Hi Everyone! I decided to rewrite the 'Once A Crow' story. It's one of my favourite (despite of the terrible amount of drama I stuffed in there). The story won't change but I hope my style's improved enough through the years to make it more enjoyable for those who are already familiar with the story and for the new comers as well. I plan on weekly updates because I have several other projects. Thank you for reading, and if you take the time to leave a feedback.

Sorry for any typos/mistakes I made.

Some people believe that ravens guide travelers to their destinations. Others believe that the sight of a solitary raven is considered good luck, but a group of ravens predicts trouble ahead. And a raven right before battle promises victory.

Jo held her breath as they passed by the sign "Welcome to Charming". She stared out of the car, her head leant against the window. As she watched the buildings running by, old memories popped up on her mind, one by one. Nothing had changed since she'd left 10 years ago. The air was still humid like a wet towel was dropped over the entire town. She recognized nearly every person who walked down the mainroad, the only busy part of the place. Alan still didn't changed the broken sign over the grocery. The barbershop was yet to repair the shattered bottom glass in the door despite of the decade that passed since it'd been ruined. All of it was was the same, like time stopped in Charming, California, frozen everyone and everything into this strange snowball that was filled with sand instead of snow.

"Are you alright, honey?" Her fiance, Peter glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. His voice was filled with worry and caring, likely concerned that the trip to her hometown did more damage than good for her. However, Jo barely noticed any of that, barely even heard what he said as they passed the Teller-Morrow garage. She gulped, her heart jumped into her throat and her palm started sweating as she gazed at the old garage full of motorcycles.

"Joanie, babe." Peter nudged her knee lightly to get her attention and she shook herself mentally. This is not you anymore, not your life, you're only here for a couple of days, she repeated for herself for the hundreds of times since they'd started out.

"Sorry, just spaced out a little." Jo forced a smile on her face in hope to soothe her fiance. Her hand found Peter's and she squeezed it reassuringly. "Go straight, it isn't far."

10 years ago Joana Jameson had sworn to herself that she'd never come back, no matter what. She'd left everything behind; the gangs, her junkie mom, her best friend and love, her family. It'd been the best option after she'd been hurt as never in her life before by the man she'd loved more than anyone in her entire life. She'd known if she'd stayed, she could not change the old patterns, she'd have fallen back into the same routine that had always led to the same result.

The decision must have been made. There'd been no option but to cut all ties or else she'd have never been able to start a new life. Jo'd done a year in an ambulance car, needed the rush, the adrenalin, her life had altered way too much for her to give up everything at once. Later when she'd had enough spared money to get a student loan, she'd started law school and graduated successfully. She'd started a whole new life, and that new life showed simply no resemblance to the old one anymore. She'd become a new person; someone who was measured, polite, well behaved, someone who no one could tell about they were raised by a motorbike gang.

Last week she'd gotten a letter that her mother died and left the house for her. The passing of her mother had only been a surprise timing wise. Jo'd expected it to happen way sooner. She'd assumed before the letter that it had already happened just no one'd cared to tell her. Once she'd read the words, she'd spent an hour just staring in front of herself, not knowing what to do. Peter got no idea what kind of life she'd lived. He only knew Joanie, the kind, reserved woman who could be a bulldog in work but in personal life was a true comformist. At the beginning of their relationship he'd tried to ask about her background, simple questions like where she'd been from, about her family, childhood but Jo'd refused to talk about any of it. There were too many painful memories, too many secrets buried, things not only she didn't want to talk about but also didn't want to think of. Peter respected her decision and stopped asking about her past after a while what she was grateful of.

When she'd told him what had happened, he'd convinced her to go to Charming. His reasoning had been solid, and Jo'd had to admit he'd been right. She had to face her past otherwise she would never be able to move on. Jo'd agreed to go even if she got a sick feeling in her stomach with every

"That's it." Jo sighed and pointed at a rundown house. The car slowed down then stopped and she stepped out delibrately. She moved her gaze over the house, the light wind blew her long light brown hair into her face. The building as everything else was just like she remembered, maybe a little more ragged than the last time she saw it but the atmosphere of it was all the same, the feeling of abandonment.

"So this is where you grew up." Peter gazed at the house with a frown as he got out of the car, too. Surely, it could be a strange sight for him to see something so neglected, poisoned looking like a home of junkies. Peter came from a rich family, he never had to spare anything. Unlike Jo, he got everything; money, family, the perfect life since the day he'd been born.

"Yeah, more or less." She opted not to mention she'd lived with her godparents after her father had died when she'd been only 14, or that she'd moved to the Clubhouse at 16. The less he knew, the better it was.

Jo shut the car's door and headed toward the house. She lifted up a ceramic turtle at the door, knew with certainity she'd still find the key there. She opened the door, afraid what would be awaiting for her at the otherside, ashamed that Peter might see what a mess her mom was. A sigh of relief lightened the heaviness she felt and she smiled a little when she saw the place was cleaned, probably cleaner than ever before. Everything was in order, and smelled like roses instead of cigarettes, vomit and alcohol. Gemma, she thought to herself, silently thanking her godmother for taking care of everything before she'd arrived.

"Wow, there are a lots of pics here." Peter commented and moved to check the photos on the walls out. Jo looked around suprised to see, he was right, there were pictures on the walls everywhere. When she'd lived in the house there'd been no decoration, let alone pictures of anyone. The walls had been bald completely. Her mother'd had no energy to think of making the house looking like a home between two shots of heroin and Jo'd spent most of her time in her room or as far away from the house as possible. She slowly let her gaze wander over. There were photos of her, the club, her dad and just about everything that belonged to her past, even her turtle.

"You looked fairly different… Your hair was black," Peter noted, his eyes moved from photo to photo. "Why did you dye it?"

"Needed a change." Jo shrugged casually, not wanted to get deeper into the reasons of her total transformation. Because that had been what she'd done. She'd transformed herself into an entirely new person, both inside and out.

Peter stopped in front of a framed photo that hang in the center in the main position. There were a bunch of men on the picture, Jo who was just a little girl, stood between a young man, his arm around her shoulders and an older man. Her long black hair had been blown up by the wind, her eyes laughed as she looked up at the blond guy with such an admiration in her eyes even a blind man couldn't miss it.

"Who is he?" Peter pointed at the picture and Jo turned to him. She felt a tug in her heart as her gaze fell on the photo that got her fiance's attention. She remembered when that photo had been taken like it happened yesterday. It'd been made the last summer when both hers and her best friend's dad had still been alive. She'd been 13 then, the guy next to him, Jackson "Jax" Teller her former best friend, partner in crime, love, everything.

Jax was 4 years older than Jo. Everybody'd known they'd belonged together. They were the "JJs", inseparable. He'd been her knight, maybe a strange one with a rusty armour but after all Charming wasn't the place where anything would be ordinary. The truth was that Jax had always thought about Jo as his sister, his best friend, nothing more. In the end that had caused Jo running as far as she could from Charming. She could not stand being around him anymore with her unrequited love. It'd simply hurt too much.

"What do you think you are doing here?" A firm female voice called from behind them and Jo's mouth curled into a smile.

"Aunt Gemma, I was hoping for a nicer welcome to your long lost goddaughter." She turned to the older woman who wore a suspicious expression.

"Jo?" A frown appeared between her brows as she moved her gaze over the young woman in front of her, surprise coloured her features likely both by her goddaughter being there and her appearance as well.

"No, I'm just her ghost." Jo rolled her eyes with a grin. "Don't you wanna hug me?"

"Oh, honey." Gemma hurried to her and wrapped her arms around Jo.

Gemma Teller Morrow was more Jo's mother than her biological mother'd ever been. She and her second husband, Clay had been the ones who'd taken care of her after her father's death. They and the Club were Jo's real family, the people who cared for her, the people who'd given her food, a shoulder to cry on and everything she'd needed.

"What did you think disappearing for 10 years?" Gemma gave her a look what would scare everybody except Jo who knew there was only concern behind her eyes. When she'd gone away, she'd only left a note behind that told she was alright and asked them not to look for her.

Peter cleared his throat awkwardly, moved next to his fiance, reminded the two women he was in the room as well.

"Oh, sorry." Jo blushed, and rubbed her back, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Ahm, Peter, this is my godmother, Gemma." She motioned between them. "Gemma, this is Peter… my…"

"Her fiance," Peter cut her off, and offered his hand to the older woman with a polite smile on his face. She looked him over and smirked.

"You'd better run before she eats you up alive," Gemma said before she turned back to Jo. "I'll call the ladies and make a party for you," she stated with a pat on her cheek before she started away.

"Aunt…"

"Be there at 8," Gemma ordered before Jo could have a chance to protest.

Jo didn't want to make a big deal out of her homecoming. Actually, the truth was she wanted to keep it as low-key as possible. She wondered what she'd even thought that she'd believed she could be invisible.

"Oh, and Jo..." Gemma turned back from the door. "Change your clothes. You look like a fucking muffin." With that thought she disappeared outside. Jo laughed out and looked over at herself. Surely, in her flower patterned dress and blue high heels she didn't look like the daughter of a SAMCRO member.

"She hates me." Peter said in disbelief with a shake of his head. It certainly not an everyday thing that happened to him that someone didn't like him. He was charming, smooth, could easily find his way around in his own social cirlces. But this was Charming, not the Upper East Side in New York. "She doesn't even know me and she hates me."

"Yes." Jo shrugged lightly, with another wave of laughter surfacing as she watched his face falling. "Don't take it too personally though. She hates everybody who isn't family," she explained with a dismissive wave. "Great, now I have to bake what means I gotta go to the grocery." She groaned on a second thought. She couldn't possibly turn up without her infamous firey pie.

"You can bake?" Peter raised an eyebrow at her surprised as she grabbed her bag from the little drawer she'd dropped it to when they'd arrived.

"Yeah, never thought it would be important. I mean, you have a cook and everything." They were both to busy to spend much time in the kitchen and it was easier to let someone else do everything.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Peter asked as she passed by him.

"No, I'll be back in no time." Jo waved at him and hurried down the steps. She'd better just get this quickly out of the way.

Jax wandered around the grocery. Gemma'd called him to get beer and snacks because she was about to make a party. His mother was very secretive about the reason and it annoyed him. He hated surprises. Somehow in his life surprises ended up backlashing at them most of the times. But when his mother wanted something, there was no way to reason with her and if she wanted to keep a secret, she would so he didn't even bother pressing the subject.

He was on his way to his bike when he saw a woman walking in his direction. She wore a pastel colour, flower patterned summer dress, blue high heels, sunglasses that covered most of her face, her long light brown hair bounced in a ponytale.

She reminded him of somebody, her face, the way she held herself, the way she moved… Still he couldn't put his finger on who she was. Jax was about to ask her if he knew her when he heard Tara calling his name. The woman made a face and muttered something under her breath. It sounded like she said some things never changed but Jax couldn't be sure if he was right.

"Wait," he called after her but she entered the grocery without even glancing back and he'd better get going if he didn't want both his girlfriend and mother ending up pissed at him.

Jo hadn't even wanted this. She hadn't wanted to go home. It was all Peter's fault. Her blood boiled after she'd seen Tara was back in town as well. This was just her luck. The first people she'd run into besides Gemma were the two people she least wanted to see.

"Are you sure you want to come?" She asked for the hundredth time, in hope Peter'd change his mind. The truth was she was nervous as hell to let her blue blood fiance anywhere near the bikers. It was simply not his scene.

"Joanie, I'd like to get to know more about you. You never talk about your past, about Charming or anything at all." Peter sighed, tried to wrap his mind around why his fiance wanted to keep him away from this part of her life. There's a good reason for that, Jo groaned mentally but finally nodded.

"Alright, before we go, you gotta know a few stuff," she said meaningfully and Peter nodded, waited for her to continue. She took a deep breath and started. "My mom was a junkie and my dad died when I was 14," she started, watched Peter's reaction. His face darkened, pity deepened the lines on his face.

"Jesus, Joanie, why didn't you tell me any of this?" He pulled her close, obviously felt he should comfort her.

"No, no, don't get me wrong," Jo pulled away and shook her head. She needed none of that. "I've got nothing to complain about. See, my dad was a member of SAMCRO."

"SAMCRO?" Peter asked, confusion over his face by the word that foreign to him.

"SAMCRO is the local motorcycle club and they are my family. Clay, my godfather is the president of the club, his wife, Gemma, she was like my mom and all the guys… We are a huge family." Jo tried her best to explain her weird background. She was aware it'd be hard to understand any of it for somebody who got no idea about this kind of life.

"So this SAMCRO… They are like the Harley Davidson guys you can see on the road, Peter said slowly, his brain tried to process the information she'd just dropped on him.

"Yeah, something like that." She figured it'd be for the best to leave there, and share no more about the club with her fiance. It wasn't like he'd ever have anything to do with them so it was alright for her to just rest the subject. And whilst she trusted him, her loyalty would be always with the Sons and she knew Peter would never understand what this kind of life meant.

"About the party." Jo said with a straight face, wanted Peter to know everything she was about to say was to be taken 100% seriously. "The guys can be a little overwhelming. Whatever happens, just don't start to argue with them or say anything that could offend them. Don't touch their bikes and…"

"And don't look into their eyes?" Peter's laughter cut her off and she stood up frustrated.

"I'm not kidding, Peter," she groaned. She was nervous about Peter going to the party. He didn't know the rules of her world. This whole thing could go downhill so many ways, the possibilities seemed to be endless.

"Sorry." He chuckled lightly and stepped to her. "It's just like you're talking about wild animals, like we are going to the zoo." He gave her a kiss, and smiled at her. It was meant to be soothing but there was not anything in that moment that could blow her concerns away.

"Just try not to forget don't say anything stupid," Jo repeated with a slight nod and a sigh.

"Sounds like I'd better just stay silent all night." Peter watched her with a frown on his face as she walked towards her old room.

Something like that, she thought to herself but instead of saying it she sent a weak smile to him before she disappeared in her room.

Nothing had changed in there either. Everything was the same as she left it, except for the fact that her room was also as clean as never before. She moved to the wardrobe and opened it. Gemma must have washed her clothes while she was on it because everything smelled nice, and not like it had been left to rot. She didn't bring any clothes she could wear, so she got no choice but to wear something old.

Jo decided to go with her shabby ripped jeans, a black tank top and her old boots. She stopped in front of the mirror, her eyes fell on a photo. It'd been made when she'd been born. Jax who'd been 4 years old then kept her proudly in his arms, grinned like he'd just won the lottery. There was another one, Opie, her other best friend laughed hard at something while she sat in Jax's lap, playing poker with the guys.

As she stared at the pictures, she couldn't help but think about how different was Peter and Jax. While Jax got blond hair, Peter got black. Jax's eyes were blue, Peter's dark brown, almost black. Jax was tall, about 6", while Peter was way shorter than that, almost the same height as her.

But those were just the obvious parts that anybody could see. They were the opposite inside, too. Jax was restless, wild, always dealing with some messed up emotional stuff, being with him was like sitting on a roller coaster. On the other hand Peter never lost it, he was always put together, calm, his life, his emotions always in perfect balance.

She shook her head and pulled her hair into a pony tail. It would be stupid compaire fire to water. She reached for the black eyeliner. It'd been in the stoneage was a long time ago she'd used anything even remotely that dark besides mascara. Of course, she used make up but not as intense as back in her old life.

When she was done Jo stared at her reflection. The girl she saw there wasn't the same who lived in New York. It was weird, like Joanie went on a vacation and Jo took her place for a night. Now you have a divided personality, she snorted and rolled her eyes at herself.

She couldn't help but wonder how they would welcome her. Did they remember who she was? Was she still part of the family? Was Gemma the only one who was happy for her? She couldn't imagine that to be true but after the way she'd left, it wouldn't be surprising if they didn't welcome her with arms wide open. She sighed, grabbed her leather jacket from the back of the chair and went back to the living room where Peter waited for her. When Jo stopped in front of him, his eyes almost popped out of his head, he was clearly shocked by the sudden change in her looks.

"Wow." That was all Peter could say as he tried to take in what he saw.

"I know it isn't what you used to." Jo cleared her throat and ran a hand over her ponytail. One night, and he'd never have to see smokey eyes and red lipstick, black clothes on her.

"It's definitely different." Peter nodded, clearly, still tried to get used the sight.

"Okay, let's get over with this," Jo said, and started out of the house. The sooner they'd get this out of the way, the better it'd be.

Jo entered her godparent's house without knocking, Peter hot on her heals. He heard the voices from the back and saw Jo smiling. He watched as she walked through the house with a surprising confidence. Not that Jo wasn't confident but she seemed to be different, something changed in the way she held herself, she looked tough, like in the courtroom but with extra edge. Probably because of the clothes, Peter thought and shrugged the weird feeling off.

"Who makes the best pie in the world ever?" Jo shouted with a grin as all the eyes turned towards her.

"Raven?... Jo?" Everybody asked in union, watched her with wide eyes. Peter was slightly surprised by the nickname but it clearly fit the girl they knew, the one with the black hair, the one he had a growing feeling that he knew about nothing at all.

"Snow White's stepma, you sillies." Jo laughed full heartedly as she saw the shock on their faces. Silence fell over them, and Peter fidgeted behind her somewhat uncomfortable.

"Oh, baby girl, so you're the reason we're all here." A big man pulled her into a huge bear hug, lifted her up easily and the silence was broken, a ramble of laughter, and a mess of rambles ran over the garden.

"I missed you, too Papa Bear but I need to breath." Jo giggled and the man put her down.

"Wasn't your hair black, Raven?" A guy with slightly curly hair and dead cold blue eyes asked, watched her close with a suspcious expression on his face.

"Yeah, I guess there was a reason I went with the name Raven." Jo chuckled and straightened her back a little more as she faced the man.

"Still a smartass at least." The man rolled his eyes and hugged her.

She didn't need a second to forget about Peter presence. It was a long procedure while everybody welcomed her. He stayed at the door, and just watched his fiance. It was like watching a stranger. Everybody gathered around her and she hugged, kissed, talked and laughed, probably more than Peter'd ever seen. She moved so natural between these men and women like she'd never even left.

"Hey, Jax, look who is here," somebody shouted from the crowd when a blonde man passed by Peter.

Peter saw Jo froze for a second as she turned towards him. It was the same man from the photos he saw in the house, the one Jo hadn't talked about.

"So it was really you." Jax stopped a few feet away from Jo, looked hard at her. Her only answer was a shrug.

"You just walked away," he said with a razor sharp voice. Peter got a feeling something happened between his fiance and this guy, something in the past and whatever it was, it didn't help to ease the tension from his mind.

"And you didn't follow." Jo glared at the man, her voice mirrored his cutting one. It was a voice he'd never heard before.

There was tensed silence that was only cut off when Jo's godmother announced the dinner was ready. They all sat around a huge garden table. Peter was overwhelmed by the loud companion, for a moment he even felt lost before Jo sat down next to him.

"Hey, are you alright?" She looked at him concerned, and squeezed his hand under the table.

"Sure." Peter smiled at her reassuringly. After all it had been his idea to go to her hometown, to reconnect with her past. He'd rather not share he thought the men around the table looked like a bunch of criminals and he was happy they'd be out of this pithole in a few days.

"I'm sorry I left you alone before but I didn't see these guys for years," she explained.

"Joanie, it's okay." He gave a kiss to her, but the feeling of being watched didn't go unnoticed by him. When he turned to see who was staring at them, his eyes met Jax's intense gaze. The man wore an expression like he wanted to kill Peter. Maybe the guy was in love with Jo but she'd left, he thought as he looked away.

"I'm here," a guy yelled, almost fell to the table like he ran for his life.

"You're lucky this is a special night, otherwise you could sit with the kids again." Gemma glared at him.

"I'm sorry, Gemma. I tried to hurry, but you know there was this stuff I had to take care of," the guy tried to explain but stopped when he saw it led nowhere.

"Oh, and who is this fine young lady here?" He asked and made room for himself next to Jo.

"Jo." She laughed as he kissed her hand.

"Let me introduce myself, Miss Jo. I'm Jean Carlos Ortiz, but for my friends it's just Juice."

"It's nice to meet you, Juice. Good to see some fresh blood in this old creepy machine." Jo chuckled and the men around the table snorted.

"So is she an old lady?" Juice asked, and Peter frowned. In his circles this was not a phrase they used.

"No, but you'd better keep your hands to yourself because soon she'll be," a man with a terrible Scottish accent replied.

"It isn't that soon. I mean, she's only 28." Peter laughed sheepishly at his own joke but he seemed to be the only one who thought this was funny.

"Being an old lady means she belongs to one of us," Jax said, his gaze unwavering as he watched Jo.

"Oh, I see. Well, that wouldn't happen unless I join the club." He cackled again, pulled Jo closer to his body instinctly. Everybody stared at them like Peter said there was a bomb under the table and if anybody moved he'd explode it.

"Where is Opie? I haven't seen him," Jo asked, moved out from under his arm. Peter could tell she wanted to save the awkward situation but it didn't work because the silence got even heavier.

"Donna died." Clay, the big man broke the silence after a few moments. Whoever she was must have meant a lot for them because they couldn't even look up.

"What happened?" Jo asked, surprised Peter with her hard tone. He could tell Jo'd known the woman, maybe they'd even been friends so her hard expression was a slight surprise for him. Everybody moved their gaze to Peter who moved uncomfortably next to Jo. It was obvious they didn't want to talk about the subject in his presence. Jo nodded silently and didn't ask further.

Jax jumped up from the table and rushed off without a word. It took less than a second for his fiance to follow the other man's lead and go after him, leaving Peter alone at the table.

"Hey, pretty boy," Jo said, and sat next to Jax on the front steps. When she'd seen his face as Opie was mentioned, she'd known right away something terrible had happened. Her stomach dipped in fear for a moment that her friend was no more.

"Wanna share?" She asked and Jax handed her his cigarette. "You know I didn't mean this but thanks." She took a gulp and waited patiently. Jo knew Jax enough to be aware asking questions, pressing the topic wouldn't get her anywhere.

"It was us," Jax said after a few minutes of silence. His words hang in the air and Jo swallowed hard.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, her stomach jumped to her throat. She didn't need to ask what he meant, she was all to aware of the meaning of his words. "What happened?"

"There's this crazy ATF bitch. She set us up, planting Opie was a rat…"

"What? How could you believe that, Jax?" Jo raised her voice and stood up, her eyes widening. She'd been gone for a long time but even eternity wouldn't be enough to turn their best friend against the club.

"I didn't, okay?" He replied frustrated, his eyes blazed with anger and pain. "They paid his debts, his car and mobile was wired so Clay thought that he gave us out. I didn't know about it, Raven."

"Jesus," Jo said in a small voice, tried to hold back the tears as she paced. "Does he… Oppie… he…"

"No, he thinks it was the Niners." Jax shook his head. Jo watched him for a few moments and she only realized then how exhausted he looked. She sat back next to him and pulled him into a hug.

"I swear if I only knew," he murmured into her hair. That voice sent a jolt of pain into her heart. Never before she'd heard him talking like that.

"I know, I know…" She said quietly, stroked his back softly, tried to take his pain away even if she knew it was impossible.

"Raven, you should come back if you don't want Gemma scare away your man." Half Sack, the new prospect showed up in the door with a grin on his face.

„Oh, shit," Jo cursed under her breath and jumped from the steps. She should have never left him alone with them, especially not with Gemma.

"So you tell me you can't use any weapon, you can't fight, not even a rabbit as much as I can tell. Would you mind share with me how you would like to protect my goddaughter?" Gemma looked hard at Peter, reminded Jo of a cop who knew the suspect was running off answeres.

"Leave him alone, Aunt." She rolled her eyes and sat back next to her fiance. "You know just like I do that I can take care of myself. I learnt martial arts and I can shoot since I was 12."

"You can shoot? And since you were 12?" Peter looked at Jo with wide eyes but she just shrugged.

"Do you remember? That was some crazy shit." Jax smiled as he made his way back to the table as well.

"Dad was so pissed he wanted to shoot your ass." Jo laughed along everybody, remembered her father chasing the 16 years old boy across the street after he'd found out what they'd done.

"Wasn't so funny. That could have gotten me killed." The edge Jax's words were taken off by the smirk that played over his lips.

"You"d have deserved it. Giving a gun to a kid." Clay shook his head disapprovingly but there was a smile hiding in his eyes.

"Then again who would have taught all the other stuff to her? Like kissing?" Jax winked at Jo who laughed even harder.

"Shut up, Teller!" She threw a frie at him, her cheeks turning slightly pink from laughter.

Gemma stood in the corner, moved her eyes between her son and goddaughter. That stupid boy let her leave, not realizing she was the one all along. Gemma knew she had to do something because there was no way she'd let Jax make the same mistake again.

"What do you have in mind?" Clay stopped next to her, knew too well that she was up to something.

"They are still perfect." She replied with a nod towards them.

"For what?" Clay raised an eyebrow.

"You know for what, for each other." Gemma snapped, made Clay laugh.

"Don't try anything. They will realize sooner or later." He patted a kiss on the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Not with that bitch, Tara back. Somebody has to show him who he is belong to," Gemma groaned.

"But that somebody shouldn't be you." Clay warned her. There was never anything good coming out of her interfering with her son's life.

Jo was talking to Half Sack, laughed hysterically as she listened to the story behind the name when a slow song started to play. It was Safe In My Heart by the Foreigners. Jo's gaze searched for Jax immediately. Their song.

When her father had died she couldn't stop crying. She'd been with Jax at the clubhouse. He'd turned on the radio and that song had been played. He'd taken her into his lap, and just swung with her back force, softly stroked her back, tried just to be there for her, knowing words couldn't have eased her pain.

Jax stepped to her, offered his hand that Jo took and he pulled her close to his body. They didn't dance, just swayed slowly with the music. She rested her head on his chest, listened to his heartbeat, a familiar feeling grew in her, the feeling of home.

Peter stood lonely in a corner, watched his fiance dancing with Jax. They were too close for his taste but that wasn't the worst part. He'd been watching them all night. They finished each other's sentences, had inner jokes that only they understood, and they moved in such sync even with the most mundaine choirs like cleaning the table, it made Peter feel smaller and smaller. The way they gazed at each other was disturbing. He realized there was some kind of invisible bond between the two, something that tied them to each other, something what he never had, that thing he knew was missing from their realationship, at least from Jo's part: blind, unconditional love.

"It was the biggest mistake of your life, convincing her to come back. She will never leave again, you know that, right?" Peter flinched by Gemma's words because he got a feeling the woman was right. He should have never let Jo come back. Next day when they were gone, he'd make sure she'd never return to this place again.

Jo pulled her shirt over her head, her eyes stopped at the tattoo on her left side. It was a crow, under it a text "JJ forever". She'd been 16 when one of the guys had made it for her. Clay and Jax both had been furious but she'd just laughed at them.

"What does it mean, Joanie?" Peter asked from the bed, startled Jo slightly.

"I thought you were sleeping," she said, and grabbed her night shirt.

"You didn't answer," Peter pressed and she took a deep breath.

"I already told you. Joana Jameson," Jo lied without blinking. "JJ forever" meant Jax and Jo forever but obviously, that wasn't a thing she wanted to share with her fiance.

"This isn't just a motorcycle club, is it?" His voice wasn't accusing, more anxious than anything else.

"What's with all these questions?" Jo asked back sharply, and got in the bed, pulled the cover over herself. She didn't like questions about the club, and it didn't matter what it was considering they'd leave in less than 24 hours.

"I'm just curious," Peter replied defensively and she sighed.

"Sorry, it's 3 in the morning and I'm tired. Let's not talk about the club. We leave tomorrow anyway," Jo said softly before she gave a kiss to him and turned her back on him, cut the conversation shortly.