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Fun and Responsibility

Description: Jax wants to take his 4year old little sister for a ride on his bike, what could go wrong.

Word count: 2,230

Warnings���️: swearing and general SOA warnings.

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Jax carefully fastens the straps that holds his four-year-old sister, Katherine, against his chest, a small but proud smile playing at the corners of his lips. The other club members snicker and chuckle as they watch the scene unfolding before them.

Jax grins back at them, their laughter only fueling his mischievous nature. He climbs onto his Harley, the engine roaring to life beneath him.

As he revs the engine with a loud rumble, the sound seems to catch the attention of both his mother Gemma and Clay. Gemma comes running over, her eyes wide with horror.

"Jackson Teller, what on earth do you think you're doing!?" she demands, her voice rising in pitch with each word.

Jax grins back at her, the wind whipping through his hair as he prepares to ride off. "Just taking the kid for a ride, Ma. What's the big deal? She'll be fine," he calls back over the noise of the engine.

Meanwhile, Clay joins Gemma's side as he hears the commotion, his face darkened with anger.

"You know damn well what the big deal is, boy. You're not taking our daughter out for a ride," he snaps, his voice sharp and authoritative.

Jax just rolls his eyes, his usual cool demeanor wavering for a moment. "Come on. She'll be fine. I've done this plenty of times before, she loves it. Nothing has ever happened."

"What do you mean you've done this before!?!" Gemma glares

Jax shifts in his seat, trying to keep the bike straight as he faces his mother's anger. "I mean, I've taken her for rides before. It's not a big deal. She loves it," he repeats adamantly, refusing to back down.

"And what if something happens? What if you crash and she gets hurt?" Gemma's voice trembles as she voices her worst fear.

Jax rolls his eyes again, scoffing at her anxieties. "Nothing's gonna happen, Ma. I'm a good driver, I've been riding this bike since I was sixteen, I think I know what I'm doing. And I'd never let anything happen to her. I love her, too, you know," he protests, a hint of defensiveness in his tone.

Clay crosses his arms, eyeing his step son closely. "That's not the point, Jax. You're still young. You're 18 and you're still learning to be responsible."

Jax bristles at Clay's words, his pride wounded. "I am responsible. And I'm not a child anymore. It's just a ride on the bike, not like I'm gonna take her out on the highway or anything," he argues.

"It doesn't matter, Jax. It's not responsible to have a four-year-old strapped to your chest while you ride a motorcycle. It's not safe, period," Gemma bites out, her hands on her hips.

Jax clenches his jaw, his stubborn nature refusing to give in. "She'll be fine, stop being so paranoid."Jax revs and starts to pull off the lot

"Dammit, Jax, don't you dare!" Gemma yells after him, her voice shrill with anger and worry.

Clay moves to stop him, but it's too late. Jax speeds off with Katherine strapped to his chest.The other club members watch as Jax zips away, their grins disappearing as they anticipate the storm that follows.

Meanwhile, Gemma and Clay stand there, their faces pale and stricken. Their only daughter is riding away on a motorcycle with her reckless brother.

The ride is smooth at first, the wind brushing through Jax and Katherine's hair as they gain speed. The freedom of the open road is exhilarating, and Katherine's soft giggles and squeals of delight confirm her enjoyment. Jax grins, feeling proud to be the cool older brother who can give her this experience.

But soon enough, Jax starts to push the limits, weaving in and out of traffic and taking sharper turns than usual.The adrenaline rush is intoxicating, and Jax forgets the consequences, living in the moment. He pushes the bike to its limits, feeling the rush of wind in his face as they speed down the road.

Katherine, strapped to his chest, is blissfully ignorant of the danger, her small hands gripping Jax's arms as she laughs in joy.

They continue their high-speed journey, Jax growing more reckless with each mile. He knows he's pushing his luck, but the thrill is too good to pass up.

Suddenly, a sharp turn approaches, and Jax takes it at a dangerous angle. The bike skids slightly, but he manages to right it before it tips over.

Katherine lets out a frightened squeal, her grip on Jax's arms tightening. Jax's breath catches temporarily as he feels the bike's instability, but he quickly regains control. "It's okay, Kitty. We're okay," he tries to reassure his little sister and himself, his voice shaking just a bit.

Jax knows that was a close call, he slows down and he stops the bike at the side of the road, his hands trembling just slightly as he unstraps Katherine from his chest. He picks her up in his arms, holding her close, feeling a pang of guilt at having put her in danger.

Katherine clings to Jax, her small body trembling slightly from the fear she just experienced. Jax strokes her hair, trying to calm her down.

"I'm so sorry, Kitty. I got carried away," he mutters, his voice apologetic. He looks down at her and sees the fear in her eyes, and it breaks his heart.

"I won't do that again, okay? I promise," he whispers, cradling her gently. What could of happened playing in his head.

Just then, the rumble of other motorcycles fill the air, and Jax looks up to see the rest of the SoA pulling up next to him. Clay and Gemma are among them, their faces etched with anger and concern.

"What the hell were you thinking, son?! You could have gotten her killed!" Clay explodes as soon as he dismounts his bike.

Jax holds Katherine tightly against his chest, her small body trembling. "I... I didn't mean to get carried away. We're both fine, aren't we, Kitty?" he tries to defend himself.

"Don't try to downplay it, Jax. You took that turn way too fast," Tig chimes in, his voice stern but concerned.

Gemma pushes through the group, her eyes on her trembling daughter. "Give her to me. Now Jax," she demands, holding out her arms.

Jax hesitates for a beat. He knows he screwed up, but the thought of losing his little sister's trust and love is even more painful. Reluctantly, he hands Katherine over to his mother.

As Gemma takes her daughter into her arms, Clay gets into Jax's face, his expression hard as stone. "You're damn lucky she's okay. But you've pushed it too far this time, boy."

Jax grits his teeth, his pride wounded. "It was one mistake, okay? I got carried away. I didn't mean to scare her," he retorts stubbornly.

Clay's eyes narrow, anger and disappointment mixing in his gaze. "That's the problem, Jax. You never mean to. But you're careless and reckless, and it's gonna land you in trouble someday... or worse."

Jax's jaw tightens, the words hitting him hard. He's grown up in the Sons of Anarchy, surrounded by chaos and danger, and he's always thought he was invincible.

"This isn't a goddamn therapy session, Clay. I get it, I messed up. I'm sorry. It won't happen again," he snaps, his voice sharp and defensive.

Clay stands his ground, not backing down. "You're damn right it won't happen again. Because from now on, you're off the bike until you prove you can be responsible enough to handle it. And that includes taking your sister on joyrides."

Jax's eyes widen in shock and anger. "You... you can't do that. You know how much the bike means to me." he protests, his voice rising.

Clay crosses his arms, his expression still stern. "I can, and I am. You wanna act like a reckless kid, I'll treat you like one. The bike stays off-limits until you learn to respect and control yourself."

Anger and disbelief flare in Jax's eyes. The thought of being separated from his bike, his only freedom and escape, is almost unbearable.

"You can't do this, man. You're grounding me for one mistake? That's bullshit, and you know it," he protests vehemently.

"It's not about a mistake, Jax. It's about your attitude and your lack of maturity and responsibility. You put your sister's life at risk, and that's unacceptable. Until you learn to control yourself, your bike stays in the garage, Tig will go back to TM bring the truck round," Clay's voice is firm, not leaving any room for argument.

Jax's anger and frustration boil over. He feels betrayed, being held responsible for something he feels wasn't entirely his fault. "This is bullshit. You're taking away the one thing that matters to me. What am I supposed to do now? Sit around and twiddle my thumbs?"

Clay doesn't waver, his gaze unwavering. "That's exactly what you're gonna do. You're gonna sit, you're gonna think about what you did, and you're gonna learn some damn restraint and responsibility. You're 18 years old, and it's time you start acting like it."

Chibs steps forward, resting a hand on Jax's shoulder. "Come on, lad. This is for your own good."

Jax angrily shoves off Chibs's hand, his eyes ablaze with frustration and resentment. "For my own good? You've gotta be kidding me. You're all just using this as an excuse to keep me under your control. Well, newsflash, I'm not a goddamn kid anymore. I can handle myself."

"Look at your sister!, Jax look what you did..what you COULD have done..and tell me again how you are a responsible person" Clay shouts

Jax looks at Katherine, her small, shaking form still clutched in Gemma's arms. The fear in her eyes cuts through him like a knife. Guilt and remorse wash over him as he's forced to face the consequences of his actions.

He takes a deep breath, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I... shit...im sorry i wasnt thinking i just wanted her to have some fun."

Clay's expression softens a fraction, seeing the remorse in Jax's eyes. "Fun is fine, but not at the expense of someone's safety. You need to understand that."

Piney steps forward, his voice calmer than the rest. "We're not trying to keep you under control, Jax. We're trying to look out for you and your sister."

Jax clenches his jaw, the fight in him slowly ebbing away. Deep down, he knows they're right, but his pride and anger make it hard to accept.

He runs a hand through his hair, his eyes flickering towards his sister, who's starting to calm down in Gemma's arms. "Yeah, I get it. I messed up."

"Now go give your sister a hug while you sit and wait for the truck...you will strap your own bike on...you will drive the truck back home and you will put it in the garage where it will stay until you prove you deserve to ride it again" Bobby adds

Jax feels like a scolded puppy, his pride wounded. But he swallows his ego and walks over to Gemma, who still holds Katherine.

He gently takes his sister into his arms, holding her close. "I'm sorry, Kitty. I was an idiot, and I promise I'll do better from now on," he whispers, his voice genuine.

He then looks at the other members of the Sons, his gaze filled with resignation. "I'll drive the truck back... and I'll keep the bike in the garage."

The Sons nodded, a mixture of relief and acceptance on their faces. They knew it wasn't easy for Jax to take responsibility, and seeing him do so showed maturity.

Clay pats Jax on the back, his expression softer now. "You better damn well keep your promise."

Jax looks at Clay, his expression a mixture of guilt, regret, and determination. "I will. Trust me."

He turns to the rest of the group, his eyes lingering on Tig. "Can we just get this damn truck now? I want to get her home."

Tig nods, his usual smirk replaced with a hint of concern. "Yeah, I'll go back now and grab it."

He heads off, leaving Jax standing there with the rest of the Sons and Gemma. An awkward silence hangs over them for a moment, the tension and anger slowly dissipating.

"Jaxie...bike bad?" Katherine says looking up at her brother. Jax looks down at his sister, her innocent question cutting through the tension. He feels a pang of guilt and remorse for what he's put her through.

He forces a small smile, his voice soft. "No, Kitty. Bike's not bad. I was bad, riding it too fast. But I won't do it again, okay?"

Katherine nods, seemingly appeased for now. Jax holds her close, his arms tight around her. He feels the need to protect her, to make amends for his mistake.

Clay and Gemma share a look, a silent conversation passing between them. Clay then turns to Jax, his voice firm but softer now. "We'll leave you to get her home. But remember, son. That bike stays in the garage, no exceptions."

Jax nods, his expression solemn. "Understood." He knew well enough that challenging Clay wasn’t going to change a goddamn thing.

He holds Katherine a little tighter, her small body pressed into his chest. "Let's get you home, Kitty."

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[epinebleue]

i can fix him (no really i can) (m) (chibs telford) | 03

“You’re not stupid, Eloise, just a whore.” Ellie looked into her mother’s eyes, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. A shiver ran down Gemma’s spine. It had been so long since seeing her reflection in her youngest child that she had forgotten how much she hated it. “Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

pairing: filip “chibs” telford x eloise “ellie” teller (original female character)

genre: angst, fluff, mature.

chapter’s warnings: cursing, gemma being a bitch (what’s new), chibs (43) and ellie (24) having a moment...

author’s note: are we ready for the spice in the next chapter or what?

tag list: @daphnen21

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Charming, 2008

Looking back, perhaps Eloise had been naïve to think she would never set foot in Charming again.

That vow had been made by a stubborn teenager, adamant to forget her last name and what it meant to carry it. For a while, she had kept the promise, and with the passing of years Charming became a fading memory of a time marked by heartbreak and sorrow.

But the phone had rung in the middle of the night, and a voice Ellie knew all too well traveled through the speaker. She could barely understand a word, the person on the line weeping and drunk. He was slurring his words, but she understood him nevertheless.

Wendy, overdosed, baby, prematurely.

Jax had asked to go back, and as much as she hated the world she had been born into, she would never abandon her big brother in times like that.

She couldn’t travel on the very same day, Ellie explained, as she had a life she would’ve to put on hold. She promised, and Jax believed her, that she would catch a flight as soon as she had everything figured out.

And just like that, Ellie found herself once again in the familiar streets of the town that had watched her grow up.

Charming had barely changed: the small shops her family frequented were still there, even the little barber shop her father was a loyal customer of. Ellie could still remember the smell of shaving cream and tobacco…

The knot in her throat tightened as the cab passed the repair shop with the sign “Teller-Morrow”. It was crazy to think she had given it the middle finger from the bus that would drive her off to a new life almost six years ago.

It wasn’t until Ellie saw the entrance of her childhood home that she struggled to breathe.

The exterior had been painted green and the steps had been fixed. Other than that, everything looked the same.

A boy with bright, blonde hair stepped out of the house and ran in her direction as she stepped out of the cab. The next thing she knew, Ellie was being crushed in her brother’s arms. She giggled, patting Jax’s patched back, the leather hot against her palm.

“You’re choking me, idiot.”

Jax didn’t let go. Neither did she. Maybe they hadn’t known how much they needed that hug right until then.

“Thank you.”

Ellie smiled fondly at her brother’s muttered words, which brought tears to her eyes.

Everyone thought her problems had been solved the moment she abandoned Charming, but she was still a young girl away from home, afraid of having taken the worst decision of her life as she tried to fall asleep in the most sketchy motel room she had ever seen.

She still needed her older brother and her mother. She even missed Clay, his frown, and even his authoritative tone.

She used to get in booths, hesitant. If she rang home, would they answer? If she asked for help, would they show up? She ended up hanging up the phone every time. The moment she heard Jax’s voice, she would beg him to pick her up.

Remember why you’ve done this in the first place, Ellie would tell herself, you’re better on your own, you’ve always been.

“Always.”

Jax helped Ellie unload her luggage from the taxi and, side by side, they carried the suitcases to the house.

“There she is.” The sole sound of his voice brought tears to Ellie’s eyes. There was Piney, sitting in a chair, his oxygen bottle right beside him. “My little princess Charming.”

The old man got up with a grunt, opening his arms big, and Ellie allowed herself to be engulfed by them. All of a sudden, she was twelve again and spitting venom against her mother and Clay, crying on the shoulder of the man she truly thought of as a father figure after the loss of her own.

“I’ve missed you.” Ellie said, her voice cracking. “So much…”

So many emotions in such a short period and jet lag wasn’t a good combination.

Clay got up from the armchair at the back of the room and locked eyes with her. Ellie wouldn’t be honest if she said she hadn’t dreamt of that moment a million times.

“You’re big.” He said, a strange spark in his eyes. Ellie swore she could see pride behind them. “And beautiful.”

“Thank you, Clay.”

For the first time in years, she stood in front of him as an equal. She wasn’t a rebellious teenager and he wasn’t an iron-fist stepfather anymore, just two adults with a history.

Ellie was an independent, grown woman who had made it.

And so, when Clay smiled at her, Ellie took it like a white flag waving in the air.

Gemma hadn’t changed a lot in six years. 

Her mother’s hair was pitch black and long when she left. It was shorter now, with yellowish-blonde stripes from the middle to the tips.

She observed Gemma from the door frame. It hurt that, after all those years, she had to be the one to come to her mother and not the other way around, like it should be.

But that was Gemma, after all.

“I arrived, mom.”

The woman finished stirring whatever was in the pot and covered it with a lid. Then, she turned around.

The last time Ellie had stared at those eyes, she was screaming she would leave town and never come back. Jax had told her to not be stupid, because where would she go at seventeen with no money? Gemma, on the other side, hadn’t said a word. She just stared at Eloise, her only daughter, as if she were just an annoying little girl throwing yet another tantrum.

“I heard you in the living room.” Gemma smirked and put one of her hands on her hip. “I thought I’d never see you again. What happened?”

Ellie frowned at her question, unable to process how soon her mother had launched an attack.

“Jax told me he needed me.” Only when her nails dug into the palms of her hands did she realize that they were clenched in a fist. Ellie quickly tried to calm herself down, inhaling and exhaling. “That’s what happened.”

“I guess you finally understand what it means to be loyal to your family.”

Ellie scoffed, narrowing her eyes.

“I find it hard to believe that you, out of all people, know what the word loyal means, mom.”

For a second, Ellie could see the shock in Gemma’s face. The woman nodded slowly, taking in her daughter’s words.

“You haven’t changed at all, have you?”

“I have.” Ellie straightened her back like she used to do when younger, ready to turn around and leave. “Your head is just too far up your ass for you to notice.”

Gemma was a terrible mom but an excellent cook.

Ellie sat beside Jax with a full stomach and a full heart. It was weird, being surrounded by her family again, especially when she thought that the friends she had made along the way would be the only family she knew from then on.

The rest of the club had appeared soon after she had arrived, carrying colorful balloons and “welcome home” signs.

And amid all the familiar faces, Chibs stood out.

He had hugged her, like everybody else. He had told her he was happy to see her, like everybody else.

Yet another proof that everything Ellie thought he felt for her years ago was a mere delusion fed by her teenage mind.

“Are you tired?” Jax leaned in to whisper when he saw her yawn.

“A bit.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take you to my place early.”

“Uhm, actually… I’m staying in a hotel.” Ellie hugged herself, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. “I’ve rented a room.”

Jax frowned at her. Ellie wondered if he was surprised or hurt.

“I thought the plan was to stay with me, at my house.”

“I’m just here to visit, Jax. I don’t want to interfere with your daily life.”

“Don’t worry, Jax.” Gemma said from across the table, holding her glass of wine close to her lips. She let out an obnoxious laugh. “We’re used to being frozen out.”

Ellie burst before she could even register what she was saying.

“Wow, you can’t keep anything to yourself, can you?”

“Drop it, you two.” Clay intervened, knowing exactly where the situation would go if he let it be dragged further. “It’s okay, Ellie. I can drive you later.”

The table fell silent. Ellie couldn’t believe she had just snapped like that again when she had been less than twenty-four hours around her mother. She thought she would be able to control her temper better than that. Had those expensive therapy sessions been completely useless?

“Dessert, anybody?”

Of course she would sweep anything under the rug like nothing happened, Ellie thought. The guests roared, accepting the treat, and a new conversation sparked among the club members.

Ellie took advantage of it to grab the pack of cigarettes and lighter from her purse, slipping away to the front garden.

The sun was setting, turning the world orange, and a gentle breeze was starting to spring up when Ellie lit up a cigarette. The door behind her opened and she turned around, startled by the noise, only to see Chibs walking down the steps and towards her.

In silence, he stood by her side and lit up his cigarette. Ellie let out a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“How come every time I’m upset you’re the first one to come to me?”

Ellie observed Chibs from the corner of her eye. Chibs took a drag of his cigarette, a smoke cloud billowing out his mouth like a freight train through a small town.

“Guess some things never change, right, lass?” Chibs muttered, his thick accent coming through, as always.

“No, they don’t.” Ellie sighed, her eyes lost on the horizon, where the sun was beginning to give way to darkness. “Especially not in Charming.”

The shorter hair, the gray hairs beginning to show, and the beard seemed to add weight to his face. However, he looked as good as she remembered, as if time had turned him into a more attractive version just to torture her.

“We have a conversation pending.” Chibs suddenly said, his deep voice cutting through the air.

Ellie froze in place, horrified. If there was something she wanted to forget, it was that moment. The shame of that day had been too big to face it again.

“Oh…” She said, letting out the smoke slowly, trying to control her breathing. “I thought you wouldn’t remember.”

“When a young girl kisses you, runs away and disappears for six years… you don’t forget it, believe me.”

Chibs’ eyes were fixed on Ellie, a mix of nostalgia and something else she couldn’t quite decipher behind them.

Ellie looked down, playing with the cig between her fingers. Her stomach hurt and she had the urge to throw up.

“It was stupid of me to do what I did.” She muttered, unable to utter the word kiss. “I was upset.”

Chibs observed her for a while in silence, as if measuring his words. “Was that all?”

Ellie felt the air tighten in her chest. She thought she had finally learned not to wish for the impossible. But she couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more behind his question.

“Should there be more?”

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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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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

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hi I'm 33 female writer looking for any 18+ writing partners for discord for the Sons Of Anarchy and Charlie Hunnam fandom. I only double up for roleplay.

I am looking for a Jax Teller or Opie Winston to rp against my OC. Other ships I will roleplay for you.

Jax Teller x OC

Opie Winston x OC

Opie x Lyla

Clay x OC

Gemma x OC

Jax x Wendy

Chibs x OC

Juice x OC

Dr. Alan Mcmichael (Crimson Peak) x OC

William Miller (Triple Frontier) x OC

Stanley Kaminski (Jungleland) x OC

Ray (The Gentlemen) x OC

Shantaram (Lin Ford) x OC

Raleigh (Pacific Rim) x OC

Nicholas Nickleby x OC

I'm in the EST time zone. We can talk about reply length and how often to reply upon discussion.

If interested and serious just like this or comment on this post and I'll reach out to you.

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[samcrosfaith]

A LITTLE LOST 𝟬𝟮| 𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙣𝙚𝙬𝙨

Happy Lowman x fem!oc

You can find the introduction chapter and chapter one here, just click on it. You can also find them, and all the future chapters, in my masterlist {pinned post!}

Let me know if you wanna be tagged in future chapters!

a/n; I promise Happy will finally appear in the next chapter. I just had to get this story started in a somewhat logical way. I hope you enjoy! 🤎

word count; 2900

IT WAS TWO DAYS LATER, two days after Juice and Jax made a horrifying discovery, when four speechless men stood across the street from the burger restaurant, shock and fascination etched into their faces.

"Shit man, that's creepyᅳ and it takes a lot to freak me out", Tig spoke first, his hands prepped on his hips, eyes covered by dark sunglasses. "Death seems prettier than everᅳI'd definitely tap that."

"What the hell, man?" Jax' face twisted in disgust, he snapped his head to the side to glare at Tig. "It's still Hap's Old Lady, have some respect."

"Did he ever have respect?" Juice asked from the left, a sigh leaving his lips. But for a brief moment the slightest grin crossed his features. "I don't think he knows the word respect when there's someone with two legs and a hole he could use."

"Hey, we don't talk about women like that." Tig smacked the back of Juice' head, shaking his head as if he hadn't started it. "Have some respect."

"Boys, enough", Chibs' thick Scottish accent interrupted the little teasing game, earning a grateful look from Jax as his serious gaze landed on the three men. "What d' we do now? Go inside and talk t' her? Juicy? Did ye' check her records?"

"I did", the Puerto Rican nodded, not exactly enthusiastically as he tilted his head to the side. "No one by the name of Josephine Lowman works hereᅳ but a Josephine O'Connell."

"That's her maiden name", Jax thought aloud, rubbing a hand down his face as he let out a deep sigh. "What the hell is this? She was declared dead. Hell, Happy saw her, checked for himself because he didn't believe the doctors."

"Since she's officially declared dead, tha' explains why she uses her maiden name", Chibs also thought out loud, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared thoughtfully through the large window into the burger restaurant, still fascinated by watching someone who was actually dead. "We need t' find out how that's possible, what really happened t' Josy."

"How? We can't just ask her", Juice stated matter-of-factly, uncertainty flashing in his brown eyes. All he wanted was to talk to Josy, to hug his very much alive best friend, to tell her how glad he was that she was still here. "Besides, I can't believe she would ever do this to Happy; letting him suffer and allᅳ that's not like her at all."

"Well, she didn't recognize me, which means she must've suffered some kind of memory loss", which was the only logical explanation in Jax' eyes.

"Or she just faked her death", Tig said dryly as he took off his sunglasses, shrugging his shoulders. "We're going in there now and talk to her."

"Tig!" Jax called after the man, but the man with the black curls was too determined and already halfway across the street, which gave the others no choice and practically forced them to follow him, which all three did with a shake of their heads.

The bell above the door rang as the four bikers entered the restaurant and attracted different glances. Glances that they had long been used to. They looked around carefully until Josy finally appeared, with a sweet smile on her lips that everyone could still remember.

"I know why Hap fell in love with her", said Chibs, without sounding creepy in any way. It was no secret how beautiful Josy was.

"Yeah, she really was a jackpot", Juice agreed wistfully, clearing his throat as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "Or still is..apparently."

It was so strange to see the young woman alive, and yet it was a huge relief, a shock in a good way.

As the four men stood in the middle of the restaurant, still considering how exactly they should address Josy, she was already heading towards the small group, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Can I help you?", she asked, polite as always. "If you're looking for a table, I can offer you one over there", she added, spinning around to point to the free table.

"You can help us, darlin'", Jax began, trying his best to hide his fascination as he spoke to the redhead. "Can you give us five minutes of your time? We have a few questions."

"Uh..Iᅳ I'm working right now." The redhead clutched the menu card to her chest, swallowing nervously. Why did four bikers want to talk to her? "Maybe our manager can help?"

"No, we need t' talk to ye', lass." Chibs stepped forward and placed a reassuring hand on Josy's shoulder, but removed it quickly when the young woman tensed up. "Sorry, sweetheart", he apologized sincerely. "We just have t' figure somethin' out, ye' know? It won't take more than five minutes."

"We really don't want to cause any trouble, we just want to talk." Juice sent a warm smile in Josy's direction, also stepping a little closer. "Would you give us a moment?"

Somehow the redhead managed to relax at the younger man's smile but she didn't know why. But what she did know was that she should be much more intimidated, much more worried, about the fact that four men from a biker club wanted to talk to her.

Were they old clients from her dad? Maybe they had hired him as lawyer and her father managed to piss them off somehowᅳ which wouldn't be the first time Arthur had angered someone to the point they were seeking for some kind of revenge.

But if there was one thing Josy wasn't, it was judgmental. Her sweet nature, her kindness, would probably, hopefully, always stay a part of her.

"Okay", she said finally, exhaling loudly. Apparently it really did seem important and her curiosity was piqued. "Five minutes, that's all I can do."

"Thanks, lass", Chibs nodded sincerely, as did the other three men. "Maybe we should sit down for tha', I think tha' would be better for all of us."

As if everything wasn't confusing enough already, an uneasy feeling was now brewing in the pit of her stomachᅳ a strange feeling that she couldn't quite shake off.

Josy, her beautiful freckle-covered face framed by her ginger strands, nodded slightly before leading the small group to the free table in a quiet corner and waited until everyone had slid into the booth to take a seat.

Pulling a chair from another table, she placed it in front of the table and slowly plopped down onto it, asking her colleague, who had just scurried past with a slightly confused look, to take over her tasks for a moment.

"Are you okay?", asked the brunette, her voice lowered as she placed a protective hand on Josy's shoulder.

"She's fine, doll", Tig winked with his typical smirk while his eyes checked out the beautiful woman. "I'd feel even better if you sat down too."

"Tig", Jax warned, glaring at the man once again. "Not now."

"Creep", the brunette scoffed; in contrast to Josy, she had a quick tongue.

Clearly amused, Tig raised his hands in the air. "I'm sorry, doll, sometimes I can't keep my mouth shut when I see a pretty face."

"Oh my God, here we go", Juice muttered under his breath, only able to shake his head at Tig's boldness.

"That's enough", Chibs grumbled, a certain vibration in his voice as he saw how uncomfortable and uncertain Josy's expression suddenly seemed. "I'm sorry, lass. My friend here can't control himself sometimes."

"It's okay", the redhead murmured before giving her colleague and friend a reassuring look. "I'm okay, thanks Summer."

"Good." The brunette shot the men a warning look, each and every one of themᅳ although she sheepishly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear at the Puerto Rican, who gave her an apologetic smile before her features turned hard again and she was pointing a scolding finger at them. "Keep your hands to yourself, all of you!"

Josy watched her friend with a small smile, grateful for her boldness, before she looked back at the men. "What could four bikers want from me? How about one of you finally gives me an explanation?"

"Nothing would please me more, darlin'," Jax winked as he shot her his signature smile, his broad shoulders sinking against the orange cushion of the seat. "Your name is Josephine, right?"

"You know my name?" Swallowing the forming lump in her throat, Josy shifted nervously in her seat. "How? I don't know any of you."

"Yes, yes ye' do, lass", Chibs explained with a sigh, his tone calm and reserved. Freaking her out even more wasn't what he wanted. "We know how absurd that sounds, and we'll understand if ye' throw us out in a minute, but give us a chance t' explain everythin', aye?"

"This is getting really weird, I hope you know that", the young woman uttered as she crossed her arms. "What do you want from me?"

"You died a little over one and a half year ago. At least that's what we thought." Tig dropped the bomb before they could make the woman any more nervous, empathy in his tone as he spoke. "And you were married to one of our brothersᅳ that's why we're here."

"I know this sounds crazy", Jax said immediately, his hands resting on the surface of the white table as a frown took over his face. "But it's the truth. At least if you're Josephine O'Connell, born in Roseville on October 10th, 1984. Is that right?"

Josy's lips opened and closed so many times that she would probably get a jaw cramp later, but not once did she utter a word. Instead, an almost hysterical-sounding chuckle slipped past her lips, a sea of emotion pooling in her eyes.

"And you are the mother of a one-year-old girl", Juice explained calmly, sympathy in both his voice and his eyes as he could see the deep shock cross Josy's face. "Well, she's one and a half now, looks just like you. Same red hair and all", he added with a beaming smile. "Her name's Esmee."

"Stop..please..", Josy whispered, sheer horror in her eyes as she listened to the words they were saying. "This has to be a bad joke. A sick, fucked up joke."

Suddenly her chest felt tight, as if someone was squeezing it. Her heart was beating so hard against her ribcage that she could feel it in her throat while the blood rushed through her veins faster than ever before, sending a feeling of dizziness to her head.

"We wish it was just a bad joke, believe me." Jax leaned over the table a little as he was the one sitting closest to Josy. The redhead looked as if she was about to pass out, so Jax put a strong hand against her arm just in case. "Are you okay? Is there anything we can do?"

Her head snapped up, astonished and partly speechless, she stared at the blonde man. "You wanna know if I'm okay?"

The hysterical laughter that sounded from the back of her throat sent a chill down the guys' spines. "You didn't seriously just ask me that, did you?"

"Josy", Juice began, trying to grab Josy's hand from the other side of the table as the redhead's breath faltered and she slowly began to hyperventilate. But the girl pulled her hand back in fright, a film of tears now covering her eyes, shattering Juice' heart. "You have to believe us, please. We may do a lot of questionable things, but joking about things like thatᅳ that's not our style."

"Then why the hell am I here if I should be dead, huh?!", she choked out, her splayed fingers pressed against her chest as she tried to take deep breaths. "I would know if I was married and had a child! What kind of mother would forget about her own child?"

"Normally people don't, that's right", Jax noted with a sigh, feeling bad for the woman who seemed absolutely frightened and desperate. "You had an accident when you were pregnantᅳ you died, the baby, Esmee, was saved."

"Someone must've played us really good, after all you're sitting in front of us, no idea who we are", Tig continued as he leaned forward a little, his arms crossed on the table as his piercing blue eyes searched for Josy's. "And your husband is losing it the more time passes without you by his side."

"I can'tᅳ I can't believe this." The first tears rolled down her pale cheeks, which she quickly wiped away with her palms before shaking her head frantically and shooting up from her seat. Smoothing her apron, she exhaled shakily. "I had an accident, yes. And yes, I've been suffering from anterograde amnesia since it happened", she explained, the words practically bubbling out of her. "But this..", another hysterical laugh fell over her lips. "This is absolutely crazy."

"Who told ye' all of tha', lass? Who was there after you woke up?", Chibs asked urgently as he also stood up without getting too close to the redhead. She was already upset and frightened enough, almost seeming like a little deer without a mother. "Can ye' at least remember what happened after the accident?"

"My family, who else?" All of this was too much for her, her brain no longer able to process all the information that she didn't even know if it was true. "I'm sorry, Iᅳ I can't do this."

"Josy, please!" Jax was the first to grab Josy's arm, causing the young woman to defend herself and yank her arm out of his grasp before stumbling two steps backwards, which caught the attention of the other employees and guests.

"Don't touch me", the redhead snarled, which wasn't normally her style. But at the moment she was so overwhelmed that all she wanted to do was to run away. "Leave me alone, all of you. I don't know what kind of sick game this is, but play it with someone else!"

"You heard her", the brunette from before intervened after she had immediately rushed over to her clearly upset friend, her gaze stern and warning. "You better leave now before I get the managerᅳ or before I call the police."

"Alright." Jax threw his hands in the air with a sigh while Chibs scribbled something down on a napkin. "Come on guys, let's go."

There was no point in staying here. In hindsight, someone would actually call the cops and they didn't need that at the moment. After fourteen months inside, a police station was the last place they wanted to see right now. Maybe they would try again in a few days, outside the restaurant.

"It was nice to see you again though", Jax added sincerely, wistfulness in his blue eyes before he shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded the guys over.

"If ye' change yer' mind", Chibs shoved the napkin into the small pocket on Josy's apron, an almost fatherly smile grazing his lips. "That's the address of our clubhouseᅳ ye' can visit us there anytime."

Josy's body stiffened, the muscles under her skin slowly began to burn from all the tension. Still, she didn't miss how calm she became when the man with the scars on his face shot her that smile. It felt familiar, but she couldn't remember ever having seen the man before.

"We'd love to hear from you." Juice was also back on his feet by now, suppressing the urge to hug his best friend with all his might. Still, he gently bumped her shoulder with his as he walked past her, smiling at her. "It's a relief to know that you're alive."

Tig was the last to walk past the women, giving Josy a warm smile before winking at the brunette, Summer. "You can join her if your friend decides to come by."

"Jesus, you're not giving up, huh?" Slightly annoyed, the brunette rolled her eyes, comfortingly rubbing her friend's arm as she watched the four men reluctantly leave the restaurant. "What a bunch of freaks."

The guests forgot about the incident quicker than expected and went back to their food while business continued as normal. Summer, on the other hand, led Josy into one of the back rooms so her friend could have a quiet moment.

"Do you need something?", asked Summer, concern evident in her tone as Josy slowly sank into a chair. "Want me to call Debbie?"

"No, please don't", Josy answered quickly, not in the mood to have to explain all of this to her sister right now. "I'm okay, Summer. You can go back to work."

The brunette raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, thank you", Josy assured with a weak smile and a nod, watching her colleague leave the room with a shrug and a sigh.

Only then did Josy reach for the napkin in her apron and stare thoughtfully at the address. Maybe she should look into it. If there was any chance that there was any truth behind what the men had said, then she wanted to know. Above all, she wanted to know why her father and sister, who supposedly only wanted the best for her, had lied to her.

Maybe, just maybe, she would take a little trip to Charming this weekend.

[juancarlos-ortiz]

Juancarlos-ortiz Masterlist

Series

Marked for Carnage - Juice Ortiz x OC

Oneshots

Haunted - Juice Ortiz x Reader

Denial - Juice Ortiz x Reader

Nonsense - Juice Ortiz x Reader

Safe - Juice Ortiz x Reader (Daughter!Reader x Dad!Happy Lowman)

Harder - Chibs Telford x Reader

Distraction - Happy Lowman x Reader (NSFW 18+)

Espresso - Happy Lowman x Reader (NSFW 18+)

[garbinge]

Drunken Night

Jax Teller & Teller!SisterOC Joanne ‘Jo’ Teller (a little Chibs cameo too) 30 Day Fic Challenge (19/30)

Word Count: 2.4k A/N: Another slice of life fic for Joanne Teller outside of my multi-chap Charming life but as usual I'll still be using that tag list :)

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Drunkenness, drug use, drug selling, pining, hungover, alcoholism in a way.

Charming Life Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ @livingdeadblondequeen​ @justreblogginfics @chloe-skywalker @kmc1989

When Jax’s phone rang, he knew answering it was going to piss off pretty much everyone around him, but when he saw Jo’s name with the time in the top left corner, he walked away immediately and answered. 

“Hey, what’s up?” He could practically hear the scoffs clear as day of the men who ranked a lot higher than him burning their glares into his kutte as he walked away. They were likely getting more mad as they stared at the fresh rocker that was sewed into the back of his kutte, since he and Opie just finished their prospecting period. 

All Jax could hear on the other line was loud music, yelling, and then he heard Jo’s voice. “Jax?” It was extremely slurred, and very faint, like it wasn’t her who was on the phone. “You called Jax?!” And that remark confirmed it. 

“Hey Jax,” One of the voices Jax knew as Jo’s close friend was calmly speaking into the phone despite the chaos going on in the background. 

“Mare?” He asked, confused. “Where’s Jo?”

“Well um, currently? She’s making her way to the coffee table–oh no, she cut across to the keg to do a keg stand. She’s drunk, Jax. She won’t listen to me, I didn’t know who else to call.” 

“Shiiiit.” Jax was laughing slightly. “C’mon Mare, give her a slide of bread to soak up the beer and a cigarette outside and you’ll be able to push her into a car and drop her in the plants on the side of my moms. She’ll find her in the morning.” Jax was laughing at his own joke. 

“Jax,” She was cut off by a lot of noise which made Jax frown. “It’s bad Jax, I think it’s more than just alcohol, she was upset before, I don’t know. But I need help. We’re at Laney’s house.” 

“Alright, yea I’m on my way.” Now he was more concerned, the idea of his older, definitely more responsible than him, being on drugs, and being taken advantage of at a party was off-putting. 

“I gotta go.” He spoke up to the group as he walked back putting the cell back into his pocket. 

Some of them groaned, some laughed, most were pissed. 

“Nah, man.” Tig shook his head with a smirk. 

“You’re not going anywhere, son. We’re on a run, we need you.” Clay’s tone of voice left little to be argued with, but that didn’t bother Jax. 

“It’s Jo.” Jax knew those words were the magic ones. 

Clay’s eyes closed in frustration and he brought his hand up to his head like a headache was forming. “Can’t you call Gem?” This time his voice left much to be argued with and was drowning in desperation. 

“You wanna call mom at 1:30 in the morning to go to pick up a completely smashed Joanne?” Jax’s eyebrows raised. 

The rest of the crew looked at each other knowing none of them would have wanted to deal with that or the aftermath of it. 

“I can ride with him.” Opie spoke up, his hands resting across his chest. 

“Nah, bro. I’m good.” Jax shook his head, knowing the likely reason Jo was like this right now was because of Opie. 

“You gotta bring someone with you, it’s 1:30, you ain’t goin’ alone.” Clay pointed, his anger coming back out. 

“Chibs.” Jax nodded to the man before looking at Opie who looked wildly confused. “It’s better not to have both our bright white brand new rockers driving through Mayan territory to get back home at 1:30, bro.” Jax scrunched his face up. 

“Let’s go, Jackie boy.” Chibs slapped his shoulder as he walked towards the bikes. 

“Take the tow, she’s probably not in the best riding shape.” Clay spoke annoyed. “We’ll load your bikes up in the van.” 

The ride was quick, they made a 40 minute ride back to Charming, 20 minutes, without incident. Both of them stepped out of the truck as they stared at what was clearly a large house party still unfolding in the house. 

“Alright, I’m gonna go in and find her, you stay out here, only come in if things get rowdy.” He turned to Chibs who was grinning and pointing to the house. 

“Seems a bit rowdy already, lad.” 

Jax smirked and waved him off as he jogged up the driveway. The door was open but it was still tough to squeeze through the crowd. He dodged spilling drinks, annoying drunk people, and ashes of cigarettes being discarded until he spotted his sister, face down in the sink throwing up. 

“Jo.” He said as he pushed through the people now to make his way over to his sister. 

“I’m fine.” She pushed Jax’s arms off her the minute they touched her. 

“You’re clearly not fine.” 

“Here, I got her a water bottle.” Mare, Jo’s friend, appeared on the other side and handed Jax the water bottle. “She’s been like this for the last 10 minutes.” 

“Thanks, I got it from here.” Jax was shaking his head as Jo rolled her eyes clearly at the both of them. “C’mon, I’m gonna take you home.” 

Jo wasn’t in a place to argue anymore, the spinning was taking over and she was wishing she was back home. 

“Gemma’s gonna kill me.” Jo mumbled as she tried to balance herself against the counter. 

“Gonna bring you to my apartment at the clubhouse, I’ll tell her you were hangin’ with Wendy or some shit.” 

“She won’t believe that, she knows I got into it with your girlfriend last week.” 

Jax recalled their little argument last week that happened in front of everyone, Jo grilling her about something with her current boyfriend Micky that turned heated. Just as Jax thought about his sister’s boyfriend, he was in the room, like he spoke him to existence. 

As Jax closed his eyes in frustration, he mumbled under his breath. “Yea, not the biggest fan of yours either. C’mon, Jo.” He moved so that his sister was tucked under his arm and started leading her out of the party. 

She was mumbling a lot of nonsense, Jax not only chose to ignore it but it was honestly too hard for him to understand anyways. It was like that until they reached outside when Jo panicked. 

“My bag, I need my bag!” That was a sentence that came out clear as day. The panic in Jo’s voice meant there was something in her bag that she couldn’t leave without. 

“We’ll come back in the morning.” Jax tried to convince her as she flailed around in his arms. 

“I need my bag, NOW.” She was turning around, practically pushing Jax too go back inside. 

“Alright, alright. I’ll go grab it, you go with Chibs.” He was looing down the driveway in hopes that the man would see his struggles and come help. “Chibs!” With one call of his name, the man was appearing and Jax was pushing the girl into his arms. “Put her in the car, I gotta get her shit.” 

Jax was stepping back into the madness of the house party. His eyes immediately scanning for Joanne’s bag, her backpack was something that she’d bring everywhere with her since she was 12, and despite her being older now, he knew she still would have brought it. 

He clocked it on someone in the crowd and as he followed it he realized it was Micky. 

“Of course.” He mumbled before pushing through the crowd. “I’ll take the bag, Micky.” 

He turned around, pretty quickly, ready to fight but then smiled when he saw Jax. “Jackson.” He nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep the bag safe for Jo.” 

“Yea just like you did for her.” He puffed his chest out. 

“I ain’t tryna fight you Jax.” The man escalated the conversation just by mentioning the word fight. 

“Never said anything about fightin’ Micky, just give me the bag.” 

“I ain’t given’ you shit, Teller.” Micky stepped to Jax who within the next two seconds, was ripping the bag off his shoulder and looking inside. 

He let out a breathy scoff when he pulled the bag of drugs out of his sisters bag and held it up to Micky. 

“I know for a fact this isn’t Jo’s.” He slammed it against his sister’s boyfriend’s chest. 

“I don’t know, she’s been really in the dumps lately, maybe she’s self soothing.” Micky smirked as his hand wrapped around the bags. 

“You know what, if that’s the case, I think I’ll take these with me.” Jax had started to think through how not only could he prove a point to Micky but also use this to get some quick cash for the club. 

Micky didn’t say anything, just tightened his grip on the bag. 

Jax pulled it out from behind his arms and stuffed it back into the backpack. His teeth sucking against his lip as he did it. “Stay the fuck away from Jo.” 

“Can’t help that she keeps running back to me. You’ll get it one day, Teller. Maybe when I have that reaper on my back.” He poked at Jax’s kutte which Jax quickly brushed off. 

“You’ll never be patched in Micky, you’re too much of a junkie creep to step foot in any SOA charter.” He was tossing the bag over his shoulder. 

“When I’m Jo’s old man, it’ll be pretty hard to stop me.” He was taking a step back now. “Enjoy the cash my drugs bring the club, maybe I’ll tell Clay if I’m funding SOA, I deserve a seat at the table.” 

Jax scrunched his face up at the comment but did the same as Micky and walked away. Moving the bag back down his shoulder to look through it. Finding a book, a notebook, and a makeup bag under the drugs. Inside the book, acting as a marker was a picture of Joanne, Jax and JT. Jax knew what it was before even looking at it fully. But when he went to place the book back in the pack, a piece of notebook paper fell out onto the driveway. As he moved to pick it up, he saw it was a note from Opie. 

“Know you’re leaving for cosmo school, Gemma mentioned it last time she was at TM – wanted to let you know that Donna and I are planning the wedding in June, wanted to let you know ahead of time so you could be there.” 

It looked like he had dropped it off or taped it to her door or something by the looks of the tape on the top of the sheet. He immediately knew this is what spiraled his sister. He pushed it back into the bag and made his way towards the tow truck. 

“Here.” Jax handed the girl the bag in which she hugged it tightly. Chibs looked at both of them a bit confused when Jax spoke up. “It’s JT’s bag. Gave it to her when we were kids.” 

That was all it took for Chibs to understand it’s sentimental meaning. 

“Where to, kids?” Chibs pushed the car’s gear into drive. 

“Back to the clubhouse, I’m not chancing dumping her at home and waking Gemma.” 

The ride was silent, the only sound being from the loud engine of the tow truck. As they pulled into TM the jerking of the truck over the potholes woke up Jo and she came to. 

“I feel like shit.” Her hand flew up to her head. 

“You look like it too.” Jax teased her as he glanced over at her hair all messed up. 

“Smell as well.” Chibs scrunched up his nose. 

“Fuck.” Jo looked down and saw the dried up puke stain on her shirt. 

“There’s clean clothes in one of our drawers. Gemma just did laundry. You’ll find something to change into.” 

“Gemma.” Jo started to piece together things. “She’s gonna be pissed I didn’t come home.” 

“Aren’t you leaving for cosmo school in like a week? She’s gotta get used to you not being home.” Jax said as he jumped out of the tow truck. 

“I think that’s exactly why these last few days home will be so crucial for our loving mother.” 

“I’ll tell her we were having a sibling bonding moment and drinking ourselves silly at the clubhouse bar.” Jax shrugged trying to think of something. 

“Aye, I can back that statement up.” Chibs agreed as he jumped up on the picnic tables to wait for Ja so they could head back up to meet the club. 

“Thanks.” Jo nodded in agreement. “You can go, I’ll be fine, I’ll take one of the prospect’s shirts, he keeps his things freakishly organized.” 

“Ahhh, Juicey.” Chibs laughed at the thought of their brand new prospect. 

“Did I say anything…” Jo whispered to Jax as her hands leaned against the clubhouse door to push it open. “..Stupid.” 

“Nope, just your normal bitchy self.” Jax joked which earned him a push. 

“I still feel so drunk.” Her hand moved to her head. “Thanks for picking me up. Mare call you?” 

“Yea, she was worried.” Jax grabbed a cigarette to place in his mouth. “For the record, if Micky can’t be there for you in moments like this, maybe he isn’t a good match.” 

“I broke up with Micky. Tonight. He’s dealing. Why I was fighting with Wendy last week.” 

Jax sighed and nodded. “You got shit in your bag.” He pointed to it which caused Jo to drop it off her shoulder and look inside. 

Her shoulders dropped, still being too inebriated and hungover mixed together to deal with it. 

“Give it to me, I’ll handle it.” His hand was extended out. 

Jo handed the plastic bag that was filled with a bunch of different pills and powders to Jax. “Can’t promise he won’t come looking for it.” 

“He won’t.” Jax grabbed it and tossed it to Chibs who caught it as he laid on the picnic table. Jo nodded and went to go inside the clubhouse when Jax called her name one last time. “You know, it’s his loss.” 

Jax wasn’t talking about Micky, but he knew Jo was assuming he was. 

“Thanks little brother.” She tapped his arm before she disappeared back in the clubhouse where she’d spend the rest of her night, alone. 

As she walked past the blue bike that was JTs, she stopped and placed her hand on it. 

She mumbled as her hand glided across the bike and fell off as she stumbled down the hallway of apartments. 

“Wish you were here.” 

[tumbleweed-writes]

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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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.

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

Oblivious

Rescuses and Relieve

One Year

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Hopscotch Headache

Description: Gemma invites everyone around for dinner to celebrate a 24year old Jax getting engaged to Wendy, Katherine would be about 10. Katherine is bored grown ups are boring.

Warnings: mentions of blood, injury, swearing and general SOA Warnings

Word Count: 4,782

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Gemma is cooking as usual, the smell of one of her home cooked meals filling the house. Meanwhile, Jax, Clay, Opie, Chibs and Tig are talking in the living room, but Tig is feeling slightly restless.

With a huff, he looks around at the others who are so focused on their conversation. His gaze moves towards the hall and spots a bored looking Katherine sitting on a chair swinging her legs.

A small smirk forms on his face when he sees her. He then excuses himself for a bit, walking over to where she is sitting. When he gets to her, he sits beside her with a quiet sigh.

"Bored, princess?"

Katherine nods looking down "Mommy says dinner won't be done for ages, and you guys are just talking about boring bike stuff" she groans throwing her head back.

Tig chuckles at her dramatics which remind him of her mother. He looks over at the other guys talking about "bike stuff" and then back at her, not knowing how to entertain a bored ten year old.

"Well, what do you want to talk about, darling?"

"Anything but boring bike stuff"

He can't help but chuckle again at her sassy reply, finding her expression quite adorable, especially when she rolls her eyes. He leans back in the chair, crossing his arms.

"Oh really? And what's so boring about talking about motorcycles, hm?"

He pretends to look offended, faking a hurt expression and scoffing. He quickly changes back to his usual smirk when he notices her pout.

"How on Earth do you think motorcycles are boring anyway? Have you SEEN my Harley?" Tig jokingly asks.

He smiles as she giggles at his little performance. He has definitely mastered the art of making people laugh, which is a bonus during moments like these. He watches as her tiny fingers grip the edge of the seat, her legs once again swinging slightly.

"Well, we can't have the MC princess being bored," he says, slapping his knee.

"What do you wanna do hmm?" He adds poking her side gently.

She lets out another laugh and squirms away from his finger poking her side. She hums in thought for a moment, trying to think of something to do. Her eyes then light up when she thinks of an idea.

"Can you play a game with me, please?" she asks sweetly, giving him a pleading look with her big brown eyes that she no doubt got from her mother.

He can't help but melt a bit when he sees her looking up at him with those big, innocent and hopeful eyes. Who could say no to a face like that? He hums, pretending to think it over.

"I don't know...is it gonna be a fun game?" he asks, resting his chin in his hand and tilting his head, eyeing her curiously.

Katherine nods excitedly, practically jumping up and down on her chair. She puts her hands together and gives him an even more pleading look. It makes her look all the more innocent and adorable, but he knows better than that.

"Please? It won't be that long, I promise," she begs, pouting a bit.

He couldn't resist her anymore. With a heavy sigh, he pretends to be annoyed but can't hold back the smile that's spreading across his face.

"Fine, princess..." he says, rolling his eyes jokingly.

"What game do you want to play, hm?"

"HOPSCOTCH!!! I drew one this morning in the garden all by myself but Jaxie wouldn't play with me said it was boring....but you will right?"

Tig has to try hard not to laugh at this. Of course she wanted to play hopscotch, of all the things she could have picked. He nods and grins.

"Of course, doll. We can play hopscotch."

She squeals happily, clapping her hands together and jumping up off her chair. She grabs his hand in her small ones and all but drags him through the house towards the back door.

"C'mon, c'mon! Let's go, let's go!"

The others look on amused as Tig is dragged through the living room by the much smaller Katherine holding back some chuckles. Jax watches the scene with a raised eyebrow but Tig shoots him a look that just says "Don't even think about it." He continues to allow her to drag him outside while he can still hear the laughs from the other guys behind them.

They make their way outside to the garden, where Tig looks down and notices a makeshift hopscotch grid drawn on the concrete in colorful chalk surrounded by doodles of flowers and smiley faces. He looks back at her, raising an eyebrow.

"You made this by yourself, doll?" he asks as they approach the hopscotch grid

Katherine nods, looking proud of herself, as she should. For a ten-year old to make that all by herself is pretty impressive.

"Yep! I made it all by myself!" She grins, letting go of his hand, and steps up to start playing. She looks back at him expectantly.

"C'mon! you can go first!" She hands him a pebble at closer inspection the pebble had a small drawing of a pink daisy on it.He couldn't help but smirk as he took the pebble from her with a small chuckle. She is quite the creative kid.

Taking his place behind the starting line, he holds the pebble in between two of his fingers and throws it, his pebble lands on the number 8.

"Watch and learn, princess."

He says jokingly as he skips down the hopscotch, trying his best to keep his face straight and not start laughing while he does it.

Katherine giggles at him as he makes his way through the hopscotch successfully. She covers her mouth trying to keep her laughs in, thinking that Tig looks silly doing it. When he reaches the end, she claps her hands together and smiles up at him happily.

"That was great!" she exclaims. "Now it's my turn!"

Tig bows and motions to the hopscotch with a smirk. "Be my guest" he says with a chuckle. He stands back and watches as she steps up to her mark, her tongue sticking out cutely in concentration.

Her pebble lands on 10 "Ha! ten is bigger than 8 I can beat you!"

Tig gasps in mock surprise, holding his hand dramatically over his heart.

"Oh, no, how will I ever survive this? Being beat by a ten year old, the sheer humiliation of it all!" he says dramatically, grinning widely, but secretly wanting her to win.

Katherine giggles and hops through the rest of the hopscotch, managing to win the game. "Haha! I beat you!"

She sticks her tongue out triumphantly, doing a little dance and a proud smile on her face.

Tig places a hand on his hip and sighs dramatically, pretending to pout again.

"Well, would ya look at that. Beat by a little girl!" He looks over at her, his pout turning into a smirk. "Good job, princess, but don't get too ahead of yourself Im calling for a rematch."

She crosses her arms with a cocky grin on her face, still feeling pretty proud of herself.

"Well go on then, I want to see you try to beat me!" she says with confidence.

He chuckles at her confidence, shaking his head in amusement. He steps up to the starting line once again, taking another pebble from her hand and holding it.

"Alright, doll. You're on." He says with a smirk before tossing the pebble onto the hopscotch, landing on number 8 once more.

He begins to hop through the rows, keeping a straight face to try and not look too ridiculous. He makes it to the end and looks over at her, crossing his arms and grinning.

"Still think ya can beat me, princess? he teases.

Katherine grins at the challenge, determined to come out on top. She takes a deep breath and steps up to her mark once again, her focus completely on the game. She throws her pebble with confidence and watches as it lands on number 9 this time.

"I will win again!" she declares, feeling a mix of determination and competitiveness. she starts hopping and skipping but when she goes to hop over nine she misjudged her landing and her right foot ends up on the pebble causing her foot to slide forward, she falls backwards hitting her head on the hard concrete.

Tig's playful demeanor immediately turns to concern when he notices her misstep, causing her to fall, he lunges forward to catch her but he was to slow. He rushes over and kneels down beside her, his heart racing with worry.

"Katherine! Are you okay, doll?" he asks urgently, carefully lifting her head and inspecting it for any injuries or bumps.

Katherine winces a little bit, rubbing her head gently with her hand."Ouch..my head hurts..."

She pouts, tears welling up in her eyes as she looks up at him, her initial determination now replaced by a mixture of pain and disappointment.

"It's okay your okay I'm just gonna look at your head alright" He touches the back of her head feeling something wet on his hand.

"shit, shit, shit Gemmas gonna kill me for this" He whispers under his breath when he looks at the blood on his hand.

"What's wrong tiggy?" Katherine asks not liking what she was hearing.

"Nothing! nothing is wrong, princess, everything is okay" he says trying to calm her "does your head hurt at all sweetie, do you feel dizzy or like you are going to be sick? It very important that you tell me if you do okay?" Tig says in a soft but serious voice looking her straight in the eyes.

Her eyes widen at his panicked state, her confusion turning to worry.

"My head hurts a little...but I dont feel sick or anything."

She moves to stand up, but he gently holds her shoulders down, his eyes searching her face for any signs of discomfort or impairment.

His grip on her shoulders tightens as he scans her face, relieved that she doesn't appear too dizzy or uncomfortable. He sighs heavily, his anxiety slightly easing.

"Okay, doll, I need you to stay still for a moment, alright."

He glances at her head, noticing a rather large shallow cut, causing his heart to sink a bit, knowing it's gonna cause some problems as she almost definitely needs stitches.

She nods and obeys, staying still as he has asked. She can see that he's still quite worried, and it makes her uneasy.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is it bad?" she asks quietly, looking up at him with concern etched on her face.

Tigs main focus right now was to keep her calm and not let her see the blood. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep his own worry under control.

"No, no, it's nothing to worry about. Just having another look, that's all."

He tries to sound reassuring, but there's a hint of tension in his voice. He gently reaches to touch her head, trying to assess the extent of the injury.

Katherine winces a little bit as his fingers gently touch the cut area, causing a slight sting.

"Ow..." she says softly, her eyes starting to tear up a bit.

"I want Jaxie" she whimpers

Tigs heart sinks even further, his expression growing even more worried as he sees her starting to cry. He had hoped to keep her calm, but it was becoming clear that she needed her brother's comfort at that moment.

"Easy, doll, easy..." he says softly, trying to soothe her while still checking the cut on her head trying to figure out what to do now.

"Okay I'm going to pick you up and take you inside, but I want you to keep your head as still as you can, okay?"

Katherine nods her head gently, agreeing to his request to keep her head still.

"Okay..." she replies quietly, her voice slightly shaky. She trusts Tig, knowing he's here to help her and take care of her, so she doesn't resist as he picks her up carefully her head on his shoulder and ome arm under her, the other cradling the back of her head to hold it steady.

He holds her close, his arms wrapped securely around her as he carries her back inside the house. He tries to keep his steps as smooth as possible to avoid jarring her head more than necessary.

His expression is serious as he carries her back into the living room, the others still continuing their conversation without noticing the situation. But as soon as they see the blood on his hand, everything changes.

Their eyes widen in alarm, and they immediately stop their discussion, their attention focused solely on Tig and the injured Katherine in his arms.

Tigs eyes are wide he shakes his head looking at Clay. "I'm so sorry man, we were just playing then she slipped on a rock or something I think shes fine but her head has a cut".

Clay's expression immediately turns into concern as he sees the injured Katherine. He steps closer, his eyes scanning her head for the wound.

"What the hell happened, Tig?" he asks, his voice carrying a mix of worry and disbelief.

Tig looks down at Clay, guilt evident on his face. He knew he should have been paying closer attention, but it all happened so quickly. Now he's feeling the full weight of responsibility for the situation.

"I'm sorry, Clay. I was watching her, but she slipped on a rock and hit her head before I could react." he says, his voice filled with regret.

Clay sighs and runs a hand over his face, the situation weighing heavily on him. He turns to Tig, his expression stern but not angry. "I want you to explain fully what happened, Tig. I need to know how this happened under your watch."

Tig nods, swallowing hard as he takes a deep breath to gather his thoughts.

"We were playing hopscotch, and she was doing great. I was watching her closely, but she landed a little awkwardly and her foot slipped on a rock, causing her to fall backwards and hit her head on the concrete.

He looks down at Katherine, guilt still etched on his face.

"I tried to catch her, but it all happened so fast."

"Alright, Chibs, how's she looking?" Clay turns to Chibbs hoping it's nothing too serious. Chibbs carefully examines the wound on Katherine’s head, his expression serious. He gently probes around the area, checking for any signs of further damage or swelling.

"She's got a pretty decent cut, it's fairly deep. It needs stitches for sure."Chibbs says, his tone matter-of-fact.

She flinched at one of his touches. "Sorry love you are doing so well" Chibs trys to sooth her as he directs Tig to turn around so he can see her face.

"there ye are I'm going to need you to follow my finger with your eyes do not move your head alright can ye do tha for me hun?"

Katherine nods as best as she can without causing any further pain. She follows Chibs' finger with her eyes, doing her best to keep her head still as instructed. Her eyes water a bit, but she remains focused and cooperative.

Chibs nods, appreciating her cooperation.

"Good girl." He continues to assess her pupils, looking for any signs of dilation or any other potential issues in her vision.

Clay stands nearby, his eyes flickering between Tig, Katherine, and Chibs, his worry evident.

Jax is standing behind chibs's shoulder watching too. Chibs continues to examine Katherine, checking her pupils one last time before finally speaking up.

"Her eyes seem fine, pupils are reacting normally. Nothing to worry about in that regard," he says, relief evident in his voice.

"Jaxie I want Mommy, Where's Mommy?" Katherine whines her head hurting and not liking all the attention she is getting*

Everyone froze at the mention of Gemma, they forgot about Gemma. Jax exchanged a worried look with the other men, knowing that dealing with an upset Gemma was going to be a difficult task.

Tig looked down at Katherine, feeling the weight of the situation even more heavily on his shoulders.

Clay glanced at Tig, a mixture of worry and irritation in his eyes. He knew that Gemma was likely going to be furious with them for not keeping a closer eye on Katherine.

"We could go around the side of the house pop to the nearest ER and come back she doesn't need to know" Tig thinks out loud.

"Oh yeah and when she comes back with stitches in her head what are we gonna say huh? Idiot" Jax says slapping Tig upside his head.

Tig looks at Jax, his expression growing more frustrated. "You got a better idea, genius? She's gonna find out either way, and I'd rather avoid having her rip my balls off my body for not watching her better."

Clay steps in, his voice low and stern.

"Enough. This isn't helping."

He turns to Tig and Jax, his expression serious. "We're not hiding anything from Gemma. This is our daughter, and she's going to find out if we like it or not. Besides, she needs stitches, and we can't just patch her up ourselves."

Tig sighs, knowing that Clay is right. Gemma will find out regardless, and trying to hide it will only make the situation worse.

"Fine. But let's at least get the stitches done before we tell her. Maybe she'll be less pissed if it's already taken care of."

"Guys, dinner is almost ready if you wanna help set the table and....what going on" Gemma walks into the room pausing when she sees them all crowded around something

They all freeze not sure on what to do or say

"Mommy?" Kathrine calls out

Everyone who isn't Tig takes a big step back, not wanting to be in her way when she sees the blood, Tig looks like he's seen a ghost.

Clay takes a deep breath, knowing this is not going to be an easy situation to handle. He slowly starts to explain the situation, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

"Gem, there's been a little accident..."

As the words leave his mouth, Gemma's eyes immediately dart to Katherine, taking in her injured state. Her expression shifts from confusion to worry and then to anger as she steps closer.

"What the hell happened?" she demands, her voice sharp and authoritative, her gaze fixating on Tig.

Tig swallows hard, feeling the full weight of Gemma's anger fall on him. He knows he's the one responsible for what happened and steels himself for the inevitable barrage of fury, taking a deep breath before replying.

"We were playing hopscotch outside, and she fell. Hit her head on the concrete. I was watching her, but it all happened so fast, Gem. I'm so sorry."

"Mommy, my head hurts" Katherine pipes up her lip quivering.

Gemma's expression softens slightly as she looks at her injured daughter, her anger momentarily eclipsed by concern. She gently steps forward, carefully running her fingers over her daughter's head, assessing the injury.

"Shh, baby, it's okay. Mommy's here."

She shoots a glare in Tig's direction, her anger returning.

"Ill deal with you later"

She turns to her husband "bring my car round the front we need to get her to the ER" Clay nods and quickly heads outside to get Gemma's car ready without argument. The others stand quietly, sensing the tension in the room, knowing better than to interfere.

Tig stands off to the side, guilt weighing heavily on him as he watches Gemma take charge. He knows that he's in for a world of hurt once she turns her attention back to him.

Katherine reaches out her arms wanting comfort from her mom. Gemma picks her up off of Tig carefully, a mixture of anger and worry etched on her face as she holds her daughter closely.

"It's alright, sweetheart. We're gonna go somewhere where they will make you feel better, okay?"

She places a gentle kiss on her daughter's head before turning her gaze back to Tig, her eyes filled with a mixture of anger and blame. But she says nothing and takes Katherine to the car

The others decide dinner can wait and get on there bikes to follow Clay driving Gemmas car, taking the lead the rest giving her a escort of sorts, they want to show their support and be there for Katherine.

Clay drives while Gemma sits in the backseat, cradling Katherine carefully to make sure she's comfortable. The others follow closely on their bikes, creating a tight-knit group around the car as they make their way to the ER.

In the backseat, Katherine rests her head on her mother's shoulder, still a bit shaken and in pain. Gemma holds her hand tightly, offering her comfort and reassurance, while also throwing occasional glares towards the window where Tig is visible, he wanted to stay close to Katherine he felt responsible.

"Please, don't be mad at Tiggy Mommy he helped me, no one wanted to play with me but he did, it was my fault I fell, but he made sure I was okay and took me inside" Katherine says looking pleadingly at her mom. Gemma listens to her daughter's words, her expression softening slightly.

Katherine has always been kind and selfless, and it's clear that he was trying to do the right thing in her eyes. But Gemma's anger is still there, lingering like a storm ready to blow over.

"I know he was trying to help, baby. But he should have been watching you more closely."

"But he was watching...it was an accident"

"Okay baby...I'm not mad I'm just upset you got hurt is all"

"so....you aren't gonna yell at him?"

Gemma sighs, a mixture of frustration and understanding in her eyes. She pauses for a moment before replying, her voice softer than before. "No, baby, I won't yell at him. But he needs to understand that what happened was a result of his lack of supervision."

She casts a sidelong glance at Tig through the window, her expression still stern and disapproving but lacking the intense anger from before.

time skip

all the men are in the ER waiting room while Gemma is with Katherine while she is getting stitches, Clay was with them but got asked to wait outside after threatening the nurse who gave her a needle "more aggressive than necessary" because Katherine winced.

Tig is nervous his leg bouncing Clay, sitting next to him, notices Tig's nervousness and gives him a disapproving look.

"Calm down, man. You're not the one in there gettin' stitched up."

Tig looks over at Clay, his eyes filled with guilt.

"I know, I just... I feel terrible. She was having fun, and then she got hurt, and it's my fault we should have played a different game like snakes and ladders or some shit then she wouldn't have got hurt."

Jax shakes his head, his voice firm but empathetic. "I get it, man, but you can't change what happened. Beating yourself up about it won't help her, or you. Just learn from it and make sure this doesn't happen again."

Chibs chimes in, his tone serious yet understanding. "Jax is right. Dwelling on the what-ifs won't fix anything. She's gonna be alright, and that's what matters. Focus on being more careful next time lad."

Tig nods, taking in their words of advice. He knows they're right, but it doesn't ease the guilt that's eating away at him. He runs a hand through his hair, his mind still replaying the incident over and over again thinking about what he should have done differently.

The men continue to sit in silence for a few moments, each lost in their own thoughts.

Katherine comes running in from one of the doors "Jaxie, look! look! they gave me stickers"

Jax' face lights up at the sound of his sister's voice, his gaze shifting to her as she approaches with a handful of colorful stickers jumping into his lap.

"Hey, that's awesome, Kitty. Let's see what you got there."

Gemma walks through the doors next paperwork in hand. "They gave her 4 stitches we need to come back to get them taken out but other than that she's fine" she says to all of them in a motherly tone.

The tension in the air eases a bit as the good news is shared. Clay lets out a sigh of relief, glad that his little girl is alright.

"That's good to hear. She's a tough kid."

He say looking over at Katherine.

Tig's expression mirrors everyone's relief, but he still looks slightly guilty. He stands wanting to apologise again but Gemma raises her hand to stop him from talking. She slowly walks upto him a stern look on her face. Everyone stares in anticipation waiting to see what she does.

(apart from Katherine who is still admiring her new stickers)

Tig braces himself ready to be yelled at or hit but nothing happens for awhile until he feels her arms wrap around his neck in a hug.

"Thankyou Tiggy for being there for her and making sure she was okay....i dont know what i would have done if no one was around when she got hurt"

She pulls back noticing the shocked look on his and everyone's faces

"what? She's a kid they get hurt but they bounce back no child grows up without some sort of cut or bump along the way its just what they do"

Everyone stares in surprise, speechless at Gemma's display of gratitude and understanding. Tig, in particular, looks stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had expected anger, or at least some form of punishment, but this...

Opie breaks the surprised silence, his voice filled with astonishment. "I think we all thought you were gonna rip his balls off"

"Language!!" Gemma says automatically she has been trying to get the club to be more considerate of their words around Katherine. Opie chuckles nervously, quickly apologizing to Gemma.

Jax shoots a cheeky smile at Tig, still trying to process what just happened.

"Damn, Tig, seems like you got a free pass this time."

Chibs grins, joining in on the playful banter towards Tig.

"Yeah, mate. I guess all it takes to get away with something is our little Kat."

"Yeah, I i'll keep her around more often"

*Gemma swats at tig after his comment laughing*

"Tiggy look I got some Winnie the pooh ones and this ones called Tigger that's like your name....you should have it ...Oh I know let's stick it on your bike ...that would make it less boring" she says trying to drag him but he's not budging

"My bike?"

Tig looks pleadingly at his fellow brothers, silently begging for help, but they all just nod their heads and chuckle, clearly enjoying his discomfort. Even Clay can't help but smirk.

Jax leans back in his chair, a smug expression on his face.

"Sounds like a good idea to me. Why not personalize your bike a bit, Tiggy?"

"Yeah!, and Jaxie you can have the Eeyore one, Chibs can have the Roo one, I got lots enough for everyone....and don't worry Daddy when we get home you have have this big Pooh bear one for your bike" she leans forward whispering "he's the most important one"

*their grins drop and they all look to Gemma for help she shrugs her sholder and turn to Katherine

"That's a wonderful idea sweetheart, don't you guys agree? How thoughtful she is that she'd give her special doctor's stickers to you all" she emphasises the word doctor to guilt them a lttle.

The men exchange glances, unable to argue with Gemma's logic. They know they can't say no to her offering them such a genuine and sweet gesture.

Jax sighs in fake resignation.

"Oh man, I guess I have to take the Eeyore sticker. But don't expect me to act all depressed like him, alright?"

Chibs grins, playing along.

"Aye, I'll gladly take the Roo sticker. It's a bit more exciting than Eeyore anyway."

"Yay! Come on ill help you all stick them on in a good spot, come on Tiggy you first then Jaxie"

Tig sighs in defeat, realizing there's no way out of this. He lets Katherine lead him towards the bikes, the others following behind, each man sporting a resigned expression, yet secretly enjoying the girl's enthusiasm.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Tig mutters, trying to feign indifference.

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i can fix him (no really i can) (m) (chibs telford) | 01

“You’re not stupid, Eloise, just a whore.” Ellie looked into her mother’s eyes, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. A shiver ran down Gemma’s spine. It had been so long since seeing her reflection in her youngest child that she had forgotten how much she hated it. “Well, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

pairing: filip “chibs” telford x eloise “ellie” teller (original female character)

genre: angst, fluff, mature.

chapter’s warnings: a teenager (16) having a crush on an older man (35), Jax being a bit of an asshole, cursing.

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Charming, 2000

Soft music filled every corner of the room. The cool autumn breeze blew through the window, gently swaying a pair of blue curtains.

Ellie quietly hummed to the chorus of Lucky as she doodled on the corner of her notebook, homework long forgotten. At one point in the middle of solving Math problems, her mind had wandered to places she was used to frequent lately: before falling asleep, while getting ready for school, during classes…

Not a day passed by without her fantasizing about Chibs.

Ellie couldn’t pinpoint the moment she had started seeing him in a new light, it had just happened. Suddenly, she preferred doing homework and studying at the repair shop, sitting by the window to check him out as much as she wanted.

Chibs was handsome, regardless of his scarred cheeks. How he ran his fingers through his long hair to keep it out of the way was addictive. Ellie liked the accent, yet she hated to hear him call her lass. It was a cruel reminder of the nineteen-year gap between them.

Ellie turned all the notebook’s pages, reaching the end. She pressed the tip of the pen against the striped surface and hesitated. Then, she wrote:

Eloise Telford.

She stared at her handwriting. Teller was similar to Telford, right? It fit quite nicely, even better than Eloise Ledger. She giggled at the obvious contrast between Heath and Chibs. Suddenly, that poem by Walt Whitman about containing multitudes started to make sense.

The door swung open.

Ellie, startled by the sudden intrusion, instinctively shut the notebook.

“Do you know how to knock?” She barked at Jax, who had stepped into the room as if he owned it, shirtless and with the button of his baggy jeans undone. The blonde boy glanced around. “I can see your underwear, by the way.”

Jax growled and grabbed the waist of his jeans to pull up and button them. 

“I’m looking for my red tee.”

“And what makes you think you’ll find it here?”

He scanned the room again, stopping at Ellie’s hand protectively covering the notebook. The corners of his lips went up in a wicked smirk as he pointed at it with his head.

“Whatcha doing?”

“Homework.” Ellie sharply answered, annoyed. “Your stupid tee isn’t here, so…”

And she gestured to him to go out. Jax, still smiling, nodded, and Ellie truly thought he would leave her alone.

Oh, how wrong she was.

The moment she turned her back on him, Jax sneaked behind her and grabbed the notebook by the corner, snatching it away.

“Let’s see what you wrote here.”

Ellie sprung up from the chair with her heart in her throat. Jax had started to flip the pages, holding the notebook as high as he could.

The girl screamed at him to stop, arms up attempting to retrieve the object. She tried to climb him, to no avail. Jax had reached the last page and was squinting to read the words written on it.

He froze in place.

Ellie, defeated and humiliated, ran back to the chair, sitting down and folding her arms over the desk, hiding her face in them.

She could feel the bile rising, her skin covered in cold sweat. There were two possible outcomes: either Jax screamed at her and demanded an explanation or he made fun of her until the day she died, which would be soon because she preferred killing herself.

As she sensed Jax moving behind her, Ellie closed her tightly, hoping that the harder she clenched, the sooner everything would turn out to be a bad dream.

Jax’s voice reached her ears.

“He’s twice your age, Ellie.”

“Can you just fuck off?”

But Jax continued, his voice surprisingly soft.

“Look, this is just teenage bullshit. You gotta get it out of your head.”

Ellie lifted her head but didn’t turn around.

“What if it’s not?” She protested, making her hands into fists to stop them from shaking. “What if I really like him?”

Jax’s chuckle made her blood boil. To him, she was a stupid little girl with a stupid little crush. To her, he was being anything but understanding.

“C’mon, Els, you can’t be fucking serious.”

Ellie lowered her head to hide her face in her arms again. She tried to control her breathing.

“But…” She whispered. “He’s nice to me.”

“He’s nice to you because you remind him of his daughter.”

Ellie’s heart snapped in two.

Deep down, she knew that he didn’t call her lass just because. He did because that was what he would call his kid if he were raising her. She knew he liked having her around because he couldn’t be around his own daughter.

And that hurt more than a rejection because it meant she didn’t even stand a chance.

“Please, don’t tell anyone.”

“I would never.” Jax left the notebook on the desk, beside her, and walked to the door. Ellie side-eyed the item. How could something so small cause such big trouble? “For your own good, rip that page out and throw it away.”

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"Her Outlaw Hero" (Sons Of Anarchy-Chibs Chapter fic) Prologue/Chapter 1

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.

Trigger Warning: This chapter has as delicately written a rape scene as was possible. I couldn't get around it unfortunately but I made it as vague as was possible. Just a head's up.

Prologue_Chapter 1

"What are you trying to say, Laidey?"

"It's over, Liam," Adelaide Watson whispered, her voice trembling. She tried to face her soon to be ex-boyfriend bravely from across their dinner table. "I can't let you continue to control my life. You're making me do things I don't feel comfortable with."

Seemingly trying to control his rage, Liam Walker took a deep breath before speaking. "What have I ever done to make you uncomfortable," he asked, more than a hint of condescension in his tone.

Beat me half to death, for one, Adelaide thought sardonically. "Insisting I live with you," she answered instead. "I'm not comfortable with that, especially since we've never had sex. But you forced me to move in anyway. I'm afraid you'll expect sex next, and that can't—won't—happen. Because we're not married. And I don't love you."

"We'll be married soon," Liam stated, taking a sip of his red wine. "I'm sure you'll feel more comfortable with it then."

"We…W-we won't be married soon," she stammered, and then silently scolded herself for her fear. Clearing her throat softly and forcing a bravado she didn't feel, she spoke again, "We're not going to be married ever. I just told you—I don't love you. It's over. I'm through being controlled and beaten—scared to death. I'm taking my life back, Liam."

It all happened in a blur.

In the next instant, the table was flipped effortlessly, and Adelaide felt herself falling backward in her chair. Her head exploded in pain as it smacked down against the hard wood floor.

"No," she whimpered torpidly as Liam grabbed her by the throat. Attempting to fight back, she slapped and clawed at his face in the hopes of freeing herself so she could run. He drew his fist back and drove it into her cheekbone to stun her. When that didn't work well enough, he latched onto a hank of her long, dark hair and drove the back of her head against the floor even harder than the first time it hit.

Adelaide's blue eyes dimmed slightly and her grip on his wrist slipped. More than a little dazed, she melted against the floor and battled the urge to let her eyes fall closed.

"You are mine, Laidey," Liam growled in her ear, "and you WILL do whatever I tell you to. Got that?"

"I…h-hate…you…" Adelaide managed to push the words past her lips and then immediately flinched in preparation for the hard blow that was sure to come. And it did. Lightning quick, he stood to his feet and issued her a hard kick to the rib cage. She cried out softly as the air whooshed from her lungs. She heard a slight cracking sound and fought for a small breath of oxygen to enter her lungs. "L-Liam…please…" she sobbed, pushing futilely at his hard chest. She was vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper, and then her skirt was being hiked up over her hips. She was yanked downward across the floor as he moved his body over hers.

"No," she managed to scream, and began fighting him again. "STOP IT!"

She received a hard slap and then felt her top rip open. Liam lowered his head and buried his face against her chest. Adelaide sobbed, and began striking his head with her balled up fists. This only seemed to enrage him further however, and he pulled her closer against his body, sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of her neck.

"No one will have you but me," he snarled in her face as she shrieked. "I'm going to take you, and then kill you. No one else will have you, ever—only me!"

"No," she sobbed softly, "Please, Liam…"

With a sadistic grin, he grabbed hold of her body and pulled it impossibly close against his.

Adelaide's untried body screamed in protest as he proceeded to rape her. She felt a ripping sensation within her body from the fury of his assault. "PLEASE, STOP IT," she screamed, frantic with the need for the pain to stop. Tears streamed from her eyes, but Liam never even paused for her body to adjust to the invasion. She pushed at his chest and shoulders as he moved, but he ignored her struggle and continued his savage invasion of her body.

Adelaide reached up above her head, her hands scrambling, searching for an object—anything to use as a weapon. And in the next instant, her fingers closed around the edging of her heavy, ceramic fruit bowl that had fallen to the floor in their battle.

Immediately, she slammed the bowl down onto his head. He grunted in pain, but it didn't seem to faze him enough for her to get free, so Adelaide brought it down on his head again. And again.

Liam finally slumped against her, fully unconscious. Adelaide nearly succumbed to unconsciousness herself, but forced her eyes to stay open and barely managed to crawl from under Liam's dead weight. Then she quickly grabbed her keys and wallet from the hall table and scrambled for her car.

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Chibs Telford x OC Brianne O'Connor

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Chapter Eight

Life had been kind to Brianne from the moment she impulsively decided to save Chibs, Tig, and Bobby. It was the best decision of her life, now that she looked back, whether or not it was impulsive. Now, five months into her relationship with Chibs, she had been ecstatic. She was riding with the boys, getting more important assignments as the months drew closer and closer to the one-year mark. She had formed good friendships with everyone around, except for Wendy. Speaking off, Jax and Wendy decided to end things, but then Wendy came forward and announced that she was pregnant. However, Jax still things it's not gonna work out between them so he allowed her to stay at their previously shared house and he was spending his nights at the Clubhouse.

Brianne and Chibs' relationship, however, had been smooth sailing. They had taken it slow for the first month, but then something between them shifted and suddenly they were spending nights at each others' places, even for a few nights in a row. Chibs almost had all his stuff at Brianne's apartment at this point. She didn't complain, she loved having him there as much as possible. To fall asleep while he was holding her, then waking up in his arms – it was a dream come true.

They had become the hot topic when it came to teasing, though. And their number one bully? Tig freaking Trager. He was not letting go of the fact that he slept with Brianne before she and Chibs got together and now he's using any chance he could get to mess with the Scotsman. For that one time Brianne was touching up her bike, trying to fix a minor issue. Chibs was by her side, guiding her through the process, explaining which part of the machinery did what and what she needed to look out for. Neither of them noticed Tig and Juice entering. „What are you now, some motorcycle expert or something?" Tig had said jokingly, looking at Brianne.

„She's got some serious skills for this. Quick learner." Chibs shot him a wary smile, hoping that was the end of it. Brianne smiled at the compliment, looking over her handy work.

Tig snickered and Brianne knew right away that he was about to shoot one of his lame jokes. „She's got other skills you're enjoying too, right?" She looked at Tig just in time to see him wiggle his eyebrows suggestively at Chibs and Juice laughing beside him. She rolled her eyes playfully, although she was used to his teasing by now.

„Just let me work on my bike in peace, bastard." She had said, feeling Chibs' supporting hand patting her shoulder.

Being a Prospect for these idiots wasn't easy. Half-Sack got the short end of the stick when it comes to that though. Sometimes she felt sorry for the fella, but there was nothing she could do about it. If she tried to defend him, they would turn their attention to her and start their usual teasing. All in good fun, of course.

Peace doesn't last long though. She wasn't aware of it, but Brianne's past was slowly catching up to her during those few blissfull months, and soon it would finally catch her. That day was scheduled for one of their meetings with Laroy, they have all been gathered at the Clubhouse for a breakfast that Gemma had prepared. They had to collect guns and then transport them straight to Laroy today. Brianne loved it when it was just them, no croweaters, no other charters (although she had nothing against any other charter at this point, they all had to accept her as a Prospect and they did, Clay made sure of that), but it was something special when it was just them. Until it all came crashing down. Gemma had just cleared the table, with the help of the Prospects, when some unfamiliar men burst through the room.

They all had them at gun point and there was no time for any of them to pull out their guns. So they were at the mercy of these people. Brianne's breath stopped midway when she noticed their uniforms. The very familiar logo that she grew up with. Then their leader entered. She felt as if the floor opened, sucking her into the dark hole. They found her. It was all over. The Shadow Hand had arrived. As Declan O'Rourke stood in front of her, smirking, she knew there was no getting out of this alive.

„What a lovely little situation we've got ourselves in here," Declan was looking around the Clubhouse until his eyes landed on Brianne. „Isn't that right Bri?" The Sons looked at each other in confusion. Just who was this guy and how did he know Brianne? „You've got yourself quite a life here in Charming. Shame that it must come to an end."

Brianne clenched her fists, this was not the time to go all soft. She had to protect her club. „I'm afraid yer wrong," She spoke sternly. Chibs watched her focused glare, she seemed different. Like a switch was turned on and she was a different person than she was a few minutes ago. „Ye've got no business here, leave or I'll make ye leave."

Declan laughed suddenly, a sound that sent shivers down her spine. „You were our best operative, Brianne. You know too much, and you've become a liability. You can't just walk away." The truth hurts. She did know too much, but she hadn't been a threat in over four years, why would she risk everything she acquired here, just to spite the organization?

She wasn't that stupid, even they had to know it. „I left that life behind," She spoke. „I won't go back."

Declan chuckled darkly. „Oh, sweetheart, there's no escape from the Shadow Hand. You know that better than anyone." When she didn't budge, he looked around, nodding at his men. Suddenly all the guns were pressed on the back of Sons' heads, even Gemma wasn't spared from that fate. Brianne's demeanor wavered slightly at the sight of her family being put in that position. She whipped out her gun and aimed it at Declan's head. He, in turn, aimed his at Chibs. „Tell you what, you come with us peacefully and I don't blow a hole into his head. Would be a shame if your handsome Scotty died right here, wouldn't it?" Declan watched as Brianne was struggling with her options. He spoke again. „Or you could kill me, but then my men would kill every one of them," He was motioning around at all the faces she grew to love. „You can't save them all in time-„

„Alright!" Brianne shouted, easing the grip on her gun and slowly putting it down. „I'll go with you. Just don't hurt anyone." Declan jerked his head in her direction silently, putting down his gun. The two men, who had their guns aimed at Gemma and Tig, instantly grabbed her by her arms and began pushing her out the door. She didn't have any courage to look at her friends, especially not Chibs. She had messed up by letting herself settle down in the small town of Charming and almost had people she cared about killed. Now she had to pay for her mistakes. But at least they will all survive, she told herself. Her heart sank as the men led her through the Clubhouse door and towards the two vans waiting for her. She couldn't believe she had let her guard down after almost five years of freedom, and put the people she cared about in danger – and the man she loved with all her heart. She turned her head towards the Clubhouse one more time and locked eyes with Chibs. As soon as her eyes met hers, he tried to reach her, but Tig and Juice held him back.

„Let her go, ye bastards!" He shouted. Her heart broke at the anger and desperation in his voice. At that point, the Shadow Hand's men were already loading into the vans one by one and the Sons were standing outside of their Clubhouse, still as confused as ever.

„Don't try to follow us," Declan warned. „Or I really will blow a hole in Telford's head." He turned to Brianne, forcefully pushing her into the van. „Daddy dearest can't wait to see you, Brianne. Let's go."

The Sons gathered back in the Clubhouse, their assignment of the day, long forgotten. Chibs paced back and forth, having been already stopped from following after them. Jax had sent Half-Sack to discretely follow the vans and let them know of their whereabouts every few hours if they stray too far. But Chibs wanted to charge right away, not even caring for his safety. Clay looked deep in though, remembering when she told them that the less they knew about her past the better. Maybe if she had told them, they could have foreseen all of this and prevented it. But on the other hand, he did understand why she hid this from them.

Suddenly Gemma approached him, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. „We couldn't have predicted this, Clay," she said softly, knowing the turmoil he was going through. „We didn't know what we were up against." Gemma always knew what to say when someone was going through shit, and she had always been Clay's person to lean on when he needed it the most. So he appreciated having her by his side at this moment as well.

„I just wish she had trusted us enough to share more about what she was running from," He sighed. „Maybe we could have protected her from this."

Gemma understood what he meant by that, she wished Brianne had told them about her life before the Club, but the girl must have had a good reason not to. „Sometimes people keep their past hidden to protect themselves and those they care about," she said. „She was trying to start fresh with us, away from whatever she left behind."

Chibs hadn't meant to listen to their conversation, but he had caught Gemma's words. He had calmed down and cleared his head after realizing that charging in now would do neither of them any good. He was a stable person whenever they faced trouble and he shouldn't change that now either. Not when Brianne needed him the most. He faced Clay and Gemma, nodding. „Aye, she wanted a new life, a clean slate," he said, his voice tinged with frustration. „We can't blame her for that."

Clay nodded, sighing once again and standing up. „Church, now." He began walking towards the Chapel when he turned to Tig. „And get Happy and the Tacoma boys here, now." Tig just nodded, getting to making the phone call right away. The rest of the Sons took their seats in the Chapel and after Tig was done he entered as well, closing the door shut. The tension in the Chapel was palpable and could be cut with a knife, but they were used to situations similar to these and knew how to deal with the pressure. „Juice, what do we know?"

Juice had been tasked with finding out anything he could find about the supposed 'Shadow Hand', questioning any of his contacts he could ask and even going as far as doing a simple internet search. He looked up from his laptop at his brothers. He cleared his throat. „So far, I've managed to dig up some information on the Shadow Hand," He began. „They're a highly secretive and dangerous organization with ties to international crime networks. They've been involved in everything from drug trafficking to arms dealing, and they're known for their ruthless tactics."

„So what do they want from Bri?" Jax leaned in, focusing on Juice.

„I couldn't find anything on Bri. If she was a part of the organization, they must have wiped everything they had on her," Juice shook his head. „I'm guessing they see her as a liability?" He froze for a moment. „Hold up," With a few more taps on the keyboard, his eyes widened. „Holy shit."

„What? What you got?" Tig questioned.

Juice turned his laptop screen to his brothers. „This is Michael O'Connor."

The Sons leaned in to look at the image displayed on Juice's laptop screen. It was a photograph of a man in his late forties, with a hardened and dangerous look in his eyes. "Who's Michael O'Connor?" Jax asked, furrowing his brow.

„Brianne's father." Chibs suddenly chimed in. He stared at the man who looked as ruthless as any of the IRA Kings he used to know. Juice's nod only confirmed his suspicion. Chibs had asked Brianne about her family but the only person she ever talked about was her mother. Beautiful woman, according to Bri. She never mentioned anything about her father, not even his name. Chibs could only conclude that he must not be winning any 'Father of the Year' awards. „We should focus on the leader. Declan, wasn't it?"

Juice shook his head. „He's not the leader," He returned to his laptop screen one more time and typed something before showing it to his brothers once again. „Victor Blackthorn." Chibs' eyes narrowed at the image of the said man on Juice's laptop screen. There was a strange glint in the man's eyes, he could see it, even on an image. That was a man not to be messed with, Chibs could tell that much. Just how did Brianne escape from these people in the first place?

„So what's the plan?" Tig asked. „We can't just sit here and do nothing." It had taken a lot of strength for the Sergeant at Arms not to shoot every single man that broke into their home and took their Prospect from them. He was eager to break some bones once they track down the fuckers, that's for sure.

Clay cleared his throat. „We need to gather more intel before we do anything. We meet Laroy as planned, and see if he heard of this Shadow Hand. Juice, keep digging, see if you can find any weakness in the Shadow Hand's operations," Juice nodded, muttering how hard it would be since they seem to have any internet info on lockdown. „Bobby, reach out to your contacts and see if anyone knows anything about this Blackthorn guy," Bobby got up right away, exiting the Chapel and already calling everyone he assumed could help. „And Chibs," The Scotsman's head snapped in his President's direction. „You need to keep a level head. We can't afford to lose you too."

Chibs nodded, agreeing with his Prez. Clay was surely right, Brianne needed him and he had to be stable for her sake. „I hear ye, Clay," He responded. He did his best to keep his voice steady despite the hurricane of emotions raging inside his heart.

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Brianne was pulled out of the van by Declan, who wore a satisfied smirk on his face. The drive wasn't long and she was sure they took her just outside of Lodi somewhere, which meant there was still hope for the Sons to catch up before they took her to Chicago. She was taken to a hotel they stopped by and with no doubt, Brianne was sure her father awaited her there. When the two of them entered, she wasn't surprised to notice how desolate the hotel looked and she concluded that the Shadow Hand had bought the entire hotel just for this reunion today. It wouldn't be the first time they took drastic measures such as that.

Declan led her down a corridor and in front of a double-sided door. She knew her father awaited on the other side, but when the door opened she wasn't expecting to see Victor Blackthorn as well – the cunning leader. Both men stared at her with ruthless eyes. Michael briefly dismissed Declan, who closed the door shut. Once she was alone with her father and Victor, her heart began pounding in her chest. She wasn't afraid, not until now at least. If Victor was here, it would be serious. 

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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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Meet the Reaper 25

Alrighty. Here's the next bit. Another bit of filler, but it also gives a little more information on how the club has planned to take care of Megan in everything they can.

Do not copy or steal my work. This is the only place it's posted. Do not translate my work. Please DO reblog it. Our fandom is still active, but we're quiet. Let's make them a little less so.

Warnings: slight suggestive material. I don't remember cursing in here but I probably did. More foreshadowing, but it's my favorite literary device so you might as well get used to it.

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Back at the clubhouse, Megan grinned as she saw Tía Diana and Tessa waiting on the porch. Marcus laughed as he dismounted his bike, only to discover Tessa was headed for the Mustang to meet her prima. Taza grinned too. “We’re chopped liver as long as the princessas are together, Padrino.”

He smiled as Diana came to greet him with a kiss. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way, Brother.”

They spent a low key night in the clubhouse watching -mostly- kid safe movies. Megan and Tessa curled together on a couch with snacks as the men unwound by playing pool or just hanging out. By the time Diana and Marcus were ready to head back to Bishop’s for the night, the girls were fast asleep, curled together like puppies with Rex.

Hank chuckled and pulled out his phone to snap a picture. “That’s another one for her wall…”

Taza grinned. “I agree, ‘mano.” He looked to Marcus. “You sure you want to wake her? She could stay at the ranch for the night and give you two a night to yourself.”

Diana smiled. “Sorry, Taza. We’re going to head out early. Tessa has missed enough school already.”

He shrugged and grinned. “Well - I tried.”

Marcus chuckled a bit. “And we appreciate the thought,” he said before moving to gently wake Tessa.

As soon as Tessa moved when Marcus shook her gently, Megan’s eyes popped open and she was reaching for her holster. 

“Easy, Poquito. Just me,” he soothed. “Time for Tessa and Diana to head out.”

Megan blinked rapidly to clear the sleep from her eyes and then relaxed. “Sorry Tío. Habit.”

He smiled and smoothed a hand over her hair. “You’re okay Bebita.” He tried again to wake Tessa only to be greeted by a whine as she buried her face in Megan’s hoody on her good side more.

Bishop laughed around the cigar he was smoking. “Looks like she’s officially out for the count, Primo.”

Megan smiled ruefully and squeezed her cousin a little tighter for a moment. “Are you guys leaving in the morning, Tía?” she asked without looking up.

“Sí. Time for the tiny princessa to go back to school.” Diana leaned over the back of the couch to press a kiss to the back of Megan’s head. “We’ll call from the road so that you two can make plans, okay?”

“Okay,” she smiled sleepily up at her aunt. “Be safe.”

Marcus scooped Tessa up and smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Poquito,” he promised as they headed out the door.

Chibs smiled at Megan from his barstool. “I do believe tha’s my que too, Princess. We’ll head back tomorrow too - but not early.” Tig and Venus had already slipped out earlier in the night. He stood and came to offer Megan a smile. “See ya tomorrow, Lass.”

“Night. Ride safe, Chibs.”

Back at the ranch after showers all around, they gathered in the living room to decompress a bit more. Hank had Megan sitting between his knees so that he could brush her hair out for her before bed while Taza relaxed in the recliner. 

“That was a good catch today, Chica. What gave them away?” Taza asked.

Megan shrugged as well as she could. “They were just too interested in us to be bystanders. We always draw attention, but not like that. And then the lady showed up on that balcony and it didn’t feel right. I figured being the bubbly tourist was the safest bet. Worst case - they were L.O. and Adelita would laugh at me.”

Hank pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Either way, it was brilliant. Now - we just need to figure out who they actually were.”

Taza sighed and rubbed his face tiredly. “Most likely they were either feds or they belong to Galindo. Either one would have reason to have us followed.”

“If they were Galindo’s, they weren’t any that Luisa recognized,” Megan supplied. “She didn’t know their faces.”

“Most likely feds then. We’ll have to be extra careful about tails while Galindo is tied to them,” Hank mused as he continued to run the brush through Megan’s dark hair. “And you -” he tugged he head back to look at him. “You never carry contraband. Never. Don’t even touch it.” He kissed her forehead. “The rest of us can handle it.”

Taza nodded in agreement. “And if we’re ever caught - you know nothing about what we do. You play dumb. We’re just a M.C. Women in our world are never given details so they likely won’t think you have any. As far as the feds are concerned - you’re a cute mascot.”

Megan grimaced, but nodded. “I understand, Papa.”

“Good.” Hank looked at Taza. “And if we are caught and she’s with us - the lawyers go to Megan first. I don’t care how many of us are caught. We would have each other’s backs inside. She’d be alone.”

Taza nodded again. “That instruction has already been given, brother. Bishop and I handled it with the lawyers the other day.”

“And on that cheerful note - Bedtime,” Hank joked. “C’mon mi princessa. You’ve had a long day. Let’s go to bed. 

Megan smiled and stood to go claim a cuddle from Taza. “Night Papa.”

“Sweet dreams, Sweet Chica. Maybe in the morning we can make sure your saddle fits like it should. You can’t ride, but we can fit it at least.” He kissed her forehead softly and smiled at the excited little noise that Megan gave. 

Once in the bedroom with Rex in his dog bed, Hank watched Megan carefully for signs of pain. “How was it today, mi reina? I’m sorry I didn’t think to send your meds with Taza.”

Megan put her hair brush down on her dressing table and smiled at him in the mirror. “I was okay. The pain wasn’t anything like before when I wasn’t taking the pain relief.” She turned and moved to stand between his knees where he was perched on his footlocker at the end of the bed. 

His hands automatically went to her waist where he could slip his thumbs under her sleep shirt to stroke her skin. “I’m glad. I worried all day, but Bishop said Taza would call if you needed them. We didn’t want to interrupt your fun if you really were alright.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy the fair?”

“We had lots of fun with the games. Papa won me a duckie. He’s in the car.”

Hank laughed. “He said you kicked ass at the shooting games though.”

Megan grinned at him and bit her bottom lip. “Maybe a little. There are more prizes with the duck in the trunk.”

He kissed her softly. “That’s mi reina.” He moved her back gently so that he could pull off his shirt and crawl into bed so that she could snuggle back against his chest the way she liked. Once they were settled he frowned a little. “I wish I could have gone to the rodeo with you. Taza said it was eye opening for him. I can only imagine what it would be like for me. I’ve never even been on a horse, let alone rode in anything like that.”

She looked up at him over her shoulder. “Really? Never?”

“Not in my memory. You’ll have to teach me to ride if you want me to go with you on the horses.”

She smiled a little and yawned as she snuggled closer. He draped his arm over her waist to hold her good hand and cradled her as close as he could. “I can do that. You’d do well with Trucker, I think. He’s big enough for you. And Papa says he’s steady. He didn’t even spook when he met Rex the first time. I think you’ll be okay on him.”

Hank chuckled. “Which one do you think you’ll ride most?” he asked curiously.

“Papa says Rocket. He’s the fastest. Sugar is sweet, but she’s slow and a little lazy. And Trucker and I would be okay, but with his size I’d look like an ant riding an elephant. He’s too wide for me to ride for any real length of time properly.” She closed her eyes and Hank moved to turn off the lamp that was their only light before settling back in to hold her. Megan yawned again. “Papa also said something about buying me a cutting horse to compete again. It might be fun to finally have my very own horse… To know that it was mine…”

Hank smiled as he listened to her drift off before he closed his eyes to join her.

The next morning, Hank woke up as Megan tried to sneak out of bed. Just before she got to the edge of the bed, he grabbed her gently and pulled her back in close. “Morning, Princessa. Where you going?” he asked with a rumble.

Megan jumped a little and giggled as she realized what was happening. She relaxed back into his bare chest easily. “Morning, Baby. I was going to TRY to get breakfast ready before you woke up.”

He smiled and nuzzled her neck, placing kisses on her skin. “Mmm but I like making breakfast with you.” His hands wandered a little, stroking the skin of her abdomen and hips. 

“Mm. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to spoil you once in a while.” She melted, enjoying the feeling of his mouth and calloused hands on her skin. She pressed her hips back against his with a tiny whine. 

He grinned and nibbled gently at the hinge of her jaw. “This is spoiling me, mi reina. How’s your pain level this morning?”

She shivered pleasantly and pressed entirely against him, feeling him hardening the more she wriggled. “A little achy, but not bad. I really think I could drop the sling…”

He pressed his whole hand below her navel with a chuckle. “Easy, Princessa. Don’t start that unless you want teased back.” He laughed again at the whine she let out. “Let me see if we can get you in to the doctor in Santa Madre today. You may be right about the sling.”

They both looked up as Taza knocked on the door frame of the cracked open door. “What might she be right about?”

“Good morning, Papa,” Megan said with a smile. “I was telling Hank that I think I’d be okay without the sling.”

Taza stepped inside and frowned. “You shouldn’t push yourself, Chica…”

“I know, Papa, but the pain is so much better without the cast. I went all day without pain relief yesterday and I’m not really hurting this morning either.” She smiled and wiggled until Hank released her so that she could sit up.

Hank pushed himself up to sit against the headboard and hastily arranged the blankets before he smiled. “I told her that we’d get the doc’s opinion in Santa Madre with an x-ray.”

“They said three weeks at the hospital and the Rez doctor said you weren’t healed enough to be without the sling yet…” Taza fretted.

“That was with the plaster cast, though. The soft cast is so much lighter and without my muscles spasming like they were I’ve felt so much better…”

Hank smiled as he watched Megan weedle her father. “An x-ray with the doc won’t do any harm, Taz. If she needs to stay in the sling, then she stays in the sling. But you know it’s driving her batshit.”

Taza winced. “Fine. Make the call.” He moved to sit in Megan’s reading chair. “You call. I’ll help Megan if she needs it.”

Hank smiled and nodded before pressing a kiss to the back of Megan’s head and going to the living room for his burner phone.

Megan smiled. “Can you braid my hair for me, Papa? I can get dressed after.”

“Of course, Chica. What are we doing today?”

A short while later, Taza and Megan exited the bedroom to find Hank sitting at the table on the phone. He was speaking Spanish as he absently rubbed Rex’s ears. 

Without pausing, Megan pressed a kiss to his still sleep ruffled hair and went to the stove to start the coffee. Taza leaned in the doorway and watched as he held in a chuckle. Megan’s back was to Hank so she didn’t catch the double take he gave or notice him lose track of the conversation since it was in Spanish. 

Taza had braided Megan’s hair into her tight warrior braids and then sat back as she fussed a bit over what to wear. Eventually, she’d settled on a white racerback tank top and her light washed skinny jeans that looked like the distressing machine had gone completely apeshit on them. She was completely covered, but it was also tighter than she normally wore. She had all plans of putting her leather jacket under her kutte the way Chibs did before they left the house. 

Taza gave Hank a moment to allow his brain to reboot before he joined him at the table and jokingly threw a napkin in front of his brother. Hank shot him a glare before quickly wrapping up his call. He cleared his throat a bit. “All ready, Princessa?”

Megan finished setting up the percolator and turned to smile at them. “Yeah. Were you able to get an appointment. 

The men looked at each other and chuckled. “We don’t need an appointment, Chica. We just needed to be sure the doctor would be in town. He sometimes has out of town deliveries to make,” Taza explained. 

Hank grinned. “But, yes, mi amore, I got in touch. He’s in town today and we can see him whenever.”

“Oh good. I really want my arm back.”

Taza smiled. “We know, but you still will be limited with the soft cast.”

“But without the sling I can ride with y’all again. Or even drive my car.” She grinned. “And I can go back to work at the bar.”

Hank shook his head, grinning ruefully. “True enough, mi reina.” He stood. “I’ll go get dressed.” He winked at her. “Looks like we’re going South today.”

Taza and Megan made a quick breakfast og burritos while Hank changed. By the time they were all done eating, all three of their phones went off. Megan was closest and checked hers. “Templo tonight. Angel and EZ are headed South today too, so we’ll meet for an update after that. Also - Tía Diana left a text to say that they started back before sunrise this morning.”

Taza paused from loading the dishwasher and grabbed his. “The Scot says they’re leaving in about an hour. Want to stop by the clubhouse and say goodbye, Chica?”

“Yes, please. That means Venus is leaving too,” she said with a smile. 

They gathered their gear and donned their kuttes before heading out to meet everyone at the clubhouse. 

Hank kept a close eye on Megan on the way over, to see if she was having any anxiety over so many people leaving. She seemed to be calm and collected, but he kept a hand on her knee when he wasn’t shifting gears just in case. 

Angel was the one who rolled open the gate for them to the clubhouse, but by the look of the pit - everyone was there. The Sons were standing on the porch in what looked like last discussions of plans with Bishop and Marcus. Once they got parked, Hank came around to open Megan’s door for her so that she and Rex could get out. He started towards the porch, but realized that Megan seemed to be lingering by the car as she fussed with Rex’s harness.

“All good, mi princessa?” he asked quietly. 

Megan shot him a smile. “All good. Just don’t want to interrupt business…”

Hank grinned as Taza joined them. “Mi reina - you’re an officer. No business that you don’t know about.” Taza smiled too as realization passed over Megan’s face and she looked a bit sheepish.

“Ooops. I keep forgetting,” she grinned. 

Taza laughed. “You’ll get there, Chica. C’mon. I know you want to say goodbye to Venus.”

They joined the group just as they stepped off the stairs. 

“Well, good morning to you, Little Bit. Come to see us off?” Tig asked, ginning at her as his eyes lingered a little too long on her tight jeans that were just brushing the tops of her biker boots.

Venus smacked him in the stomach with the back of her hand before turning her own attention to Megan. “Good morning, Sweetheart. Feeling alright?” she asked, stepping forward for a hug.

Megan hugged the tall woman back. “Good morning. I’m fine. Not hurting as much. We’re actually going to see a doctor today about maybe being able to drop the sling.”

“Oh good. You let me know what they say. We’ll be on the bike, but I’ll text at rest stops.” She pulled back to smile at the younger woman and straightened the girl’s necklace for her. 

“I will. I’ll miss you,” Megan said quietly. 

“Psh. I’m only a phone call away. Call me anytime and I’ll start driving, Honey.”

Megan hugged her again. “Ride safe and say hello to Happy for me.” She grinned at Tig over Venus’s shoulder. “And you need to stop being lazy in the ring. It’s just making it harder on you.”

Tig laughed. “Oh. She bites this morning. When you’re all healed up, we’ll see who’s lazy in the ring.”

Chibs stepped forward. “It’ll still be you, Tiggy,” he drawled with a wink at Megan. “This lass’ll be a proper fighter.” He offered Megan a hug which she took. “We’ll be down in style for tha’ big party soon enough. Keep ya’self safe til’ then, alrigh’?”

Megan squeezed him around the middle gently. “I’ll be alright. Ride safe, Chibs.”

“You too, Lass.” 

With a few final goodbyes, SAMCRO mouthed their bikes and headed back North. 

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