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Now That I Have You: Chibs Telford X OC Fic. Chapter One

This was the very first fic I wrote for this fandom like a million years ago. I'm currently giving it a rewrite/edit on A03, but thought I'd post it as I'm editing in case anyone wanted to check it out. Not sure it's my best work but it was my first.

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Molly Garrett let out a sigh pure irritation taking over as she turned the key in her little rundown blue Volkswagen bug. The ignition sputtered a few times as the car struggled to come to life.

Her honey blonde bangs hung in her dark eyes, damp from the heat of California sun and her lack of air conditioner. She struggled to bring her sad old car to life grumbling under her breath.

"Shit." She blurted out as the car sputtered a few more times refusing to start up. She widened her eyes realizing the word that had just slipped out of her mouth.

She glanced in her review mirror looking at the little boy strapped into the backseat clutching a Spiderman action figure.

Cursing wasn't exactly a good habit to have in front of a five year old boy who would more than likely pick up on the impolite language.

"Sorry baby. Don't say ever say that word okay." She apologized not surprised that the boy didn't respond to her.

Mason hadn't spoken in days. This entire situation hadn't been easy on either one of them.

Thinking about how frightened her little guy was made her want to break down. Her son was the most important thing in her life. Mason was her world.

She closed her eyes holding back the tears; she had sobbed enough in the past few years for a lifetime. Her son needed her to stay strong.

Molly let out a laugh feeling a small victory as her poor little bug finally came to life. She took a final glance in the review mirror making sure that Mason had remembered to fasten his seatbelt.

She smiled at the sight of the family dog sitting up beside Mason, a little fat female pug named Rocket. The poor dog was panting just as hot as her masters.

Molly made sure the coast was clear hoping that she could see as well as she thought she could around the small Uhaul trailer. The uhaul was hitched to the back of her bug blocking most of her view. She said a small prayer as she pulled out of the McDonalds' parking lot.

They had to eat cheap for this road trip, so cheap burgers and fries had been on the menu for days now. Luckly there was a McDonalds everywhere and that was often the easiest thing to get a five year old to eat.

She felt a little irresponsible letting Mason eat so much unhealthy food, but she reminded herself that it was just for this trip. As soon as they got settled she could get him back on a more well rounded diet.

Today all she'd managed to get down for lunch was a crappy salad and an iced tea. It had been the cheapest thing on the menu. At least Mason had eaten all of his chicken nuggets though. It seemed to be his favorite food and she'd hoped that it would cheer him up.

It would be okay, she reminded herself. Once they got to California and she was able to start her new job at Saint Thomas then everything would come together.

Charming, California seemed to be the perfect place to start anew. She'd sent in her application to several hospitals all over the country, but Charming had caught her eye and much to her relief the local hospital there had hired her on the spot with just a phone interview.

She'd chosen her new home partially for the name; Charming. It was silly she knew picking a home because of its name, but what better place than to start a new life than in a place called Charming?

At twenty seven years old, Molly Garrett finally felt like she was starting her life on her own terms.

She had faith that it would be a better life; a safer life for her son and her. She hoped and prayed that it would be a life that would hopefully be free of the violence they'd both long endured.

She'd escaped an almost six long years in a marriage from hell with a man who hit first and asked questions later.

Brian Parker had seemed like a sweet guy at first, Molly and he had met in college both in their final year. He had swept her off of her feet and had seemed to be a good match for her.

She'd been impressed by her husband when they first met. She's felt like he was a practical prince thanks to his affluence and his gentlemanly charm. She was just a poor girl on scholarship who had grown up in a trailer right outside of New Orleans with a single working mother and two siblings. She had come from so little and Brian had come from so much in comparison.

Brian came from a nice wealthy family; he had a promising future at a job at a nice well-established real estate firm. The job was at a firm that his family had owned for years. He'd grown up with privilege and he'd been so willing to share that privilege with Molly. He'd showered her with gifts and promises.

He had promised her a comfortable life with a nice safe home and a future full of children and maybe someday grandchildren. She could admit she'd been blinded by both the promises and the presents he'd bestowed upon her. He'd made her feel so special to be worthy of such expensive nice things. He'd given her jewelry and nice shopping sprees. It was more than she'd ever known. She felt like a fool looking back seeing how he'd showered her with such things and love bombed her as a way to lure her in

Two months after dating Brian, Molly had become pregnant. Soon after she'd found out she was carrying his child, they'd gotten married. She had been so excited starting a life with a man who she was sure would protect her from all of life's horrors.

It had turned out though that the only horror she would have to fear would be her husband.

The violence hadn't started until Mason was two. No he hadn't been always kind to her before that but it was the first time he'd put his hands on her at least in a violent act. He'd been belittling to her up until that point and sex had at times felt like something she was pressured into. She'd always blamed herself for his verbal abuse and had been in denial about the lack of consent in some of their sexual acts. She'd told herself she was ungrateful and horrible to deny him and when he'd insulted her she'd believed that it was her fault. She'd been taught to believe that she was so less worthy than him. She'd been conditioned to think that she was just the poor piece of trailer trash that he'd given an opportunity to rise above her station. When he lashed out at her, she told herself that it was her fault. The act of physical violence had stunned her.

Molly had excused the violence the first time it'd happened. She'd made excuses for her husband.

She'd tried to tell herself that Brian was under a lot of stress; his temper had just gotten the better of him. His father was his boss and he was the prodigal son expected to be a model employee and that wasn't easy when he was trying to support a young family.

Brian had apologized to her, promised her it would never happen again, but he'd lied. It seemed that his temper got the better of him over and over again. Soon the physical abuse was as just as regular of an occurrence and the emotional and sexual violence

It was the same cycle over and over again. He would apologize and claim he was a changed man or worst convince her that it had all been her fault really. When she thought about leaving he'd lure her back in. She would come back to him hoping against hope that this time would be different. It was insanity she knew; believing that each time would be different. Wasn't that the definition of insanity though; doing the same action over and over again expecting a different result?

She knew that she should have left the second Brian hit her but she'd been blinded by naïvety and a poor sense of self worth. Honestly she knew she should have been out the door the second he started to mistreat her verbally. She'd been blinded by him though. It felt as though she'd been under a spell.

Brian had killed her self-esteem telling her that no man would ever love her like him. No man would ever want her especially after she'd had a kid. She was his and that was that. He reminded her of how lucky she was; how privileged she was to have the life he provided.

Molly had had believed him for three long years. She'd hidden it all from family and friends and from Mason as well. She had played a happy loving wife pretending that her life was just peachy with her adorable son in her husband's nice old house.

Her breaking point had been when Brian had struck her in front of her baby. He'd had a long day at work and she'd made a mistake in his eyes by not having dinner waiting on the table when he got home.

Her brother had discovered the bruises on her body. Jack Garrett was no fool. Her brother knew about the violence and he'd tried to talk his baby sister into leaving time and time again. He'd even threatened to call the police.

Molly had finally started to see the light after that beating, and had started to listen to her brother. She had enlisted him in helping her leave, helping her find a job far away.

Brian found out about her plans to leave somehow, he had made her pay for ever thinking about leaving him. Bruising her body and cracking one of her ribs.

The abuse that night had been severe more severe than it had ever been. Mason had witnessed the entire thing.

The boy had witnessed his mother on the floor crying begging him to go upstairs and play. He'd watched as she'd cried out telling him that it was all okay when it clearly wasn't.

The boy had been silent since that night. Her body still ached from the violence her soon to be ex-husband had put her through.

It was as though a light switch had gone off in her brain when the violence had ended. She'd looked in the mirror studying her battered body when it hit her; she knew that she couldn't live like this. This wasn't a way to live; it was a way to die. If she stayed she would die and if she died her child would be left without his mother to protect him.

She had to save her baby from this life and from his father. She had no doubt that without her there to protect Mason, that Brian would turn the violence onto his child. He was already neglectful of the boy at best. Without her there to shield her child the anger Brian had inside him would have nowhere to find an outlet other than his son.

The morning after that beating, Molly's sister Candace had helped her pack up her things while Brian was at work. The two women had stuffed what little she had into a Uhaul trailer. She had left setting out west that night leaving her old life behind without a trace.

Candace had wanted her to stay in New Orléans, but Molly knew that she couldn't stay in Louisiana. The only way Mason and she would be safe would be if they disappeared.

That had been a week ago. Molly and Mason had been on the road for a week now and we're finally right outside of Charming heading for the rental home she'd recently signed the lease on.

The little house wouldn't be much; just a tiny two-bedroom house with one bathroom and a kitchenette and joined living area. It was dainty but in a quiet neighborhood.

Jack had found the rental for her; he'd been the one responsible for setting up her new life, arranging her lease and cosigning for her. She just hoped that someday she'd be able to find a way to repay her big brother. The home would not be much but it would be hers and that made it feel like a dream come true.

The little rental property was a big step down from the sprawling old plantation home that Brian and she had lived in for years. It had been in his family for decades a grand home that she had been so entranced by when they'd first married.

The people she knew had all been so jealous of her life; not realizing that it was a lie. Behind the old glorious home and fine lifestyle, it had been years of pain and fear.

She just hoped that the fear was over. The pain had to be over and it could never happen again, she told herself.

This was a new life. She knew that she had to make it work, not just for her but for Mason. Her baby boy deserved a good happy life. They both were worthy of a good life.

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Molly rushed to get Mason ready for his first day of daycare. It was summer time so he wouldn't be able to start school for a few more months at least.

So for now the hospital's daycare would have to do. She had managed to land a job as a phlebotomist.

People were often a little freaked out once they found out that she drew blood for a living. She used to joke that she was the resident hospital vampire at her old job in Louisiana. She was always amazed Brian had even allowed her to maintain a job back home. She guessed he liked the way her job made him look. He'd been able to brag that his wife worked in healthcare and was so giving and kind. Her accomplishments at work made him sound better to those he wanted to impress. He'd been able to present them as a hardworking couple successful in their own careers. It was a career she loved. She knew now that her career was hers alone. She had worked hard for it. She was responsible for her accomplishments. Brian didn't get to take credit for her hard work.

She knelt down in front of Mason straightening his dark hair noticing that it had gotten a little too shaggy, but he wasn't too keen on hair cuts. His dark hair was one feature he'd inherited from his father.

For the most part Mason took after her; they shared the same hazel eyes, the same slightly round face, and the same smaller features such as their noses.

Molly spoke trying to sound cheerful and not stressed. "You're going to have a fun day today. You'll meet a ton of new friends, I bet. You're going to have such a blast. Maybe mommy can meet some new friends too. I bet we're both going to have a good day today."

Mason didn't reply. He only nodded his head as she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

She pulled at her blue hospital scrubs knowing that she looked like hell. She hadn't had the time to straighten her hair, so she'd just pulled it back into a messy bun.

At least she'd managed to put on a little makeup though. So hopefully she didn't look like the walking dead. She knew she was exhausted though. She knew that the exhaustion would be all worth it. This was the first day of the rest of her life.

She hadn't had much time to unpack anything the night before. She'd spent all day before unloading the uhaul on her own. The first thing she'd made sure to do was unpack Mason's bedroom.

Her bed still remained disassembled and most of their belongings remained in boxes around the rental home. She had slept by Mason's side the night before, in his little bed on his Spiderman comforter. They'd eaten cheap pizza the night before surrounded by boxes and watching kid's movies on the portable dvd player she'd packed.

The little house was not what she'd hoped for. It was so hot inside that it felt like an oven. She had spent hours on the phone trying to get a hold of her landlord. She'd hoped that he could come take care of the problem, but so far she had been unsuccessful. He dodged her calls until finally making an excuse that it would take a while to get someone out to look at the problem. She'd been told that she was just one of the many properties her landlord owned, so she would have to be patient.

For now it seemed that Mason and she would just have to sweat it out and make do.

She took Mason's hand in hers as they left the house. She held the one hand that wasn't clutching his action figure.

The Spiderman toy seemed to be a comfort to him. He brought the toy everywhere he went. He even slept with it like it was some kind of teddy bear. She'd worried he might leave it at the daycare, but he seemed unwilling to even consider parting with it this morning. She was willing to allow him the comfort despite her concerns about a misplaced forgotten toy.

Molly turned on the radio to an alternative rock station as soon as they got into the car, hoping that she could entice Mason into his favorite activity. He loved to sing along with the radio though he was too young to get most of the lyrics right.

It always managed to make her smile seeing him sing along like he didn't have a care in the world. She lived to see her child happy. It had been the one thing that kept her going throughout her marriage to Brian. Her child had been a lifeline through the misery.

Her smile failed to come though as Molly glanced in the backseat and spotted her silent son.

She shook her head as she pulled out of her driveway hoping that maybe the daycare would help Mason come out of his shell.

She feared that Mason might never recover from what he'd witnessed. He was afraid, she knew that.

She had done her best to explain things to him in a way that a five year old would understand.

Molly had told him that they were going on an adventure, to a place called Charming. They were going somewhere where he would meet new people and get to live in a whole new house. She'd tried to sound upbeat and make it sound as though they were doing something so grand. She'd tried to keep positive hoping that it would hide her anxieties and fears.

She had been unsure what to say about Brian. Molly knew that the time would come when she would have to explain to Mason why he had seen daddy hurt mommy and why daddy wasn't here with them.

She just hoped that she could find a way to explain it all. It wasn't right, a five year old child having to see something that horrible. She felt so guilty for letting him witness it all. Deep down inside she knew Brian was the only one to blame for his actions. She knew she had been a victim in this.

She hated herself for exposing her beloved child to something so terrible though. She felt pure shame for allowing herself to stay with a monster out of fear.

Molly took a deep breath knowing that she would never allow that to happen again. No one would ever lay a hand on her or her baby ever again.

This was the right choice, she reminded herself. She was doing the right thing.

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Of course Molly's bug chose that morning to get a flat tire. She was just lucky that she made it to a garage before she got herself into a wreck. She had to think it was a miracle that there happened to be an auto mechanics close enough to reach. Perhaps God was looking out for her? She had to hope someone was looking out for her despite the flat tire.

Chibs Telford raised an eyebrow as a pathetic looking Volkswagen Bug pulled into the parking lot of TM Auto.

The car was a sad sight; the paint on the right side was chipped and fading and the transmission sounded just awful.

It was still early; the garage hadn't even opened yet. He had come in early though wanting to bury himself in his work to avoid thinking about his personal troubles. He was thankful for the work even if the garage was still technically not open. He knew that he could manage to get the owner of the car checked in and take care of business despite the closed sign on the door. He was grateful for the distraction of work. It was a relief to his over exhausted brain and aching heart.

Chibs made his way over to the car as it came to a stop and a young woman opened the drivers' side door giving him a smile.

"I've gotten myself into a real mess." Molly stated giving the man who was slowly approaching her a sheepish smile.

She ran reached up tucking her side bangs behind her ear as the man spoke. "I'd say I agree love. How are ya even runnin that thing?"

She raised an eyebrow a little taken back by his Scottish accent, and the word love. She had expected to hear neither from the mechanic. A Scottish accent was an odd thing to encounter in Northern California

Molly felt her cheeks flush as she found herself staring at the thin scars along the Scotsman's cheeks. She looked away fearing that he thought she was rude for staring. She mentally scolded herself for being so rude. She'd been raised with far better manners than to gawk at something someone couldn't help. She felt like a jerk for even staring away making so clear she'd been gawking.

Chibs wasn't surprised that she turned her eyes away from him after staring for a bit.

He had long ago become accustomed to people's reactions to the scars Jimmy O' had given him before he'd taken Chibs' family and banished him from Ireland.

The pain had finally ended now that he'd gotten his revenge. Now that Jimmy O' was dead and gone and he knew that his girls were safe.

He tried not to let his mind focus on his girls for too long. His girls made his heart ache more than ever lately. He knew they were safe but they were so far away. Things had changed between his girls and he so quickly.

Fiona and he had come to an agreement just a few months ago; their marriage was over. There wouldn't be a divorce on Fiona's insistence. In Catholicism marriage was a sacrament that couldn't be broken, so divorce wasn't an option...or that was what Fiona had claimed. Chibs felt bitter over the refusal to even consider the divorce. He felt bitter about it all to be honest. It hurt though he knew in the end it was right...ending the estranged relationship entirely...agreeing to just be coparents to Kerrianne.

It had hurt losing the wife he had so long pined for. No, he'd not been faithful to her during their time apart. He'd allowed himself to fall into the chaos of SAMCRO and the women who serviced the club. His heart had belonged to Fiona though. It felt painful to realize that his heart could no longer be hers. He had no idea where to place that love now.

At least he still got to see his Kerrianne. He made a trip to Belfast as often as he could to see his soon to be fifteen year old daughter, hoping that they could build the type of relationship a father and daughter should have.

Kerrianne had been told so many lies about her father, by Jimmy. It had been hard for Chibs to convince her that her da was a good man despite his status as an outlaw biker. He'd done his best to prove his love and devotion to her. He'd allowed her to remain in Belfast knowing it was her home. He'd sacrificed the chance to take her back to the states with him. He'd given up that dream letting her remain in her home knowing it was what she needed.

As time went by and Kerrianne and he became close. They spoke on the phone weekly and developed a relationship. He sent her gifts often. It felt as though a void that had long existed in his heart had finally been filled. He was getting a chance to be a father. He loved having his little girl back in his life again.

Chibs could admit that he was a little taken back by Molly's accent as well. It was distinctly southern; strange to hear in Northern California.

He was also taken back by the woman's features; he would be lying if he tried to say that she wasn't a beautiful woman.

She wasn't very tall she barely came up right at the center of his chest. Although she was petite she had a nice figure, full hips and breasts. He could spot the figure even in the unattractive scrubs she wore. Her hair was a dark blonde; almost the color of honey and her eyes were a pretty hazel.Her complexion was milky and smooth looking. Her hands seemed petite and her short nails were painted a lovely shade of lilac.

He found himself glancing down at her left hand at her ring finger. He was a little shocked that there was no ring there. Still though that didn't mean that she was single.

A girl like that had to have a man somewhere. He felt foolish for even looking for a ring. He knew that even if she had no man in her life. she would probably never want a man like him. It was a foolish hope thinking of her in that way; checking for signs of her being available. He felt like an old fool for even considering her relationship status.

It was her smile that really caught his attention. It was friendly despite the fact that Chibs often intimidated people given his appearance and his ties to Samcro. Usually people didn't smile at him. She had a pleasant smile though her eyes looked tired. He was not accustomed to people smiling at him so politely. The smile made him feel warm inside. He felt silly for the thought; feeling a soft cozy glow under her gaze.

Chibs snapped out of admiring her looks as he managed to speak. "Looks like ya hit a nail on the back right tire... and yer transmission is shite."

"Yeah...like I said, I've gotten myself into a mess...and now I'm late for my first day of work...great." She replied though the last part of her statement seemed to be more to herself than to him.

He was shocked as she opened the backseat and leaned in helping a little boy out of the car. The boy was tiny; delicate. Chibs was certain the kid was small for his age. The boy seemed healthy at least; his hair was dark, loose shaggy curls that made him look angelic. His eyes were identical to Molly's hazel bright and clear. The boy held on to Molly's hand staying close to his mother.

Chibs felt a sense of embarrassment realizing that he'd just cursed in front of a child. Sure he had done far worse in his life but he was sure that the boy's mother wouldn't appreciate his language. He grimaced sure he was about to get an earful about the foul language in front of a child even if had only been one word.

He did his best to give the boy a smile as he spoke up hoping to smooth over any upset he may have caused the kid's mom. "Sorry I said a bad word little lad."

Mason stared wide-eyed at the strange man not saying a word. He moved behind his mother's form hiding from Chibs' gaze.

Molly cleared her throat quickly speaking up trying to explain her son's silence hoping that the Scot didn't take it as rudeness. "He's shy."

Chibs nodded his head understanding. He'd found that most kids that didn't know him well enough were just as intimidated by him as adults were. Which he could admit was hurtful. He had always loved children. He had loved his nephew back in Belfast when the lad had been growing up. He'd spent so much time with him and had appreciated being involved in his life. Now though he knew that most kids tended to shy away from him. They took one look at his face and felt fear. He had found comfort in the Teller boys at least. He liked being Uncle Chibs to them. It had felt healing to be around the boys. He knew Jimmy O' had not taken being Uncle Chibs from him at least when it came to the Teller boys...his heart ached knowing that Jimmy O' had taken his nephew from him though.

Chibs pulled his mind from thoughts of his late nephew as he spoke nodding back to the poor Volkswagen. "We're a bit backed up ere, but I can get yer car in this afternoon. Don' know how long it'll take though, Love. Like I said, we're a wee bit backed up. Lotta wrecks last week, lots of folks coming through for summer trips getting into wrecks. Plus we gotta a few custom bike jobs ahead of ya. I can't promise fast work, but we'll get ya fixed up anyhow."

Molly gave him a smile thankful that her car would be repaired and not break down on her anymore. She spoke taking a look at the name stitched into his gray works shirt: Chibs, she found herself unsure if she should call him that or not. She was quite certain the man's parents had not given him such a name. "Thank you so much...uhm.."

Chibs raised an eyebrow realizing that she was asking his name. He took himself by surprise saying his real name and not the name everyone but his family called him. "Filip."

"Filip." She repeated causing him to do something else that he found astonishing. He felt a genuine smile develop across his face. He couldn't help but to like the sound of his name on her lips.

She spoke again reaching out to take his hand. "I'm Molly and this is Mason."

Chibs nodded in response as he took her hand in his giving it a firm shake, unable but to enjoy how soft her skin felt against his calloused hands.

He was shocked that he was so reluctant to let go of her hand. He shook his head wondering what had gotten into him.

Maybe it was just that he'd been alone for too long. He found himself unable to really get back into the biker lifestyle once Fiona and he had agreed to end their relationship.

All those years Fiona and he had been estranged he had found himself easily falling into a pattern, booze and croweaters.

He'd sleep with any one of the girls who hung around the clubhouse, a different girl just about every night.

Nights of drunken sex with women whose names he couldn't even remember by the next morning no longer felt fulfilling to him.

After Fiona and he had agreed to end their marriage, Chibs had found that he could not sink back into the life of meaningless sex with crow eaters. He had discovered that he just didn't enjoy it anymore. It felt cheap and it made him feel empty. At first he thought that maybe he was just getting old, but then he'd realized something.

He was lonely. He longed for something more, something real. He watched Jax with Tara and Gemma with Nero and he felt so alone. He laid in bed at night without anyone by his side and fretted over his future. He had come to the realization he would die alone without love. He'd so long hoped Fiona and he would reunite but that dream was dead and he knew it was for the best...but it still hurt. He had finally realized that he was truly alone. It was a realization that made his heart ache and yearn.

He felt so foolish but as he stared at the pretty blonde he found himself wondering what it might be like to lie by her side at night. He shook the thought from his mind knowing he was just an old fool. There was no way a woman like her would ever lie by the side of a man like him.  

Molly spoke up as she stared down at her cheap red plastic watch unaware of Chibs' inner turmoil. "Is there a phone I can use?...I need to get a rental car and I need to call Saint Thomas Hospital and explain why I'm late."

Chibs nodded his head not astonished by her workplace. The scrubs made it obvious, there was only one hospital in Charming. He sighed more sure than ever now that she would never have the time of day for him. She was a responsible adult with an important job who would not be interested in the outlaw biker. Sure, he knew Tara had loved Jax despite her mainstream job, but there was history there. Chibs knew he held no history with Molly. They were from two different worlds. She would not want anything to do with his world. 

"I can have someone give ya a lift to the car rental place. As far as a phone, I'm sure I can sort that out too." Chibs stated as he turned getting the attention of one of the prospects motioning over to the man.

He spoke to Ratboy as the man came up to him. "Can ya take Molly and her boy ere down to Davis Rentals, and let er use yer cell too. She needs to call her work."

Molly widened her eyes a little surprised by the friendly gesture of allowing her to borrow a cell phone.

She spoke hoping that it was clear just how thankful she was for the kind action. "Thank you, Filip. I appreciate it more than you know."

Chibs ignored the look on Ratboy's face as he spoke the smile once again developing along his face. "Yer welcome, Love. Just leave yer number with Ratboy here and We'll get to ya when yer cars ready."

Molly nodded trying not to show how strange she thought that the man who was giving her a ride was called Ratboy. What was it with this place and the employee's nicknames? "Thank you so much."

And with that she let the prospect lead her and her son away to a tow truck.

Chibs watched her walk away cursing the yearning in his heart. He told himself he was an idiot for the feeling. He was trying to bat out of his league and he was too beaten down and worn to even dream that he could charm her. Charming her would be foolish. She was a mother and most likely just saw him as the older dirty mechanic who had been providing good customer service.

Chibs was surprised as Mason turned to face him looking at him through the back window as the tow truck pulled away. Mason did the last thing Chibs' had expected considering the kid's silence. He stared as Mason waved.

Chibs raised his hand waving back without having to even think about the action.

He shook his head as the tow truck faded out of view. He let out a sigh trying to knock Molly and her boy out of his mind.

As lovely as he found Molly, there was no point in daydreaming about her ever giving him the time of day.

A girl like that didn't need a man like him.

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The Thief of your Heart - A Chibs Telford/Abi Maguire (OC) Story.

So, because I am SO EXCITED to share, and also because my lovely @vulgar-display-of-escapism​ is likely to hunt me down and smack me over the head with a large book until I relent, here is the first chapter of my new story, y’all! It isn’t exactly canon as you’ll see, but somewhat follows S3 of SOA. Also, I’ve embelished actual history a little, where the troubles in Northern Ireland are concerned. 

The title comes from the song, You Made me the thief of your Heart, by Sinead O’Connor, which I reccomend you listen to, as it’s THEIR song. It fits them perfectly. Notes as well, you’ll see on the story banner two separate photo’s for the lead characters, The top pics are how they appear in the past, the flashbacks we will go into to see how they once were, and the bottom pics are them present day in the story. 

And now, to sit here and chew my nails off in anticipation over whether you guys think it’s any good or not! 

Tag list - In the comments, please reply below to be added/removed

Words - 4,347

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

The atmosphere in the clubhouse was tense. A father broken from the snatching of his infant son, and a band of brothers determined to do whatever it took to locate the child again.  

“Nah, I don’t trust anything that comes from Jimmy.”

Clay’s eyebrows twitched, rolling his cigar between his thumb and forefinger. “Right now, Chibs, that’s all we have.” He then contemplated his next words carefully, his small, blue eyes studying him from across the table, glittering through the plume of pungent smoke. “Unless you reach out to her.”

His reaction was immediate, visceral, agitated. Exactly as he presumed it would be.  

“No, no fucking way.”  

“If she knows whether Jimmy is lying about Abel not being in Belfast, she’ll tell you,” Clay reasoned quietly, those in the know over the woman whom he referred to all watching Chibs closely, those in the dark looking like they were missing the vital pieces in the jigsaw puzzle that was Clay’s request.  

Chibs took a deep breath, his hands beginning to tingle, a feeling not unlike being hit by the harsh cold of a winter morning back in his homeland spreading through his chest. “I have’nae spoken to her for just shy of fifteen years, you know that. I don’t even have a contact for her, lest know where she is. Running guns through Africa is the last I heard, Jimmy keeping her out of the way.”  

Clay raised his eyebrows, sniffing. “It was just a thought.”  

“Wait, who is...” Jax began, turning to Chibs, looking between him and Clay.

“Ahh, fuck!” He was out of his chair and through the doors, Jax making a start to go after him.  

“Leave him, son,” Clay advised, gesturing back to the seat he’d just risen from.  

“Does somebody wanna fill me the fuck in on what I’m missing here? What this mystery woman might know about where my son is?” he asked, looking between his stepfather, Tig, Bobby and Piney, the four men who wore it upon their faces, the knowing looks of men who were under no illusion as to why their brother had torn a speedy escape out of the room.  

“Yeah, who is this woman, and why did he, well...” Juice questioned, gesticulating at the open door.  

Clay took a long pull on his cigar, leaning back in his chair. “The woman is Abigail Maguire, daughter of Michael Maguire, may he rest,” he began. Of course, the name Michael Maguire wasn’t lost on anyone at the table. He was a legend, one-time leader, succeeded by a tenure as one of the kings of the IRA until his passing from liver cancer fifteen years previously. “She’s the reason why Chibs was kicked out of Ireland. He had an affair with her, back when he was thirty-one, and she seventeen.”  

“Damn,” Juice exclaimed quietly, his eyes widening a touch.

“Hey man, don’t judge him. We’ve all been there,” Tig contributed with a pointed finger, Opie snorting.  

“Speak for yourself and your desire for underage pussy.”

“She wasn’t underage,” Clay quickly interjected, not willing for anyone to be misinformed at Chibs' expense. “Age of consent in Northern Ireland is seventeen, so he wasn’t in Tig territory.”  

“Hey, fuck you man. She told me she was eighteen,” the man himself spoke, a rumble of laughter going around the table.  

“But obviously, ole’ Mickey Maguire didn’t see if that way, to learn one of his own had been piledriving his little girl on the regular, no matter that Abi wasn’t exactly a particularly normal teenage kid,” Clay then added.  

“You can say that again,” Piney gruffed from the other end of the table. “The way Mickey raised his girls; I was always convinced it was to punish them for not being the boys he wanted. The fact that they thrived on the lifestyle he threw them into like a pair of goddamned javelins was likely a plus in his eyes.”  

Clay then embellished further. “Michael had two daughters, Monica and Abigail, both of whom he raised as if they were sons. They were shooting guns at nine and able to build bombs at twelve, neither really had much of a regular childhood, being raised as soldiers for the cause. By the time they’d finished school, that’s exactly what they were, full time foot soldiers for the army. Lookouts, snipers, bomb builders, you name it, they did it. And they did it well, believe me. My ole’ lady claims there are only three women in this world who scare her. Abi is one of them.”

“And her sister?” Jax broached.

“Dead. Shot by the British military, the perpetrator of her demise picked off by Abi from a nearby rooftop during a riot. Shot him in the throat and took great pleasure in watching him choke to death on his own blood. Anyway, that’s how she met Chibs. By that point, he was patched into SAMBEL, but still pulled his weight for the cause.  

“That was, until Michael found out about him and Abi, his last dying wish to punish him so greatly for it, he’d wish he was dead, those wishes handed to him via Jimmy O. Banished from Ireland, with scars to remind him of what he’d done whenever he looked in the mirror. Michael’s vengeance was cold, even from beyond the grave. He could have easily killed him, but he did worse. He made it so he lost his family, his club, his army and Abi, all in one fell swoop. He came over here, patched into SAMCRO, and never spoke of it. That explains why you three didn’t know.”  

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Jax exclaimed, rubbing his chin, shaking his head.  

“We only know because McGee clued us in prior to his arrival,” Bobby offered.  

“And he told me once, when he was out of his head on scotch,” Tig then spoke.

“Hold on, I thought members of the army couldn’t be ex-communicated for personal reasons?” Opie then questioned, taking a long drag on his cigarette.

“A rule that’s kinda made moot if you spend just over a year bangin’ on one of the king’s daughters, son,” his father confirmed, Jax then standing as he lit a cigarette, heading out in the same direction Chibs had torn a path in. He found him outside, sitting on one of the tables in the dark, a bottle of Glenfiddich in his hand, swigging the contents.

“I assume Clay filled you in,” he spoke, taking the cigarette he was offered with thanks.

“He did,” Jax confirmed, climbing onto the table to sit next to him. “After what I just heard, I understand your reluctance, but brother, anything you could do to help me find Abel, and I gotta ask you to take that shot.”

Chibs sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. “Jimmy won’t have said anything to her, I can bet on that. Because of the circumstances, as I said, the last I heard she was back and forth between Ireland and Libya mainly, Cameroon and Nigeria also, arms dealing to the LIFG and Boko Haram. She’s out there specifically to be kept out of Fiona’s way. As you can imagine, there’s a whole lotta bad blood there. Jimmy only keeps her around because she’s a vital asset. The Libyan lads will only deal with a Maguire, out of respect for Michael, so yeah, last I heard, she was gun running,” he explained. “If it means we get a solid lead on the wee bairn, though, I’ll try. I’ll reach out to one of the lads in Belfast, see if I can get her number.”

Jax was impressed at her mettle. “Dealing with Africa, huh?”

Chibs laughed a small burst through his nose. “Aye. Suits her down to the ground. That lass is hard as fuckin’ nails. They won’t have known what hit ‘em when they first met her. I sure as fuck didn’t.”

He was intrigued. “Tell me?”

Chibs took another glug of scotch, closing his eyes, seeing her there. He’d never not. She was burned into him, like a branding. “Tell you what, Jackie boy? How I broke myself apart for that girl, shattered my life, ruined my marriage and lost everything because I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants when some hot little piece of Irish gash gave me the come on?”  

He smirked a little, taking a drag on his cigarette. “It’s as good a place to start as any.”  

Chibs laughed, albeit a quiet, dead laugh of no sparkle or joy. A dark laugh of remembrance. “I did resist her at first. That girl, though. She was a fucking spitfire, likely still is. Her flirting had all the fuckin’ subtlety of smacking a concrete post with a lump hammer. I told her over and over that I was married, and because of that, I wouldn’t fuck her.  

“That was all until one afternoon, after she’d thrown a fucking grenade at a paddy wagon and scarpered on foot. She was meant to be a lookout on an arms deal, and fair enough, the lassie made damned sure her actions meant most of the coppers could’nae follow the club, but I had to make sure she was alright, so I ran after her. It would have been on all of our heads if Mickey Maguire’s little girl had come to a sticky end. So, we outran ‘em, ended up ducking into this old, abandoned church to lay low, the place still rubble after it had been bombed out a few years previously...”

Belfast, 1994.  

“Where in god’s name did you get that grenade from?” Chibs panted, sitting behind a pew in the ruins of the old altar of Our Lady of Lima, Abi at his side, pulling her cigarettes from the oversized camouflage jacket she wore.  

Lighting up after throwing one onto his lap, she winked, licking her lip. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

He scoffed, staring at her with incredulity. “Well, that is why I was asking you, hen.”

“Me da’s cache, if you must know. Don’t worry, I didn’t rob it from McGee.”

“I should think taking it from your da is a shite side worse if he finds out. Guns only. No heavy fuckin’ artillery.” Her grin did nothing but grow wider, pleased with herself, Chibs snorting. “What the fuck am I gonna do with ye, girl?”

“Pin me down and fuck me?” He should have seen that one coming.  

“Abi.” His tone was warning, but he couldn’t hide the small, smug uptilt of his mouth. She could lust after anyone she wanted, looking the way that she did, but no. Abi Maguire solely coveted him. Sexy, long, light blonde hair, blue eyes perpetually made even sultrier by a liberal smudge of black kohl, great tits, beautiful legs, a body that thoroughly begged to be touched. And she wanted him.

She learned around, until she was imposing his direct line of vision. “You want to, though.”

“Never said I didn’t, pet. I said I wouldn’t.”

“Why?”

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair and down his face. “You’re Mickey’s daughter.”

“I’m not about to tell him.”

“I’m married.”

She snorted softly. “You’re an outlaw! Since when have you guys been particularly known for your fidelity?”  

“You’re seventeen, for Christ’s sakes!”

“Eighteen in two weeks. Besides, seventeen is legal, you wouldn’t get into trouble.”  

He groaned slightly, closing his eyes. “Morally, it isn’t right. I’m fourteen years older than you.”

“I know, that’s why I want you so badly,” she began, taking another drag on her cigarette, stretching her legs out. Those legs, Christ. He dreamed of those beautiful, long legs, dreamed of them wrapping around him as he railed her until she screamed. “I’m fed up of boys who don’t have a clue what they’re doing. I need a man between my legs, and you know I want that man to be you.”

It was always the same, whenever they were alone. She was slowly eroding at him, like water perpetually dripping onto a rock, indenting its surface, wearing it down. Wearing him down. “You’re not going to let me keep suffering bad sex, are you, Filip? I bet you dick down like a goddamned champion, don’t you?”

The erosion... lord, was it wearing thin.  

He looked her up and down, his heart beginning to race. “Aye. But you’re not finding that out first hand, young lady.”

She poked out her bottom lip, a tactic rarely used by Abi. She didn’t do cute. She did unabashed, unashamed she devil, and by the saints, did she do it well. “It can be my birthday present?”

Her suggestion had him laughing, drawing fiercely on his cigarette. “You know Fi would scratch your eyes out, if she even so much as caught a whiff of how brazen you are with me, don’t you?”

Her face was deriding at such a prospect. “Your wife doesn’t frighten me, big guy.”

His eyebrows rose, his eyes widening a fraction. “She should.”

She scrunched her nose, shaking her head. “But you know I’m not easily scared.”

True, she most definitely was not. She was Mickey Maguire’s daughter, after all. She was raised to be an immovable force, scared of nothing, answerable to no one. Except Michael himself. She was perhaps one of the most fearless people he’d ever met, and still at such a tender age. She had no qualms about walking into gunfire while wielding a rifle, hell, he’d witnessed her do it enough times. McGee often voiced that if she were a fella, he’d patch her in.  

A somewhat uneasy silence followed, uneasy for Chibs, as he felt himself pressed down under the weight of her stare, taking out his hip flask and swigging a mouthful back, handing it to her when she gestured. Her father would punch his lights out just for that, giving his daughter alcohol. He reasoned though, that she was only two weeks away from being able of drink legally. “You know I’d be content just to have you once, don’t you? It wouldn’t have to be a regular thing.”

And still she continued. Good god, she’d be the death of him.  

“It isn’t even gonna be a onetime thing, Abi, because I’ve told you no enough times now.” His words were all refusal, but the way he looked at her, oh. She knew what want looked like. It was right there in his dark eyes, every time they fell upon her.  

“But you don’t mean it.” Moving, she grabbed the back of his long legs, lowering his bent knees enough to climb astride him, his slender thighs hot against her almost bare legs. Almost, bar the pair of fishnet tights she wore beneath her casual black dress. “Maybe when I know you mean it, I’ll quit asking.”

“Abi, stop.” The way she looked at him, god in heaven. No woman had ever looked at him like that in his life, her want rampant, unabashed, her need for him palpable. It was so strong he swore, he could even smell it, her desire for him as it bubbled in the air between them.  

Her hands reached for his neck, the muscles cording beneath her fingertips, making lust twist strongly within him, a jolt he could barely contain. “You don’t mean it,” she breathed, leaning closer, her lips following her fingers, her hands at his chest, feeling his heart hammering like a war drum. “And you never have.” Another kiss touched to his stubbly throat, pressing herself against his crotch, her pulse flipping wildly when she felt his hands on her hips, his chest rising and falling faster.  

Her beautiful pout curled into a sultry grin, Abi knowing that she had him, witnessing his resolve disassembling itself. Finally, she was going to receive what she wanted, what she had been steadily stirring for; a very aroused, very pent-up outlaw, let loose upon her.  

To his credit, he attempted to hold onto it, the last remaining shards of his resolve. Like a cowboy in a futile struggle to tighten the lasso around the neck of an unruly bull and bring it under control, except it was too furious, what he felt inside, roaring, charging, kicking for release. It was at the point where if he didn’t simply let go of that rope, it would damage him, tear up his insides, gore at the soft spots within him where she’d weakened his well-built walls. So, he did what any man would do. He released the rope and let it charge.  

It took her by surprise, to have his mouth suddenly fly at hers, kissing her in a way that made her cunt pulse instantly, his tongue fighting into her mouth, arms locking around her, her entire being buzzing with elation. Finally, she had Fillip Telford exactly where she wanted him; between her legs, kissing the life out of her. His hands led paths of scorching heat over her body, feeling her at last, relishing in the contact he’d craved, his touch reaching the apex of her thighs, two handfuls of fishnet material grasped, torn with a loud rip, her underwear decimated with matching hunger.  

She gasped a shuddered breath into his mouth, bowled over by such prowess, manliness and intense craving, his fingers meeting her already dewy folds and stroking her, her hips shuddering immediately at the contact. “Is that what you wanted, you bad, bad girl?”  

She cried out as two fingers pushed within her, arms winding around him tighter as he immediately sought spots inside her no boy of her past had ever been skilled enough to find. “Oh, god yes!” she wailed, kissing him again with burning lust, the want within her chaotic as she was assailed by fingers that knew exactly what they were doing. Little sobs welled in her throat as the press of his fingertips had glimmers skittering through her like little lightning bolts, his mouth breaking from hers, burying at the side of her neck, the rush of tingles consuming her, Abi feeling almost high on him.  

He was that cold, then hot rush from a shot of whiskey, the moment of pain just before a burn if one held their finger to close to an open flame, the adrenaline that preceded the squeeze of a trigger. He was everything that shouldn’t have felt good, but did; and he eclipsed it all. Her slick muscles began to pulse around him, his fingers circling, the heel of his palm pressing to her clit, rocking back and forth, evoking a high-pitched cry the likes of which made his cock throb. She could feel it, hot and hard against her thigh, and boy, it felt big.  

His mouth consumed hers once more, sucking her tongue, biting her lower lip, his free hand pawing at her dress, Abi shaking her jacket off and untangling her arms from the straps, his hand yanking the front down, gripping her neck and pushing her back, teeth biting down on her nipples in turn. Oh, he was savage. Exactly how she’d expected him to be, but it was with the kind of finesse that only came from a man with an abundance of experience. He knew what to do with a woman.  

Her neurons buzzed, the synopses snapping wildly, tingles rushing through her as she began to purl against his hand, seeking greater friction, Chibs sensing it, driving his hand against her harder, adding speed, mouth sucking a purple welt at her neck, his heart going into overdrive as she began to gasp and uncontrollably. Her hands grasped at his dark hair as it came for her, like a billion lights firing into life beneath her skin, her cunt spasming, her clit oversensitive, the rush charging, her entire sex throbbing as she came for him, hard, rolling and unrelenting, much like him.  

No one had ever made her cum before. Not even herself.  

The aftermath was tingling, tight and throbbing, Abi knocked sideways. As if a man could make her feel like that, just with one hand. “So, that’s what an orgasm feels like, then,” she panted, resting her forehead to his, watching him grin with self-satisfaction at hearing such a revelation.  

He kissed her, dirty and slow, removing his fingers from within her, shrugging himself out of his jacket and kutte. “Do you want another one?”  

“Aye.” He kissed her again, laying her back upon the altar, her hands tugging his t shirt off as he undid his belt and jeans, freeing his cock, and against any kind of sense, logic or reason, burying it within her. “Oh my fucking god, that’s big!” she gasped, laughing with utter delight.

“Aye.” His mimic had her laughing into the kisses they shared, fervent and hungry, her hands roaming his tattooed arms as she undulated her hips up into him, loving the feeling of being filled and stretched out, the pace even and rolling to begin with, their sync perfect. “God damnit, you are so fucking beautiful, and shit, if yours isn’t about the fuckin’ most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever been inside of.”  

Those words made her feel elated, their kisses heating up as he began to breech her with more urgency, cock hitting her summit as the need for greater friction consumed him, fucking her right there in the ruins of a place where sinners had confessed their misdeeds, knowing at some point or another he’d feel guilt for his own, but not then, not in that moment, balls deep in the last girl he ever should have allowed himself to be. Her father would have him shot. His wife would vow to do it for him.  

Her nails grazed his back, her soft moans becoming louder, legs winding around him as his thrusts became completely uncontained in all out frenzy. “Oh Jesus, fuck. Fuck me, Fil.” she purred. And he did. And it was brutal. It was everything she had ever fantasised it would be. He was everything she fantasised he would be. She drank him in, knowing he’d be resolute that this wouldn’t ever happen again, savouring the feeling of his cock arrowing her soaking centre deeply, her nerves buzzing, pleasure streaking through her like a hail of shooting stars beneath her skin.  

Each hot, rhythmic grind against her walls had her fluttering madly, the breath knocked from her. Yes, he was ferocious with her, but it wasn’t a mindless battering of her innermost sacred area. He fucked her with purpose, knew exactly how to align his cock so it yielded nothing but pleasure within her, his groans hungry at her neck, hands pawing at her, lost and adrift on the vast sea that was sex with a horny, gorgeous young woman.

It became so intense, Abi was unsure whether she was pulling back or driving against him, the sizzle of pleasure igniting her down to her very bones as his thrusts became staccato, both of them hurtling towards sweet, throbbing culmination. The heat snapped like a tempest, her thighs going rigid around him, his diligence tipping her into the swell of heaven, filling her with thick ribbons of cum as his teeth clamped on her neck.

He continued to move in a slow glide within her, everything softening, his hands cupping her cheeks, kissing her, both fighting to breathe, until his chest suddenly stilled in rigidity, his eyes widening. “Tell me I haven’t possibly just knocked you up.”  

“No, I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, thank fuck.” He rested his head to her shoulder, chest still heaving, waiting for it, the guilty feeling to smack him harder than a spiked bat. It didn’t. He just swam in post-frenzied tingles, not wanting to pull out of her, wishing it had lasted longer, but knowing himself, and knowing right there and then, it wouldn’t be the last time he was inside of her.  

“So, once wasn’t enough then, obviously,” Jax commented, back in the present, Chibs’ mouth twisting at one side, his head cocking slightly.  

“Aw, hell no.” They shared laughter there, Chibs sighing. “I banged that girl so fucking much, I’m surprised she could still bloody walk.” He passed the bottle to his friend, Jax taking it, swigging a mouthful before handing it back.

“I sense that’s not all, though.”

Oh, how right he was, and how it still burned through Chibs. It would never stop, never leave him be. He’d never find peace from it. “I loved her, Jackson. I fell so fuckin’ hard in love with Abi, I’m yet to feel that love fade. Doubt it ever will, truth be told.”  

And there it was, what he lived with, what had haunted him like a ghost for the past fifteen years. The ghost of Abigail Maguire, his one true love. Of course, he had once thought that woman to be Fiona, the woman he was still married to, the one who flat out refused to divorce him out of pure spite so he could never marry Abi, should she ever be free to follow him to America.  

He closed his eyes, seeing her there, back in her flat in Belfast, smiling at him as she stroked his face, leaning down to kiss him.  

“I love you so much, CB.” CB, crazy baby, as he fondly called her. Because she was crazy, and she was his baby, and she’d never not be. He could be with a hundred women, and likely had been in the time between, and still never even feel one eighth the way he felt when he was with her. All the time and oceans that separated them would never change that, either.  

Jax left him to it, returning to the clubhouse while Chibs pulled out his phone, calling the person he knew would likely have what he needed. “Seamus, how are ye, lad? Aye, not too bad. Listen, I’ve a wee favour to ask. Have you got a contact number for Abi? Right, text it to me, then. Thanks, brother.”  

His heart almost somersaulted clean out of his chest when his phone beeped with the message five minutes later.  

A/N - Please do you hard working author a solid by commenting and reblogging! I don’t have many Chibs fans in my followers, so helping me promote this would be bloody fantastic of you!

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[telfordelle]

Through The Valley - Part 2

Part 1

Characters: Filip “Chibs” Telford x OC

A/N: It's been 84 years. Finally managed to write a part two for this. Chibs and the main character meet and have to find a way out of the city.

Words: ~2.2k

"Aye, lass, ye almost got me," a rough voice with a thick accent said, chuckling.

With all her might she tried to escape from him. The stranger had pinned her arms to her sides and pressed her body against his chest. "If you calm down, I'll let ye go," he assured her. Why should she trust him? On the other hand, what other option did she have? After all, she could not escape his grasp. She took a deep breath and exhaled the air with a big sigh, nodding. The man reduced the strength of his grip. "Alright, I'll let go of ye now, just don' attack me." She nodded in affirmation. At this, the stranger let go of her, and she was finally able to take a step back and look at him.

She gave the stranger a quick once-over. Albeit oozing an aura of danger, the man appeared to be ruggedly handsome. His hair and beard were streaked with grey. Probably the most striking feature was the scars that ran across his cheeks. Snap out of it, she thought, chastising herself. Embarrassed, she coughed slightly. She had to be careful. Meeting a stranger in this world backfired 80 per cent of the time. Still, she decided that an apology would be appropriate. "Uhm, I'm sorry, I didn't want to attack you. I thought you were one of those infected fuckers," she apologized. He just shrugged. "I'm not dead, am I? So, no problem." “Nah, you don’t look dead to me,” she admitted with a soft chuckle.

"So now that that's settled, what's yer name, lass?" he asked. "Name's Brooke, but you can also call me Rook," she answered. "And yours?" "Just call me Chibs," he said. She raised her eyebrows but did not comment on the name, even though it was more than strange. Nicknames were fine in this world. For all she cared, people could also refer to themselves as President of whatever was left of the fungus-infested United States. She didn't care - as long as they didn't have a foul attitude about their self-given status. “Why are you out here alone?” Rook wanted to know. “Well, I could ask ye the same. My group heard about a safe place not that far from here, at least not by bike. We were separated when some smugglers attacked us. Assholes took my bike, been on foot since then.” He didn’t seem to be lying. Nevertheless, she couldn’t be sure if his group wasn’t hiding somewhere, ready for an ambush. She had nothing of value on her but in this world, it was enough to be a woman. Who was she kidding, even before the outbreak that had sometimes been enough.

“Sorry to hear that. What’s the name of that settlement you’re heading to?” she questioned him. “I just know that there is supposed to be a settlement near Lake Tahoe. We heard that the guys over there are welcoming, so we figured to just see and try it out, ye know?” Chibs said and shrugged. She pondered. Should she tell him that they were probably her people? So far, he didn't seem to have anything bad in mind, she could kill him later if necessary. And if what he said was true, then his group was already en route anyway. With a sigh, Rook answered: “Your group was most likely talking about our settlement in Tahoma. We managed to fortify parts of the place and so far, we haven’t had any breaches.” “So, that means yer heading there, too?” he asked. She just nodded. She was still wary, but she figured that having him tagging along was better than being completely alone. “You can come with me,” she said, then added, “if you want, that is.” To no surprise, he agreed.

“What’s yer plan?” – “I wanted to get to Waterloo first,” she explained. “It should take us about three hours if we tag along the highway.” She grabbed the map from her backpack and pointed at the small village that was located on the outskirts of Stockton. “Most of the time, highways aren’t such a good idea,” he remarked. Rook agreed. Still, it was the fastest way to get to Waterloo and she wasn’t keen on spending the night too close to Stockton. She figured that Chibs felt the same way and explained her motives. “Well, we can at least have a go at it, I guess. But as soon as it gets too bad out there, wilderness it is,” he reasoned. Rook nodded and they began to make their way out of Stockton.

They walked together in silence, neither of them really knowing what they should say. Rook was not yet sure if that made her uncomfortable or not. A little bit, maybe. Chibs was walking in front of her, which allowed her to observe him.  He was older than her, probably about fifteen years. The grey in his hair suited him. Why the hell was she thinking about that? This clearly wasn’t the place or the time. She quickened her pace so that she caught up with him. That way, she could at least no longer stare directly at him. After a while, as they made their way past an old Denny’s parking lot, she had to grin thinking of the meme. The good old times, God, how she missed them.

“What are ye thinking about?” he asked. “Nah, just some old meme. You remember those?” He just looked at her in confusion. “Sorry, lass. I don’t know what ye talkin’ about.” She thought about explaining it to him but then waved it off. “It was just some dumb internet culture thing,” she said. „I’ve never really bothered with that,” he admitted. Laughing, she noted that he probably wasn't part of the internet meme generation. “Hey!” he exclaimed, playfully indignant, “I’m not that old.” – “Yeah? How old are you then, old man?” Rook mocked him. “Forty-seven, thank you very much. And how old are ye? Thirteen?” Chibs teased her with a smug smile. “Yeah, more like thirteen going on thirty. Or almost thirty, twenty-nine to be exact,” she countered. So, they weren’t fifteen years apart but nineteen.

“So you were in your early thirties when the outbreak started, huh?” she concluded. Chibs nodded, “Yeah, that’s right.” – “I was fourteen. It really sucked to be thrown into some ‘survival horror game’-like shit. But hey, so far, I’ve made it.”  A sad smile crossed her face. There were so many people who she had lost. And in the early days of the outbreak… her family… no, she didn’t want to think about it. Also, she certainly didn't want to talk about it with a stranger. Chibs realised that the time of the outbreak was something she did not want to go into. “Kind of weird that we haven’t seen any infected,” he diverted from the previous topic. “Well, mostly I meet them in buildings, somehow they gather there,” she shared her experience. “Of course, I’ve also met them on the streets, but not as many as in buildings.” He agreed: “Yeah, some of the worst encounters that I’ve had with them took place in former grocery stores. And basements. Basements and tunnels in general are no-go areas.” She shuddered, remembering the hospital’s basement. “Guess we’ll finally come across some soon,” she said while gesturing towards the highway in front of them. “Are ye still sure you want to go that way?” he asked her. Rook only nodded. It was the fastest way. She didn’t want to spend the night in Stockton – but she also didn’t want to spend it under the open sky. They had to reach Waterloo, preferably before dark.

Even so, most of the time highways were absolute death traps. Especially when they were leading away from a large city. During the outbreak, most people had wanted to escape the big cities. Collisions occurred, sometimes resulting in total deadlock. Many early infections happened after people got stuck in traffic or had gotten into accidents. Runners caught up to them and those who weren’t able to escape either died or got infected themselves. Nowadays, it wasn’t uncommon to come across various infected on the highways, with the runners being the had been infected recently.If runners hadn’t encountered a non-infected person for a while, they went into a kind of passive state. Rook shuddered, thinking about those runners which stood in a hunched position when motionless or just walking around passively with sluggish moves. Chibs and she were likely to encounter some stragglers on the highway. Not only runners, but probably also some clickers.

The first part of the route on the highway was unproblematic. They only encountered a few infected people from time to time, but they were able to sneak past them effortlessly. Sometimes they used objects lying around to distract the clickers. Most of the runners were in their peculiar passive state; these were the easiest to avoid. And then came the bridge. There were several clickers and runners on the bridge, more than they had encountered on the whole of their previous journey on the highway. “Should we try to get down from here or do ye want to try going over the bridge?” Chibs asked her. She looked around. Below them was a road, from both sides of the highway there was a very steep descent to it. Because they were two, it was probably easier to deal with the runners and clickers than to get injured on the way down. They made it past a group of runners and Rook managed to silently shiv one of the clickers from behind.

Suddenly, there was a deep and loud roar. She would always recognise that sound. Fuck, now they had a serious problem. They would probably have managed to defend themselves against the remaining runners and clickers, but something much more terrible was waiting for them at the other end of the bridge. A bloater. Those things were nasty as fuck. So far, she had only encountered one. At that time, she barely escaped with her life. Others in her group hadn’t been that lucky. The images of that day were still haunting her. Bloaters were able to lift up a human by their neck and smash in their skull with just one blow. While clickers could at least be killed with a shiv or switchblade, bloaters were covered in thick fungus that effectively acted as armour. Their guns and her bow were not enough, not in the slightest. They had to get out of here, immediately.

Luckily, the fucker wasn’t able to see anything due to the thick fungus plates. Like the clickers, it located its prey through echolocation. She nodded in the direction of the bloater, indicating to Chibs that they had to get out of here. Her thoughts raced while they sneakily making their way further up the bridge. Would they be able to make it past the bloater unnoticed? Going back was not an option: They probably would have made it past the clickers again, but the bloater was moving towards them faster than they could have sneaked past. What should they do? If there had been a river under the bridge, they might have been able to jump, but… “Boot,” Chibs whispered and interrupted her panicked stream of thoughts. Confused, Rook managed to tear away her gaze from the bloater and looked at Chibs. “We have to look for an open car boot,” he explained. He seemed to mean a trunk. Fucking Brits and their strange words. But this wasn’t the time to get irritated about it.

She gave him a thumbs up and made her way to the next car and tried to open its trunk – but to no avail. Okay, next one then. While they looked for an open car trunk, they came closer and closer to the bloater. Shit, shit, shit, she thought. They had to hurry. Bloaters might have been blind, but they sure as hell were aggressive as fuck. They wouldn’t be able to sneak past it, not here. Beads of sweat ran down her forehead, she became increasingly nervous. Why did all those people lock their fucking cars during the outbreak? She just managed to stop herself from kicking one of the cars and making too much noise. Fortunately, Chibs was luckier than here. “Over here,” he said in a hushed tone and motioned to one of the cars beside him. Rook went over to him and looked at the trunk. It should be big enough for the two of them. She got in first, Chibs went after her. He tied a piece of cloth around the locking mechanism so that they could not be locked in. After that, he pulled the lid closed behind him, leaving only a tiny gap open. They were in almost complete darkness. The roaring sound of the bloater drew nearer. Trapped in a cage of their own choosing they now had to wait and hope that the thing would pass them by.

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I haven't seen this around but here I go Jax finds out he has twin daughters from an old friend who he had a relationship with friends with benefits but she left Charming after getting into a good college out of state or so he thought she did get accepted into college three different colleges but wasn't able to go to college because she found out she was pregnant and not wanting her children to be involved with their father's lifestyle she left I am writing it right now but I'm also at work so hopefully I'll have some time to post it

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"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Chapter 6

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Original Characters in this story. I am only using Kurt Sutter's characters from Sons of Anarchy. He created the characters and the show—I am in no way taking any credit for his creations. This story is for entertainment only. Content/Warnings: Violence against both men and women including rape. Summary:

Adelaide Watson is fleeing Tennessee—on the run from her violent past.

When she has a car accident on a lonely road in Charming, California, she has no choice but to walk to town for help. But help comes to her instead. In a very unexpected way.

Note: I must confess, this is all I have written so far, and I have no idea when I'll get more posted because I don't know where to take it. Hope you understand and enjoy regardless!

Chapter 6

Angela tried to calm her heart rate as she disconnected the phone call. "So the cops know Addy's missing now," she thought out loud. Please, Lord… Let them find her car in the river. Let them think she's dead. Please keep her safe from Liam, she prayed. She sat at her desk in her den, in the middle of grading a test paper for her ninth-grade English class, and rubbed her temples. "Please, forgive me of the lies I told, also. I know they were to protect Addy, but they were still lies nonetheless."

Taking a moment to think over everything she'd said to the detective, she could recall no detectable mistakes in her story. I hope she got far away from here and they never find her, she thought. She shuddered to think what would happen to her should Liam find her.

Oh, Lord, what will I do if Liam shows up here to question me, she wondered. I'll just have to be prepared to tell him what I told that detective and stick to it. And not back down.

Telling herself that matter was settled, Angela forced herself to dive back into her paper grading and pushed Liam Toller out of her mind.

She only had a few papers to finish when a loud crackle of thunder sounded outside and she nearly jumped out of her skin. The sound of hard falling rain came next and she couldn't help but think of Adelaide.

"She always loved the rain and thunderstorms," Angela whispered to herself. She was such a happy, fun-loving person. She took pleasure in the little things. Will she ever get to be that way again, Lord? Is she doomed to always look over her shoulder and be scared? Please, watch over her, Father. Where ever she is, keep her safe. Send someone into her life that will protect her and fight for her.

She sobbed softly as she thought of her friend. I miss her so much, she thought, sniffling. I know we did what was best for her, but it doesn't stop me from missing her.

Too depressed to continue with her paper grading, she stood from her desk and prepared to get ready for bed, making a mental note to get up a little early and finish the last few papers in the morning.

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Adelaide was aware of a shiver racking her body as she struggled to open her eyes. Her lips parted as she attempted to speak, but only a soft whimper emerged. Her eyes finally fluttered open and she gazed around the darkened room she was in.

A bed, she thought, as she noted the familiar feel of a mattress beneath her. She moved slowly to a sitting position, gasping softly as her ribs exploded in fiery agony. She nearly cried out from the pain as she made her way wobbly to her feet. It was then that she noticed she was only clad in her under garments. Alarmed, she quickly grabbed at and wrapped the sheet around her slender frame for some modesty. As she moved farther away from the bed, she felt a slight tugging sensation on her hand. Turning to see what was making her mobility difficult, she noticed the IV hooked up to her hand. She followed the tubing with her eyes trying to see where it ended, which led her to also notice the man sitting in a chair next to a makeshift IV stand. He appeared to be asleep, with his head propped in his hand. Peering slightly at him, Adelaide recognized him as the goateed Scotsman who'd…

Frightened me to death, she thought, apprehension filling her heart. She turned back to the IV bag and began inspecting the tubing, trying to figure out how to free herself from the constraint. She eyed the IV port and contemplated pulling the needle out. The mere thought brought on a wave of queasiness and made her lightheaded all over again. She didn't deal well with needles. Gingerly, she began to remove a strip of the tape that held the tubing in place.

In the next instant, a light came on in the room and a warm hand took hold of her arm, gently turning her around. She faced the man who was asleep only seconds before. She was taken aback by his striking features. He was even more handsome than she recalled earlier in the day, though older. He appeared to be in his late forties—maybe early fifties. His black eyes scanned over her face and lingered for an instant on her mouth before moving back upward to her own eyes. His dark but graying hair was lightly mussed, but he brushed it back as he moved closer to her.

In her fear, Adelaide stepped backward and her foot fell on her sheet. To her dismay, the makeshift garment slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor. She gasped softly and tried to back away even further but the man kept hold of her arm. Add in the fact that her back literally hit the wall—she was quite trapped. The man's dark gaze wandered over her now mostly exposed slender frame and panic seized her.

Not again, she thought. "No, please…" she cried, trying to tug her arm free. "Don't…"

To her surprise, he released her arm and reached up to her face. His hand caressed her cheek for a moment before moving to her neck and lingering at her pulse point.

"Your heart is racing," he murmured in his thick Scottish burr. "But your skin is cool enough." He let out a sigh laced with frustration when he noticed the look of fear on her pale face. "Don't be afraid, lass. You're safe. We brought you here for medical attention since you were adamant that you didn't go to a hospital." He then bent down to retrieve her sheet "I won't hurt you," he said softly. "I was only trying to keep you from ripping that IV out. You need it right now." He paused a moment, and spoke again. "I'm sorry for staring at ya. I can see you've been through a lot. But, I am a man, I'm afraid, and I can't help ogling the beauty of a woman more often than not," he chuckled. He tossed the sheet onto the bed and then lifted her suitcase onto the bed as well. Why don't you pick something out of here to wear? You'll feel less vulnerable that way. But, pick something as thin and light as you can. You need to stay cool for now." He moved toward the door as Adelaide dug through the suitcase. "I'll go get you something to drink. You need all the fluid you can get."

"W-wait," Adelaide finally spoke out softly before he could leave.

He turned back to face her, "Yeah?"

"Your name," she asked with timidity. "You saved my life and I don't even know your name."

His lips curved upward in a smile and a dimple appeared in each cheek above his scars, "It's Chibs. And you're Adelaide. We saw your ID."

With that, he left the room and Adelaide quickly grabbed a silky, teal-colored nightgown and tugged it over her head. Then she found a hairbrush and unplaited her hair. She began running the brush gently through her waist-length hair, getting rid of any tangles. Wincing in pain when she had to reach upward to her scalp, she opted to leave the thick tresses down for simplicity's sake. She turned to put the hairbrush back in her suitcase but moved too quickly, however, and struggled to fight off another wave of dizziness. She heard something being set down on the dresser then and in the next second, felt strong arms envelope her as she sank toward the floor.

"Whoa, I got ya," she heard Chibs utter softly. "You need to be in bed. You're too weak to be up and about."

"I'm beginning to see that," Adelaide replied, holding her swimming head as Chibs carried her to the bed and gently deposited her onto it. "What happened to me? I haven't felt this horrible before in my whole life."

"Sunstroke," Chibs answered. "You'd walked a long distance in the heat and it nearly killed ya, woman." His tone turned lightly scolding as he approached the dresser and retrieved the glass of drink, "Have you ever had a fever of 107 before?"

His question was rhetorical, she knew. He'd asked to make it clear she shouldn't do anything so stupid again. He handed her the glass of drink and sat down beside her on the bed, "It's just Gatorade," he assured her as she looked at the drink quizzically. "It'll help get your electrolytes back in balance. Just sip. Gulping will make you sick."

"Can't say as I have ever had a fever that high, no," Adelaide finally answered after a few sips of fluid. "Well, that explains why I was almost naked. Thank you—for saving me. And I'm sorry I made it so difficult." She heard Chibs chuckle lightly and dared to make eye contact with him.

"You're welcome," he replied softly. "And it wasn't actually what I'd call difficult. Don't flatter yourself," he joked with a twinkle in his eye.

Adelaide recalled a hand going over her mouth, then gasped at the next memory that surfaced. "Did I bite you—your hand," she asked, feeling immense guilt.

This time Chibs let loose with a full-fledged laugh, "No, that was my friend, Tig. It wasn't as bad as it looked. Don't worry."

She nodded, as she finished her drink and then settled against the pillows.

"You need to rest, till we make sure your temperature is permanently stable now," Chibs told her as he took her glass and set it on the night table, then covered her again with the light sheet.

"I'm freezing," Adelaide said. "Could I cover up a little more? Please?"

Chibs considered it, and gave a slight nod. "I guess so. Your skin feels very cool. But I need to keep an eye on your temperature," he added, covering her with a lightweight blanket.

"Thank you."

Adelaide almost sighed in ecstasy from the extra bit of warmth that enveloped her. "You seem to know your way around the medical field. Are you some sort of doctor or something?"

"No, lass. I was a medic for the British Army many years ago."

"Is your real name, Chibs? Or is that a nickname?"

"It's a nickname of sorts," he replied. "I received a Glasgow smile years ago—the scars on my face—and the Scottish slang for the weapon used to do it, is a chib."

"My God," Adelaide cried. "I'm sorry. I can't believe people can be so evil."

"I would think you had a pretty good idea of how evil a person can be," Chibs told her.

She stared at him a moment, not sure how to respond.

"I know you were attacked," Chibs confessed in a gentle tone. "I've seen the bruises and cuts on your body. I've heard you crying out in your sleep, begging 'Liam' to not hurt you. "

Adelaide's breath caught in her chest. How could I have been so careless, she thought. He could easily find out about Liam and lead him here—even unintentionally. I have to play dumb, for now.

"I…I-I," she stammered, "I don't know any Liam. I must've just been having a nightmare."

"Okay, obviously, we should have this conversation at another time," Chibs said, immediately detecting her lie. "I understand. You're scared and ya find it hard to trust someone ya just met. But I promise, Adelaide, whoever he is… He will not get anywhere near ya. But you're gonna have to help us. We need to know more about him in order to keep him away from ya."

A tear fell down Adelaide's cheek and her lip trembled. "I-I…can't. You don't understand. He…h-he…"

Chibs leaned toward her and placed a finger over her full lips, "Shhh. You don't have to do this right now," he whispered. "Just rest. We'll talk this out later, yeah?"

She nodded shakily, and he gave her a comforting smile. Reaching up a little further, he gently swiped at the tear on her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "You're gonna be okay. We won't let anyone hurt ya."

He turned to move away from her to return to his chair next to the bed, but Adelaide took his hand and gently tugged him back down to the bed's surface. "What is your real name," she asked. "Would you mind telling me?"

He gazed into her eyes a moment before reaching up and tucking a lock of her dark hair behind her ear, "It's Filip."

"Would you mind if I called you Filip," she asked softly. "I mean… I just… I think calling you by your nickname feels almost like I'm condoning what was done to you."

He smiled slightly and nodded, "You can call me whichever you want, lass. Either one is fine with me."

Adelaide returned his smile, "Thank you…Filip. For everything. I'd probably be dead if not for you." Reflexively, she reached up and wrapped her slender arms around his neck, bestowing him with a hug.

He was taken aback, yet Chibs couldn't help but take pleasure in the feel of the woman's arms around him. He returned her embrace and stroked his hand over her hair. "Get some sleep," he whispered near her ear. "I'll stay in one of the other dorms so I'll be nearby if you need anything."

He finally pulled away, and caught the dazed expression on Adelaide's face. He knew then something was going to happen between them. She was as affected by his presence as he was by hers. In truth, he wanted her. She was beautiful, seemed kind and warm-hearted. He'd never felt as affected by a woman as he did with Adelaide. Not even with Fiona, or Allie. He shook his head of the thoughts and stood from the bed. "Goodnight, lass."

"Goodnight, Filip."

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CountDown Chapter List

Summary:

As always this is an 18+ only story. This story is AU based and not your typical Sons of Anarchy story. Some readers may find some plot lines and changes to some characters to be problematic please read at your discretion. This story also time jumps heavily so keep this in mind as you read!

Warnings: General themes of the show such as violence, drugs, swearing etc, minor age gap, minor smut in later chapters.

Beginning         

Not So Happy     

Day After

One Week

Two Bullets

Missing

Three Months

Right Thing?

Let Her Be Happy

Thawing

No Mother

Meeting with the Enemy

Missing Daughter

Not An Angel

Not A Devil

Explainations

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Lost Princessa: Meet the Reaper 24

It's a short one. Like... I don't think I've ever posted a chapter this short. However, I'm just getting back in the saddle so you'll have to forgive me. I do have plenty more written. We're not done with Megan and Hank. It's about to get interesting.

Please don't copy my shit. This is the only place it's published. Don't translate it. Don't steal it. Don't copy it. I'm just getting it back. Don't piss me off now.

Warnings: Fluff. I don't even think I cuss in this part. It's just a bit of filler.

A short while later, Taza chuckled as he realized that it would be a tight fit for all of them in the Bronco. It was an older model and could only comfortably fit five. There were seven of them. 

Bishop sighed looking at the vehicle as he came to the same conclusion. “Shit.” He finished his cigarette in frustration.

Chibs laughed. “Well… tha’ lass is tiny, but tha’ rest of us ain’t.”

Angel shrugged. “I’ll sit in the back with the pooch. Put Shorty on someone’s lap though. With a seatbelt.”

Marcus nodded. “It’s fine Primo. It’s not a long ride.”

They piled in with Bishop driving and Marcus in the front. Taza took the middle seat in the back with Chibs and Hank against the doors. Megan sat in Hank’s lap and snuggled down so Taza could fasten the seat belt for them with a giggle.

“Comfy, Chica?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Mmmhmm.” She tucked her feet in between Taza and Hank’s legs and her head under Hank’s chin. Hank just grinned and pressed a kiss to her hair since Bishop had put her hat on the dash for her.

A short ride later, Bishop parked the truck on a side street near the center of the city of Santa Madre. “We’ll walk from here. Where are we meeting them in the market?” he asked Angel.

Angel checked the burner phone from his kutte pocket. “They’ll meet us near the church. We’re a little early though.”

“That’s alright. We can take Poquito shopping…” Marcus said grinning as Megan stuck her tongue out at him.

They wandered to the open square where an open air market was held continually. At the far end of the square a beautiful church stood. Megan could see the steeple from where they were. As they entered the square, the buildings blocked the warm sun causing the temperature to drop several degrees. Megan cuddled close to Hank’s side as he automatically wrapped an arm around her back to warm her. Megan hooked Rex’s leash to her belt loop to free up her hand and took a deep breath as they entered the crowd.

They browsed several stalls. Megan enjoyed looking through the different vendors. She grinned as she found small hand carved figures at one of them. A horse made of light wood caught her eye and she couldn’t help but show it to Taza. “Papa, look. It’s Rocket.”

Taza grinned at the flagged tail and flowing mane on the figure which looked to be in full gallop. “It does look like him.” He waved down the vendor and in quick Spanish bought the little horse. “There, Chica. Now you can take Rocket home with us.”

Hank chuckled as Megan tucked the little figure into her hoody pocket. She looked up at him with a smile. “What?”

“Nothing, mi reina. Just enjoying the market.” Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her hat and guided her to the next stall.

Bishop laughed and sidled up beside Taza to ask under his breath “So does she realize how much that thing cost?”

Taza shushed him. “Don’t even say it. She doesn’t know conversion rates and I’m enjoying it for a bit.”

Marcus laughed aloud at that. “If Poquito enjoys it - who cares?” He pointed to a stall further down the row. “Think she’d like another cowboy hat?”

Eventually all the men carried bags of things that they’d managed to point out to Megan. Even Chibs had a bag with a pin in the shape of a Celtic knot for her kutte and another to fasten shawls or rebozos with. 

Megan was staying close to Hank in the crowd and kept Rex’s leash short. She couldn’t help but notice - their group seemed to be drawing a lot of attention. That wasn’t exactly the best thing for a covert meeting with what actually qualified as international terrorists. Four men and a woman that she didn’t recognize kept popping up at stalls nearby. Something about them just bugged her.

Angel’s pocket beeped as Hank was buying Megan a bag of candy. “They’re here and ready to meet,” he said quietly to Marcus and Bishop. 

Bishop nodded. “We’ll head that way then.” He flagged Hank down as the big Mayan handed over the cash for Megan’s treat.

As a group, they all headed for the church. Megan noticed that the woman had moved to the balcony of a nearby house and the men kept getting closer as they started for the church. She didn’t like it. Adelita and another man waited on a side street as they got close.

“Luisa!” Megan said, smiling. “Imagine seeing you here. Papa and the tíos wanted to show me the market!” She stepped closer as if she and Adelita were just friends who happened to meet in town. “We had visitors from our overseas friends so they came along for the ride.”

Adelita paused, but then went along with Megan’s act. “Ah… Hola Megan. The market is always a great place to bring visitors.”

Hank glanced around to see several men who were paying too much attention to their meeting. He nodded at Taza to draw his attention to them as well. Somehow - despite not having the training - Megan had picked up that they had a tail before any of the men. Instead of drawing undue attention to it, she’d taken matters into her own hands. She smiled and popped up on tiptoe to kiss Hank’s cheek and whispered “They’ve been there this whole time, but close for about fifteen minutes.” He smiled a bit and nodded.

“Papa,” Megan smiled at him. “Can Luisa show me that carving we were talking about? The one in the church? It won’t take long…”

“Of course, Chica. Your tíos and I can wait. We’ll head home when you’re done-” Taza said as he subtly moved to put himself between Megan and the tails.

Angel looked confused, but kept his mouth shut, and the others trusted that Megan had a reason for suddenly acting like she and Adelita were childhood friends.

She handed Hank Rex’s leash reluctantly, but moved to link her good arm through Adelita’s and move towards the door of the church chattering away. To anyone nearby it looked like two friends wandering off for a moment. Adelita played along. 

Megan leaned close. “Are they L.O.?” she asked quietly, keeping a smile plastered on her face.

Luisa shook her head. “No. Not mine. We thought they were yours.” She made a show of smiling as they walked up the church steps. 

“Just the seven of us. Did you recognize any of them? Maybe as Galindo’s?” Megan asked. They paused for Luisa to cross herself like a good Catholic girl as they entered the sanctuary.

“Not any that I have seen.”

Megan nodded and followed Luisa to an alcove off the sanctuary where they could see everyone coming or going. “Then we have to assume…” 

“That they’re unfriendly,” Luisa agreed.

Megan nodded. “So - neither group knows who they really are. Do you want to continue with the meet, or should we try again later?”

“We should wait for the official meeting,” Luisa said quietly.

Megan nodded. “Agreed. We do, however, have our Irish connection in town. Is there any information that I can give him to help settle their minds? Even the name of the port they’d be shipping to?”

Luisa turned to face Megan and watched her face for a moment, then she nodded. “Ensenada is the port. We’ll work the rest out when we can. Your liaison - do you trust him?”

Megan snorted a bit. “Angel? For the most part. As long as he’s not too pissed off and not making any life changing decisions that affect me…”

Adelita nodded. “Good. I’ll set a meet with him to pass on more information.” She smiled. “You tend to draw attention with your escorts.”

That made Megan smile. “We are a bit conspicuous. We’ll send Angel to the meets for now with our prospect - his brother. EZ has a cooler head for strategy and a trained memory.”

“Good.” Adelita smiled. “We should get back. Only so much excuse we can use. When we part as friends, my man and I will lose any tail. We’ll contact you within twenty-four hours.”

Megan nodded. “Agreed.”

Adelita squeezed Megan’s good hand gently. “Be careful. Don’t push yourself too much.”

“You be careful too.”

The two women strolled out, just as they’d strolled in to the church and made a show of parting outside like best friends.

Megan struggled to keep up the act a bit once they were back with the men. She took a minute to fuss with Rex’s ears to compose herself. Cloak and dagger didn’t come easily to her.

“You good, Princessa?” Angel asked.

Megan smiled her Southern Belle smile. “All good, Angel. Just getting tired.”

“Well Poquito - let’s get you home then,” Bishop said. “You’ve had a long day.”

Once they were all piled back into the Bronco, Megan breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Alrigh’ now. Wha’ the fuck jus’ ‘appened?” Chibs asked.

Hank rubbed a hand down Megan’s spine and relieved the weight of her sling a bit. “Megan clocked that we were being followed to the meet point.”

Chibs’ eyebrows nearly hit his silver hairline. “How many?”

“At least four…” Bishop said. “After Megan started acting off, I caught sight of them.”

“Five,” Megan corrected. “There was a woman on the balcony of the square…”

“Who the hell…” Angel asked.

“Adelita didn’t know. She thought they might be ours.”

“Poquito, that cool head of yours just saved our asses. Again,” Bishop said, watching his mirrors for a tail. “Acting like you were just meeting Adelita for a chat… perfect.”

Taza and Marcus nodded. 

“Well, luckily, Adelita believed me that they weren’t ours. We pushed the meeting. She’s going to contact the burner within twenty-four hours for another meet.” Megan turned to look at Angel over the seat where he sat in the bed of the Bronco with Rex. “Angel - you’ll go meet ehr with EZ and be our go between for now.”

Marcus sighed. “Probably best. We have too many eyes on us.”

Chibs ran his ringed fingers through his silver hair. “Did she give you anything I can take back to the Kings? Anythin’ at all?”

“I got the port name. The L.O. control Ensenada port. That’s where the shipments will go. It’s all she’d give me under the circumstances.” Megan leaned her head onto Hank’s shoulder tiredly.

Chibs smiled gently at her over Taza. “Good Lass. That will help.” He reached over and patted her knee. “You look exhausted.”

Taza frowned. “Are you hurting, Chica? You haven’t had any pain relief since this morning.”

Hank immediately dug in his pocket for her pill bottle. “He’s right, Princessa. You shouldn’t let the pain get ahead of you.”

Megan smiled tiredly. “I’m okay. Just the adrenaline.” 

“And tension,” El Padrino said. “Take your pain meds, Poquito. We’ll be home soon.”

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

Brianne O'Connor's life takes a thrilling turn when she becomes entwined with the infamous Charming's Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club. Amidst the brotherhood, she finds an unexpected connection with the charismatic Scottish member, Chibs. As their bond deepens, Brianne starts to believe in a chance at happiness, until her haunting past resurfaces, threatening to shatter her newfound peace. But it is revealed that the Sons' loyalty and protectiveness run deep, and they're ready to stand against any danger to safeguard what they hold dear.

The Crimson Horizon masterlist:

Prologue/Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Fanfic edits:

Fanfic edit #1

Fanfic edit #2

Chibs edit - not mine! credits to the owner!

Note #1 Brianne's faceclaim is changed to Rachelle Lefevre

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Now That I Have You: Chibs Telford X OC Chapter Two

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Molly sat back in the break room the receiver of an old white rotary phone up to her ear. She had made the phone call quickly knowing it would have to be fast given her break wouldn't last long. She was dying to make this call though. She knew that curiosity killed the cat, but she had to know.

She took a deep breath trying to keep a lid on her anxiety. She felt like vomiting afraid to have the knowledge of what had happened when Brian had realized her abandonment of him.

She knew he'd go to her family searching for information. She had no friends left; none that would not betray her to her husband. Her only friends were Brian's friends...and they were not truly people she could trust. She knew Brian would go to her family to find her. It would be his first step once he realized she left him.

 She had the feeling that shit had probably hit the fan since she had left a few days before. She just hoped Brian had not lashed out at her brother. She cringed at the thought of him trying to harm anyone in her family.

She feared knowing what was going on back home. She knew though that she couldn't relax until she knew how things were going on her family's end. She prayed for their safety.

She had managed to keep her anxiety at bay today at least. Her first day at work had been a good one so far. Her coworkers had made her feel welcome and she had found herself able to get into the swing of things easily.

Molly was really missing her cell phone about now, but she'd had to toss it when she ran. She had plans to get a cell phone once she had the funds for such a purchase. She would need a new number of course, but a cell phone was needed in this day and age. For now landlines would be her friend though.

She couldn't risk anyone using her smartphone to track her. She didn't trust Brian not to try.

She wasn't sure what Brian would do now that he knew she'd actually left him and taken Mason with her. She feared just what he was capable of when he had nothing left to lose. She'd always heard people claim that most dangerous time for a woman in a domestic violence situation was not during the relationship but when she left the relationship. She feared becoming another statistic of a domestic violence victim who was killed by her abuser when she tried to leave. 

Brian had always told her he would kill her if she left him. She believed it. He was too angry to be bluffing. She knew he had guns and she knew he wouldn't hesitate to use them. He showed them to her often. She was afraid of them. She felt like he showed them to her as a reminder that he could use them on her if she stepped out of line. 

She spoke her voice not hiding the anxiety she felt. "He hasn't talked to Candace or you has he?"

"If by talk you mean make threats to anyone who will listen." Her brother Jack responded irritated with his little sister's asshole husband.

When Jack had found out just what Brian had done to his sister he had wanted to kill him. He'd wanted to take the hunting rifle his father had left him and put a bullet through the bastards head. He felt so guilty. He knew that the man was a jerk, but he'd not expected it to be this bad. How could he have missed this? How could his sister who he loved so dearly have hidden this for so long? He was her big brother. He was supposed to protect her. He felt like he'd failed her.

He knew that he had to be smart about how he went about Brian. He had to help his sister in any way possible. Getting her far away from her soon to be ex husband was the best thing for her and his nephew. He knew the focus needed to be on keeping them hidden. Brian could never know where to find them. 

Molly closed her eyes trying to fight back tears. She was afraid, not just for Mason and her, but for the loved ones they left behind in Louisiana. She feared Brian would hurt her family to hurt her. She was afraid he'd hurt her family to punish her for leaving him. She wouldn't put it past him with as cruel as he proved to be time and time again.

"I'm so sorry." She apologized hating that Brian was harassing her family trying to find out where she went. She felt so ashamed. 

She felt so stupid; hiding the pain from her family for so long. It felt like they were cleaning up her mess. They had to put up with the fallout of her mistakes while she ran away. 

Jack spoke his voice firm; he'd always been the strong one. "Don't apologize Molly. Mason and you being safe is all that matters. Brian can run his damn mouth all he wants. He's not getting information from anyone. Geoff and I told him to get the hell out of our faces and told him we'd call the cops and report him for trespassing if he showed his face around us again. The bastard's not getting to you Sis. You're going to divorce his ass and he's going to leave you the hell alone. You're better than him, don't forget that. You've done nothing wrong."

Jack sighed knowing he had no choice but to be strong one. Their father had died when Candace was an infant. Jack was the oldest and the only male in the household, he'd stepped up and been a father figure to his two younger siblings. Molly had been the middle child and they were close enough in age to have grown up pretty close. Molly was the one he'd come out of the closet to. She was the one who had accepted him and loved him always. He knew he'd do what it took to protect her always. 

Even though Jack's sisters were both grown women now, he hadn't stopped playing the overprotective big brother. He would die before he would ever let someone touch a hair on Molly's head again. The same story went for his nephew. He would die to protect them. As long as he lived and until his last breath he'd keep them from Brian Parker. 

Molly twisted the spiral cord of the phone of the rotary phone around her finger as she spoke up. "Has he gone to the police? He hasn't reported me missing right? You don't think I made a huge mistake leaving so fast?"

"Yeah, he's gone to the cops, but they aren't listening. I mean you went to the cops first and told them you were leaving so not to believe if anyone reported you missing and they know what he did to you. How many times have the cops been called to your place by the neighbors? You told them your husband is a threat and you're leaving. You told them if anything happens to you then they will know who did it. You finally got that damn detective to speak with you and you clued him in on what you're doing. I know you don't think they took you seriously...I mean let's face it Molls...all the damn help they were to protect you all this time. How many times have they been called out and no arrests were made when it was obvious what Brian was doing."

"I wouldn't press charges, Jack. I was so mortified and afraid that I'd never admit what he did to me. They couldn't make an arrest for assault without me pressing charges. I mean they held him overnight once or twice to keep us apart...but his dad always bailed him out. So, the cops just did what they could with what they had." Molly interrupted cringing at her past dealing with the police when it came to Brian.

Jack let out a heavy sigh and she was certain her rolled his eyes at her comments. Her brother had a general distrust of law enforcement as it was and this entire situation had just made him all the more bitter. "Yeah, whatever...That cop took a report at least. You showed them all those pictures as proof of what you had to say. They aren't taking Brian's dramatics seriously. They aren't going to tell him shit. There's no law against you leaving town without telling your husband. He tried to claim you kidnapped Mason, but they aren't buying that one. They told him it's between you and your lawyers if you're divorcing him. There's no custody arrangement in place so it's not like he can argue you violated anything by taking Mason with you."

He paused for a moment Molly shaking her head. "I am divorcing him...I don't even want to think about custody right now. I am afraid of what will happen with that...look at what Brian has to his name and look at me."

"Hey, he's not getting my nephew. The courts are going to favor you. Find a lawyer and get the ball rolling. Geoff and I will front you the money if you need it...anything to help get the process started. The sooner Brian is out of your life the sooner Geoff and I will sleep at night. You still have the Polaroids, right?" Jack responded the noise of the bar he tended on the French Quarter, clear in the background.

Molly cringed thinking of the Polaroid photos; pictures of all the bruises Brian had ever given her. They were proof of his depravity. 

She still had them knowing that she would need them in the divorce. They along with the police records were her secret weapons in the divorce battle that was sure to come.

"Yeah, I have them." She replied her stomach knotting up.

She knew that she had a long road ahead of her. The first thing she needed to do was get a lawyer and put the divorce into action. She wanted full custody and no visitations. It was the only way Mason would be safe. Brian could not be allowed access to their child. She knew if he had access to Mason he would take the boy to punish her. She couldn't trust that he wouldn't take Mason out of the country or worse kill him to punish her.

She wanted nothing from Brian but her freedom. Brian Parker could have the house, the cars, and the money. She only asked her freedom and her maiden name back. She just asked for the safety of her child. She wanted her child safe and kept far away from Brian. She would fight until her dying breath to keep Mason from his father. She wanted Mason and her both to be free of Brian Parker. 

She knew her lawyer had to be a damn good one. She needed the best if she was going to fight Brian. He had the money for a team of lawyers. She need someone willing to fight for her. She needed someone clever and someone who was ballsy enough to take her case.

She cringed hoping she could afford someone decent. She had a feeling she didn't have the budget for a retainer for anyone worth a salt. She had a feeling that her brother and his boyfriend had enough savings to at least help her for a while...but she felt gross accepting the help after all they'd done for her.

Jack spoke again breaking her out of her thoughts of what needed to be done. "How is everything there? Is the rental house okay?"

Molly spoke up the lie sliding out of her mouth easily. "Everything is going fine. The house is great. Mason loves his room and the neighbors seem nice."

Actually the apartment wasn't great; the air conditioner didn't work. The water pressure in the kitchen and the bathroom was a joke. Her landlord was more of a slumlord. And it seemed her closest neighbors to the right fought at all hours of the day and night and her neighbor to the left just glared at her attempts to be friendly.

She knew though that this was her problem. Her brother had already done so much for Mason and her. She couldn't ask for more. He could never know how horrible the house was. He had to believe that everything in Charming was just fine.

She knew if he had a clue how horrible the house was then Geoff and he would rush out to California and insist on finding her a better place to live. They'd drop their lives and rush to her rescue.

She could not constantly count on her brother and her brother in law to rescue her. She had to learn to stand on her own two feet for once in her life.

She had to be a big girl and take her life by the horns. She couldn't be weak anymore. She had been weak for too long now. She had to be the type of woman she had known she could always be. Mason needed his mom to be strong. She couldn't run crying to Jack to fix her problems.

"So, you're settling in okay then?" Jack asked always the father figure wanting to make sure that his little sister and his nephew were safe and sound.

Molly decided to leave out the part about her little VW bug breaking down as she replied. "Yes everything is going well. My job seems great so far and Mason is adjusting. The Bug got me here in one piece."

She felt her cheeks flush as she thought of her car and the handsome but rough looking mechanic she had spoken too.

It was strange finding someone attractive after being in a loveless marriage for what seemed like so long. She'd not allowed herself the pleasure of gazing longingly at another man in so long. She'd not allowed herself the opportunity. She'd thrown her focus into being a mom and forgotten that she was also a woman who had desires.

Brian hadn't shown her any love in so long; unless he was trying to lure her back to him. That was the only time he would kiss her or tell her she was beautiful; when he wanted to trap her back in the marriage. She'd not felt desired in so long now. She'd forgotten how it could feel to feel desire for anyone. Brian disgusted her. She forgot how it felt to long for a man.

Filip or Chibs or whatever his name was, was the complete opposite of Brian. She wondered if this was why she found him so handsome.

Yes Chibs was a little rough at first glance given the scars and the tattoos she'd spotted under his workshirt. He was not her usual type. It was what she'd seen after looking at him for a while though that had struck her.

He had kind eyes and an even kinder smile. His hand had felt strong against hers so different from her soon to be ex-husbands hands.

She could tell that Chibs was the type of man who worked hard. His hands were rough but his grip on her hand was gentle. She had a feeling that underneath the tough exterior was a warmhearted person. He'd been so sweet to her during that small interaction. She'd felt as though he truly was kind despite the rough appearance.

Brian's hands were soft from never really having to lift a finger nor ever knowing a hard days work in his privileged life. His hands were harsh against her skin. Underneath the professional polite southern gentleman he pretended to be was a cruel man. She couldn't even call him a man. He was a monster. He had no kindness within him.

Chibs' dimples didn't help her little growing crush on the man; she'd always had a thing for dimples. And don't even get her started on his accent. Her knees had grown weak when he had called her love.

Molly had found herself checking for a wedding ring amongst the biker rings Chibs' wore on his hands. She had felt a little sense of joy when she had spotted no wedding ring.

Molly felt ridiculous; here she was developing some sort of school girl crush on a mechanic who probably didn't even notice her. She felt pathetic for even checking to see if he was taken. This was not the time for love.

She knew that now wasn't the best time to develop a relationship with someone, not when Mason and she were still so fragile.

She knew that Mason and she needed time.

No matter how handsome she found Filip Chibs Telford, there was nothing she could do about it.

A man who seemed to be that wonderful didn't need a disaster like her, she told herself. Any attraction she felt would have to be her little secret. Besides who was to say she would ever see him ever again?

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Molly wanted to cry tears of joy when she walked towards the daycare at Saint Thomas Hospital and spotted Mason playing with a little blonde boy.

They were building a little city out of Lego blocks. Though Mason was quiet, allowing the other boy to do all the talking, he looked happy.

Molly had feared that her little guy would retreat into his shell and find himself unable to connect with any of the other children. She had feared that all her son had been through would hold him back from being a happy normal five year old boy. She wanted so badly for him to have a chance at happiness.

Seeing that her son had apparently made a friend was reassuring. It was a sign that hopefully her baby boy stood a chance of being happy here in Charming.

Both boys stood up each boy spotting their mothers. Mason ran to Molly and the little blonde boy ran to a dark-haired woman in a white doctors coat.

The little blonde boy spoke up to his mother his voice clearly full of excitement his words practically stringing together with as quickly as he spoke. "Mommy, I met a new friend. His name is Mason and he doesn't talk but he's really cool and he has a Spiderman toy. Can he come to my birthday party?"

The dark-haired woman smiled down at her son as she spoke. "That's great baby. I have to ask his mommy first though, Abel, and make sure that it's okay."

The dark-haired woman turned to face Molly as she spoke. "I'm Tara Knowles Teller and this is my son, Abel Teller. It seems our boys have become friends."

Molly reached out to shake the woman's hand spotting a brace on the woman's right hand. She glanced down at the stroller the woman was pushing spotting an infant within it. She couldn't imagine having two little ones with as exhausted as she was with Mason. She glanced at Tara not helping but to notice the woman seemed polite but tired. She imagined it must be exhausting being a working mom of two.

Molly tried to pretend she hadn't been studying her new acquaintance so intently as she spoke knowing she was probably also talking just as quickly as Abel Teller she feeling anxious at the chance to make a friend. "I'm Molly Garrett and this is my son Mason. I'm glad to meet you both. I just started here down at the lab. I'm the new phlebotomist. I'm new in town."

Molly found it strange not using Brian's last name Parker. Garrett wasn't even her mother's maiden last name. It was acutally her grandmother's maiden name. She'd been going by it as an attempt to hide from Brian.

Her maiden name was Dupuis. She was hoping that if she got her way she could return to that last name. She had to hope that she could get her way enough to let Mason take her maiden name as well. She hated the idea of him having his father's last name.

For now at least outside of any signed documents she was telling people her last name was Garrett.

She had wanted to pick a name that Brian wouldn't think to look under if or when he came looking for her. Her rental agreement had been signed under her brother's name in hopes that Brian would not find her. Her work documents had been signed with the Parker surname but she trusted the hospital would not release such personal information to where it would available to Brian.

The two women shook hands as Tara spoke up apparently not minding Molly's obvious anxiety. "How do you like Charming and Saint Thomas?"

"Oh, it's wonderful. I love Charming. It's so quiet compared to New Orleans. The quiet is a welcome change from the city. I really feel at home here. The hospital has been great. I feel right at home here as well." Molly explained hoping she didn't sound too peppy. She scolded herself for the thought knowing that Brian had always berated her for sounding too happy. He told her it came across as fake and sounded annoying. She knew it wasn't true. She tended to be a positive person. She knew people didn't find it fake. She knew Brian just couldn't stand to see her happy.

Tara spoke not helping but to notice that Molly seemed to be caught in some inner dialogue by the small frown on her face. She rose an eyebrow writing it off as just a case of nerves. She imagined it might be intimidating being new in town and starting a new job. She spoke hoping that she could offer a chance at friendship for the woman. There was something about her that seemed sweet though nervous. "That's good to hear. If you aren't busy this Saturday, my son is having his sixth birthday and we would be happy to have you over if you don't have any plans."

Molly smiled loving the idea. It was good for Mason to do what any normal kid would be able to do despite their personal drama.

It was good for both of them to socialize. Life here in Charming would be easier if they both made friends.

"We'd love to." Molly stated thrilled that her son had seemingly made a friend. She had to hope that she could make a friend as well. She missed having friends. It was something Brian had never allowed. He could never stand her having any friendships outside of his approval. Her only friends were his friends and she hated them all. They all treated her like she was less than important. It didn't feel like a real friendship. 

"Great, let me write down the directions and the time." Tara stated reaching into her purse and pulling out an old receipt and a pen before scribbling down the information about the party.

Molly took the receipt from Tara not hiding her elation knowing that things were taking a positive turn for Mason and she.

The boys both waved goodbye to one another as did their mothers.

Maybe both Mason and his mother had made a friend? Maybe this really would all turn out okay?

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Chibs found himself bent over Molly Garrett's Volkswagen bug focusing on what was under the hood. He grumbled to himself at the disaster below him.

The car was a mess and he had to wonder how the woman had driven the damn thing anywhere.

He had already fixed the flat and now he found himself focusing on the transmission. He'd also maybe noticed the air conditioner and don't even get him started on the mess with the windows barely rolling up and down. There was also the issue with the door handle on the drivers' side sticking.

Yes, she'd only paid TM Auto to fix the flat and the transmission, but Chibs had felt the need to fix all the other problems as well. He knew the other repairs would have to come out of his pocket. He was not about to shock the woman with a bill for extra work she did not agree too.

He wasn't sure what had gotten into him. He tried to tell himself that it was just that wasn't right Molly having such a shitty car when she was more than likely a single mom of a very young boy. He felt awful thinking about her driving in such a lemon with a kid to care for. She seemed so sweet and lovely. Her kid was cute though quiet. He felt terrible picturing them in a mess of a car that might be unreliable for their needs.

He tried to tell himself that he was just doing a good deed. He tried to convince himself that he was only throwing a coin in the karma well. He'd done so much bad shit in his life, that he might be wise to do a kind selfless act to score some points with the man upstairs.

He tried to pretend that this had nothing to do with how attractive he found Molly Garrett.

He knew that he was lying to himself though, Molly was a beautiful woman and seemingly good-hearted. She had smiled at him without any fear of the scars on his face and his rough appearance. Her smile had made him feel so warm and lovely. It was a feeling he could grow accustomed to.

In his opinion even though the interaction had been so brief he couldn't help but to sense that there really seemed to be something special about Molly Garrett. He had told her his real name after all. He'd be lying if he tried to say his heart didn't skip a beat when she'd said his name.

Most women didn't smile at him. Most women weren't so polite to him.

Well the croweaters smiled at him and were plenty sweet, but they didn't look past the scars on his cheeks or the fact that he was a biker who looked dangerous. They only saw the novelty of hooking up with a samcro member. Any sweetness they showed him was false. They didn't even know his real name. He hooked up with them and forgot them.

He had never let the croweaters get close to his heart. How was it that a woman he barely knew had gotten so close to his heart?

Chibs looked up from the bugs' engine when Jax spoke approaching him frowning at the Scot and the fact that he was clearly putting far too much work into this job. "I thought you were just fixing the flat and the transmission? She isn't going to pay for any extra work."

"Aye the damn things a mess though. I was goin to fix it all...I'll pay fer whatever she doesn't want ta pay for." Chibs explained ignoring the look of confusion on Jax's face.

Chibs spoke again trying to play off the fact that he was doing something so considerate for a woman he barely knew. "She's got a little lad. It isn't righ er havin a mess of car when she's tryin to be a good ma. No use ta make things harder than they should be on er. She seemed stressed. Feel bad thinkin this damn car could add more stress on her plate. Jus tryin to do a good deed."

Jax raised an eyebrow wondering what had gotten into his brother. Chibs had been working on this car for a few days now not letting anyone else touch it. He rose an eyebrow at the good deed comment. This was so out of character for his brother. He had no clue what had gotten into his Sgt of Arms.

He found his answer as Ratboy spoke up looking up from the bike Tig and he were fixing. "She's pretty freaking hot too man...total milf. Great ass and tits for having a kid. Cute little blonde with a sexy southern accent."

The look of boyish glee quickly disappeared from Rayboy's face as Chibs glared at him not saying a single word. The intense gaze he shot him dared the man to keep talking though and see what happened.

Tig apparently missed Chibs' glare as he spoke adding on to the discussion of Molly Garrett. "If you don't hit that I may. Girls gotta nice figure. Like Rat said, great tits for having a kid. It was a shame they were hidden under that scrub top."

"Fuck you." Chibs blurted out, his voice harsher than he meant it to be, surprising all three men. None of them had expected to see the Scot speak so passionately and so defensively about a woman that he barely knew. Talk about a woman in this manner was nothing new to the men. Chibs had never reacted like this before to talking about a woman's body.

A few years ago he'd probably have happily discussed how hot the single mom was. He would have happily thrown in a few comments about wanting to have a quick screw with her.

Something had gone off in him though hearing the men who he shared a patch with discussing Molly like she was just some croweater. The thought put a sour taste in his mouth. He felt sick hearing them discuss her like she was up for grabs by the mc. He felt disgusted hearing them discuss the sweet blonde as though she was some croweater willing to sleep with anyone in hopes of becoming an old lady.

He spoke again his voice tense. "She ain' a damn croweater. Don't talk bout her like she's up fer that shite."

He swallowed the thick lump developing in the back of his throat gazing down at the car again ignoring the looks of confusion on his brohters' faces. He was relieved as they moved on to talking about one of the croweaters thankfully choosing to leave the subject of Molly Garrett alone.

Molly Garrett remained at the forefront of his thoughts. He was overcome with the realization that Molly was different from any woman he'd encountered in a long while. This thought both fascinated and disturbed Chibs. He was becoming attached to a woman who he'd only spoken with for a few minutes.

It had been a wonderful few minutes though and he found himself craving more. He had to wonder if he was losing it. Perhaps he was taking the end of his marriage to Fiona harder than he thought. A voice in the back of his head told him that there was something more there than him just taking the change in his relationship status hard. 

Molly Garrett had invaded his brain and he found himself defenseless against the invasion. He found himself thinking of her when he allowed his mind to stray away from work and the club.

He didn't know how he had become so entranced with the woman. Yes she was sweet and she had a nice smile and a nice figure. He saw pretty girls all the time. What made her so special? It wasn't like him to become so...infatuated.

Part of him wanted to go find some croweater; a blonde maybe. Someone that sort of looked like Molly to work out his frustrations on.

He had found himself unable to do just that though. It wouldn't seem right and it wouldn't be the same.

No croweater would have Molly's smile or her those hazel eyes. They wouldn't have her accent. He knew they wouldn't give him the same feeling that seemed to overtake him when he'd met Molly.

He felt like a schoolboy all over again; having a crush on some pretty girl who probably didn't even notice him.

It was pointless he told himself. Why even bother to dream of what he could have with her? He was playing a foolish game.

A girl like that didn't look for guys like him. He was dangerous too dangerous for a sweet woman and her little boy.

He cringed knowing the past few months had proven his dangerous side. Jax, Tig, Opie, and Chibs had recently gotten out of jail for a murder charge of Damon Pope's daughter....well Jax, Tig, and Chibs had gotten out of jail....Opie had not been so lucky.

The charges had not stuck of course given their freedom...but the arrest alone was proof of the danger that lurked around Chibs.

He knew SAMCRO's business dealings made him a threat to those who were closest to him. Drugs, guns, prostitution, and porn were not worlds in which security could be found.

He'd watched loved ones die due to this world. Tig had lost a daughter. Opie had lost his first wife and then his own life. They had all lost brothers. This life was one of death and endless threats.

At least Fiona and Kerrianne were too far away for his sins to touch them...Kerrianne only had her mother's dealings with the True IRA to contend with.

Chibs knew that the life he had chosen had no place for gentleness nor safety.

Molly was a mother and mother's looked out for their young. They didn't choose outlaw bikers to share their lives with.

He would only have Molly in his dreams.

It would be best to just forget all about Molly Garrett.

Why did it feel so impossible though? Why did the thought of forgetting her sound so awful?

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Jax sat back in bed with his wife Tara his mind still wrapped around how strange Chibs had been acting lately.

He had known Chibs Telford for a decade. He'd known him ever since Chibs had patched over from SAMBEL to SAMCRO. He had never seen the man act like this in all those years.

It was as though the cute blonde with the Volkswagen bug and the little boy had ensnared Chibs' mind.

Something was happening within his SGT At Arms and Jax felt lost as to what to do or say about it.

Jax knew that things hadn't been easy for his friend lately. The end of Fiona's and Chibs' relationship had been hard on Chibs though he'd admitted he knew it was right.

They'd parted from one another Chibs leaving her in Ireland and they'd seemed to come to an agreement to remain estranged for a little while at least. Chibs had seemed to sink back into croweaters and the club for a while.

He'd thrown himself in the club during the fourteen month stint the vast majority of the club had done upon returning from Ireland and making sure Jimmy O' was dead.

He'd not focused on his relationship with Fiona then. He'd tried to live as he had during their estrangement.

Shit with the club had been hectic. Clay had stepped down and Jax had stepped up. They had buried brothers. They had gone through traumas and chaos.

Chibs had little time to consider Fiona then.

There had been a longing there though, the hope that his wife and child might somehow return to him and they'd be a united front here in California. It had been a fool's hope.

Chibs had a few months prior attempted to talk his estranged wife into reuniting admitting he'd missed her and he hoped it was time to live as a married couple, now that Jimmy O' was gone and they'd had time to think about the future without the threat of the man hanging over them.

Fiona had rejected the idea though and Chibs was left reeling from the reality that the marriage was over.

Fiona and the end of their marriage had broken Chibs. The man had spent so long wishing for and wanting his wife by his side only to discover that it wasn't going to work out. He had admitted that he knew it was time to let go but it still felt bittersweet.

Of course Chibs hadn't been faithful to Fiona in their time apart prior to their reuniting in Belfast and after. He had been unfaithful all those years before he got her and their daughter back, but they had been estranged. Fiona had been "married" to Jimmy O' leaving Chibs alone on a different continent unable to do a damn thing about it.

Chibs had to sit back knowing that his wife was being held prisoner by Jimmy O' and his Kerrianne was being raised by the bastard.

Chibs had been heartbroken over it; the loss of his wife and daughter to a man he had trusted. He had been left scarred and emotionally destroyed.

SAMBEL had taken him in and he'd thrown his misery into the club. He had dealt with the pain by being as hedonistic as possible. Hoping that the women and the booze would kill the sorrow. That cycle had continued in SAMCRO.

He had proven to be a loyal Son in both charters despite his hedonism.

When the Sons had returned from Belfast there had been an understanding that Fiona would remain in Belfast with Kerrianne. She had zero interest in leaving the cause. The True IRA was her first love, not Filip Chibs Telford. Chibs had been told by Fiona to live as he had prior to their reunification.

Chibs had drunkenly admitted to Jax that he resented Fiona's insistence that he remain living the way he had even after he'd promised to kill Jimmy O' to protect his girls. He had hoped she would be his wife again. He had longed for his wife and she'd shown him that the longing was not enough to make her want to cross oceans for him.

After Fiona had given him the most recent rejection, Chibs had become a shell of a man.

Chibs had found himself unable to sink back into a lifestyle he'd lived for over a decade. It had been a shock to those who knew him. It seemed that something was happening within the man that no one truly understood.

The only thing Chibs did at parties now was drink his body weight in Jameson. He seemed heavier emotionally. He seemed resigned to a sense of loneliness.

Jax looked to his wife as he heard a familiar name he barely picking up at it in his thoughts of his brother's odd behavior. "What did you say?"

Tara rolled her eyes irritated that her husband clearly hadn't been listening to her. She spoke as she continued to apply lotion to her dry legs. "I said Abel made a new friend at daycare a couple of days ago. I invited the little boy and his mom to Abel's birthday party this weekend. The mom seems like a sweetheart...a little awkward socially...but sweet all the same. She's new in town and her kid is cute but doesn't really talk according to Abel...the kid seems shy. Anyway, her name is Molly. She works down in the lab, just started at Saint Thomas."

"Molly Garrett? Southern, blonde, looks like she's probably in her twenties right? Five year old kid, kind of scrawny for his age?" Jax asked wondering if it could be the same Molly that Chibs seemed so stuck on.

"Yeah, Molly Garrett. Her son's name is Mason. She doesn't look to be our age. She looks like she's barely in her late twenties. She's a cute little thing. I can't place her accent... but you're right, it sounds Southern, maybe Louisiana. Like I said she seems nice, but nervous. Abel really likes her son, even though the kid doesn't talk. Like I said, I think he's shy or something. How'd you know her full name? How do you know any of this? Do you know her?" Tara explained a little confused by the look on Jax's face.

Jax laughed not believing the irony of it all...well he wasn't quite sure if it was actually irony. It was probably more of an odd coincidence than anything. "Chibs is fixing Molly Garrett's car. He's been super weird about her. He's insisting on doing extra work on her car out of his pocket, and he practically ripped Rat and Tig's heads off for getting a little too vulgar talking about her looks. I think he's into her even if he's claiming he's just doing a good deed for a single mom. I've never seen him act like this before. I mean, don't get me wrong. Chibs has a big heart but he usually reserves it for people he knows and trusts. I've never seen him act like this towards a woman he's just met. Pretty sure he's not just thinking with his dick on this one."

Jax could clearly see the cogs turning in Tara's head as he explained the situation. He spoke again rolling his eyes. "Don't do what you're thinking about doing."

"What?" Tara asked trying to feign innocence.

Jax shook his head wondering what it was with women and trying to play matchmaker. It was like every woman had a cupid complex.

"Don't try to set those two up. Don't interfere." Jax replied already having the feeling that his orders were going unheard.

Tara placed her lotion bottle back on the bedside table suddenly wondering why she cared so much.

To be honest she had always had her issues with the Sons and this life. She had hopes that Jax would leave the life but his stepping into the role of club president showed he had no interest in leaving. She felt bitter towards SAMCRO more often than not.

She felt resigned to this life.

Chibs had always been good to Jax and her though and he'd always been good to Abel and Thomas.

Not to mention Chibs had been sweet enough to make a Celtic blessing when Jax and she had gotten married. He really cared about Jax and their family. Chibs had unwavering loyalty to those he loved.

Chibs had always been respectful to Tara and she appreciated it. She knew that Chibs would protect Jax with his life. That was why he'd been chosen to serve as SGT of Arms by Jax after all.

Tara felt a twinge of sympathy thinking of Chibs' personal troubles. Jax had been open about them with her and had shared Chibs' few drunken rants about his estranged wife and his disappointment in the estrangement and end of the marriage.

She felt for the man. She knew it must be difficult being apart from a woman he'd longed for only to realize that the longing had been meaningless. She also knew it was heartbreaking for him to be apart from his child.

She had questioned why he didn't just leave SAMCRO and go to his family if he wanted them so bad...she had realized though that most people didn't leave SAMCRO, not by choice and not alive.

Still though she felt for the sense of loneliness that was written all over Chibs' face. It wasn't right him clearly being as lonely as he was.

Molly seemed sweet which made Tara question if she was setting the poor girl up for disaster trying to bring her into this life.

She felt conflicted about the thought. She wouldn't wish what she'd gone through as an ol lady on anyone. A voice in the back of her head told her it would awful trying to bring Molly into the life Tara had known.

Another voice in the back of her head insisted though that Molly might be good for Chibs even if the life might not be good for Molly.

Tara knew that if Molly decided the life wasn't for her at least she gave the pair a chance. She knew that Chibs might benefit from some softness from Molly. Tara had to trust that Chibs wouldn't mistreat Molly if she were to influence the two towards one another. It wouldn't hurt to reintroduce the pair would it?

If Chibs was as interested as Jax said then it couldn't hurt to maybe try to help the two find one another?

Despite her own issues with the club perhaps Molly would fare better?

Tara could admit that maybe she was doing this for selfish reasons. Maybe it would make her feel less miserable to have a seemingly normal ol lady to commiserate with? Lyla was nice enough but her past was different from Tara's. Gemma was...well Gemma. Molly seemed so normal. Tara wanted someone she could relate to on that wavelength.

She decided that she wanted to throw a kind gesture karma's way and this was not misery seeking company, as she spoke up. "I'm not going to interfere...I'm just going to...push things in the right direction."

She ignored the look Jax was giving her as she spoke again. "What? Molly might be good for Chibs. Like I said, she seems sweet. And he's been really down lately...with Fiona and everything. You mentioned he's been miserable lately."

She paused trying to make her point seen. "And it's better than your mother getting involved. You know she's going to grill Molly once she figures out what's going on. Once she sees that Chibs is paying out of pocket for all those repairs and connects the dots that Molly is an attractive young woman she might assume the worst. Your mom won't hesitate to accuse Molly of taking advantage of Chibs. If Chibs practically ripped Tig and Ratboy's heads off for little comments then imagine how he'd react to anything your mom might say. It might be smart to get the two acquainted outside of the garage. Maybe if we reintroduce Chibs and Molly and get the ball rolling on something more than some free auto repairs then Gemma will stay out of it."

Jax let out a huff realizing that his wife was right. Gemma Teller Morrow was protective over the men in the club. She had long been the queen of SAMCRO, the den mom.

Even though Tara had stepped into the role of the Pres' ol lady...Gemma still walked around like she was queen.

He knew Tara and his mom had a love-hate relationship that usually favored hatred. He knew his mom could be brutal if she thought someone was taking advantage of a guy in a kutte. She saw it as a threat to the club.

He had a feeling from what he'd heard about the woman, Molly was soft enough to be terrified if his mother approached her. He had a feeling a miserable Molly would make an even more miserable Chibs. The man seemed stuck on her and most likely would not appreciate Gemma making her uncomfortable.

The last thing he needed was a pissed of SGT at Arms and a pissed off mother. He had enough shit on his plate with the club alone.

Gemma would play twenty questions with Molly once it was clear that Chibs had a thing for the blonde. It was better she play twenty questions if Molly was dating Chibs than play twenty questions if Molly was just a customer getting some free auto repairs.

Maybe Tara had a point? Better his wife and he interfere than his overbearing mother.

Maybe they could push things in the a favorable direction for all involved?

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The Thief of your Heart - Chapter Ten.

So guys, here’s the last installment of the story before we move onto the sequel. I’ve lost a few readers along the way, but gained a few as well, so big thanks to all who have stuck with it and offered such lovely feedback. I appreciate you so much. Also, even though you’re all aware it isn’t canon, just to note that I know there’s a glaringly big difference in the fact that in canon, Tig goes away to jail with the other guys at the end of S3, but in my land of creation, he doesn’t. Why? Well... I had to do something else very non-canon in who I decided to introduce much earlier than she actually appears in SOA... ;)

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

“I’m going to miss this.” Abi whispered quietly, stroking his dark hair as Chibs slept on, his face partially stuffed into the pillows beneath his head, soundless in sleep. She’d never known a man like him for quietness in slumber... when he slept on his front. On his back? She’d have to poke him until he turned to prevent the snoring booming through the room.  

She smiled to herself while remembering the very first night he’d stayed over at her old flat, an extremely tired and sleep deprived Abi jabbing him in the ribs, shouting at him that he even snored in a strong, Glaswegian brogue, such was the ferocity of his snoring. When he slept on his front, though? Silence. So much so that on that same night, she’d poked him awake again.  

‘Are you dead?’

‘I fucking wish I was with all this poking! Stop waking me up, lass! Unless it’s tae suck my cock, then go right ahead.’ She had. None of that would be partaken of that morning, though, both of them tired and sex sore from the utter marathon they’d partaken of in the hours preceding, Abi content to just have him there next to her. At least this time when he left, she knew that at some point, once her Saudi contracts were comfortable, she’d be able to follow him across the vast ocean that had parted them for so long. She was also looking forward to the man who had facilitated that being caught and disposed of.  

It was something that was discussed a little later, back at the digs the SAMCRO group were staying at.

“I’ve been thinking, Chibs, and it’s only right, after what he did, that you be the one to hand it to him,” Clay vouched with a nod, Bobby and Jax both looking on in agreement.  

“It’s about time old scores were settled, brother,” the latter added, nodding deeply.  

“We have a lot to work out logistically, but I wanted you to know that as soon as possible, wanted Abi to hear it as well.” Clay smiled, nodding in her direction. He had a lot of respect for her as a soldier, even more so that she had been forced to sit on the amount of venom she’d harboured for Jimmy because of her loyalty to the cause for so many years. “Also, I want to pick your brains, while I still have them at my disposal. Any ideas on who his allies are, who could be harbouring him?”

She was thoughtful for a few moments. “If I had to bet money on it, I’d say the Russians, Viktor Putlova in particular. I might be able to assist you there, too?” Clay raised his eyebrows in interest. “My ex is close with Putlova, I’m sure for the correct monetary exchange, he can tell you everything you need to know.”

Chibs’ eyebrows creased, his mouth tightening. “You dated a Russian?”

“Oh, hello, captain xenophobia!” she snorted sarcastically, the men assembled laughing softly. “Aye, I did. And what of it?”

He continued to mutter, something about not liking to share his toys.

“Oh, and how many women have you slipped the cock to in the last fifteen years, hmm?”

“None of them were sneaky fucking Russians!” he replied, looking her up and down with mock disgust. “What are you grinning about over there, Juicy boy?”  

Juice tried to hide his smile behind his hand, chuckling away. “I’m imagining the moment Abi meets some of your little crow eater harem. I want a front row seat for that.”

The lady herself leaned across the table. “A harem, you say?”  

“Juice,” Chibs warned.

“Oh yeah.”

“Interesting,” Abi mused, lifting her chin, her eyes flitting over to her boyfriend. “If they even dare go near him again, I shall be exercising a hell of a lot of cunt punting.”

Jax sprayed the mouthful of coffee he was drinking back into his cup, laughter abounding. None of them doubted her for even a second.  

“Well, there’s a woman after my own heart.” Gemma contributed as she cradled Abel, smiling knowingly at Abi. She’d pay good money to witness that.  

For the remaining time they had left, Abi and Chibs sat outside, her astride him, enjoying the feel of his arms around her, drinking it in, smiling as she imagined the future, of getting to be like this with him more or less whenever she pleased. Her head found its place, tucked beneath his chin, kissing his neck a few times, feeling his arms tighten around her. “What you thinking about, CB?”  

“What life will be like, when I get over to California.”

“Still shite for the most part, I should imagine, but at least we’ll have each other while it’s being shite.”

She laughed, shaking her head as she emerged from under his chin. “Always the eternal optimist, you grumpy fuck.”  

He chuckled, kissing her head. “Just as long as you don’t come crashing in there and want to change my entire house around, I should be happy enough.”

“About that,” she began, pursing her lips when he groaned. “You’ve not told me about your place.”

“Nae much to tell. It's a bungalow, decent sized, two bedrooms, has a pool out back that I’ve never used, could probably do with a lick of paint here and there, but one stipulation I do have is that you’ll not change my lounge.”

“What colour is it?”

“Orange.” Her face was immediately affronted.  

“Excuse me?”

“It was like that when I moved in, and I quite like it. You’ll leave my orange lounge well alone.”

“Orange?!” she cried. “But...”

“Abi,” he warned.

“But it’s, orange!”

“Aye, and I like it. It’s not bright orange, it’s pretty dark.”

She snorted, her mouth tilting. “Goth orange? That’s not a thing, Fil.”

“It’s my thing, and you’ll not change it.”

“Do I dare ask what the rest of it is like?” He chuckled at her look of trepidation.

“Casting your aspersions over my house!”

“It has a fucking orange lounge, what do you expect?” she wailed, squealing when he tickled her for it.  

“Bathroom and kitchen are new, those had been done before I bought it, the rest you can put your own stamp on, though. Just don’t be too girly with it.”

She arched her eyebrow immediately. “Have you forgotten who it is who's moving in with you?”  

“You have girly shite!”  

She was aghast. “Such as?”

“Cushions and blankets on the sofa, and the rug that looks like you skinned an Afghan hound!”

“Those are cosy pieces of home furnishings,” she reasoned.  

“And they’re not coming with you when you move!”  

Her face darkened, muttering. “We’ll see.”  

“We will not.” He was emphatic, but also very entertained by their back and forth.

She had an ace, though. And damn, she would use it. “Hmmm, nightly blowjobs might be a thing of the past, then.”  

He narrowed his eyes, closing them slowly, shaking his head. “Fine, bring your girly shite.”

“Thank you, I will.” she hummed, kissing him. Much too quickly for either of their liking, the time rolled round for him to leave, Abi hugging him tightly, beaming at him before they exchanged a lingering kiss.  

“Until a few months then, my beautiful, crazy baby. I’ll call you when I’m back, alright? Love you.”

She nodded, stroking his face with her thumbs. “Okay. I love you too. And don’t worry, if I have to crack Saudi skulls together to facilitate me getting to you faster, then that’s just what I’ll do.”

He laughed, kissing her forehead. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” They lingered on a hand hold, Abi stepping back to stand with Mo, watching as they all filed out. This time as he left, she didn’t fall apart, she didn’t cry, and her world wasn’t shattered. If only she could go back in time and tell that heartbroken girl who had collapsed in hysterics on the hard wood floor that it wouldn’t be forever, that one day, she’d find a way back to her beloved Filip again. As for him, upon his return to Charming, he had a very important part of the past he’d been tasked with, something he’d been imagining for fifteen years.  

There was a lot of poison he still needed to work out, and as he stood over Jimmy O after throwing him back against the school bus after ambushing his car, he knew this was how he’d permanently rid himself of it. He imagined it all, it fuelled him like kerosene being poured onto a fire, every last bit of hurt the man before him had caused. Fifteen years of his life lost, of Abi’s life lost. Everything they’d had to endure, all because of what he’d been tasked with.

“Filip,” Jimmy acknowledged, knowing what he had coming. “It was never personal, you know that?”

Chibs took his knives, glowering at him. “This is for the fifteen years you stole.” Slashing at his face, he gave him the same excruciating wounds he’d been blighted with upon that fateful night, remembering it, stitching his own face, packing his belongings, holding Abi for what he thought would be the last ever time. “And this is for her. Abigail sends her regards.” He then plunged the knives into Jimmy’s chest, twisting and tearing the blades down for maximum impact where agony was concerned. Time was of the essence, so he needed to hurt him as much as he could in the shortest time possible.  

If Chibs hadn’t had been pressed for time, his death would have been a lot more drawn out, but upon arriving back at the clubhouse, he was glad to be able to send a text to the one person who needed to hear the news of his demise most. 

‘It’s over. Call you later on, love you.’

Abi sighed with relief when she woke up to read that. It further cemented each footstep upon the path she took to regaining all she had lost, that journey continuing with her task of bringing Brendan up to replace some of her dealings beginning the following week, Abi okaying it with the kings to also hand over her Nigerian contract to him to handle, leaving her with Libya and Cameroon, the two most volatile, those who would likely kick up the most ructions, should she make too many changes. She wasn’t prepared to give up who she was for a man, but she would cut her workload for him. It wasn’t easy, either. These were the kind of men who were suspicious regarding change, even the smallest nuances, such as the switching of a contact.  

“So, where are you right now?” Chibs asked her late one evening, the early morning for her, his call her wakeup alarm. It had been two months since he’d arrived back in Charming, and god, he missed her.  

“I’m about to leave Nigeria, after finally appeasing the lads down here. I think they should be fine with Brendan being their face from here on out, but I don’t think the Saudi boys are going to be quite as happy with it,” she confessed, walking out onto the balcony of the location they were staying in, the Nigerian heat hitting her full pelt.  

It made a slight nervous knot form in his stomach, hearing that. Of course, he knew how proficient she was at her job, but now they were so close to the end result they’d longed for, even the smallest hurdle brought a feeling of trepidation. “Are you anticipating that they’ll be difficult?”

“Aye, they’re not partial to change. They’re also highly suspicious, next level cloak and dagger shenanigans. Even getting to meet them in the first place requires the kind of rigmarole that almost isn’t worth the money. Securing those deals was a big enough ball ache as it was, but adding this, I can imagine they’ll not take too kindly.” They didn’t either, as Abi discovered, insisting on a transitional period much longer than she was first anticipating. Of course, there was no way around it, the kings emphatically stating that she needed to appease them, that the deals were worth too much money to risk losing. She knew that. She’d been the one to broker them in the first place, after all.  

All in all, it took five months to sort her affairs, from her work to her home, which she sold, a lot of her possessions going as well, a steady stream boxed securely and sent via courier over to America. Her things might’ve began arriving, but Chibs was getting antsy over when his girlfriend would actually follow, starting to become pissed off with her giving him vague answers, his brain going to places he didn’t like. It was something he found himself discussing with Tig’s new lady friend, someone he’d been a little dubious over at first, but found himself becoming quite fond of. She was extremely wise, for one thing.

“Oh come now, Filip. Do you mean to tell me that you now consider her to be lacking in sincerity over her vow to join you upon these sunny shores? I very much fail to see the validity in that line of thinking,” Venus spoke, sitting adjacent to him in the clubhouse one night, shaking her head in wonder.  

“I don’t know. She says one week that it’ll be a couple of weeks, then maybe a month. Nothing is ever concrete with her,” he sighed.

Venus cocked her head, smiling kindly. “The woman sent her shoes, chere. She’ll be here, you mark my words. No lady would part with a collection of pumps the likes of which your Abigail possesses if she did not intend to follow them.” Tig and Venus had been assisting him in getting her belongings moved from TM (where it made the most sense to have them delivered, since he was never home in the day to sign for the deliveries) and thusly had noticed the huge box of shoes to arrive.  

He sniffed slightly, his mouth twitching. “I guess you have a fair point, darlin’.” He still bordered on morose in demeanour, though, which killed her, the secret she kept burning on the tip of her tongue. Tig spotted it a mile off, jerking his head in the direction of the door as he beckoned for her.

“I know it’s hard, but you gotta keep it in, baby,” he told her quietly outside, Venus actually stamping her stilettoed foot a few times in quick succession, such was her agitation.  

“I do profess this to be very difficult to manage now, especially when he’s so miserable without his lady love,” she lamented.

“Two more days, honey. Two more days.” He chuckled at her whine, hugging her. It’d be worth it. In two days, Chibs turned forty-seven, his birthday never an event he particularly relished in, beyond getting absolutely steaming drunk at the party which would be thrown, as was the norm. Also, most of his brothers were absent, of course, locked up in jail. All he could think as he worked on a set of troublesome carburettors was that he wished he’d be spending his day with Abi. “A few more weeks, fucking bullshit.” he muttered to himself, referencing the conversation he’d had with her the previous night.

“Sweetheart, come with me. You’re finishing early today, on account of your birthday. The guys want to give you your gift up at the clubhouse, though,” Gemma spoke, exiting the office.

Chibs sighed, throwing the spanner back into the tool chest. “Aye, alright. I’ll get cleaned up.” She waited while he washed down his face and hands, freshly free of oil and lighting a cigarette as he joined her, the creases in his forehead heavy, Gemma’s smile beginning to spread. Entering the clubhouse, all the remaining guys were waiting, Tig stepping forward with a box in his hand.  

“Why are you’s all smiling so much?” he charged, looking to Opie first.

He shrugged. “We think we did well with your gift.” He looked entirely too pleased with himself; they all did. Suspicion abounded.  

“Here, happy birthday, bro,” Tig spoke, passing him the box. Taking his knife, he slit the paper and tape open, the same with the tape securing the card of the box inside, putting it back on his belt before pulling out a can, reading the label. ‘Irish whoop-ass.’  

“Why’s it empty?” he asked, puzzled.  

“The whoop-ass escaped,” Gemma replied, just as he felt a fingernail tap his shoulder. They hadn’t... Turning around, he beamed, seeing the greatest present anyone could have made happen for him.  

“Happy birthday!” Abi chirped, laughing hard at his face, Chibs covering it with his hand momentarily before wrapping her up in a hug and swinging her around, the clubhouse erupting into happy cheers and applause.  

“You’re a wee shite, telling me your fibs!” he began, giving her a kiss. “And you lot? You were all in on it too, huh?”  

“Yep,” they all chorused at once.  

“She’s been staying well out of the way with Venus for the last ten days,” Tig confirmed. “We wanted it to be a surprise for your birthday. It’s killed them both, Venus trying to keep a secret, and dragging Abi back whenever she’s wanted to come and see you ahead of time.”  

“I am owed great monetary recompense for the amount of whiskey I’ve had to pour into your good lady so she’d been too drunk to walk, let alone try and escape my apartment to get to you!” Venus herself piped up, winking at Abi. In those last ten days, she’d really warmed to her houseguest, finding Abi to be charming, funny, and a little terrifying too, as she’d learned of her life.  

“We kick your party off in an hour. So, if you want to go and enjoy your whoop-ass, I’d do it now,” Opie told him, entertained. Chibs leaned down, threw Abi over his shoulder and grinned, smacking her bum.  

“There’s only one arse getting whooped here, and it ain’t mine!” Laughter abounded, Chibs carrying her through the clubhouse and down to one of the bunk rooms, shutting the door and placing her down.  

“So, pleased to see me?”  

“I meant it, you’re a wee shite.”

She laughed, stroking his neck with her fingertips. “A wee shite you’re pleased to see?”

His growl as he advanced on her was all she needed to hear, Chibs reducing the long dress she wore to a puddle of fabric upon the floor, Abi kicking her heels off as she was corralled onto the bed, a very horny man pressing her into it as they kissed one another with wild longing. Five months of no sex would do that to a person, though.

He paused his hungry assault upon a mouth for a moment, staring down at her, thumbs stroking the apples of her cheeks. “Can’t even believe you’re here. It feels surreal, fuck. You live here now. With me. How the fuck did I ever get this lucky?”  

“I like to think this is god, or the universe, or whatever realising we were owed greatly because of what happened to us. And guess what? I have three weeks until I have to go away again, and then it’s only for six days, including travelling.”  

He raised his eyebrows. “Oh, so definitely stuck with you now, am I?”

“You are.”

“I’d better go tell the side piece to fuck off, then.” He laughed softly, receiving a thump to his chest, trying to kiss her, Abi making a show of dramatically turning her head away.  

“Nope! None for you!”

He laughed harder, eventually grasping her jaw. “Shut up and kiss me, CB.” She did, her hands pushing his work shirt off, grabbing at the black vest he wore beneath, yanking it over his head and then pausing, her mouth dropping. He’d looked a little trimmer to her, but what he had lurking beneath his clothes was a definite, and very sexy surprise.  

“Erm, excuse me? What do we have here?” she purred, running her hands over his stomach.  

“Abs. We have abs, and a bit more chest.”

“And your cum gutters are making a return!” she noted, making him chuckle. God, he looked good. He wasn’t suddenly transformed into a chiselled Adonis (and she wouldn’t wish for him to be either) but the improvements he’d made were definitely to her liking.

“I’ve been at the weights, stopped eating so much crap food, too, figured I’d put in some work, get a bit fitter.”  

Her mouth tilted, biting her lip. “Mmm, I approve.” She’d thought of him as nothing but sexy as fuck before, but now? Oh, next level sexy.  

“Thought you might.” Pushing her back to the bed, he kissed her hotly, his hand sliding beneath her, bra clasp flicked undone and removed, his mouth closing over one nipple while his fingers pinched at the other, rolling the piercing bar back and forth between his thumb and forefinger.  

Her hands slipped around grasping his bum. “Best arse in the world.” she stated, Chibs rumbling a laugh around her other nipple, shifting up slightly when she moved her hands to unfasten his belt. It was all heat and sin between them, a dizzying need to be joined, Chibs standing and stripping off the rest of his clothes. He grasped her thong, pulling it off before wasting no time in slotting himself between her thighs, cock arrowing straight into her.  

She inhaled sharply, the relief of having him back inside her once more almost crippling, only getting to enjoy how he spread her for a couple of thrusts before he slipped from within her grasp, kissing her cleavage, her navel, her public mound, and then her clit, pushing her thighs wide with his elbows before taking a firm, slow, sweeping lick through her folds. The moan she made at that filled the room, audible to outside ears, a rapid hammering of knuckles upon the door.  

“Yeah, brother!” Tig shouted approvingly from the other side.  

“Alexander! You will come away from that door and allow them their time, or I will tan your hide with hot barbecue tongs!” Venus’s chiding had them both snickering with laughter, even more so when Tig proclaimed that he’d enjoy it. With the source of interruption herded away, Abi continued to voice her pleasure at the slow circles drawn over her clit, feeling it swelling against each sweep, her fingers tugging in his hair as her hips twitched. God, he was too talented by far with his mouth, and he knew it. She felt him smiling against her as she writhed, her little cries growing in intensity as did her pleasure, Chibs loving the sight of her escalating, sucking on her with a deep groan.  

He was greedy and unrelenting with her, assailing the beautiful petals of her cunt with his mouth, Abi writhing against each immaculately placed suck and lick, his beard tickling her pink as her thighs skimmed his cheeks, his hands grasped tight upon her hips. The warmth of his tongue cut an edge right through her, her hands weaved tight in his hair, squirming into his mouth, consumed by him, her breath stalling in her lungs when a particularly sharp suck at her clit sent a bolt right through her.

His cock ached, hard against his hip, the need to push into her again far outweighing his desire to draw out driving her wild with his tongue, kissing his way back up her body, yanking her closer to him as knelt before her, guiding his cock to her burning hole and pushing within with a satisfied sigh, her aqueous walls pulsing on him, her back arching up off the bed. Her cunt was fever hot, slick muscles pulling him back with every retreat, each forward thrust sinking him in an extra inch as he felt her opening more for him, her mouth agape, pretty sounds of utter sin pouring from her.  

“My beautiful girl,” he spoke, pushing his fingers into her mouth, gripping at her jaw as he watched her soft lips suck them, her cheeks hollowing, “I fucking love you so much.” Slipping his hand to her neck, he clutched lightly, bending to kiss her, her nails dragging his arms.

“I love you too.” she panted, nuzzling him, moving her mouth to lay soft bites over his throat. Gasping as the thick head of his cock snagged her insides, his head dipping, biting her nipple hard. He adored that she still had the piercings he’d put in sixteen years before, remembering the night like it was yesterday, his mouth sucking, hips driving against her harder, forcing wails from her throat as he pounded into her like a jackhammer.  

It bordered on barbarity, the pace which was set, Abi pinned to the bed by a strong grasp at her throat, crying out in bliss as he fucked her mercilessly, her nails sharp at his chest in appreciation of the fast, hard drag of her fluttering walls. He slipped from her, turning her over and yanking her hips up, burying his cock back within her soaking centre once more, a handful of her hair taken, her head pulled back firmly.  

“Fuck... ahhh, sorry baby. I think I’m gonna have to be a five-minute wonder,” he lamented, the hot coil tightening within him too ferocious to attempt to hold back from.  

“Go for it, I’m close.” She panted. So, he did. The heat of the moment sizzled like a tempest, their bodies pounding together with furious intent, the rhythm of his cock making her catatonic, sending her reeling, mouth agape as she screamed with white-hot pleasure, Chibs going faster and faster still, hips disengaging as each stroke became unfettered.  

The chase of their release was unrelenting, the pleasure breaking over them in a wave, swirling, crashing, consuming and relentless in its power. In the wake of tense and fervid, her rigid body finally relaxed, aware of his head resting down between her shoulders as he panted hard against her back.  “I’ll make up for it, I promise.” he breathed, still foggy with bliss, enjoying her slick warmth fluttering around him.  

“You’ve nothing to make up for, that was fucking amazing,” she praised him, her head spinning from the force of her orgasm. He smirked to himself, pulling out and flopping down on his back, Abi moving to rest her head upon his chest, feeling his fingers begin to stroke at the nape of her neck. Suddenly, she was up again.  

“Oh! I have your birthday present, wait.” Jumping off the bed, she pulled her dress back on, ducking out quickly to where she’d left her bag behind the bar, pulling the small bow adorned box from within, taking a quick shot Piney poured for her and heading back again. “Happy birthday, BDT!” she announced once back in the room, kicking her dress off once more, sitting cross legged beside him on the bed and handing over the box.  

Removing the ribbon, he was curious over what he might find within, opening it up to see an exact match of the gold skull ring he’d given to her before having to leave Ireland all those years ago. “Oh, you’re kidding me! How’d you even find one exactly the same?” he exclaimed, pulling it out and examining it.  

“I had mine copied, big enough so it’ll fit your first finger too, so we can match.” Taking it from him, she slipped it onto the first finger of his right hand, kissing his knuckles, and then his lips.  

“I fucking love it,” he began, holding his hand out to admire it, pulling hers atop it so the matching rings were side by side. “Thank you, CB.” He kissed her again, her fingers weaving through his, squeezing his big hand in hers. “I have something for you as well, you know.”

“Oh?” she inquired.

“Aye. I wanted to show you the actual paperwork, but that’s all at home, so I’ll settle for telling you instead. My divorce was finalised ten days ago.” He didn’t think he’d ever seen her beam like she did then, throwing her arms around him with a happy little shriek, his eardrums ringing, but his heart thudding with happiness.  

“So, you’re free to make an honest woman of me?”  

He snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t think me marrying you would facilitate that, baby. But yes, free to marry you eventually. Whenever I decide to pop the question.”

She frowned suddenly, her face a picture of entertainment. “You’re going to make me wait?”

“Well,” he began, laying her on her back. “It has to be a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises! You know this!”  

He chuckled, kissing between her breasts. “You’ll like this one, though.”  

“Filip!”

“Oh, hush. No more talk. My mind wandered elsewhere.”  

“I’m not going to give this up, you know. I want to know when!”

“Shhh.” he stated, his kisses trailing lower.

“But...”

“Abi, hush.”

“Bu... ohhh.”  

He chuckled, after that first drag of his tongue against her heat. “Thought that’d shut you up.” She wasn’t silent for long, though, but the noises she began making were much more preferrable to him than being winged at. After he’d successfully made her cum all over his tongue, and fucked her so hard she was certain walking would be an issue, they lay there curled around one another, Abi stroking his neck with her fingertips.

“You look very thoughtful, there.”  

He raised his eyebrows, turning his head to her. “Aye, I am. I’m contemplative.”

“Over what?”

“Well, the fact that I just turned forty-seven, and not really wanting to be much older than I am now when our kids come along. So, I suppose it poses the question over what your thoughts would be, in stopping taking your pill?”  

It wasn’t something out of the blue for Abi to hear. For the last five months of being forced to conduct their relationship over phone calls, it had come up in discussion many times, the fact they wanted to have children, and that neither were getting any younger, especially not him. “Why are you grinning to yourself?”  

Her smile grew wider. “Well, I have something to reveal there,” she began, turning onto her front, her fingernail idly circling his nipple. “I stopped taking it a month ago.”

His eyebrows rose significantly. “Sly, Abigail. Very sly.”

“But a good pre-emptive move, wouldn’t you say? Especially when you told me, and I quote, ‘you need to get your arse on a plane so I can get to putting a baby in ye!’ did you not?” Her imitation of his accent was perfect, Chibs laughing, pulling her to lie on top of him and kissing her head.  

“Well, I suppose I cannae fault that.” He paused, stroking her cheek. “I quite like that there’s a chance we might have just made a teeny, tiny Telford. Imagining you going for nine months without coffee, nicotine or alcohol is a scary thought, though.”  

In anticipation of such, Abi made damned sure that she’d be the shot downing, chain smoking, life and soul of whatever party she was at in the meantime, that night being no exception. Well, she was a little slow moving to that party, on account of feeling like she’d just been sandblasted.

“Oh, sweet child! Do we need to sit you in an ice bucket?” Venus cooed through her laughter, Gemma snorting as she saw Abi walking a little bow legged. That snort gained momentum as she attempted to seat herself upon a bar stool, Venus assisting, her face a silent scream.  

“That’s what happens when you don’t see ‘em for a while,” she empathised.

“This is even worse than when I hadn’t seen him for fifteen years!” Abi cried.

“Ahh,” Gemma began. “That’s because you refreshed his memory.”  

“You make quite the valid point there, Gem,” Abi replied, taking a bottle of beer and twisting the cap off. “Either way, I’ll be holding a requiem for my vagina in at 6pm this evening. May she rest in tatters.”

Venus almost exploded. “Are we to wear traditional mourning dress?”  

“Oh yeah, black veil and a big hat.”

“Noted. I shall even throw myself dramatically upon the tiny casket and wail inconsolably.”

Gemma was in soft fits at their back and forth, passing over a few shots of tequila one of the prospects was pouring out, Abi in utter hysterics.  

“Beast!” Venus exclaimed, pointing at Chibs when he walked over and picked up the shot.  

His eyes darted around between the women, grinning when he caught on. “Aye, Vee. Guilty.” He sank it, taking a second one, too.  

“The poor girl can barely sit down as a result of your assault upon her little cooch,” she continued, Chibs smirking.

“She wasn’t complaining.” He took a third shot, grabbing Abi’s face and licking her cheek before heading off to greet a few guys from the Tacoma chapter, Abi crinkling her nose and dabbing her cheek.  

“You’re right, he is. But I like it!” The party was everything she expected from a SAMCRO event, having a fantastic time, meeting a hell of a lot of new people, but by halfway through, content to go seek out her man with a bottle of tequila in her hand, giving Opie a kiss on the head on her way to him, reaching to pinch Lyla’s arm softly with a smile. She liked her, they’d sat in a huddle with Venus for most of the night, all three getting to know one another.  

“So, you’re stocking up all you can, are you, in light of our discussion earlier?” Chibs asked while gesturing to the bottle of Jose Cuervo she clutched, pulling her onto his lap, taking a swig after she offered it to him.  

Abi made a somewhat agreeable face. “Aye, I am. Because as you correctly deduced, without my cigarettes, coffee, booze and also weed, I’m likely to be hell in a handbasket.” He burst out laughing at that, somewhat dreading the mood swings. “Venus has been teaching me about balancing my rage and finding composure, though. I suppose I could put that into practice.”

“And has it worked?”

She shrugged, reaching to take the joint Opie was passing to her with thanks. “I suppose we’ll have to wait until someone really pisses me off, won’t we?”  

As it stood, that moment was quite a long time in the coming, very long, in fact. She found that all the crow eaters needed was a withering look in their direction if they so much as even looked at Chibs with lust in their eyes, but there was one woman, one very foolish woman, who wouldn’t be so easily swayed.  

“Morning, sweetheart. How you doing?” Gemma asked as she came out of the office at TM, roughly nine months after Abi’s arrival, kissing the cheek of the lady herself as she stood, her face a picture of bliss, Tara kindly massaging a sore spot on her back.  

“Fed up! And I have four more months of this, too!” she fumed, the women chuckling.  

“And I hate to say it, but it doesn’t get any easier either. Although my backache didn’t start until well into my seventh month. I see how it’s different for you, though,” Tara spoke, rubbing her arm affectionately.  

“How bloody dare he, putting twins in me!” Abi fumed jokingly, stroking her bump and looking over to outside the clubhouse, the father of her boys sitting with a few other club members, the incarcerated of SAMCRO newly released and back within the fold. “He neglected to tell me it runs in his family! Twenty-three weeks and I’m already getting backache because one of them is using my spine as a hammock!”  

Her assertion had the women chuckling more, Abi thanking Tara for her assistance, draping an arm around her shoulders. They looked up towards the clubhouse, a white car pulling up, the driver of which making Tara groan in annoyance.

“Oh Jesus, not Ima again,” she muttered, watching Ima climb out, heading over to where Jax, Juice, Opie and Chibs were congregated.  

Abi scrunched her eyes against the glare of the bright sun. “Is that the little piece of trash you told me about, the one who’s always wagging her pussy at Jax?”

Tara took a deep breath, her lips a little pursed. “Yep, that’d be her.”  

“She’s been sniffing around every so often, I’ve noted, seeing what she can sink her teeth into.” It seemed that day would be no different, Ima looking down in their direction defiantly, before she sauntered right on over to Chibs. “Oh no, no way. Absolutely not.”

“Careful, baby. You’re compromised with tummy,” Gemma warned lovingly, resting a hand to her bump.  

“Five months pregnant or not, I’ll still tear her in two, the jumped-up little gash.” She was off, storming away, Gemma and Tara exchanging looks.  

“I feel we need popcorn for this,” Tara spoke, Gemma nodding.  

“Well, I don’t have any of that, but I’m all for getting a front row seat.”  

Jax winced as he watched Abi storming across the concrete, trying not to laugh at his mother and Tara following, attempting to appear as if they weren’t rushing when they in fact were, turning his attention then back to Ima.  

“So, since your ole’ lady is pregnant, I bet she isn’t giving you as much sex as you deserve right now. Care to take me inside and make that happen for you, hmm?” Ima purred at Chibs, stroking his chest beneath his kutte.  

He snorted with laughter. “I’m fine in that department, but you have roughly ten seconds to get your hands off me before my wife sees to you and thus ensures you’ll never be able to open your legs again.” Oh yes, after his divorce had been granted, it hadn’t taken Chibs Telford long at all to put a ring on it.  

Ima snorted. “She doesn’t scare me.”

All the men laughed. “Oh, darlin’. She should. Last chance, get off.” Ima refused to comply. “Hello, my little piranha fish.” Chibs welcomed Abi’s arrival with, Ima eventually turning around.

“Can I help you?” The audacity of her.  

“No, but you can help yourself by never laying a fucking hand on my husband again.”

Ima looked her up and down, licking her lip confidently. “Or what? What’s your fat, pregnant ass gonna do?”

Everyone winced. As they should have.  

Abi grinned, one of pure, psychotic menace. Grabbing Ima by the back of her head, she brought her face down to meet her knee. Twice. Letting her go, she gripped her neck, imposing herself right in her face, her tone cold, quiet and foreboding. “Touch him again, and I’ll cut your fingers off one by one with a rusty knife, before sticking them right up your bony arse. Do you fucking understand me?”

Shaken and bleeding, Ima nodded, the hand at her throat clutching tighter. “I require an answer, Ima.”

“Yes, I-I under, unders-stand,” she stammered, her face burning in pain.  

“Good.” Abi released her, but for good measure, brought a kick straight up between her legs, Ima howling in pain before staggering off, Abi simply waving goodbye to her before seating herself on Chibs’ lap.  

“Jesus Christ,” Jax muttered, his hysterics taking over as he began to laugh richly, even more so at the way Chibs was looking at his wife.

“Are you ever not gonna be a complete savage, hen? I’d have thought knocking you up might’ve calmed you down a wee shade or two, but apparently not.”

Abi beamed, kissing him. “No.”  

He snorted, kissing her shoulder. “Well, I suppose some things never change.”

The only things that had changed were all for the better.  

The End.

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Just a hypothetical...if I were to pick this fic back up and start writing it again after zero updates since like 2021...would anyone be even slightly interested in it?

I got focused on real life stuff and other hyperfixations but have always held a special place in my heart for this silly little Chibs/OC fic. I've thought about adding onto it throughout the years but was always tied up with life.

I don't know if anyone would even care to read it still...but wanted to throw the concept out there... I mean updates would be slow as I work full-time and am in the process of finding a job that actually goes with my bachelors degree...but I might be into updating it at my pace...

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Just before the shadows fall. Part 1

I'm not sure if it's a Chibs x Reader or Juice x Reader or both. Mystical fanfic.

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Juice was sitting with his brothers at the bar in the clubhouse, having beer. He was looking at Happy from time to time, as if he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the right moment and finally the killer noticed it.

"What?" Lowman turned to Ortiz suddenly making him jump.

"What what?" Juice still wasn't sure if he was ready to ask especially now when Happy seemed annoyed.

"You're staring at me like I'm a ghost or something, what do you need, boy?" Happy rolled his eyes.

"Um... yes, I was just wondering is it true that you own a tattoo studio?" Juice finally asked his quiestion.

"Yeah, for almost four years now, why?" Happy shrugged when he realised the boy didn't need anything special.

"I want a new tattoo" Juice explained.

"So?" Hap raised his brows as if he couldn't understand where this was going.

"I was wondering if you will give me a contact of the artist who works in your tattoo shop" Juice shrugged.

"What for?" Happy was now teasing the boy and Tig, Bobby and Chibs who were watching him started chuckling quietly.

Juice rolled his eyes "I wanted a contact of your artist. From you tattoo shop. So I will have my new tattoo done by the artist at your tattoo shop"

"Okay" Happy wrote a number on the napkin and passed it to Juan Carlos.

"Oi, our kid is going to meet her finally" Chibs smirked and nudged Tig's shoulder.

"Yeah, right. It's gonna be interesting" Trager nodded watching Juice who was saving the phone number to his cell.

"What are you talking about, guys?" He looked at his brothers confused.

"Oh just go there and you will see" Bobby nodded.

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Y/N opened her eyes and gasped, looking at the ceiling. This dream felt so real though Juice was gone so long ago. Seeing him was something to unsettle her and she sat up in her bed trying to calm down. Chibs growled in his sleep and woke up as he felt his wife move. He looked at her confused. "What happened lass?" "I just had a..." Y/N paused, she couldn't call it a nightmare. She was so glad to see Juice alive even if it was just a dream.

"Just had what?" Chibs sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"A dream" She sighed leaning closer to Filip and closing her eyes. Y/N didn't know how to tell her old man about what she'd seen.

"What was it, lass? Don't make me worry, what happened?" Chibs seemed to really worry about his old lady at this point.

"I've had a dream about Juice" Y/N finally confessed. This boy was long gone and Chibs and her didn't talk about him ever. Both of them cared about Juice, both of them were struggling with grief of him being gone. Filip knew why it happened though but he never told his wife about it. "Oh, lass" Chibs sighed, holding her closer to himself "I know ye miss him. I miss him too. But it's long gone, try to calm down and have some sleep" Y/N only nodded slightly and laid down as soon as Filip let her go. She nestled to him as close as she could searching for comfort. Yet as she closed her eyes she saw Juice again. His bright smile, so careless and happy, his big brown eyes. The boy was something special, the way he looked, how much he loved his brothers. Y/N never knew what happened to him and it was something that haunted her even after several years.

Being comforted with Chibs' hug, Y/N closed her eyes falling asleep again without any dreams luckily.

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Y/N was in the tatoo shop, her client just left and she was cleaning her workstation waiting for the next one to come. It was Juice and she had all evening booked for him as she usually did for Sons since their tattooes were always interesting yet complicated.

The door bell rang announcing Juan Carlos' arrival. Y/N turned to him and stood up to greet the client.

"Hello, Juice. How are you today?" She asked with a soft smile, admiring this handsome boy.

"Hi, Y/N" Otriz greeted, leaning against the counter, his big brown eyes fixed on her "I'm good, nice to see you"

The tension in the air was so thick. The two of them liked each other there was no doubt, but none of them dared to make a move. Y/N was a professional though so she forced herself to think about the new ink he wanted. They've been discussing it recently and she managed to draw several scetches for Juice to pick the one he liked.

"Let me know which one you want" She put several papers on the counter infront of Ortiz and he looked at those, whistling.

"Wow. I'd have all of those if I could" He laughed looking at the designes Y/N offered while she was picking paints and napkins she needed for work. Finally Juan Carlos took one of the papers and nodded "This one"

"Okay, Juice, but it's the last time I draw such a creepy shit for you" Y/N teased as the so to called face he wanted really was scary "Take your shirt off and get yourself comfortable"

"Okay. Sorry for that" The boy realy seemed to be sorry, but he didn't say anything else, instead he took his kutte off and placed it on the back of the chair, then his t-shirt was off with one move.

Y/N couldn't stop herself from looking at him, his body was perfect and oh god this boy was hot. She was so glad to have a legal reason to touch him.

Juice sat down and allowed Y/N to start her work. For awhile there was no other sound than a quiet buzz of the tattoo gun and she was enjoying the process. Y/N noticed that Juice was sometimes looking at her and they were so close to each other it could be easy to kiss him right now. The thought just didn't go no matter how she tried to make it to.

Suddenly, when she paused to add some more paint to her gun, she heard Juice's voice, a bit shaky and low. He seemed nervous.

"Will you... um... I wanted to ask you out, Y/N" Juan Carlos said never taking his eyes off of her.

Y/N raised her brows surprised as she turned to him. Oh god he was nervous, it was so obvious, she couldn't hide a smile forming on her lips. How could she reject him? Those big brown eyes were making her heart melt.

"I'd love to, Juan Carlos" Y/N nodded and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

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Y/N woke up trying to figure out what was going on with her. Why all of a sudden she started having dreams about Juice? Why did she have a crush on him in those dreams? They were quite close, that was true, but there was nothing between them ever. She always loved Chibs. And Juice passed away several years ago.

This second dream happened while Chibs was on the run and waking up from a dream like that in an empty house was not what Y/N needed. She turned the light on and took her phone. It was 4 am. Too early to call Filip.

"Fuck" Y/N sighed and got out of bed, she went to the kitchen and poured herself some wine to calm down. Taking a sip she sat on the couch trying to recall every detail of the dream she had.

She was someone else. Same name, but Y/N remembered looking at herself in the mirror in a dream and she looked different. In real life she had black hair, bob haircut, green eyes. In her dream it was a blong girl with long curly hair and her eyes were so bright blue it hardly could exist in reality.

The tattoo shop existed though, Happy was the owner and it was exactly the same in her dream, but Y/N knew both artists who worked there for last seven years, none of them looked like this girl. She never saw her, yet in her dream she was this girl. And in her dream Y/N had no idea about herself, like she didn't exist at all. Like she was seeing some parallel univers with her other life. It was weird, but couldn't harm her after all.

She downed her wine and it helped to ease her nerves a little so Y/N went back to bed. She decided to not tell Chibs about this dream, she didn't want him to doubt her, because no matter how much she missed Juice, here in her real life the only man Y/N loved was Filip.

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Y/N was at home, small flat at the edge of the town. She was waiting for Juice to come, he promised, and he was late. He was never late, using any opportunity to see her since they've started dating. And now she was worried. Something happened and she knew it. Dialing his number again and again she was walking back and forth in her bedroom but he never answered her calls.

She finally headed to the living room and sat on the couch, turned the TV on and tried to distract herself with anything. Y/N didn't notice how she fell asleep, holding her phone tight in case Juice will call.

The knock on the door made her wake up. She ran to the door and opened it without a second thought. Y/N knew it was her boy, though there could be any kind of a stranger outside. It was Juice though. He seemed tired, several bruises on his face, but he was alive and he came to her.

"Boy, god, I was so worried" Y/N pulled him inside and closed the door, then cupped his face with her palms gently and kissed him. It made Ortiz hiss with pain, but he kissed her back eagerly.

"I'm sorry, girl. Had some shit to sort out" Juice apologized, holding her in his arms. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you and you won't like it"

"God. What is it?" Y/N pressed her forehead against his, trying to calm down. Kissing his lips again and again.

"We'll get arrested and sent to jail tomorrow" He sighed.

This was not what Y/N expected. She knew it could happen. Happy was in jail couple of times since they met. But for Juice it was so not fair. They've been together for only a month now and he would be taken away from her. And god only knows what could happen while he was inside.

"Fuck, boy, it's so unfair!" Y/N whimpered against his lips, her palms stroking his head.

"I know, girl. I'm sorry, I can't do anything about it" Juice sighed, kissing her back. He needed to feel more of her while he could.

"What did you do?" She asked, though she knew the answer.

"I can't tell, I'm sorry" Ortiz said exactly what she expected to hear. He hated that he couldn't tell her anything about the club and Y/N knew it "But it's not only me, most of the club will be arrested"

"God" She closed her eyes fighting back tears "For how long?"

"One or two years, girl. I don't know exactly" Juice confessed after a pause. Then he pulled away slightly, cupping her face and looking into her eyes. So blue, so bright. He adored her eyes as much as she loved his "I will understand if you want to break up, baby. I know this is not what you deserve, just let me stay with you for this last night"

"Silly boy. Do you really think I will abandone you because of this?" Y/N felt tears running down her face. "I won't go anywhere, Juice. There's nothing in this world that can make me leave you. I will be right here waiting for you to come back"

She needed him to know he would be missed and she will be waiting for him.

"Fuck, girl, I will miss you so damn much" Juice smiled faintly, kissing her again "Don't cry, please, It's breaking my heart. I didn't mean to hurt you, ever"

Y/N felt so lost and hurt. But at the same time she knew, he needed support now. Not the right time to be selfish and pity herself. She had to take care of her boy.

"You know what?" She said, tugging him towards the bedroom "I don't want any sorrow tonight. We still have some time together"

"You sure?" Juice seemed hesitant as he was led towards the bedroom. They've been dating for a month but never stepped on the next level.

"As much as I like to tease you, boy, I want you to know exactly what will be waiting for you when you come back" Y/N smiled gently and leaned closer, whispering right to his ear "Juan Carlos"

Every time she was whispering his name Juice felt his heart race, it made him want her so bad and he couldn't help it.

"Minx" Ortiz laughed, allowing her to lead him to bedroom.

⊹──⊱✠⊰──⊹

Y/N woke up still feeling Juice's touch. His lips, his hands. His body. It was so wrong, she didn't know what to do. Her husband, the only man she ever loved in her life was sleeping next to her. It was always Chibs. But now she had dreams about Juice, with every new one she loved him more, there in the dream. In reality it only made her miss him and feel sorry about him.

She sighed and laid down, nestling next to Chibs who hugged her not even waking up. Protecting her was his instinct. Y/N felt comfortable and safe, as she usually felt next to her husband. She just kept asking herself what were those dreams about and couldn't find an answer.

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Scars Remain - Pt. 4

Bishop Losa x Female OC, Lex

Mayans & SOA crossover

⚠️ Warnings: domestic violence, abusive relationship, panic attacks, normal canon violence

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE

Part Four

Bishop stood, hurling the beer bottle across the room to shatter against the far wall, fury burning through his veins.

Chibs' fist swung out to Bishop, catching him below the eye, knocking him back to the couch. Chibs towered over him. "You should've fuckin called the moment you found out she was my daugh'er! No, instead you decided to fuck her-!"

Bishop rose and clocked Chibs in the jaw, making him stumble backwards.

"The fuck did you let her leave with that son of a bitch in the first place!?" He hollered at Chibs. "This is all on you!" Bishop seethed, shoving at Chibs again. The rest of the Mayans stood, waiting the next move.

"Good!" Tig yelled, clapping as he and Happy stood from their seats at the bar, moving to them. "Get that shit out of your system so you're not trashing shit in front of her like fucking animals!" He motioned between Chibs and Bishop. "You two need to handle your shit right fucking now. Beat the shit out of each other or what have you, but fucking handle it! I'm not having her see any of this! I'm getting her out of here. Call me when you're done!" His eyes wild as he stepped back and jerked the clubhouse door open, slamming it behind him as the chaos erupted.

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The next thing I knew, a hot plate of eggs and bacon was sat in front of me. I snapped to the present and looked around. Tig and I were at a diner just outside of Santo Padre. How I got here was a blur. My brain a jumbled mess from earlier this morning at the clubhouse.

"You with me, doll?"

My stomach growled loudly and I slowly lifted a piece of bacon from the plate. My hand trembling.

"Well, ya got an appetite, so that's a start."

I glanced up at him, his ice blue eyes warily watching me.

I devoured the plate in front of me in silence. My only focus right now on staunching the hunger. I leaned back, placing the fork on the empty plate. The fog began to clear from my mind. My thoughts slowing as I processed this morning's events.

Happy...

My father...

Finally coming clean with everyone...

Bishop...

"He wants nothing to do with me now..." I whispered, staring at the now empty plate. "He wouldn't even look at me.."

Tig sighed, taking a gulp of coffee. "If that's the case, then I'll kill him myself...if Chibs hasn't already." He sat the mug back down. "But, think about it, sweetheart. You just relived your worst nightmare in front of him." He paused, placing his hand on mine as I gripped the side of the table. "He just heard every horror that fucking bastard did to his girl...that you almost died. He needs a beat to process it all. He's angry - not at you, doll-" he countered, seeing the expression on my face. "-none of that was your fault so stop blaming yourself right now." His voice was strained, trying to real his anger in as he pointed at me. He closed his eyes a moment and drew a deep breath in. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Like I said, it was... a lot to hear. We all want our turn with the prick. We're all angry, but none of it is directed at you. Alright?"

I chewed on my lip, going over everything he'd said. Tig was right. I knew he was. But being able to forgive myself after all this time of thinking everything was my own doing, that I deserved it all... was going to take time.

"I just don't want everyone to look at me with pity. I don't want to see that. I can't-"

"Hey...relax, babe. If they do, then just call Uncle Tigger and I'll set them straight." He smirked across the table at me.

I forced a small smile back at him. It didn't reach my eyes, but it was a step forward.

"We missed you so much, baby girl-"

Tig was cut short by his phone ringing. He glanced at the number and grunted as he stood. "Stay here. I'll be right outside."

I nodded, picking up the still steaming cup of coffee in front of me as I watched him walk out to the lot. Surprisingly, no tears had fallen since I'd been with Tig this morning. I'm not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Was I closing off? Becoming numb and compartmentalizing? Or was I finally moving forward and healing?

___

4 months later...

I sat on the rooftop of the clubhouse, the night dark except for the lights from the yard. I'd found this to be my escape when the parties got a little too claustrophobic. My personal vantage point where I could silently observe everyone.

I heard the hatch rattle and soon enough, EZ came to sit next to me.

I took one final drag off my cigarette and shoved the butt into my empty beer bottle, taking the fresh cold one EZ handed me.

"Bishop's looking for you."

I snorted. "He should know where I am by now, E." We clinked bottles "Salud."

He chuckled "He does. He sent me-"

"To come check on me" I finished his sentence, shaking my head. "I love the man, but he can be suffocating at times since..." I trailed off.

It had been 4 months since my worlds collided at the bonfire. Everything tilted after Happy had unexpectedly been at the clubhouse that night. Forcing my dark secrets into the light, resulting in a downward spiral in my head for a few weeks. After my recounting of the abuse and my attempted murder at the hands of Ryan, my father had damn near dragged me from Santo Padre. Bishop and him got into it, each coming away with sore jaws and bruised egos. I'd managed to convince my father to let me stay. I wasn't a child anymore, hadn't been for some time, and we agreed that Charming may not be safe just yet until we knew what or if Ryan would try and do anything. The Mayans were now my family too, and would go to the death for me...and as much as my father hated to admit it, he knew I'd be safest here. At least for a while.

A switch had flipped inside Bishop after that. While he assured me that nothing that had happened to me was my fault, it took a while to shake the thoughts from my head. But Bishop was always there with a comforting presence when my demons would surface.

Bishop was constantly at my side, and when he couldn't be, EZ was tasked as my shadow. I'd hated having a tail at first, but EZ and I quickly developed a sibling type relationship.

EZ sighed. "Yeah, but can you blame him?"

"No, I get it. It just gets too much at times and I need some space is all."

EZ held the bottle up, pausing before taking a drink. "Have you tried telling him that?"

I cocked my head, giving EZ a side glare silently saying 'really?'

He laughed. "Bish isn't the best at being told what to do."

I laughed lightly "Understatement of the decade."

I smiled to myself. As protective and somewhat overbearing as Bishop was at times, it came from a place of deep love, and I was grateful.

EZ and I fell into comfortable silence for a few moments before I took a breath, eyes locked on the small bonfire below. "Will you teach me to fight?"

EZ froze mid sip and lowered his beer as he looked over to me "What?"

I huffed out a breath and faced him. "Teach me to fight...box....spar, whatever you want to call it." I waved the beer bottle.

"No, I heard you. I just... I guess I expected someone would've taught you growing up..."

I looked down at my hands, picking at the label on the bottle "Never had the need.... until I did and I couldn't defend myself. I refuse to let that happen again. No matter what Bishop says or does, he won't be there at all times, and neither will you... I need this, E. Please."

He stared down at the fire for a moment, the flames dancing in his dark eyes before meeting my gaze and giving a small smile. "We'll start tomorrow."

~💀~

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"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Original Characters in this story. I am only using Kurt Sutter's characters from Sons of Anarchy. He created the characters and the show—I am in no way taking any credit for his creations. This story is for entertainment only. Content/Warnings: Violence against both men and women including rape. Summary:

Adelaide Watson is fleeing Tennessee—on the run from her violent past.

When she has a car accident on a lonely road in Charming, California, she has no choice but to walk to town for help. But help comes to her instead. In a very unexpected way.

Chapter 4

Adelaide paused a moment to try and catch her breath before she continued her long trek down the silent, empty road. She heard a vehicle in the distance and glanced behind her. Her breathing quickened as she recognized the same dark van from earlier. Apparently, the men found their dog and were returning from where they'd originally come.

Trying to ignore her pain and dizziness, Adelaide set about walking again, hoping against hope the two men would just pass by and leave her alone.

They frightened her. They looked more than a little rough around the edges with their leather vests and longish hair. The one that spoke to her sounded kind and had an attractive, thick Scottish accent, but…

That's irrelevant, Adelaide told herself. Liam is handsome—a cop for crying out loud! And I should have stayed far away from him. I've learned my lesson—the hard way.

She shuddered as her thoughts returned to the men's van.

They could be hiding several victims, she thought. Or more scary men, for that matter.

Needless to say, the thought didn't calm her nerves the tiniest bit.

Trying to breathe through the nagging pain in her ribs, Adelaide managed to take a few more slow steps before suddenly crumpling to her knees again. Pain surged down her shin as her knee connected with a rock. She was vaguely aware of the sound of an engine revving and tires crunching over clumps of dirt and rocks.

"No," she whispered, fear engulfing her. Her heart-rate sped up as her chest heaved for air. So the men do have plans to attack me! She pulled the small pocket knife from her jeans pocket and flicked it open. I wonder if this is random or if Liam sent them. Trying to manufacture an adrenaline surge, she climbed unsteadily to her feet. "Please, just leave me alone…" she thought aloud, as she resumed her feeble walk. "Just drive past me…"

She had no recollection of stumbling but in the next instant, she was on her knees again and staring at the ground.

A car door slammed and then strong hands suddenly pulled her to her feet.

"Are you okay, lady," a warm, accented voice asked.

You're mine, Laidey…

"NO!"

The scream tore from her throat and she flung her knifed hand out, attempting to stab or maim, but a man's hand caught her wrist and prevented severe injury. Her ribs screamed in protest as she was grabbed and held tightly.

"Let…m-me…go…" she sobbed, glancing up as she felt herself being pushed backward. Liam's face glared down at her fiercely. "God…no…" she whispered. Then his face shifted and changed completely. An older man looked down at her, a mixture of alarm and unease on his handsome face.

The Scotsman from the van, she realized in fear.

A black goatee and mustache speckled with gray adorned the lower half of his face, and he had a scar slashing up each of his cheeks. The man's eyes were so dark they could only be referred to as black—and despite his dark gaze burning into hers, he wore an expression of deep concern.

Gently, but firmly, he nudged her up against the driver's side door of the van and pinned her arms to her sides. In the next instant, the other man inside the van leaned out and clasped his hand over her mouth.

"Easy, lady," the guy said softly. "We're not going to hurt-" He cursed loudly when Adelaide's teeth sunk into the tender flesh of his palm.

She began fighting furiously with the Scotsman in the hopes of an escape. But his solution to her struggle was to press his body firmly against hers so as to stop her squirming. Still trying to fight him, she quickly exhausted herself and slumped against her captor.

"Please…" she sobbed. "Please, don't hurt me…"

To her surprise, she felt the Scotsman's hand tenderly touch her forehead, then her neck.

"She's burning up," he said to his friend who'd emerged from the van holding his injured hand. "Her pulse is racing. And I'm willin' to bet she's hallucinatin'."

Adelaide felt herself fading and slid down the side of the van, till a pair of strong arms held her up.

"She needs a hospital."

"NO," she gasped loudly, as she had a sudden adrenaline rush. She struggled against the man some more. "Please… No hospital… I just… need a hotel… room… some sleep…"

"You need a lot more than that, lass," came the soft, Scottish-twanged reply.

Adelaide felt her arm being draped around the man's neck, and then the sensation of being lifted and cradled against his strong chest.

"Please, don't hurt me," she whispered, and sobbed softly. She grasped at the Scotsman's shirt collar as if to get his full attention. "Please…" Her head grew fuzzier till she had no choice but to let it fall against the man's shoulder.

"We're not gonna hurt ya," the man drawled with his accent. "We're gonna help ya and keep ya safe. Just stay calm, lady."

"No…" she mumbled. A cold shiver racked her slender frame, "Please, don't call… me that…"

"All right. Shhh," came the soothing reply. She felt herself being carried then, "How about tellin' me your name then, lass?"

She was laid down in what she guessed was the inside of the van. "Can I… sleep first? So… sleepy…"

"No, try to stay awake lad—Try to stay awake for me, okay?"

Adelaide was unable to answer as she drifted into a black oblivion.

00000000

Chibs cursed under his breath as he watched the young woman's eyes dim and grow heavier, till they finally closed completely.

"Tig, drive," he ordered urgently, "Get us back to the club house. I have some supplies there. And keep the dog up there with you. I have to see what I can do for the woman."

Wordlessly, Tig climbed behind the wheel and was barreling down the road only seconds later.

Chibs pressed his fingers to the side of the woman's neck and counted her pulse.

One fifty-two, he thought to himself. At the very least. That's not good—at all. Her skin was flushed, dry, and blazing hot—which meant she had a huge fever that was yet to break. "Sunstroke," he murmured to himself as he recalled her long walk from her car. I'd bet money on it.

"What," Tig called from up front.

"I think she's had sunstroke," Chibs called back.

Tig growled a curse and sped up the van, "How do you treat that?"

"Ice-water bath and IV fluids," Chibs replied, "But I may need meds too. When we get there, call Tara. See if she has time to come help me treat a sunstroke victim. In the meantime crank up the A/C full blast."

Tig obediently turned up the air-conditioning as high as it would go. "What was she thinking…walking out in this heat? Why didn't she call 9-1-1 or something?"

"Don't know," Chibs answered, dousing a cloth with a bottle of water and applying it to her scorching forehead. "Not important right now." He heard her whimper softly as the cool cloth touched her scorching head. A shiver racked her slight body.

"She's having chills, Tig, hurry."

Within a couple minutes, Tig pulled the van up to the clubhouse and got out to open the doors for Chibs. As he was leading Daisy to her tie-out, Venus Van Dam, his old lady came running out of the clubhouse.

"Oh, thank goodness you found her," she cried, running up to Tig. "Juice called me and said she ran off!"

"Relax, baby," Tig said, hugging his woman closely. "We got her back. And she helped us save a woman who was in trouble," he reported proudly.

"Oh, my," Venus drawled in her thick Southern accent. She looked over Tig's shoulder to see Chibs climbing out the back of the van. She watched as he tugged a woman's limp frame into his arms, and prepared to carry her inside. "The poor thing," she gasped, placing her hand over her heart. "What happened to her?"

"Long story short—Chibs thinks she has sunstroke."

"Tiggy! Call Tara," Chibs reminded him as he carried the limp woman toward the clubhouse, "I need her—like, ten minutes ago."

"Right," Tig said, and pulled out his cell. "I'm on it, brother."

"I'm going inside to see if there's anything I can do," Venus said, squeezing Tig's arm. She hurried back to the clubhouse to lavish the unconscious woman with her special gift of Southern hospitality.

She entered the clubhouse just ahead of Chibs, and waved her arms in a scatting motion, "Clear a path boys," she said loudly, clapping her hands. "There's a lady in need of medical attention here."

"Whoa," Happy exclaimed when he spotted Chibs carrying the female. "What's this," he asked, lunging forward and holding the door open for him.

"She crashed her car and was trying to walk somewhere. Sunstroke," Chibs explained. "Get the pool table cleared. I need to examine her and see what she needs." He heard Tig reenter the building as he carried the young woman to the pool table and waited while Venus and Juice hurriedly began clearing the table of the balls and cue sticks.

"Tara's on her way, Chibs," he reported. "What else can I do?"

"Grab a pillow for her head," Chibs began to toss orders, getting fully into medic-mode. "And I need ice. LOTS of it—everyone chip in with that. Make ice packs and someone else run a tub of cool water in one of the dorm bathrooms—dump some ice into that too." He cursed lightly then when the woman began convulsing. "Go BUY ice if ya have to boys. I'm gonna need a ton of it."

"I'll go get the bath drawn," Venus announced, once the pool table was cleared off, and hurried back to one of the dorms. Chibs gently deposited the shuddering woman onto the pool table's surface while everyone else went to raid the refrigerators' ice bins for the much needed ice. Bobby grabbed his key to the van and left to go purchase some as well.

Careful not to bump her head against the edging of the table, Chibs situated the woman so he could examine her to the best of his ability. She looked as though she'd already taken a blow or two to the head, judging from her bruises, so he didn't want to make any possible head injury worse.

And I don't think the bruises are from the accident, he thought, eyeing her damaged pale skin. They're not fresh enough. Most of them are at least a couple days old.

Tig returned with a pillow and gently lifted the woman's head so he could place it beneath her. She whimpered softly, but otherwise didn't stir.

"It's okay," Tig told her softly, brushing her hair away from her face. "We're taking care of you."

Chibs had grabbed a blood pressure kit and temporal thermometer and began to check her vitals. A minute later, he released the air valve on the inflation bulb and frowned from the results. He pulled the stethoscope from his ears and glanced at his watch.

"How is she," Tig asked.

"Not good," he replied, taking her pulse again. "Her temperature is 106.7, blood pressure is 216 over 118, and her pulse is so fast I can't count it. I hope Tara gets here soon." He looked at Tig then. "Go get the coat tree and a coat hanger to hang an IV on, okay?"

"You got it," Tig answered, and went to round up the items.

Chibs headed to one of their medical supply closets to get the materials he needed to start an IV and then hurried back to the woman—who was convulsing again. Tig already had the coat tree and hanger set up for him. Chibs quickly hung up the bag and did the necessary checks on the bag and tubing to make sure no air bubbles were present, then began the task of inserting the needle and getting the IV to delivering fluid to the woman. "Hold her in case she starts convulsing again," Chibs ordered. "I have to hit the vein just right."

"I'm here," came Tara's voice from the front of the room. "How bad is she?"

"Bad," both men answered in unison.

"She's had a couple of convulsions," Chibs said, and reported the woman's vital stats to her. "Have you got any meds with you that can help with any of that?"

Tara immediately opened her bag and pulled out some vials of medicine and syringes.

"Phenobarbital should take care of the convulsions," she said, drawing up a dose to inject into the IV. "It'll sedate her enough that she won't suffer through the ice water baths either. For her pulse and heart I'll give her some Inderal and Dobutimine, because if we don't slow that pulse down soon, her heart will fail."

Bobby entered then patted Chibs on the back, "I have a ton of ice in the van, brother. We should have all we need."

"Thank you," Chibs said. "Ya mind helping me dump some into the tub?"

"No, no," Tara interjected. "I might need you." She looked up at Tig. "Could you go help Bobby?"

"Sure thing," Tig replied, and followed Bobby into the dorm to get the ice bath ready.

Tara tried counting the woman's pulse again and looked up at Chibs, "She's definitely bad off. She really needs to be in a hospital, Chibs."

He nodded, "I know. But she refused it. Something happened to her—someone attacked her or was after her. She was scared to death when I mentioned a hospital."

"Well, we'll do the best we can then, and if she gets worse… We'll have to come to a decision," Tara replied, rechecking the woman's temperature. She cursed softly. "Ugh. She hit 107. We've got to get her in ice. Now."

Tig and Bobby reentered the room just as she finished speaking. "It's ready" Bobby announced.

"And we have a ton of ice packs ready when you need them. We stuffed them in the freezers," Happy reported from the kitchen area.

"Great, thank you everyone," Chibs said appreciatively.

Tara glanced up at him again, "Help me undress her, okay? We need to get her down to her underwear. Any excessive clothing will prevent her from cooling properly."

They both began working at pulling the woman free of her shoes, jeans and t-shirt, and then gaped at the sight of her ribs. One whole side had blackened.

"No wonder she seemed in so much pain," Chibs thought out loud.

Both his and Tara's eyes scanned over the woman further, and they noticed more bruising at her inner thighs.

"Oh, God," Tara murmured.

"Mother Mary," Chibs whispered. "Anyone who'd treat a woman like that doesn't deserve to live."

Tara tried to clear her head of what the woman had been through.

"I'll tape up her ribs once she's through with the ice baths and her temperature is stabilized. That's about all I can do for them besides get her some pain meds."

Chibs stooped down and lifted the woman up and then carried her back to the dorm, as Tara followed behind with the makeshift drip stand and IV.

Once he reached the tub of icy water, Chibs instructed Tara to set the IV stand next to the tub. "Support her head, okay," he asked. "I don't want her to bump it on the edge of the tub."

Tara reached forward and held the woman's head till Chibs had her settled into the ice water. The woman didn't even stir.

"That's good," Tara said softly, "She won't be feeling any discomfort right now."

"What about later," Chibs asked, concern creasing his forehead.

"She's going to have some later, yes," Tara clarified. "She'll have to be packed with ice off and on till we see if her temperature is going to stabilize. Also, with her ribs and all that bruising… Well, I can't write her a prescription without knowing her name."

"It's Adelaide Watson," came a soft reply from outside the door.

Tara looked puzzled, and Chibs actually gave a small laugh. "Chucky, get in here. How d'ya know her name?"

Chucky walked into the room sheepishly holding a wallet.

"I was folding her clothes for her, and this fell out of her jeans. Her ID is in there."

Chibs took the wallet and looked for himself, "Well, I'll be… He's right. Adelaide Watson." Chibs gave Tara a dimple-inducing grin. "Can ya write that scrip now, Doc?"

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