Don't Fear the Reaper Ssn 2 Chapter 20: The Culling, a Twilight + Sons of Anarchy Crossover fanfic

A/N 11/20/2018: Oh my lovelies, I don't deserve your loyal readership! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to get this chapter up. OT at work last week burned me out, along with my brain wracking and twisting itself into knots trying to come up with a decent enough story line to keep things moving in a smooth way. All I can say is thank goodness I have a four day weekend for the holiday! lol With that being said, I see no obstacles keeping me from finishing this season and more than likely starting Season 3 this weekend. Send me good vibes and thoughts, y'all, if you want to keep the story going. Also, heads up. Next chapter won't be all that long. See, I don't mind shorter chapters, I just need to know they will be shorter ahead of time. lol But! It won't be all that much more shorter. So! Without further ado, I give you... The Culling!

The Sons of Anarchy, Redwood Original chapter had called a lockdown. Anyone and everyone even remotely connected to Sam Crow was to meet at the clubhouse by noon that day, or risk being left to fend for themselves.

Jax walked into his house and went straight for the nursery, where he found Abel lying in his crib, and a diaper bag ready with a small duffel for the infant.

"Come on, little man," Jax said, picking his son up into his arms, and grabbing the two bags. He went out into the hall, where he met Angela, who had a bag a piece for both of them. She greeted him with a quick kiss, setting down the bags she had and then went back into the bedroom for the last, a small medical bag with basic first aide amenities.

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At the same time, Gemma and Donna were out shopping for the necessities. More beer, toilet paper, and snacks for the children. They had run into Lyla while she was there as well, shopping for last minute things for Piper and they reminded her the time she and Jasper should be at the clubhouse, not wanting them to be locked out.

Lyla assured Gemma that she would be there with both Piper and Jasper.

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Unser was even advised to take shelter in the Sons clubhouse as they cleaned house. He packed his revolver and three boxes of ammo, along with a file he had managed to squirrel away from the A.T.F. before they left. Making sure that he also had his cancer medication, he looked around his office at the Charming PD, before he left, without a backward glance.

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Clay and Tig were making sure that the surplus they had recently restocked was being put to good use. Everything from sawed offs to AKs were laid out neatly on the redwood table as Clay checked the sights of one gun, and Tig rifled through boxes, taking note of the amount of ammo they had, courtesy of the Wahewa Reservation.

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Bella herself was frantic in her packing. She was never one to over think such a thing, so she packed a couple of maternity sundresses, a comfortable pair of sweats or two and a large tshirt to get her through the lockdown. Chibs also packed quickly, just throwing a spare set of jeans and a couple of tshirts of his own into the bag, before he went to grab their toiletries.

"Got everything, mo ghràdh?" he asked quickly. Bella only nodded as she zipped up the bag and went to pull the strap over her shoulder, only to have Chibs take it before she could. She huffed in bemusement before following him out into the van, where they were due to pick up another family before they made their way to the clubhouse.

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Chibs pulled in right behind Jax and they were the last ones as the clock struck high noon. The guards on the lot were already armed as they closed the gate once more. Juice ran up to Jax.

"Everybody's in," he said in a huff.

"Okay, good. Lock it down," he said lighting a cigarette. Juice went to tell the Sons at the gate as Jax and Chibs lead their girls into the clubhouse.

Bella was nearly overwhelmed at the sight. It wasn't just the Sons and their families, though there seemed to be many more Sons than she had figured in the home charter, but a handful of Coven members, easily identifiable by their own kuttes, Unser standing out in his uniform talking to Charlie, then Jane, though a member of the Coven, she and Alec didn't wear the kutte but black army fatigues and form fitting black shirts.

Chibs led Bella to one of the couches, where she sat, taking the weight off of her now aching feet. Chibs laid a hand on her tummy, rubbing it lovingly as he bent to kiss her. Jasper walked over to stand beside her, though his protective stance was eased by him striking up a casual conversation with her and Lyla.

Jax caught Tig's eye and nodded, letting him know they were good to go. The wild raven haired man let out a piercing whistle gaining the attention of everyone in the bar.

"Everybody! Listen up!" he hollered over the low din.

Clay cleared his throat as he stood on a chair in the middle of the room. "I want to welcome you all to Club Reaper. I'm glad you made your reservations early, 'cause as you can see, we are booked to capacity," he started, causing several people to chuckle. "You're here because you're family. And because SAMCRO takes care of it's own. Next couple of days, this club's got some business to handle that could put our members and the people connected to us in… unfriendly situations. Now, chances are, nothing's going to happen, but… people have already been hurt on my watch. And that ain't every going to happen again," he promised, making eye contact with Bella specifically.

"Nobody gets in. Nobody leaves without an escort. You got a safety concern, you talk to Piney," he said, nodding to the elder who held up a sawed off. "You got a comfort concern, you talk to my queen. Under this roof, you'll all be safe. Want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you," he finished, stepping down to cheers.

It was then the Charming chapter went in to church. Clay taking his seat at the head of the table.

"We got all the ammo, just need the AKs to fire them," Tig said.

"We got that covered, as you know," Clay said, before motioning to Unser.

"Lifted this from A.T.F. before they left," Unser said, laying the file on the table. Jax opened it and started handing out photos and copies of the report inside it.

"We show Jimmy that his woman has turned on him, may make him unpredictable enough for us to get our hit in," Jax said.

"He could just believe that we typed the whole thing ourselves," Happy said.

"That's why you guys need me," Jasper said from the corner, though it seems no one even knew he was there. Kozik, a Son from Tacoma, pulled his gun on him, much to Jasper's amusement, though he was the only Son to do so. "Put that away, junior. I'm here as a friend and to help," Jasper drawled in his thick Texan accent.

Seeing that he was the only one with his gun out, Kozik looked to Clay, who nodded, and he did what Jasper said. "Y'all know my history. The relevant bit anyway. I can got you the tech you need through my D.O.D. contact. Mini-cams, mics, the works," he said, laying all of the gear out on the table.

"D.O.D? You a cop?" Kozik asked. Jasper only rolled his eyes.

"Chibs, call Fiona, set a meet. See if you can't find out what the hell she's thinking. Jax, you, Juice and Ope start spreading the racial harmony gossip. What about Ule?" Clay asked.

"Boy's gotten too big for his britches. Surprising since he was only with them for a few weeks. He holds to form, he'll be looking to become the biggest bad in town. Calling him out to a standoff might just do it," Jasper said. Clay nodded.

"Simple enough. You all have your jobs. Go do them."

"You got it," Jax agreed, leaving with the bulk of the Sons and leading Kozik away to explain why it wasn't good for his over all health to poke Jasper.

Clay managed to catch Half-Sac before he left though. The kid looked a little sad. "Hey, Sac. What happened?" he asked.

"My body rejected the implant. Miracle it didn't get infected, they said."

"Oh."

"I know. Stupid idea," he said before leaving.

"Aw," Clay intoned as Tig tried and failed to hold in a chuckle. "Where is he at?"

"His year is up in about, uh, a month," Chibs said, thinking on how long he's been the kid's sponsor.

"How's everybody feeling about him patching in?" Bobby asked, a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

"Yeah," Chibs said.

"Half a sack...shit load of balls," Clay said as he went to leave. Kozik met him on his way out.

"Hey, you let me know what Tacoma can do," he said, walking with Clay.

"It's good you're here man. We're going to need the muscle."

Kozik noticed Tig edging in and turned to him, knowing the man had it out for him. "You okay with this, Tiggy?" he taunted.

"Yeah, it's really great," he said, taking another half a step in as Kozik did, bringing the men nearly chest to chest. Bella noticed Tig's stance and thought maybe she should offer a distraction. She came up on them just as Tig asked. "Want to kiss?"

"Tig?" she asked. Clay, Kozik, and Tig all turned to her, and Tig immediately backed down, going to the pregnant woman.

"Hey, doll. You doing okay?" he asked, leading her from Clay and Kozik.

"Who is that beauty?" Kozik asked, a bit star struck.

"That… is Izzy. Chibs' old lady. That's their son she's carrying. Wouldn't advise getting on her bad side. Jasper is probably the least dangerous connection she has outside of our MC. It wasn't the Sons he's here for, but her," Clay told him. He then went to find Gemma, leaving the now fully in the loop Kozik to marvel at how one small little girl could have so many men wrapped around her finger.

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Chibs met Fiona outside a rest stop near the Wahewa land. He could immediately tell something was off with her, because she was twitchy. Looking around this way and that as if she expected Jimmy O himself to pop out of the brush, completely unaware that the danger wasn't Jimmy at the moment, but Chibs himself. Jasper's contact had come through rather quickly, getting him what he needed. Suppose if you were high up enough on the food chain, you could pull some serious strings. She led him to a bathroom, locking the door behind her.

"What the hell were you thinking, turning rat, Fiona?" he demanded, taking off his sunglasses.

"Who told you I turned rat?" She nearly yelled, her eyes narrowing.

"We have Charming PD on the payroll. Our man managed to sneak your CI file before the feds left. You know what Jimmy is capable of, and you turn on him anyway. Even if he doesn't have the support he did, he's still a viper," he explained before getting back on topic.

"He threatened Kerrianne. Not just her life. He does that weekly, and it's lost most of it's meaning. He threatened to take her, Filip. As a true, on paper, can't get out of it, wife. I would die before I sentenced her to such a fate."

Chibs ran a hand through his hair. He got it now. He knew that it had something to do with their daughter, but he didn't think Jimmy would stoop so low as to think about taking a young girl. His relationship with Izzy was pushing the age limits as it was. It was only Charlie's blessing that forewent any worries about the age gap.

"Has Stahl threatened to tell him, yet? That you turned?"

"You knew?!"

"Of course I knew," Chibs said quickly. "Stupid whore did the same thing with a brother. Nearly killed two of the club's old ladies in the process. Wouldn't surprise me if she did it again. Why didn't you come to the club with this, Fi?"

"You're kidding, right? Filip, you hate my guts nearly as much as Jimmy."

"But I love my daughter," he said in a raised voice. "I may not have seen her since she was a toddler, but I love the lass. I've done what I can. We called Belfast, the Sons charter there is going to be looking after her until we give the all clear. But that's as far as the Sons help goes."

"Can't you just… I don't know, smuggle me out of the country or something," Fiona plead as she stepped forward, placing her hands on his shoulders gently. Chibs shook his head.

"No. For whatever reason, you helped Jimmy in trying to cut the Sons ties with the IRA, and neither party is happy with it. You also attempted to use Kerrianne as an excuse. One that cost you any good will I had for you almost completely. The Sons won't come after you without a reason. That and Kerrianne's protection are as far as their good will towards me extends, and that's practically generous."

"It's because of your new whore, isn't it? That you won't even give me a hint of a glance," she bit out. It was the wrong thing to say, however, as the next moment, she found herself up against a wall, his hand uncomfortably firm around her throat.

"I would watch my words, Fiona. Or you may just find out how closely my good will is to running out," he growled low and dangerous into her ear. "Get out of Charming. Get out of the country. And you may just be able to keep your life."

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Clay and a handful of his Sons along with Jasper and the twin Volturi assassins met Cameron on the edge of the Lodi/Charming boarder. Every one of them armed to the teeth as they got ready to free Edmond. Cameron had contacted them earlier to set the meet and Clay got the details of the transfer from Unser.

It was a standard prisoner transfer convoy, so Jasper came up with a rather simple solution. It did call for one or two bodies, but no one was concerned about taking out a fed or two. Hell, Opie and Clay were hoping they got lucky and managed to hit Stahl, but were just fine holding a gun to her head at least if it came to it. Four people would spray the first and last car in the convoy, one on each side with two AKs each, just so they didn't have to worry too much about reloading when the first gun ran out.

Then, as the feds got out of their vehicles, the others would engage. In the ensuing chaos, Jasper, who was the only one besides the twins and Cameron without a kutte on, would sneak in and grab Edmond and they would make their escape via ATV hiding in the woods. The feds would search of course, but by the time they find the tire tracks, Edmond would already be in the air.

The plan went off as spectacularly as Jasper planned it. Jane and Alec taking the forward car, Tig and Happy the rear. As expected six more agents exited various cars, all taking cover behind their doors and yelling for everyone to put their weapons down. Luckily, there were more of them than there were of the agents. It took a few strategic shots in a few strategic limbs, but eventually everyone laid down their arms. As every agent, including Stahl, which was rather stupid of her, since the Sons were sure that they would have to pull her away from Edmond by her hair, were pointing their guns at the outlaws, with masks on of course, Jasper slipped in the other side of the car and grabbed the boy. Easy as pie. Clay was only sad he wasn't going to be there to witness Stahl's meltdown.

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Gemma was nursing a mug of coffee as she watched the security footage from the lot. A whole lot of nothing was happening and she was beginning to wonder if she should bring it up to herself that she was bored. Her being the advisor on comfort as Clay delegated.

"Hey," she heard behind her. It was Angela.

"Hey."

A sweetbutt came up and refilled Gemma's coffee. "Thanks," she said absently.

"You want some coffee, doll?" the girl asked Angela.

"I can get it," Angela said.

"I got it. Cream and sugar?"

"Uh, sure. Well, kinda. A packet of hot cocoa, half milk, half coffee." The girl went into the small kitchen to get what Angela asked and Gemma leaned in to her.

"They need to do that. Show respect."

"Huh. Guess being an old lady has it's perks," Angela mused.

"It does. You're not just some crow-eater. You're better than that, and as such are at the top of the food chain," Gemma said. The sweetbutt came back with a mug and set it down in front of Angela with a smile. One she returned. She may be afforded respect, but she was going to at least try earn a little on her own merits and not just on fear.

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Jax and Clay were having a sit down with Laroy and Lin. Every party brought their back up and seconds as a precaution, but it was relatively calm for such a meet.

"Past few months have been brutal. For all of us- Niners, Asians. Losing more than half your H territory to Brown. Sons struggling to reboot weapons. Porn business burned to the ground, working on the rebuild," Jax said.

"The Gaza connect is back online. Our gun supply's being restocked," Lin tells them.

"So what? You can defend the little piece you got left? What about what you lost?" Clay asked. "You're gonna need help."

"Not looking for partners," Lin said.

"Neither are we," Laroy put in.

"We ain't talking about a partnership," Clay clarified. "Talking about an understanding. We all have a common enemy. Alvarez is running proxy for a bigger player, backed by the AB. Was Ethan Zobelle. Now, through his third in command. Man named Ule. League of American Nationalists."

"Shit," Laroy said, chuckling without any mirth. "Those peckerwoods? They all talking about God's plan for a free world without color."

"Without SAMCRO. He's pushing us out of our own town."

"Financed with your hard earned drug money," Jax said. "Ule and his connect, Jimmy, are the ones arming the Mayans. Helping them take over heroin. We stop Ule, Mayans lose their guns, they lose their power. Then we help you take back what's yours. With a little extra. All they Mayan territory. Wipe 'em out. Split it up. Henry, you get everything south of Ghosttown. Niners, everything north."

Both parties thought on it for a bit. "Friendly boarders means we can focus on business, instead of staying alive," Laroy said, looking to Lin.

"Agreed," he said.

"All right," Jax said, happy that they could come to an understanding.

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Bella was patching up Chucky's hands, thankful that the burns weren't so bad that she didn't know what to do. She cleaned them gently with a q-tip, and applied an antibacterial ointment the same say. Most of the Sons were behind her, watching her work.

"You'll have to put ointment on these burns every few hours. And don't even let your hands stray to your cock in even an absent minded thought, Chucky, or you'll run the risk of infection," she said sternly.

"It's not like I can do anything, anyway," he said sullenly.

"No, but habits are hard to break."

"Man. You must've really pissed somebody off," Gemma said, looking at his almost fingerless hands.

"My personality is such there's no middle ground. People either love me or loathe me," he told her as Clay and Jax walk back into the clubhouse.

"Jesus Christ, you just won't die," Clay said admiringly.

"He just showed up at the gate. He has some eyewitness intel on the Cara Cara," Piney said.

"Come on, Angel. Let's go run those errands," Gemma said kindly.

"You take somebody," Clay said as Gemma kissed him and Jax kissed Angela.

"Yeah, baby."

"Don't worry. I'll put someone on her," Piney said, following Gemma out as Angela is finally relinquished by Jax.

"Thanks old man," Clay tells him with a smile.

"What did you see?" Bella asked once Angela and Gemma were away.

"Three or four of them. Looked like they were all sporting Aryan ink. Heard the name 'Westing'. They wanted to pin the blame on him," Chuck said.

"Weston?" Jax asked.

"Yeah, that was it."

"Well that isn't going to work, even if Chucky wasn't a witness," Clay said.

"Splashed gasoline everywhere. They set the place on fire," Chuck finished.

"Could you identify the guys if you saw them?" Bobby asked.

"Not all, but the ringleader for sure."

"Arson claims are keeping us from collecting on the fire insurance," Bella murmured.

"Chucky should share the information before he goes MIA again. Prove to them we didn't start the fire," Bobby said.

"And, collect a very big check," Clay said with a wink towards Bella, who smiled.

"Yes, sir."

"Do that," Clay said to Unser, who agreed.

"Okay."

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"What did the fed want, Eddie?" Liam asked.

"Woman's got a bug up her ass about SAMCRO and the IRA. It's not helped at all that Fiona flipped. The fed seems to think she's her golden goose. It seems Fiona didn't bother to tell her she's no longer even on the bottom rung of The Cause," Eddie tells him.

"I know the answer, laddie, but I've got to gadge the answer myself. Did you tell them anything? About the guns? SAMCRO? The Cause?" Liam asked. Eddie shook his head.

"No," he said calmly. "I knew the woman was reaching, and that you'd have a plan." Eddie smiled at his father, who pulled him into a one armed hug.

"Aye, I had a plan. What are the Kings' thoughts on all of this?" Cameron asked Liam.

"He's reached the end of his usefulness long ago. They want him dealt with, but having one within our ranks take him out would cause unnecessary dissension."

"But what if someone on the outside took care of him?" Cameron asked with a smile. One Liam shared.

"There'd be no ill will, or contracts taken out, if that's what you're askin'."

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"Aye," said Jimmy as he answered his phone. He hadn't recognized the number but thought there couldn't have been any harm in answering it, since only family had this number.

"You have a serious problem, Jimmy," said a female voice on the other end.

"And what problem would that be, lassie?"

"A.T.F. has a probe so far up your ass, it's almost kissing your prostate. Open the text file on your phone," the voice ordered.

Jimmy did and saw a small photo of Fiona talking with the red headed fed, Stahl. "Jesus," he said softly before putting the phone to his ear again. "How do I know that isn't a set up? Who are you?" he demanded.

But instead of her voice, he heard the voice of Filip coming through the speaker, loud and clear.

"What the hell were you thinking, turning rat, Fiona?" he demanded.

"Who told you I turned rat?" Fiona yelled.

"Has Stahl threatened to tell him, yet? That you turned?"

"You knew?!"

"You're kidding, right? Filip, you hate my guts nearly as much as Jimmy."

"A.T.F. tried to use the photos to rile up the Sons, hoping they'd turn on you. They didn't. But I'll give you one guess who did. We've had eyes on her for days, and know every time she meets with a fed. You're lacky's are sloppy. She slips their tail easily enough, and they're too afraid to inform you of when they loose her."

"And what do you get out of telling me this?" Jimmy asked.

"Just spreading the love. And pointing out where it's lacking in other relationships is always fun," the girl said before the line went dead."

Jimmy pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it before swearing.

"Shite."

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Jane hung up the phone and looked at Jasper, Alec, and Clay. "It's done."

"Simple and to the point. I like your style, girlie," Clay said with a smile that was all teeth.

"Thanks, I guess. I'm going to find Bella. Coming Alec?" she asked her twin.

"Of course! It's been a while since we've talked with the principessa," he said, offering his arm to escort his sister out.

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"Where is Jimmy, Fiona?" Stahl demanded softly as she walked around the safe house. "You were supposed to deliver him by now."

"Jimmy never keeps to a predictable schedule. No one but himself knows where he's going and when. The man is more paranoid than Satan in St. Peter's during Sunday Mass. You'll need to show a bit more patience if you want him alive enough to stand trial," Fiona said, and though her voice was steady, her eyes were shifty.

"And you had better show a bit more industry in bringing him in, or Kerrianne will end up in the system here in the US rather than her native Ireland. Believe me, that can be an even scarier prospect than facing Jimmy if I wish. You came looking for me, Fiona. So you had better play this out."

"If I do, my daughter and I walk out of Charming and out of the country? Free and not having to look over our shoulders?" she asked.

"Yeah. When I arrest Jimmy and Clay. But if you screw me on this, missy, I'll bury the both of you." Stahl walked out of the house, leaving Fiona there to think on the mess she managed to get her and her daughter into.

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Ule was on his way back to Zobelle's smoke shop when he was cut off by the Sons. Well, a few of them on their bikes, at any rate. He was just glad that it wasn't the whole club. But it wasn't a man with a Reaper on his back that stepped forward. Instead, he had the likeness of Nosferatu and a bloody stake on the back.

"Ule, if I'm not mistaken," Jasper said in his thick accent.

"Who's asking?" Ule said bravely...or stupidly if you were looking through Jasper's and the Sons' eyes.

"Jasper Whitlock of The Coven, and the brothers of the Sons of Anarchy MCs. You're kickin' up dust where you oughtn't," Jasper replied evenly.

"I've only been working the plan laid out by Mr. Zobelle," Ule said.

"Oh, that's clever, boy. Blame the dead man. Shove off any blame and ensure that you're not caught in the crossfire. Solid plan. Would have worked if you had slinked back into obscurity rather than kicking a hornet's nest you knew nothin' about."

"Yeah, well, what are you going to do about it?" Ule challenged before giving a cocky if nervous chuckle. "Gun me down in the middle of Main Street?"

"Now why would we go and do a stupid thing like that? Oh no. How about we duke it out. For all of Charmin'. You and your 10 best minions against me and mine."

Ule actually hesitated for a moment, thinking over the proposition. The assured stance of Jasper and the mischievous glints in the eyes of the Sons behind him weren't all that reassuring.

Jasper saw this though, and pressed his advantage. "Come on. One fight to end all others. One fight instead of a long drawn out war on the streets of Charmin', both sides loosing men in droves. Do you even have that many men to loose, Ule?"

Ule took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and looked Jasper right in the eye. He may have had girth on Jasper, but where he had muscle and width, Jasper had an easy lethality to him. He didn't need to prove or posture. He knew he was the toughest cat in the yard.

"When and where?"

"Timberland, 8:00," Jax said from behind Jasper.

"Access road, L-4, off the main lumber drive," Opie clarified. "No weapons."

"No witnesses," Juice put in.

"I'll be there," Ule promised.

"As shall we," Jasper said with a malicious smile. He watched Ule walk away and sighed, anticipating the trap ready to spring. "As shall we," he repeated.