"Where you been darling?" Bobby questioned as I got out of my car on a Friday night at TM, the usual party already in full swing.

"Work," I smiled at the man who was sitting on his bike smoking a joint, "We can't all be in an MC," all of a sudden a blond head popped up from between his legs in the dark. "Really?" I questioned laughing at the fact that he had stopped me while he was clearly busy. I shook my head and started walking towards the party while Bobby yelled something behind me but I didn't stop to hear what he was saying.

"Where the hell have you been?" Gemma asked the second my shoes hit the inside of the club house, yelling from the kitchen doorway.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" I yelled back at her before walking behind the bar to get a beer. It always took too long to wait on a crow eater to get it, they were too busy flirting or sitting on the bar doing each others hair to actually do their job.

"Hey, before you see him.." Gemma started coming up beside me but I didn't hear anything but the banging of my heart like it was trying to escape out of a ten gallon drum. Eyes that you could of sworn were black met my blue ones and dread instantly filled my body as the worst memories of my life played behind my eyes. It was like a force of wills; us watching each other neither one of us blinking, but I could see the muscle in his cheek where he was grinding his back teeth, spinning a tooth pick in his mouth; knowing his reputation, and being sure that he only did that when he was really pissed sent goosebumps over my body, the Tacoma killer was pissed at me and it was very unsettling. Finally I blinked out of fear that my contacts would dry up and crack we had been starring so long; and when I shut my eyes I saw the memory of the back of him, walking away from me, leaving me behind.

"Did you hear me?" Gemma put a hand on my shoulder breaking me out of my trance, the music around me slowly seeping back into my brain.

"What?" I looked at her confused shaking my head finally looking away from Happy Lowman and over at the woman who had been the most influential over my life time.

"I wanted to tell you about him being here," she was staring straight at Happy keeping my nerves stirring, he didn't miss a thing and he would know we were talking about him. "But I see you've already noticed,"

"What is he doing here?"I sloshed back my beer, tasting the bitter liquid bubbling down my throat trying to look anywhere but over at him.

"Club shit,"

"Murder for hire?" I asked not being able to help myself I quickly looked back in the corner and his eyes were still on mine.

"Nah," she put her hands on her hips, "Some kind of shit with his Mom," I nodded my head at her as heavy arms rested around my shoulders and I instantly recognized the ticking of his oxygen machine.

"Piney," I smiled looking at the old man as Gemma walked back towards the kitchen.

"Hey Doll," he smiled back at me, "Donna is out at the fire, it's her first party since Opes been home, she's having a hard time, being around the club and all," I agreed with him and grabbed three beers before going back out the door of the club house feeling a set of eyes following my every move until the heat of the summer night hit my skin and the door closed behind me.

I found Donna sitting at the picnic table beside the wrestling ring all alone, a few beer bottles in front of her and when I got there too I swung my leg over the side of the seat and set another bottle in front of her keeping the other two for myself. "Hey stranger," I grinned at her, even though it was one of the last emotions I wanted to feel at the moment.

"Thanks," she lifted the bottle to her lips after she hit the lip of the bottle on the edge of the table the cap flying through the air.

"How are the kids?" I questioned her doing the same thing, she gave me that look everyone that knew me did when they spoke about their children to me.

"Good, on summer break right now, they are spending a lot of time at my Moms," she quickly looked away from me even though we could barely see each others faces in the dark the fire's around us giving us light. " I saw him," she added still acting like she was watching something down the lot.

"Yeah, me too," I took another swig of my beer.

"How long has it been?"

"Shit," I acted like I was thinking about it even though I probably could of told you the hours since it happened,"Three years,"

"Wow," She muttered finally looking back at me again.

"Bowie!" the seat shifted as weight got added to it and one of my best friends Victoria slammed down beside me, "Where the hell have you been?" I rolled my eyes at the question.

"If I get asked that one more time," the sound of glass sliding down the table brought a smirk to my face as a shot of brown liquid stopped in front of me. "It's about time a crow eater learns who to bring the drinks too," I joked with Vic.

"Kiss my ass," she smirked back tapping her glass against mine before we swallowed them down.

"Set it on the table and I will," I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand, the whiskey burning down my throat and settling in my stomach filling up the cold place his stare had left.

We had sat out at the picnic table so long that the bottle we had grabbed shortly after our first shot was empty and a new one was on the very bottom, Donna had left us an hour ago.

"You seen him yet?" she let out her word vomit that she'd been holding in all night.

"Yah," I answered knowing who she was asking about.

"And you didn't rip his throat out?" she questioned poring another shot for each of us.

"I didn't do anything but stare," I confessed, "It all came back, like I was there in the moment," Vic had been with me since we were both young, her dad owned the diner in town where Samcro used to regular, her dad and mine becoming close, growing up she was one of the only girls around after Dawn and Fawn moved in with their Mom.

"Ladies," Two guys sat down across the table from us, both of them with Tacoma patches on their cut. I didn't acknowledge them but Vic put a big smile on her face, and I felt her sit up straighter beside me, popping her boobs out further in her v neck crop top. "What your names?," they slurred, neither of the guys were attractive, both had ZZ Top beards and bandana's tied around their head and the arrogance that flew off their body instantly sobered me up.

"Vic," Victoria answered popping her hand out to both of the men before they both looked towards me.

"Bowie," I answered rolling my eyes and keeping my hands in.

"Bowie," one of the men smirked at me causing me to turn my mouth up in disgust, "Come on baby don't be nervous, we're all here for a good time,"

"She's not," his voice came from behind me, but it didn't jump me, it was like I had been waiting for it to meet my ears all night. Both of the guys at the table's eyes grew triple their size and they just about left a dust trail they left us so quickly. I didn't turn around towards the voice until I heard the sound of a chain walking away, I watched the back of his cut moving away, the light hitting his arms just right so his tattoos looked like they were glistening and the chain of his wallet jingled as he walked.

"He scares the shit out of everyone doesn't he?" Vic asked watching him walk away as well, "Everyone except you," But I didn't look over at my best friend I kept my eyes on the retreating club member remembering the last time I saw him leaving me, I could smell the room I had been in when he left the too clean smell causing my eyes to gain moisture, remembering how he looked at her, the first time I had ever seen him cry as I screamed at him to leave. I had meant to leave me alone, get out of my sight. He had taken it as something else, he left the room and kept going, as far as I had known he had remained gone for the last 3 years.

Now he was back in Charming, reminding everyone of what had gone down all those years ago.

Sons of Anarchy isn't mine! What do you think happened between them? Let me know what you think!

-Bailey