A/N 11/9/2018: I really shouldn't have stayed up so late to write this, but I can't stand leaving an episode half finished, and this shit was bouncing around in my head all day. As it is, I don't know if I'll get another chapter up until Sunday. OT at work, and then I get to visit my ma. Hope y'all enjoy. Please leave a review if you're so inclined. ~Angel

Opie, Tig, and Clay were on the Wahewa Reservation, in front of the trailer the Native woman they repo'd the SUV from called home. Clay had originally wanted Half-Sac with him, but the young prospect had told them that he needed to see the doc about his rapidly swelling testicle. The woman, and a young man they could only assume was her son, came out to meet them, the woman's bulk bouncing as she approached them with purpose.

"What is this?" she demanded.

"Big fan of your bead work," Clay said offhandedly.

"Where are the boxes?" her son asked.

"Who's pressing your bullets?" Clay asked,, taking a big breath of his cigar.

"That's our ammo you son of a bitch," the woman snapped.

"Mother, wait inside," the young man said.

"Tonto, speak up, will you," Tig said to the soft spoken man.

"My name is Ferdinand," he said, meeting Tig's eye.

"Hey, Ferdinand. We sell guns. You make bullets. Now, I could either help you or crush you," Clay said. Ferdinand took a moment to study the outlaws before nodding.

"Okay."

"Smart boy," smiled Clay.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax was at the clubhouse with Bobby and Angela. They were going over what the plan for that night was, and how they were going to take care of Zobelle, his daughter, and Weston.

"If I know Bella, and I like to think I do, she's got something special planned for each one, and not a group payback. They're all going to be feeling it and wishing they weren't," she said as she sat at the bar with Bobby.

"Got any ideas?" Jax asked.

Angela shook her head. "Not a one. But there was a reason no one asked her out after she turned down Mike Newton for Prom, other than the fact that by that time she was dating the Cullen dick."

"What happened?"

"Bella was sort of like you Bobby, only where you specialize in pastries and baking, she was into it all. It was a big deal when she brought in something for everyone to share at school. When Mike wouldn't let it go, Bella started to do some baking of her own. Cookies. Only these cookies had a little extra added ingredient," she said with a smirk. "Cheyenne pepper. Most of the cookies were fine, but she had some set aside with the pepper. Made sure that he got them."

Jax and Bobby were all but rolling around on the floor, they were laughing so hard. It was a good thing Bobby was sitting down already. "I don't know what she has planned, but I do know that it'll be creative."

"Makes me almost feel sorry for those assholes. If they hadn't tried to tear us apart that is," Jax said.

"Mike's face was classic. Not only did he stop asking her to prom, but he never trusted anything she brought in for the rest of the class to share.

"I've got to get that recipe," Bobby said between laughs.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Young Ferdinand led the outlaws to a parked yellow school bus, deep in the heart of the reservation. Opie stayed outside while Clay and Tig followed him into the back. Inside, they were met with the sight of three people working on filling and pressing shells, while one man sat at a small table towards the front.

"No worries about the cops?" Clay asked.

"We supply tribal police. State and local law enforcement have no jurisdiction," Ferdinand said.

"You're pressing a 9 mil. Can you make 7.6, too? AK rounds?"

"Full metal jacket or hollow point?"

Clay smiled, all teeth. "I love it. How long would it take to press a case?"

"A thousand rounds? Couple hours," Ferdinand said, pursing his lips.

"Who says you can't make an honest deal with a white man?"

"There's something else," said the elderly man sitting at the table. "Mushrooms. Fair price."

"Psychedelics? Ah, we don't deal, Chief," Clay said after the other man nodded.

"Then neither do we." Clay studied him a bit.

"Let me guess. Some state law allows you to grow psychs for religious purposes; vision quests and whatnot."

The silver haired native nodded. "You know people who deal, call them."

"I do know some serious people."

"I have some serious fungi," he said, holding out a box with the shrooms. Clay took the box and opened it, looking into the plastic that covered them. He held the box out to Tig.

"Taste test," Clay said. Tig, for once, balked.

"I want to see Izzy do her thing to our friends. Angela warned me it was going to be good, even by Happy and my standards."

"I'll tape it for you," Clay said.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Tig took out two good sized shrooms and stuffed them into his mouth without preamble. "He did like the trip."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Where Bella had made Chibs' decision about calling Stahl for him easy, it seemed that there was another Telford that was willing to deal, but it wasn't for either his sake or hers. It was for her daughter, Kerrianne. Jimmy had finally turned his sights to her and that was a dangerous place to be. Fiona, though, was at her wits end. She no longer had any protection from Jimmy, beyond what what needed to both keep an eye on her and make sure she didn't do something stupid, nor did she have any protection from her contacts within the IRA. The word had gotten out about what Jimmy had done and they both were practically persona-non-grata within that circle as well.

She needed a way to keep her daughter safe. She knew that there was a fed in town that had originally investigated Filip and his club. It took a bit of doing and some under the table work, but she managed to get the number for Agent Stahl, and they set up a meeting in the middle of nowhere to get acquainted.

Stahl pulled up with one other agent and got out of the car. They met, but Fiona didn't give her time to make her promises, wanting to get to her demands first. "My terms are simple enough. I do this, both my daughter and I will be in danger. I'm fine with my own prospects, but Kerrianne is only 16, and currently alone in Belfast."

"I can get INTERPOL to bring in Kerrianne. Put her into witpro while you work with us."

"And Filip. You leave him be. He and the Sons haven't a hand in this."

"I don't want the Sons. I want the IRA."

"I want immunity for my daughter. In writing," Fiona demanded.

"I can do that. But with the international red tape going on here, I'm going to need a show of good faith here, Fiona," Stahl said.

"IRA safe house. The guns. I can give you the location. I can make sure Edmond Hayes is there as well. Maybe Cameron, though he's more shrewd than his lad."

"All right, then," Stahl said.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Penny for your thoughts," Clay asked Opie as they waited for the shrooms Tig took to kick in, and Leroy to come to the reservation for the meetup and psychs hookup.

"Fatherhood. Izzy, Donna. Wondering when Jax will tell us he and Angela are having one," Opie said. Clay looked over at him.

"Donna's pregnant again?" Opie nodded.

"Decided she wanted another one after she found out about Izzy and Chibs' kid."

"You know, between all of you guys having kids, you're going to breed yourself out of this club," Clay joked.

Opie chuckled. "Bobby said something along those lines when I told him and Jax we were trying for another kid."

"It's good though. Izzy and Donna and Angela. All of you having kids, means we're doing something right."

"Yeah." There was a moment of silence, that practically killed Clay. Opie, a young man he had always viewed as a second son, now barely spoke to him after what went down with Donna. It was primarily club related when he did speak. Clay sighed, put down his beer, and stood.

"All right. Let's do this," he said, facing Opie. Opie looked at him with a questioning look, though it didn't stay on his face for long. With how serious Clay looked, it took all of two seconds to connect the dots.

"You sure?"

"This shit will fester if we don't purge it soon. Why? You got something better to do at the moment?" Clay asked, looking around as if Opie did.

Opie nodded and stood, walking to face the club's president. "You know, it's odd," Opie said. "My need to hurt you is there. Incredibly so. But I don't feel the need to beat you so bad you'll need a hospital. That being said-" And then he punched him, catching Clay right in the soft part of his cheek and lower jaw. And once that first punch was thrown, it was like a floodgate opened, and Opie went to town.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Laroy had brought a few of his guns and men, just to test out the ammo that they were going to start acquiring from the reservation. The rapid fire was loud as his man shot into the open field, hitting raised dunes and shrubbery. Laroy looked back at Clay.

"Ammo's tight. But we're running out of shit to load them in to," he told Clay.

"Things have been a shit storm with a Irish. We're working it out, should have your guns before the end of the month. Made me realize how dangerous it was to rely too heavily on one source, though. Working on a back up through the Chinese."

"We're losing ground, brother. The quicker you can, the better."

"You got my word."

"All right."

"So? You help me out with the dry goods?"

"Shrooms got to be high end, man," Laroy told him.

"Step into my office." Clay led the One-Niner leader to a stall where Tig was sitting amongst a hoard of wooden dolls. Dolls on tables, mounted on the wooden slats of the walls, even hanging from the roof. And he was sitting there, as if he was in the midst of an intense meditative session. A guru attaining nirvana. "Quality tested by SOA."

"Little white frat boys will eat this shit up," Laroy said before he chuckled, looking at Tig again. "Geez."

He and Clay left Tig to his trip, and went to discuss business with the tribal elder.

~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jasper and Lyla were at Fun Town with her son Piper. He was showing the boy how to knock the heavy steel bottles over. It was getting to the point that even he was getting annoyed. Jasper was proud of the fact that he was impressively strong but deceptive in his size. So it was interesting that he could hit those bottles dead on, and they wouldn't fall, no matter what he did.

"Maybe you're not as strong as you make yourself out to be, Mr. Whitlock," Lyla teased. Jasper growled. His patience running out. He stomped over to the stall next door and grabbed one of their BB guns before coming back over and shooting the top most bottle dead on. It still didn't topple.

"It's rigged. There's no way that bottle would be standing after a gunshot. BB or not. They've nailed it down," he said, eyeing the stall operator menacingly. The skinny, pock marked teen was practically shaking and so pale he was almost green.

"I'd say we hit those bottles enough for two of the big prizes, what do you two say," Jasper asked Lyla and Piper. Piper nodded ecstatically and chose an oversized cartoon looking dragon, while Lyla went with a large, blue, soft, fluffy sloth. Jasper raised and eyebrow.

"Interesting choice."

Lyla shrugged and slipped the velcro linked arms about her neck. "It can hug me back."

Jasper's arms snaked around her waist. "And my arms aren't enough?"

"You're not around 24/7," Lyla pointed out.

"Then that's just something we'll have to fix, isn't it?" he asked, before kissing her.

"Mom, can we go on the rollercoaster?" Piper asked. Lyla groaned.

"I hate those things," she mumbled. "Sure," she said louder, and with a fake smile. Jasper chuckled.

"The work of a parent is never done. Even on dates."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Forensics said it was definitely arson. Found some burn patterns. Still running tests," Unser tells Jax and Angela out on the picnic tables at the Teller-Morrow compound.

"Were they able to determine if it was just one arsonist or more?" Angela asked.

"They found multiple sets of footprints. Blaze that size, no way it was one guy. Had to be a crew. My money is on Zobelle, though no one has seen or heard from him since the blast that put Chibs in the hospital. The FBI think he skipped back home."

"San Bernardino?" Jax asked. Unser shook his head.

"Budapest. Got family there."

They turned to see Bella, Chibs, Clay, and everyone else start to gather. "You're gonna want to beat feet, Chief. Not only if you want your sanity but a sense of deniability," Angela warned. Unser didn't need telling twice.

"I'll catch you guys later. I'm gonna talk to your mom quick though," he said to Jax, leaving as everyone entered.

He made his way to the office, where he found Gemma staring at a picture on a wall, though considering it was of a model in a bikini in a lewd pose, he assumed that her eyes just landed there and her mind was else where. He knocked lightly to get her attention without startling her.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" he asked, gesturing to everyone filing into the clubhouse.

"Little farewell party," she said with a smile. "Something I can do for you?"

"Just wanted to check in. You seemed both lost and confused at the same time at that revival you took me to, though you were there," Unser said.

"Sounding like a fortune cookie. I'm fine. Just came to a decision."

"And what is that?" Unser asked.

"Going to tell Jax and Clay. Everything," she said quietly.

"Am I going to need to be keeping an eye out for something here?"

Gemma shook her head. "I don't think so. But they may be odd for a bit. Thought I should warn you."

"Appreciate it," he said, turning to leave.

"Hey, Wayne," she said, stopping him. "Thanks."

"Any time, doll. Any time."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

The Sons, bar Tig and Sac, were all gathered in the large basement/storeroom of the clubhouse, where their three prisoners were. With them were the present members of the Coven, bar Carlisle and Rosalie, and even Charlie.

"Izzy. You said you wanted first Dibs. Be my guest. Though Tig asked that I record it since he isn't able to make it."

"He sees it and then it's destroyed," Bella demanded. "I'm not having evidence of this out there to come back to bite me in the ass later."

"Beauty and brains. I promise." Bella nodded and went to a grocery bag she had sat on the floor. She picked it up and went to Zobelle first.

"Guess you're up, big guy," she said, taking off his gag.

"You do realize how much shit you are in?" Zobelle asked angrily. "You have no idea of who I'm friends with."

"You mean the FBI?" Bella asked innocently. Zobelle looked shocked at her revelation. "They came looking for you when you disappeared. A phone call from my dad," she said, gesturing to Charlie, "And they backed off. Really is handy having a daddy who walked on both sides of the law."

"So what are you going to do with that information?" Zobelle asked.

"You know, when I was younger and lived with my mother, she had a phase. One of many. But this one was different. Usually her phases were about cooking or traveling. Something material."

"Is there a point to this?" Zobelle interrupted.

"If you knew my plans you wouldn't be so eager to end this conversation," she said coldly.

"I highly doubt that."

"Fine," she huffed. "Straight to it, then." Bella reached into the bag and pulled out a lime. "Babe, can I use your knife?" she asked Chibs. He took it from it's sheath at his belt and handed it to her, handle first.

She took it and cut the lime into quarters, making a wedge. She ate the fruit but kept the rind. She then dug into the bag and produced a needle and thread.

"What are you going to do with those?" Zobelle asked.

"You'd know that if you let me explain. But you wanted to get to the feature presentation. Happy, would you be the awesomeness you are and hold his mouth open?" Happy nodded and did as she asked. "I'll explain, though, because everyone else would be lost if I didn't. You see, what was different about this phase for Renee, is that it was spiritual. She looked into every religion and philosophy from Confucius to Sikh. From the Great Spirit of the Native Americans to Wicca. The one that caught my eye, though, was Conjure. The Lwa of the Voudu practices and the saints incorporated into Hoodoo. I once saw one practitioner perform a 'shut up' sort of spell. This is my version."

He put the lime peel down beside the needle and thread, before digging into the bag and pulling out different spices and peppers. Harmless things like cheyenne pepper to even a single ghost pepper. Putting on rubber gloves so the oil didn't transfer, she took everything and went to Zobelle.

"Open wide!" she said sunnily. She then stuffed a little bit of everything into his mouth, including the whole ghost pepper. His face went almost immediately red when she did, and he tried to spit it out, but Happy had shut his mouth by then. Bella then went to pick up the peel and the threaded needle, before coming back. She then began working meticulously, sewing the edges of the peel to Zobelle's lips. All the while, ignoring the muffled screams and shouts of his daughter at his side.

"There! Now you won't be able to tell our club secrets to anyone. Even when you're dead," she said happily. "At least I think that's how it works." Her tone turning questioning.

"According my mom, it's all about intent, Izzy," Juice said.

"You're mom practices?" she asked curiously. He shook his head.

"Nope. Devout Christian. But she always told me never to mess with those who practice Hoodoo, Voodoo, or gypsies."

Bella shrugged, and turned to Weston. "During mom's phase, we saw a movie. Pretty popular, and is probably why anyone knows anything about Conjure. The Serpent and the Rainbow. Heard of it?"

Weston looked at her in hatred and anger, but he shook his head. "Shame. Clay, Jax, spread his legs, will you?"

"Why us?" Jax asked.

"Trust me?" she asked. He nodded and she looked to Clay, who nodded as well. "Spread his legs."

They each took a leg and spread them. "Anyone got a hammer?" she asked, pulling two nails from her pocket. There was an uncomfortable rustling as every man shifted, knowing where this was going. Having seen the movie or not. Bobby produced one from a tool box they kept down there for pipe maintenance. Going to Weston, she used Chibs' knife to rip through his pants and pull out his cock, thankful she was still wearing gloves.

She looked him dead in the eye, where she could now see stark fear. "I don't need to tell you what this if for," she said in his ear softly. She then took one of the nails, that was far from brand new and more than a little rusty, and drove it with the hammer straight through his scrotum. His pained muffled screams rent the air around them, and many of the Sons present winced and turned their back.

Once she was done with both nails, and Weston passed out from the pain, she turned to Polly Zobelle.

"Little Polly Pocket. What to do?" she asked, looking at the girl. "You know, there's only one thing I want to do, and comparatively, it's light."

Bella went up to her, and popped her right in the nose. Blood spurted out, and Polly chocked and cried in pain. Bella sighed. "Well, that's me done. Have fun boys, and Jane."

Bella left, leaving everyone staring at the three captives in shock and awe.

"Remind me never to piss off your girl, Chibby," Bobby said in a horrified whisper.

"Aye. If you'll give me a proper funeral when I do end up pissing her off," he agreed.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Edmond was waiting at the house, like Fiona had asked him to. She had called him a couple of hours before, saying that Jimmy needed speak with him about the deal with the Sons. How a few things didn't add up. What he didn't expect were the federal agents that burst through the door, as he as looking about the place. Jimmy had managed to fill it a bit with guns, though it was no where near the operation that he and his da had set up in their new safe house.

"Get your hands up," an agent said, pointing a gun at him, as another put him face down to the floor.

"Shit," he said in surprise.

"Edmond Hayes. Agent June Stahl, A.T.F." said the agent that followed them in. She then put on a fake Irish accent, saying, "Lovely to meet you, laddie."

They had managed to get him situated as they searched the house, coming up with a case or two of AKs and enough ammo to make things REALLY difficult, but he wasn't saying anything as Stahl circled him in his chair in the center of the room with one of said AKs in her hand.

"Now, I know that you're just a little cog in a big green wheel, and I'm perfectly willing to look past all these illegal guns and the decades of jail time because I want James O'Phalen," she said.

"Don't know him. Don't know anything," he said with a straight face. Stahl gave a signal and the other agents cleared the room, leaving just the two of them. She sat down in front of him, and spoke softly.

"I arrest you and seize the guns. Then I leak a rumor that you've turned rat. I pick up your father on some bullshit charge. Unfortunately, Jimmy believes the rumor. And he pushes the button on you."

"One small flaw in the plan, lovey," Edmond said.

"And what's that?"

"Your information is seriously lacking," he whispered, leaning forward. "And if you think U.S. Federal prison scares me...three squares a day and a place to sleep. Nothing on the monasteries I've had to crash in. Besides, you've played the rat card before. That shit won't fly twice."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Angela, Jax, Clay, Bella, Chibs, and Gemma were all seated around her dining room table, each clutching a mug of tea.

"Need to tell you something," Gemma said. "Angela and Izzy already know."

"What is this?" Clay asked, every single man looking at her in question.

Gemma took a moment to compose herself. "The night of Bobby's party...I didn't get into an accident driving home," she admitted. Bella's hand went to Chibs', and Angela's held Jax's firmly. "I was attacked."

"What?" Chibs whispered.

"A mini van pulls up behind me. A girl jumps out in a panic. Says her baby's choking. The girl was very convincing. There was a goddamn doll in the car seat. She hit be over the back of the head with uh, you know, a blackjack, something. I came to hand-cuffed to a chain-link… utility house out by the access road. They wore masks. Three of them. One who spoke- I knew his voice. The tat on his throat. Zobelle's right hand- Weston."

Jax moved, like he wanted to punch something, but couldn't find the outlet needed. Angela redoubled her grip. Chibs just sat there, horror mounting on his face, and Bella buried her face in his shoulder. Clay was looking on Gemma, extreme sadness the likes of which he never knew, not even when Izzy and Donna were shot, taking root in his heart.

"Told me to deliver a message to you. Stop selling guns to color. Said if I- if I didn't tell you, that he'd find me...do it again."

Gemma looked to Angela, who had tears running down her face and nodded, then to Bella, who looked at her from Chibs' shoulder, "They raped me. All three of them. More than once."

Jax hit the table hard in his anger, but seeing Gemma jump caused him to stop a moment. He looked at her, tears welling, as he stood and went around the table, taking her hands. He held them to his forehead for a moment, imparting his deep love for her as her son before kissing them.

Jax laid a hand on Clay's shoulder in comfort, though Clay didn't get much from the action before he took Angela's hand and they left, Jax not letting her more than 6 inches away from him. Chibs rose slowly, going to Gemma as if in a haze. He placed his forehead to hers before kissing the crown of her head in brotherly affection.

"You've been avenged, darlin'. Though he didn't suffer nearly enough for it," he said simply. Chibs went to Bella, who offered Gemma a watery smile, and they too left.

Clay reached over for his wife. His hand hesitantly cupping her cheek, which she leaned in to. His other hand came up for her other cheek as he brought his forehead to hers. Not saying anything. Just offering comfort and gaining it from her presence. Her beautiful strong presence that managed to survive such horror. He could never match such strength.