Going Home

Chapter 23

Edited

Roosevelt made his way down the hallway towards the room Juice had occupied an hour earlier. Looking inside to see two men laid out on the floor, each with gunshot wounds. He knew them both and shook his head. How the hell could this all be happening? The plan was supposed to be simple. Put the girl in a little bit of danger and watch the Sons retaliate, landing themselves in prison.

Now as he stood he watched as the coroner loaded up the men and walked back out of the room to see Jackson Teller speaking to an officer. He could see the look on Teller's face. He knew this was going to get bloody and he didn't blame him. This isn't what he signed up for. He got involved in this to stop the violence in his town.

Once Jax was finished speaking to the officer, he didn't hesitate to speak with the lieutenant. "This shit, is on you." he said through gritted teeth. "If anything happens to my sister because of your hate for my club, this will be the least of your fears."

As Jax went to leave to check on Tasha, Roosevelt stopped him. "This wasn't what was supposed to happen."

Jax sneered as he charged towards him. "But it did. Now what 'Lieutenant'?"

Roosevelt hung his head and sighed, "It ends. Do what you have to."

Jax nodded and made his way down the hallway to join the others. All heading up to Happy's room.

"What the hell is going on" Sam asked as she sat in the chair beside Tasha.

Tasha looked up at Tig and sighed. She was trying to find the right words to say to her. "You know the club, about what they used to do. This shit is because the sheriff's office was trying to end SAMCRO." she tried to explain. "Used me to get the Sons to retaliate against this guy, Lowen. Kill two birds with one stone is how I see it."

Tig placed a hand on her shoulder, "Jax is on his way up. Juice and Chibs are alright." he said as Tasha visibly relaxed a little.

Sam's pager went off and looked to see who it was, "Shit, I gotta go." she said as she made her way to the door. "I'll be back after my shift she said."

Tasha's focus went from Sam to Happy. She couldn't help the guilt that settled into her. If she hadn't come back, this wouldn't have happened. She kissed his cheek as she sat back in her chair watching as the machine breathed for him. She made a promise to him right there that she would do everything in her power to end this.

Jax walked into the room with Bobby, Chibs and Quinn on his heels. He watched as Tasha stared at Happy, watching every rise of his chest. He shook his head as he nudged Tig. "How long has she been like that?" he asked quietly.

Tig looked over at her and shook his head. "Not long. Wheels are turning, you know that."

"That's what worries me." he mumbled. He made his way to his sister and kissed the top of her head. "You ok?"

She looked up at him and shrugged. "How am I supposed to be?" she asked, turning her gaze back to Happy. "They're lightening up the sedation in a couple of hours."

Jax squeezed her shoulder, "We'll be here when they do. You're not doing this alone." he assured her.

"What happened with Juice?" she asked. "Is he ok?"

Chibs ran a hand over his face. "Aye, he's fine, love." he began. "Those fuckers tried to sneak in not thinking I was in there with him. Took them both out."

She nodded and stood. "Where is he?" she asked. "He shouldn't be alone."

"Don't worry, darlin. We got him covered." Jax tried to ease her anxiety. "Eglee is with him."