AN: This is a continuation of my story featuring my OC Arika Blake from Control Freak. I recommend reading that first, or don't. I ain't yo mama. :P

Disclaimer: I don't own the SoA…

"Fi, you alright?" the brunette in the passenger seat didn't respond as she stared out the window at the trees zooming by. "Fi?" the driver repeated, his voice filling with concern as he glanced at her sideways. "Fiona!"

"Yes! What?" She said finally realizing coming back into the present, turning her pale green eyes from the scenery to the driver. It had been six months and she still wasn't used to the new name. "Sorry babe, I was a million miles away." She said, putting her hand on the thigh of the driver.

"I could tell." Jason said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it gently.

Jason Steele had been on his way home from the coast when he witnessed the accident, a SUV lost control and flipped down an embankment. The off duty cop couldn't just do nothing. He rushed to the aid of the occupants…

Lights, horns, the screech of tires, the wail of metal twisting, the sensation of being tossed around the large SUV like a rag doll, then thunderous silence. For a moment she thought she had gone deaf. She was almost sure of it until sound slowly started to register in her mind. She could hear panic screams for someone to call 911 and the sound of running feet.

With the return of sound also came the return of feeling. Pain screamed through her nerves in a sudden wave. She screamed out in agony, pain radiating from her ribs, leg, her already injured shoulder, and her arm. She was going to die.

"Hey, hey, you okay?" someone was standing over her, why were they so tall? The figure knelt down over her and suddenly it clicked in her brain that the SUV had flipped.

"Sh, sh..." the figure was a man and he was trying to comfort her awkwardly. Trying to make her stop screaming.

"It hurt's" she screamed at him. "God damn it, it fucking hurts." she swore.

"Can you move at all?" she shook her head.

"Shit is definitely broken." she moaned. Her left arm seemed moveable, and her right leg seemed okay... But their partners burned and throbbed with pain. Not to mention her ribs. And she was so tired, it wasn't a sudden, but she was gradually feeling sleepier.

"We called an ambulance; it's going to be okay." The man said, using what must have been his over shirt to wipe blood away from her eyes. As the feeling of sleep took over her body, Arika, let her head slump to the side, looking back into the crumpled SUV. Her mothers unseeing eyes stared back at her.

"Finally." she mumbled, her eye lids getting heavier than the pain.

"Keep those pretty eyes open sweetheart, stay awake for me." she was safe at last

"Fi, come back to me." Jason said, squeezing her hand, bringing her back to reality again. She shook away the cobwebs and smiled apologetically.

"Sorry. Pregnancy brain" she said putting her hand on her rounded belly. "And now that we know that it's a boy, I just can't some thinking about baby things." It was only a partial lie. She was preoccupied with thoughts about the baby, but more about thoughts about the life she had escaped and the one she left behind.

When she woke up in the hospital she had been dazed and confused, but as she was nursed back to health, and they began to ask her questions about who she was, she lied. She feigned amnesia, and she was surprised at how easy it was to pull it off. The doctors said that with serious injuries and traumatic experiences, it wasn't unheard of, and they just let her keep up the charade. Jason jumped at the chance to play the white knight, and as long as Arika could feed him the right lies to keep him from becoming too overbearing, she didn't mind it so much. Though the easiest lie was 'I don't remember', and even though he would try to use some tool he learned on the internet to inducing memories, Arika never gave him an inch.

"A boy. Isn't that exciting?" he said with a grin. Jason was so thrilled with her pregnancy; you wouldn't even realize that the baby wasn't his. "I'm so glad I got to go with you today." Jason said as they pulled up in front of the bar that Arika worked at. Jason hadn't let her start working until after all of her casts were removed after the accident. He didn't want her to start working then either, insisting that he could take care of her and the baby, but she counter his offer with insisting that not having an identity meant needing to go out and create one. He got her a job somewhere that he knew she'd be safe, his friends bar.

"Me too. I guess we can start thinking about names now."

"Yeah. How about Jason Jr. JJ for short." Arika laughed.

"Keep dreaming lover boy." She said pressing a kiss to his pouting lips as she opened the car door and slid out awkwardly. At 6 months pregnant, every movement that required a level change was awkward.

"See you after my shift." He said. As she grabbed her purse and closed the door.

-SOA-SOA-SOA-

The ride from Charming to Auburn wasn't bad. If Jax wasn't working or diving to the bottom of the bottle, he was on his bike, getting lost on the road. His mountain of guilt and self-pity was stacking higher though. It must have been, because he thought he'd seen Arika in the bar at least a dozen times. It was crawling with babes and bikers from the rally. He blamed it on the booze. He thought he saw Arika everywhere these days. Sometimes he would be driving down Main street and he would wish he could do it all over again. That he could stop and go back and pick her up and just take her far away from all of the pain that followed her to Charming.

"You al'ight brother" Chibs asked, clasping Jax's shoulder. The blonde shook his head and backed away from the table they have been standing around, talking with another MC.

"I'm gonna get some air." He told his brothers, waving off Ope as he tried to follow him out. He needed to breather and get his head on straight. This weekend was about making connections and raising money for charity. He started to take a walk around the edge of the building, lighting up a cigarette and inhaling deeply.

-SOA-SOA-SOA-

Arika felt awful, but she her nerves couldn't take it anymore, she had to get out of the bar. She didn't know there was a bike rally in Auburn for some sort of annual charity, but when the bikes started rolling in, Arika's heart started racing, and the anxiety was bad for her and the baby. She immediately asked Tom if she could go home for some rest, but with there being a huge rush, he asked her to stay as long as she could until he could get one of the other bar tenders in to cover her. He was nice enough to put her on the bar, so she could see who was coming, and had a chance to bolt if she needed to, not that she's be able to bolt very fast with the baby bump. Thankfully, it hadn't come to that.

As she stepped out into the cool February night from the back door, she inhaled deeply, taking in the fresh air. Her anxiety started to ebb. She had made a clean get away, if SAMCRO showed up at the bar, she wasn't going to be there.

"Hey, Fiona!" Arika paused, turning around. Sarah was standing in the doorway of the bar. "Dr this in the dumpster on your way?" she asked with doe eyes.

"Of course. Least I can do for bailing." Arika said, doubling back across the parking lock to collect the garbage bag.

"No worries. You get home and take care of that baby!" Arika smiled appreciatively as Sarah disappeared back into the bar. Arika turned around to head to the dumpster but she stopped dead, the bag dropping from her hand.