A/N: This takes place between seasons 4 and 5. This is just an idea I had and wanted to share with all of you. There are several O.C.'s and one of which is a big focus. This is my first try at writing for S.O.A. . I hope you enjoy. Reviews are heavily encouraged.
Of course, (Checks bank statement) Nope, I do not own Sons Of Anarchy or anything pertaining to it. That all belongs to the great Kurt Sutter aka Otto Delaney

Chapter1

Only two weeks after becoming president of the Redwood Charter, Jax was woken up by a sound he hated hearing while he was trying to sleep. He irritably looked over at the ringing prepaid cell phone and quietly got out of bed to answer it. He didn't want to wake up Tara. He did not recognize the area code or the number. So he answered hesitantly.

"He... hello," he asked sleepy and suspicious.

The voice on the other end of the phone was definitely a woman. Her voice was full of worry. He had a hard time understanding what she was saying due to her heavy accent. Within seconds he recognized who it was.

"Maureen Ashby?" he asked confused and concerned.

"Yes Jackson. I am very glad ya answered," she answered almost frantically.

"Calm down. Is everything okay? What the hell is going on? Did something happen to the club... or to Trinity?" he asked a little more awake.

Maureen sighed. "I shouldn't be calling ya but this is about tha Son's M.C. here in Belfast. Don't be concernin' yerself with Matters concernin' Trinity. Those are my burden and mine alone ta worry 'bout."

"Sorry..." he began insincerely and not wanting to argue the point about his sister. "What's going on with the club?"

"I was asked by a club member ta reach out to you Jackson. I was told yer now tha president of yer charter. Tha mother charter. Tha Belfast charter needs yer help as tha president. After tha Kings sanctioned fer you ta kill Jimmy O'Phelan out there, in order ta drive home what happens when Irish natives betray the cause, tha Kings killed Seamus Ryan. Tha member Clay appointed president of that Belfast charter. They haven't been able to keep a president since and are falling apart Jackson. They the president of the mother charter to come and sit with them. Ta give some guidance and make them stable. You know I wouldn't even be getting' involved if I didn't think they were right about tha necessity of reaching out ta you," she answered.

"Jesus Christ," Jax muttered. "Clay fucked things up bad enough that I actually need to go to Belfast?"

"Jackson, I'm afraid that if you do not come and sort this mess out, tha Belfast charter will completely implode. It's bad enough that Galen O'Shay met with and told them that they need to get their shite together or the Kings will appoint a president of their own to tha charter. One that'll keep the guns runnin' to tha Russians. None of them want that. Jackson, with you being the son of John Teller, you are the only one the older members of tha charter will listen to anymore.

As Jax exhaled he said, "Shit." "You're gonna have to give me a few days to pull this off Maureen. I'm out of prison on parole right now and Clay has us in deep with a God Damn drug cartel. But one way or another, I'll get out there. Can you help get me an escort when I get there? I'm gonna need one," he answered.
Then another question hit him and he couldn't help but ask.

"Maureen, I know we instructed that the club keep taking care of you and my sister despite what McGee did. But I need to know, why the hell would they ask you to reach out to me? Who was it?"

Maureen sat silent on the other line. "I thought you an Clay worked it out. A week after you all left, Clay sent over a group of yer nomads to Belfast. They were assigned to protect me and Trin and ta help oversee the restructuring of the charter while passing information between tha charters under tha radar of the Kings and tha Army," Maureen answered.

"He did what?" Jax shouted and then winced when he realized how loud he was.

Maureen repeated herself. Jax nearly threw the cell phone at the wall when he found out Clay sent over members of another charter not only without a club vote but without even letting the club know. He talked to her a little bit longer and planned when and how he would get to Belfast. After the call ended, he lit up a cigarette and sat at the dining room table. Tara emerged from the bedroom with Thomas in her arms. She placed her hand on his shoulder and he held it in his. They stayed silent until he finished his cigarette.

"Dare I ask what happened?" Tara asked him.

He shook his head before answering. "Some shit is going down in Belfast and they've requested my presence since I'm now president of the home charter."

Tara glared at him. "You can't do that. Not with the cartel shit going on, the shit with my hand. Oh not to mention, you are on parole Jax."

"I know babe. Unfortunately it's club business though. I have to go. I don't have a choice. I'm going to go there, appoint a president, make sure they get back on course and head back. I'll be gone for a week. Two at most," he reasoned.

"It's never that simple Jax," Tara replied and then sighed. "But given that it's club business, I'm not going to be able to stop you. I'll cover for you as best as I can if the sheriff's or your parole officer come to check on you."

"Thank you for understanding Tara."

Before they knew it, Jax was at the clubhouse and called everyone to the table. He explained the phone call he received from Maureen Ashby and him having to go back to Belfast. He announced that Bobby and Chibs would be in charge for the time that he would be in Belfast. He informed the club of the Nomads that Clay unknowingly sent there and that he would be bringing back with him. So there would be a vote on bringing them into SAMCRO when they all returned. A decision the club quickly backed. However they were all against him going alone.

"You understand why we can't all go like last time. I thought hard about it and if any of you come with me, then suspicious may still be raised about why there's suddenly two of us not around lately. That will be two too many. That'll make Roosevelt get suspicious, do some digging and then we all get sent back to county. It's better if only I go. Then only I get in trouble if something goes wrong," Jax explained.

"No brother. I am going with you," Opie chimed in.

"Ope, you can't. Your fami..." Jax began but was cut off.

"I'm not asking Jax. You're not going alone. You're gonna need someone with you in case things go south and get messy. Might as well be me," Opie inisted.

Jax let out a defeated sigh. "Alright. Fine. I guess Opie is coming with me and that's it. No one else. I need to let Oswald know and then I will let you guys know when we leave," he said and banged the gavel.

Immediately after, he got on his bike and left for Oswald's home. They met at the stables as always. It took a while but Jax eventually convinced Elliot that he would make good on his promise to be back within two weeks. Next he called Romeo for a meeting. The meeting was set to be at the usual out of the way location. He gave Opie an excuse to need to go somewhere alone and went to meet Romeo.

When Romeo arrived, it was in his usual S.U.V. and with armed body guards. He approached Jax and shook his hand.

"I hope there's a reason for this sudden unscheduled meeting Mr. Teller. What's so important we had to meet here and now?" he asked.

"There is. I need to leave the country for about two weeks. I was hoping perhaps you could use your C.I.A. pull and keep the Sanwa Sheriffs and our parole officers from nosing around the club so they don't start wondering where I went. Just for two weeks. I am getting transport arranged there and back on my own," Jax explained.

Romeo nodded and looked around. "That's a pretty big favor to ask. What would be in it for us if I do this?" Romeo asked and stared at him.

"I gotta go to Ireland and clean some shit up to keep us from getting in bad with the Irish Kings and staying in business with them. Since I'll be there, I'll secure a deal to double the next two shipments for you and make sure I personally escort the second shipment back with some other guys from the club that'll be coming back with me. Don;t worry, they're already citizens. We'll be armed and the second shipment will be on time," Jax offered and lit up a cigarette.

Romeo thought for a moment. "Then we double the amount of our next two shipments for your M.C. to deliver for us."

Jax raised an eyebrow, "Deal. Thank you Romeo. Can you get that done for me by tonight?"

"I'll get it pushed through and shoot you a text," Romeo answered as he put his sunglasses on and turned to his S.U.V. "Let's go!"

After leaving the meeting, Jax decided that the best way to Ireland was the same as the last time they went. By securing a hideaway on a cargo boat for him and Opie. When he went and told Gemma about what was going on, it became more of an argument which lead to him walking out of her house and leaving without a word. He spent the remainder of the day at home with Tara and the boys.

It was seven o'clock at night when the text came from Romeo. Jax kissed Tara and the boys goodbye before he left for the docks. A part of him hoped that Opie would not show up. He felt Opie needed to spend more time with his family. Despite his refusal to listen to reason, his kids needed him. When he got to the docks, sure enough, Opie was there waiting for him. With a sigh, Jax walked up to him and asked if he was ready.

"Ready as I can be brother," Opie responded. They headed to the cargo boat without another word.

Jax hoped that they could get there quickly, get business done and then leave with as little going wrong as possible. Even though he knew that was wishful thinking.

Meanwhile In Ireland
Trinity was sitting on the couch, covered up with a blanket reading a book. A man with dark hair in a ponytail sat next to her with his her arm wrapped around her while watching the television and was taking a sip of whiskey. Maureen walked into the room and got both their attention. He turned off the television after Maureen grabbed the bottle of whiskey from in front him. Trinity got fed up with her mother stalling.

"What's the matter ma?" she nearly demanded.

Maureen took a drink and looked at them. "I had ta do what I felt necessary ta keep tha Kings from returning or coming and draggin' us back into tha M.C.'s problems."

"What did ya do ma?" Trinity demanded and stood up.

Maureen sighed. "I called yer brother. I told him some of tha things happenin'."

Trinity turned her head slightly and glared at her mother with one eye. "Tell me ya did not lie to 'im ma!"

Maureen looked at the floor. "I did not exactly lie Trin. I just didn't tell 'im everything and I did not tell tha whole truth."

Trinity's eyes widened. "Oh God! Tell me he's not comin' 'ere ma! Tell me tha Jackson Teller is not comin' 'ere ma!"

Maureen almost began to cry. "Aye. He is. I told him we needed 'im 'ere. He's already on his way. Someone 'ad tatell 'im. Lord knows tha club won't!"

Trinity began to cry and shook her head. "How could ya ma? How could ya? Now they might kill 'im for certain if they find out he's 'ere!" she shouted and walked out of the room.

The dark haired man stood up. He looked as angry as Trinity was when he looked at Maureen.

"Did she say Jackson Teller? Did you call him her brother? And did you say he's coming here?" he asked. His deep voice proving he was in fact American.

"Aye," Maureen quietly answered.

"No one told me she was related to Jackson Teller! Why did neither of you tell me?" he shouted.

"We couldn't. No one alive in the club knows. We couldn't risk anyone findin' out and havin' tha Kings or that Russians or anyone else findin' out and comin' after 'er ta get to tha club or Jackson," Maureen answered.

"She may not have to worry about them killing him. Brother or not, I have a score to settle with Jax Teller. It could get ugly. We'll see how he handles things between he and I first," he said bitterly.

"Well, 'ell be 'ere in a few days. Fer Trinity's sake, just don't kill 'im," Maureen replied and went to the kitchen.

"No promises," he answered and left the room to go find Trinity.

(I apologize if this seemed rushed. I didn't want to take too much time before they left. Please review as they are always welcome and useful. There will be more soon and they will be in Ireland :))