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Fallon: End of an Era

Jax's club was relieved to find him in one piece at Alvarez's warehouse. They had found out about the Dodge Challenger he had stolen to get away. The sight of the car made the men quite prideful of their President.

"Jesus Christ, brother," Chibs said. "You alright?"

"I'm fine," Jax answered.

"Okay, good. Quinn and Montez are on their way now," Tig announced.

"Let me know when everyone's at the table." Jax's brow wrinkled. "Where's Dru?"

They all shrugged.

"We haven't seen her since we left Red Woody," Tig told him.

Jax sighed. "Call her. Get her here."

Jax took a seat at the table they had borrowed from Alvarez. He looked at the members of his club and admitted that he didn't want to tell them the truth. But he had no choice. He wouldn't be much of a leader if he kept shit from his club. He'd be no better than Clay.

"Did you get ahold of Dru?" he asked.

"She said she was sorry for not being here. She had some business to attend to, but said she'd be here as soon as possible," Tig replied.

Jax nodded. He wanted her here for support when he told his club about his mother's involvement in Tara's murder. He wanted to draw from her strength when he told the club that all the damage that had been done was due to his mother's lies. However, he also knew that she had things to deal with on her own. Jax hoped she could guarantee her survival after all of this was said and done. He was weighed beneath the guilt of knowing he was the one who got her into this. If it wasn't for him and his mother's lies, Dru wouldn't be in this predicament. She would still be free and clear. He would have to live with that.

Jax gravely sat in the chair next to Nero. His mind was going a million miles a minute. His mom had disappeared; had snuck beneath the radar and dropped off the face of the planet. He should've taken Dru up on her offer earlier to find her. Jax knew she would've actually found her and at a hasty speed. Truth be told, Dru could probably find her even now, but he wasn't sure he was ready to face his mother with her sins.

He was also worried. Dru still hadn't shown up, and it wasn't like her.

"The crew know?" Nero asked.

"Yeah," Jax nodded. "Where did she go?"

"I don't know," Nero shrugged. "I couldn't…I couldn't talk to her."

"How do I come back from this?" he questioned. "The damage to my club and my family…my boy."

"Maybe it's time to honor Tara's wish."

"Yeah," Jax muttered.

"What about Gemma?" Jax looked at him. Nero could tell from the look in his eyes… "I get the pain that you're in, Jax. The damage that she's caused…it's just unbelievable. But a son killing his mother…" he paused. "Jax, that's a wound that's too deep to heal. And I know you, hermano. That's gonna swallow you up. That's gonna destroy you, man."

"I know," he whispered. Jax sobbed. "That's the part that hurts most about all this, man. I mean, after everything she did, all the lies, and the death, and the wreckage…I still love her, you know. She's my mom." He put his hand over his face and began to cry. "How could she do this to Tara? How could she do this to my boys?"

Nero grabbed him and pulled him in close. He comforted him as best he could. He knew it wasn't nearly enough. There was nothing he could do or say that could make any of it better.

"And Dru…" he whimpered. "Because of all of this…" Jax paused as he pulled away and wiped the tears away. "Dru had to put herself in a precarious position, all to protect me and the club. It's dangerous what she's doing; what she's done. I don't even know where she is now."

"I'm sure she'll be here soon, man. She doesn't leave your side for too long."

But unbeknownst to everyone, Dru had to break her word. She wouldn't be there as soon as she could. She had gotten a tip that the key members of the IRA would soon land in Los Angeles. She had some unfinished business with them. However, she wouldn't be gone long. Just long enough to do what she did best.

"You sleep okay?" Alvarez asked him. Jax nodded. "The guys filled me in about what happened to Tara. I'm very sorry, Jax. That's some awful shit, man. Mi familia…I can only imagine the pain in your heart."

"I appreciate that," Jax muttered.

"I know you wanna handle your personal business the way you know how. But what happened on the street, it changed everybody. Right or wrong, there ain't no taking it back."

"I know," Jax nodded. "We just need to clean it up."

"Yeah, we got it, Jack."

"Alright, so, uh…Tyler and Nero, they're on their way. It's all set with Conner. The meeting's gonna take place at Oak Graves."

"The Presidents are heading out. They wanna meet," Happy told him.

"What time?"

"Packer said he'd call when they're close. I'm guessing after the Irish meet," Chibs answered.

"Okay. Anything from Coletty?" Jax questioned.

"No. He ran credit card hits, airlines, buses… Wherever Gemma is she's staying off the grid."

"Okay," Jax muttered. "And what about Dru?" He was more concerned about her well-being. He watched his club members look at one another as if afraid of their answer. "What is it?" he tried again.

"We haven't heard from her, brother. Not since last night," Tig replied.

Jax sighed. "She told you she'd be here as soon as possible," he stated.

Tig nodded. "She did, but she hasn't contacted us since."

"Have you tried to contact her?"

"I've called a couple times and it goes to voicemail."

"It's not like her to not touch base," Jax shook his head.

"Which is why we have Quinn and Montez scouring the area trying to find her," Chibs said.

"They won't find her if she doesn't want to be found." He exhaled. "Something could have happened to her. With how deep she is now she…" Jax cut himself off not wanting to think of the possibilities.

"We know, brother," Chibs muttered. "We'll find her."

What they didn't know was that Dru was already on her way back. She had put an end to the reign that had terrorized Northern California for decades. And that had frightened her for four years. She had heard of the movement that was building to put an end to the IRA. Dru had blossomed when they got in touch to make her a gun for hire. She had known exactly what they wanted her to do and she'd been too happy to do it.

She was twelve miles from Charming. Dru accepted the fact that Jax would be none too happy about her disappearing act last night, but she'd had no other choice.

"Obviously things have changed with Marks," Jax told Conner and his two lackeys. "He's gonna make bail tomorrow, but he's gonna be too hot to run your weapons."

Conner scoffed. "He's not the only one. After you warned the Chinese, there's enough heat in Oakland to melt an ATF badge."

"We have a solution for that. Mayans will distribute. They own the port in Stockton. You can base there. Alvarez will be your new dealer."

"Do you have any respect for me, Jax?"

"Of course."

"Then why do you treat me like a fool?" Conner jeered. "I know your beef with Lin pissed off Marks. He killed Bobby and you took out his hit squad. I also know that anonymous call that got him arrested most likely came out of Charming."

"That was club business. It had to be handled. You've been there, Con," Chibs cut in.

"I have," Conner nodded. "But my organization bent over backwards to get you that volume of guns for the big expansion . And the man that set it up is the same man who burned it down!"

"We deal guns to organized crime. The business model changes with the street."

"Well, I'm tired of this change, Jackson. I don't want anything to do with this. Besides, I don't even have anyone to bring it to."

Jax's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, you don't know?" Conner sneered. "When Roark and the other Kings flew into L.A. early this morning they were gunned down. A sniper shot. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you, Jackson?"

He was stunned. Jax knew exactly who was behind the assassinations.

"That's what I thought," Conner said. He turned to his associates and said, "Let's go."

When they left along with the Mayans, Jax was free to talk to his club. "What the fuck?" he muttered.

"She knew," Chibs said. "She knew about the Kings coming stateside and took full advantage of it."

"But now she's screwed over the Mayans."

"No, she hasn't," Chibs shook his head. "Conner will become the head. He'll go for it knowing the profit that will come in. He's just angry because he was blindsided. Dru's good at doing that."

"That's why she disappeared," Jax murmured. "One of her people probably called in right after you talked to her and she decided not to tell us so we wouldn't catch any heat."

"And we're not going to seeing as how none of us was in the vicinity."

"I didn't ask her—"

"We know, Jackie. We know."

It wasn't a foregone conclusion to Dru that she would eventually run into the police on her way back into Charming. But she didn't know it would happen while she was grabbing a cup of coffee before she tracked Jax down. Dru was cornered by two of Charming's finest. They had quickly escorted her out of the coffee shop and took her to the precinct.

Sheriff Jarry was waiting on her when she arrived. "Miss Fallon. If you would follow me to my office."

"If you would tell one of your little minions running around here to get me a cup of coffee since I was so rudely interrupted when I was trying to get one," Dru remarked.

Jarry sighed. "I have a coffee pot in my office and I just brewed a new pot."

"You sure are accommodating, Sheriff," Dru told her taking a seat at the desk. "What is this about?"

Jarry took the seat opposite of her. As she looked at the woman that most called a conundrum she couldn't help but compare her to the Queen herself. Dru seemed to have a lot in common with Gemma Teller. But she hoped that she would cooperate since Gemma had refused. But something told her she would be worse than Gemma.

"We haven't really gotten the chance to get to know one another," Jarry began. "We ran into each other that day at Diosa, but you and I haven't talked."

"We have no reason to, Sheriff."

"Oh, but I think we do."

Dru watched as Jarry pulled a file from a drawer. The name on it was her own. She couldn't help but snigger at the possibilities of where this particular conversation would be headed. It couldn't be much since the file was very thin.

"There's not much information about you, Miss Fallon. I have to admit that it's quite peculiar since you have quite a history with the Sons. I've heard through certain residents that have lived here all their lives that you used to stay in trouble when you were younger, but yet there's nothing in your file."

Dru shrugged. "It happened when I was younger. It's been expunged."

"I highly doubt that. Because just over a month ago you admitted to being a member of the IRA. You admitted to distributing for the IRA. You were going to be crucified, Miss Fallon. And yet ten days later you walk out as if you hadn't done anything at all. All the charges were dropped and you were free to do whatever you wanted again. You and I both know you shouldn't be free," Jarry told her.

"But I am, Sheriff. And just because you can't stand it doesn't mean it's not a fact."

Jarry could feel her temper rising. "Where were you the night of Tara's murder?"

"I was getting arrested, Sheriff."

"Not until six o'clock. Tara's murder took place somewhere between 3:30 and 4. Where were you?"

"I was dealing with personal issues. I knew I was going to prison, Sheriff. I had things I had to do."

"Such as?"

Dru narrowed her eyes on the Sheriff. "Why don't you just go on ahead and ask what you really wanna ask?"

Jarry put her hands together and laid her arms on her desk. "Alright. You're blunt. I like that. That means I'll be blunt too."

"Be my guest."

"How did you get out of prison, Miss Fallon? You were facing some hefty charges. The FBI, Homeland Security, ATF…they've all been after the IRA. You are a self-proclaimed member. Why did you let you go?" she questioned.

"I had more information that was essential to a certain investigation. They couldn't very well leave me in prison knowing what could happen to me. I know too much, Sheriff Jarry. I use what materials I have to get what I want."

"What you wanted was to protect Jackson Teller. You did that by professing to a crime that you didn't really commit."

"I've committed many felonies," Dru shrugged.

"But you've never been a member of the IRA."

"You would be wrong. I have been a member of the Irish Kings, Sheriff. I did their dirty work. Their dirtiest work."

Jarry was perplexed. "What does that mean?"

"You can take it however you want. Off the record, of course."

Althea felt a small drop of sweat run down her back. This woman wasn't giving an inch. She tried another direction. "Why don't you exist? The name Drusilla Fallon isn't in any database. Technically your name is Natalie Harken. But yet people in Charming know you as Drusilla Fallon."

"Which is why I stayed away from Charming," Dru stated. "Duh."

Althea frustratingly sighed. "Why don't you exist, Miss Fallon?"

Dru leaned forward. "You don't want the answer to that question, Sheriff. On top of that, you don't have the pay grade for it either."

"I was told to bring you in," Althea said as cool as possible.

"No, you weren't," Dru shook her head. "No law enforcement agency is going to tell you to bring my ass in. Believe me, I know."

And that was when Jarry began to feel a slight inclination of fear. Who was Drusilla Fallon? "Did you have anything to do with Tara Knowles' death?" she asked.

"No."

"What are you to the Sons of Anarchy?"

"A friend."

"Your father was Connor Fallon. He was the Vice President—"

"A long time ago, Sheriff," Dru cut in.

Jarry nodded. "I know that. I read his file to get some backstory on you. There wasn't much I got from it other than you were his daughter. Which is how and why you got involved with the Sons."

"Maybe in the beginning," Dru shrugged. "But it's not why I stuck around."

"But you didn't stick around. You disappeared four years ago. And I'm going to guess that's when your identity vanished too."

"I came back though."

"As Natalie Harken. Except for the people who knew the real you," Althea said. "Why don't you exist, Miss Fallon?"

"Like I told you before…you don't have the pay grade for that answer, Sheriff."

"Then how am I going to get anywhere?" she sneered.

"Not by coming through me." Dru went to stand up from the chair and made her way to the door to make her way out. "I am not someone you fuck with, Althea. You don't know who I am nor will you ever know. My life is mine and I am free to do what I please."

"Unless you do something in my town and I will take you down, Drusilla," Jarry threatened.

"No, you won't," Dru stated. "Because you don't have the power to do that."

"And who does?"

"No one that you can contact."

And then Dru walked out the door. Maybe she should've listened to Juice. Sheriff Althea Jarry was left to her fury and annoyance at being played by her. There had been more than an inkling of trepidation. She was terrified of the woman who had just departed. There was something about her that dug terror and panic deep into her heart. What exactly was Drusilla Fallon capable of?