Teen Mom: SAMCRO Edition

Chapter Thirty-Three: Jax/Opie

JAX'S POV

Before departing from Charming, Jax and the guys ensured the clubhouse was on total lockdown. Then they headed for the small airfield on the outskirts of town to meet their plane. Sonny had been in LA when the SOS from the island had come from Opie, so he had taken off in his jet and sent another plane to pick up the guys from SAMCRO.

The plane trip was the longest of Jax's life because he was so anxious to get to his family. He wasn't the only one either. Happy had spent most of the flight pacing.

It was a little after two in the morning, and the plane was still two hours out from the island when Opie reached him by satellite phone.

"We got Clay. You guys okay?"

"Why wouldn't we be okay?" Jax was confused. "And is shithead dead or alive?"

"Alive and tied up," Opie responded. "Your mom's here and safe too. And I was checking up because Clay was talking shit about a bomb on a plane, and Juice swears he saw a fireball in the sky not five minutes ago."

Jax's heart sank down into his stomach. "Opie, I'm not on the same plane as Sonny. He left a few hours before us...and we're only a few hours away."

"Fuck," Jax actually heard the wind leave his best friend's lungs. "The storm's calming down. I'll put a call into the coast guard."

"Don't freak out the ladies," Jax advised. "Don't tell them anything until there's something to tell."

When Jax hung up with Opie, he immediately called Sonny's phone. He didn't answer. He tried two more times. Still nothing. It went straight to voicemail. Then he did something he rarely did. He fucking prayed. He prayed that today wasn't the day he would have to tell his wife that her father was gone. She had just begun to mend her relationship with him, and Abel had grown very attached to the man he called his Abuelo. He was the only grandfather his boys had.

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THREE HOURS EARLIER

OPIE'S POV

THE ISLAND

Opie and Juice slowly descended the lighthouse stops with their weapons drawn. Once they reached the bottom, they stopped, and Opie peeked around the corner to look in the play area. He saw Clay, alone, his only company, the corpse of one of August Marks's men at his feet. Clay paced like he thought that he was alone, and it struck Opie that SAMCRO's former president hadn't had eyes on them and appeared to have no idea that the group had also chosen to take shelter from the storm in the lighthouse.

Opie brought his finger to his lips and looked at Juice. In one hand, Clay held a pistol. In his other hand was a satilitte phone, not at all, unlike the one that Opie was using.

"The bomb's on the plane as promised, but I ran into an issue with Marks and his guys." Clay was talking fast. "Hello? Hello? FUCK!" He screamed and threw the phone against the stone wall, destroying it.

"Hope you didn't need to call anyone else, Clay." Opie stepped out of his hiding spot, his gun aimed right between the older man's eyes.

Juice followed Opie's lead. "Drop the gun, man."

Clay did as he was told.

"Tell me about the bomb on the plane," Opie demanded. "Who's plane?"

Clay smirked. "Fucking figure it out, junior."