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After the Club House got raided and Detective Stahl threatened me- I was scared to stay at Kip's apartment alone. Sometimes he wouldn't show up and I didn't want to be by myself.

Clay also feared that Stahl would try to pressure me into answering questions and spill the little bit I knew about the Club. I took it as with the little information this woman would get, that she'd take it a long way.

In result of the risk, everybody found it best if I started spending the night at the Clubhouse. Somebody was always there so nothing would happen to me or Rei.

I wasn't going to lie, the place smelled like booze and cigarettes when I walked in. You could literally see the smoke swaying in the musky air. It was just something I was going to have to get used to.

I had my own room, it was bigger than the one I had back home. There was a mini fridge in the corner, filled with booze of course and a window right above my bed where I could see the parking lot. Wow... What a great freaking view.

When I told Finn what situation I was in, I could see the look of anger and fear on his face. He kept telling me that my best choice was to get the hell out of Charming. For a second I considered that. Up until Chibs told me that the ATF would never let that happen considering I'm under suspicion. They'd probably track me if I ever crossed Charming borders.

"How could this get any worse?!" I groaned loudly, flopping back onto the stiff bed. I shot back up when I heard screaming coming from the den. I looked out the door and saw Juice, Clay, Chibs and my brother, wheeling in some guy on a stretcher. It looked like he had gotten shot.

"Who's going to get this bullet out of my ass?!" the bleeding Irish man yelled in pain.

"Bayley!" Chibs called for me. I was frozen still. "I need you to get me a knife so I can get out these bullet fragments."

"Uhhhh...." I stammered in shock.

"Today please!" he shouted.

I grabbed a knife and handed it to Juice who sterilized it with his lighter. "What happened?"

"The damn Mayans ambushed us at the pub." Clay answered. "They tried putting a bullet in my head but instead got a bullet stuck in Cameron's ass."

I got a little queasy watching Chibs pull out the bullet fragments. He must have done something wrong because blood started shooting up. "Holy shit!" Kip backed away from the stretcher.

Without thinking, Juice plugged the wound with his fingers. "Now what?" he looked at everybody for confirmation.

"Bayley, help Prospect get some supplies from the ambulance that he stole earlier." Clay ordered, as if I was an official club member.

The only thing that came to my mind though was My brother stole a freaking ambulance!? "Yeah sure." I agreed.

Cameron picked his face up from the table he was lying on. He barely turned his head and made eye contact with Juice. "You got your fingers jammed up my ass?"

Juice's eyes widened. "NO! No... Well technically yes... My fingers aren't jammed up your ass cuz that would be gay. My fingers are jammed in your ass... Which is still kinda gay... I'm not gay." he looked down, "Will you two hurry and get the stuff from the ambulance!?"

Me and Kip ran out the room and to the ambulance. "What the hell!? There is a guy bleeding to death and I'm helping you! Why am I helping you? Just take him to a hospital!"

I watched my brother start grabbing random medical supplies and medicine from the truck. "He's a wanted criminal. He can't go to a hospital!"

"So you're going to let a guy who doesn't know what he's doing, pull a bullet out of him?"

"Chibs was a medic for the Real IRA*. He knows what he's doing."

"I don't even want to know what the IRA is!" I threw the stuff I had at him. All of this was just so overwheling. I wanted nothing to do with SAMCRO.

"I told you that you should have gone back home. Did you listen? No. This was your choice, not mine!" I stared at Kip in shock. This was the first time he ever actually yelled at me. All he did was shake his head, "Next time when I tell you to do something just do it."

I stood there and watched him enter the room with the guys. I was going to walk to my room until Chibs called me back. "What?" I raised my voice. I slapped my hand over my mouth, forgetting that these guys are dangerous and that I shouldn't piss them off.

Thankfully Chibs was really nice and understood why I've been frustrated. "I need you to help."

I walked back in and saw Juice with his fingers still in... Nevermind. "Why can't my brother help?"

"Jax just called and he needs us ASAP." Clay said, slipping his phone in his back pocket.

"You and Juicy Boy have to finish up here." Chibs told me as if he thought I knew what I was doing.

"What!?" him and I both freaked out.

"Give him a dose of the painkillers and fill the syringe up half way with the antibiotics. Then plug up the wound." he explained while heading out the door.

"Wait but-!" Before I could ask any questions they were already out the door and on their motorcycles.

Cameron rocked his head back and forth, groaning. "Uggghhhh... I think I'm dying..." his eyes began to slowly open and close. "And 2 kids who have no idea what they're doing are trying to save me..."

"That's a lot of talk for a guy who's half dead." Oh my god where the hell did that come from? These guys are changing me.

"Kid?" Juice got offended, "I'm 25."

"Take these." I leaned Cameron's head back and shoved 2 large pills in his mouth and handed him the bottle of whiskey to wash it down. I filled the syringe half way like Chibs said and injected it into the infected area. "That was nerve wrecking."

Juice looked at me, "C-can I take my fingers out now?"

I would have smacked my forehead if I didn't have blood on my hands. "Yes."

"Cool." he smiled and took his fingers out. All of a sudden blood spewed up. "Shit we forgot to plug it!" I grabbed a bunch of gaus and just stuffed the wound. Juice checked if Cameron was OK but he had passed out. "Eh, he'll be fine."

I leaned against the wall and blew my bangs out of my eyes. "That was worse than child birth."

Juice started laughing. "We make a hell of a team." he raised his hand to give me a high five then we stopped half way because we noticed the blood still on our hands. "Can we wash this off now?"

"I think that'd be a good idea." I giggled, walking to the bathroom. Juice followed behind me.

"How old are you?"

"17. I'm turning 18 next weekend."

I noticed his dark brown eyes quickly look me over. "Interesting..."
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A/N: Should Bayley take a chance to leave Charming or should she stick with SAMCRO? And what up with that look from Juice?

*Real IRA: Real Irish Republican Amry