem first."

Tig and Chibs looked at one another trying to figure out their President. Dru sat back and observed the scene before her. She could only assume that Jax finally knew the truth of Gemma's contribution to Tara's murder. Actually she didn't need to assume. She just knew. Dru could see the devastation written all over his face.

"Hey," Chibs softly said. "What's going on, brother?"

"I just need to talk to Gemma," Jax answered.

"Why? Something wrong? She okay?" Tig interrogated.

"She's fine. I just need to track down where she went. Have Hap and Rat go to her house. Have Quinn and Montez go to Diosa."

"What do they do whenever they find her?" Tig asked.

"Just have her stay put. Let's go check out TM." Jax turned to Dru. "Did you get your business done?"

She sighed as she closed the book she'd been looking at. "Not all of it, but it can wait."

Jax shook his head. "No, it's okay. I know what you're doing is important. You need to do that. We'll handle this."

"I can find her quicker than you can," Dru said.

"She only has one or two places she can really go."

She deadpanned him. "Gemma has the means to go anywhere she wants."

"Doesn't mean she will. She'll stick close because of Thomas and Abel."

"No, she won't, Jackson," Dru told him shaking her head.

Jax frustratingly groaned. "Just stay here. If I need you and your expertise, I'll call you."

She playfully saluted him as they walked out the door. When it shut behind them she leaned back in the chair. "You won't find her," she softly said, "because I'm the one that told her to run."

Dru was sending encrypted emails to her contacts when she got a call from Tig. She didn't so much as get out a hello before he began telling her about what happened between Jax and Unser. She rolled her eyes. 'Leave him alone for two seconds and he brings the entire world crashing down around him,' she thought to herself.

Apparently there was an APB out on his ass now. This is where she struggled with what to do. If he was in jail she'd be free to do what needed to be done without him getting caught in the crossfire. But yet, if he was in there, what was left that needed to be done wouldn't go down without Jax Teller's hand in it. Decisions, decisions.

"Well, I'm a popular guy," Juice sarcastically remarked as he set his sights on Unser and Jarry.

"Sit down," Jarry ordered him. The guard escorted him over and not so gently sat him down. "I understand you're getting pretty cozy with the AB in here."

"Well, that's one way to put it. What do you want?"

"It's a shame about Henry Lin, huh?" Unser stated.

"Yeah. Well, no one lives forever, right?"

"We need to know what you talked about with Teller this morning," Jarry told him.

"Watch the tape."

"Don't be an asshole."

"Trust me. All I am in here is someone's asshole," Juice retorted.

"What'd you tell Jax?" Unser questioned.

"The truth," Juice replied.

"Why is he looking for Gemma?"

"Gemma knows the truth."

"About?"

"About everything. Gemma knows every truth, behind every lie, inside every secret. She's the gatekeeper," Juice clarified.

"Listen to me, Juice. If you know anything about Tara, you've got a chance here. A chance to—"

"I have no chance," Juice cut in. "Neither do you. Your heads are shoved so far up your asses you can't see what's right in front of you," he smirked.

"And if you're tired of things getting shoved up your ass maybe we can help. But we're gonna need some cooperation, damn it!"

"It doesn't matter anymore, Sheriff. I'm all done. It's too late. For all of us."

Jarry tried a different tactic. "And what about Drusilla Fallon?"

Juice turned to her. "What about her?"

"I've read up on her. I know her family history. How she's the Princess of SAMCRO. Four years ago she disappeared under some mysterious circumstances."

"The IRA."

Jarry nodded. "Patterson told me that she copped to being a member of the IRA, but that it didn't stick. She has some friends in some pretty high places. And she's very important to Jax. Do you think she could help us?"

Juice sniggered. "Dru doesn't trust cops. She learned that from an early age. She might not be a patched member, but she acts like one. She won't say shit to you even if she did know something. And if you fuck with her you're gonna be fucking with something bigger than yourself and your deputies."

"That just makes me wanna talk to her more, Mr. Ortiz."

"You don't wanna do that, Sheriff," he warned.

Jarry seemed unconcerned with the new direction she was going to embark on. She didn't care how much power or how many friends Drusilla Fallon had. She would answer her questions.

"You will answer for your sins, Sheriff, if you do what you're thinking of doing."

"I like playing with fire," she retorted.

Juice leered. "You'll be playing with fire, alright. You're gonna get burned."

Charlie Barosky was walking around his port checking out a few things. He had gotten word of Lin's death inside Stockton. He didn't know how or why it happened, but it made him weary. The Chinese had plenty of enemies though. Just because he had a theory didn't mean…

He felt his throat being slit from behind. Barosky quickly fell to his knees. He could feel the life draining from him at a rapid pace.

"You're quite the little rat. No wonder you turned into a dirty cop."

He would know that voice from anywhere. It belonged to the most notorious killer that was claimed by the Sons.