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Old Lady - 1

A/N: Merry Christmas, happy Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Bodhi Day, Shogatso and any other holiday I may have missed! I know not all of these are celebrated on the 24th-25th but I wanted to include them anyway. I hope it's alright, I wanted to be inclusive but if it's somehow offensive or incorrect or wrong, I'm sorry and I hope all of you have had a wonderful holiday up to now and all the way through to the end. I love all of you, happy Holidays!<3

(Warnings: mentions of smut, blood, descriptions of getting shot, angst, Nosocomephobia, Latrophobia, it’s a fun one y’all lol sorry)

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You sighed heavily with a smile as you got out of your car, closing the door and approaching the men sitting by a table, drinking and smoking and chatting, your eyes instantly finding his salt and pepper hair, a warm feeling forming in your stomach, like warm butterflies that spread throughout your entire body. You grinned as you saw how he noticed you, slowly getting up, taking off his sunglasses and practically throwing them on the ground as he moved towards you. You couldn’t hold in the tears as you ran to him, jumping up and hugging him tightly as he caught you, taking a deep breath, taking him in, the feel of him, the scent he always carried around of whiskey, motor oil and leather. You sighed heavily again and hugged him tighter before parting from him, Chibs still holding you up by your ass. “God, I missed you” you said with a light chuckle, Chibs grinning and kissing you briefly before resting his forehead against yours, eyes closed “I missed yer too love, missed ya so fuckin’ much” he whispered and you giggled, kissing him as he let you down, your feet hitting the ground but his hands stayed on your ass as he continued to kiss you “how was Denmark, eh? Went back a second time” he murmured against your lips and you nodded with a grin “wet, cold, amazing… I missed it… spent so much time over there, I had to get back” you admitted, Chibs nodding with a smirk “aye, I know, still glad to have ye back, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing you again, his hand grabbing your ass even harder, pulling you against him. “Get a room!” Juice yelled jokingly. “No!” Tig shouted back and you couldn’t help but laugh at them “didn’t miss them as much, though” you admitted, Chibs’ arm around your shoulders, your fingers entwined as you walked towards the boys. Jax got up and hugged you as you let go of Chibs to hug him back, Tig instantly being the next to stand up, arms open and you gently shook your head “no, not this time” you laughed, Tig’s smile falling and he frowned at you “why does Jax get one and I don’t?” he pouted and you couldn’t help but laugh more “because you always get a boner” you pointed out, Chibs smirking at Tigs “aye, ya do. Can’t say I blame ya tho’” Chibs said and gently put a hand on your lower back, you turned to face him, smiling up at him lovingly “which reminds me, excuse us gentlemen” he said and in one swift motion picked you up over his shoulder, smacking your ass as you yelped and he carried you inside the club house.

“Chibs! Put me down” you laughed and tried to hit his back but he just slapped your ass in return “not yet love” he said and you couldn’t help but laugh more as the boys, except for Tig, cheered him on. “I’m going to have my head smacked against something” you said as you tried to stop laughing, feeling Chibs shrug as he walked down the hallway “don’ worry, I’ll give ya bruise a kiss if tha’s the case” he said jokingly and you scoffed, deciding to accept your fate as he opened the door, carried you inside, kicked the door shut and then placed you down on his bed, immediately kissing you as if you were his last life line, his last hope for salvation.

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You frowned as you listened to what the guys were talking about. Chibs’ hand was on your waist as you sat on his lap, pretending to be on your phone when in reality you were listening in on what they were saying. “I don’t like it” you suddenly said, not even looking up from your phone as you continued to pretend to be occupied, though your attention was still mostly on the boys. Chibs frowned at you, his grip on your hips tightening briefly to get your attention on him “what? Why?” he asked and you shrugged, putting your phone away and giving the group your full attention “something’s up with you and Clay, Jax… and I don’t like it… something’s wrong, like-... like a rift between you two?” you asked with a deeper frown, Chibs mulling over your words as Jax shrugged “don’t worry darlin’, just some father-son shit, ain’t nothing to worry about” he said and you rolled your eyes “sure, and I’m the Queen of England” you said sarcastically, Jax scoffing at you with a smirk while Chibs chuckled, his hand giving your hip a quick gentle slap “tha’ would make me a king, wouldn’t it?” he asked with a smirk and you scoffed “only if you marry me, darling, until then, you’re just my concubine… my side-piece” you said with a smirk, leaning down and kissing him before getting up and walking towards Gemma, the guys laughing with Chibs while some of them wolf whistled, much to Chibs’ slight annoyance.

“Hey Gem, you need any help?” you asked, pointing to the boxes she was struggling with, not even waiting for a reply before you picked up two boxes on top of each other “where to?” you asked and Gemma smirked at you “back room, we got Bobby’s welcome home party tonight, stocking up” she explained as she led the way, you hot on her heels. “Are crow eaters gonna be there?” you asked with a bitter taste in your mouth, nose scrunching up in a grimace as you put the boxes down, Gemma chuckling lightly “yeah, but I doubt you’ll have any trouble, if you do, just do what I taught you” she said and put a hand on her hip as she leaned against a wall, watching you organize the boxes and taking stock of what alcohol you had and didn’t have “go for the face, elbow in the tits” you said and Gemma chuckled again “that’s my girl” she praised, walking out of the storage room with you. You smiled at Chibs and walked over again, leaning down and kissing him, one of his hands gently cupping your cheek as you parted “I’m going to go get some booze for the party, we’ve run out of whiskey” you said and Chibs smirked “what have I done to deserve ya lass?” he asked lovingly and you chuckled “want alphabetically or chronologically ordered lists?” you asked jokingly and Chibs leaned up and kissed you again, completely forgetting that the guys were watching, though Tigs was watching with more interest than he should have, but luckily he looked away just when Chibs parted from you, so he wouldn’t see him staring. Chibs lightly smacked your ass “alright, on yer way” he said and you scoffed “careful, I might buy irish” you said and Chibs looked annoyed “no irish!” he shouted after you as you went to your car, a big grin on your lips. “Hate the way it fuckin’ tastes” Chibs muttered, eyes still on you as you got in your car and drove away, Jax smirking at him as well as Clay, making Chibs frown confused “wha’?” he asked and Jax exchanged a look with Clay and laughed “you better marry her soon, or I will” he joked and Chibs scoffed “ye got Tara” he pointed out and Jax laughed, Juice and Chibs joined in but Tigs just looked slightly sour.

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You sighed as you carried the box of Scotch Whiskey to your car, putting it on the floor of the car in the back seat and making sure the box wouldn’t fall or slide too much from side to side while you drove. “Help! Someone please help!” a woman screamed, catching your attention, you frowned at her and quickly hurried over after locking your car “what’s the problem?” you asked, she looked frantic, horrified even. “T-There’s this g-guy and h-he’s bleeding and my phone is dead and I don’t think he’s breathing!” she said as she moved into an alley, you right behind her as you handed her your phone, running the way she was pointing “call an ambulance!” you called and ran into the alley she had pointed towards, only to be found with nothing. Some big trash cans but otherwise nothing, no one was here. “Fuck” you mumbled, turning around only to come face to face with a white man, a peace tattoo almost right on his throat and suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your gut. You didn’t even hear the shot until after, or maybe you just didn’t register it until you looked down at your bleeding stomach. Your eyes widened and you stumbled ever so slightly back, looking at the guy as he just walked away, leaving you to die. You felt your eyes water, your chest felt as though you could barely breathe, you didn’t even whimper, it was like you had been kicked in the chest, all air knocked out of you as you supported yourself against a wall, leaning against it as you walked out of the alley. You let out a small cry as you fell once the wall ended, the hard ground scraping your skin as you let out a small whimper when you tried to crawl further onto the walkway. You didn’t have the energy to call out, to cry for help, all you could do was clutch your gut and cry silently.

You closed your eyes tightly as you tried to deal with the pain, not seeing a person running towards you, you only noticed them when they tilted you onto your back and pressed down on your stomach, causing you to cry out at the pain it caused. You opened your eyes to find Hale, looking down at you as he was saying something but you were too caught up in the pain, tears rolling down your cheeks as he lifted you up so your head was on his shoulder, his hand still pressing down on your stomach. “It’s alright, you’re alright” he whispered, holding you close to him as you cried “help is on the way, I promise, just stay with me” he whispered, feeling how cold your skin was, his frown deepening as he looked around him frantically, sirens blaring in the distance “t-tattoo…” you whimpered, Hale frowning down at you “what?” he asked and you cried as you felt another wave of burning pain rush through you “he had a t-tattoo” you whimpered and lifted a bloody hand where you had seen the tattoo “a p-peace-” you were cut off as you felt Hale shift as the paramedics arrived, Hale being forced to move out of the way as they took over, but he stayed by your side. “Peace? A tattoo with ‘Peace’ on it?” he asked desperately and you whimpered as you shook your head when they lifted you up on the stretcher “n-no, s-symbol” you managed, Hale nodding as they put you in the ambulance, getting up in it without another word, holding your bloody hand as the ambulance drove off.

“You’re okay, you’re okay” he whispered and you couldn’t help but chuckle through the tears and pain, the pain fading into a cold sensation, a numb feeling that you barely registered “y-you’re a t-terrib-ble liar” you said through tears, Hale scoffing as he forced a smile for your sake “only when it’s with you” he said and you smiled weakly “I-I k-k-know” you stuttered, wincing in pain as the ambulance made it over a bump, shaking you body. Everything felt like glass, as though you were so close to breaking apart into a million pieces. You opened your eyes again and looked at Hale “C-Chibs… h-he d-d-doesn’t know, they’re g-getting re-ready for Bobby’s-.... Bobby’s party” you stuttered out and Hale sighed “I’ll call him, get him from the club myself, but only once you’re okay” he said and you nodded, eyes closing without your permission “I l-love him, H-Hale… I wish…. wish we could’ve been married… I’ve always wanted to wear one of those big dresses… all white… all pretty for him” you slurred with a blissful smile at the image you saw before you, you in a white dress, walking towards Chibs with a bouquet of flowers in your hands, an adoring look in his eyes, nerves fluttering in your stomach with excitement, the image was enough to dull out the pain, your head tilting slightly to one side, the monitor you were hooked up to gave a flat line as Hale watched in horror, holding your cold hand as you were no longer gripping it, the paramedic beginning CPR while Hale just sat there, eyes wide with horror, tears slowly forming in his eyes as he watched your pale, lifeless body as it moved whenever the paramedic pushed harshly on your chest. Hale flinched as the heart monitor began to beep again, but you didn’t wake up, it was as though you were already dead.

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Hale got out of his car and slowly approached the group that was outside. Jax, Clay, Tigs, Juice, Chibs and Gemma, all talking until they saw a blood covered Hale walk over, eyes on the ground as if he didn’t dare look at them “jesus, Hale, the fuck happened to you?” Jax asked but his joking demeanor faded as Hale just looked directly at Chibs “(Y/N)... she was shot, I was in the ambulance with her a-and she flatlined and-” he could barely finish his sentence, Chibs pushing past him, getting on his bike and driving off at full speed, most definitely over the speed-limit, leaving them all there as Hale just stood there, Gemma approaching him, taking in his shocked state “is she alive? Is my baby girl alive?” she asked quickly with worry and he nodded “the paramedics brought her back… she’s in surgery, but I promised her I’d get Chibs as soon as I could...” he said and Gemma nodded, looking over her shoulder at the rest of the group, all of them horrified at the prospect of losing you.

The rest of the club met Chibs at the hospital, his leg bouncing as he sat in a chair, staring at the ground, occasionally getting up whenever a doctor walked by, only to sit back down, just as disappointed as the last time a doctor walked by. Jax approached and sat down next to him, sighing heavily “Hale told me what happened… she’s gonna make it, she’s strong. She pulled herself out of an alley with a gut wound and then managed to tell who did it, no way in hell she’s dying on us” he said and Chibs looked at him with tears in his eyes, Jax pulling him into a tight hug. Clay sat on the other side of Chibs and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, patting it in a comforting manner.

The entire group spent the next ten hours waiting, stiff as a board whenever a doctor walked by, only to go back to the agonizing waiting time. Finally, a doctor walked up to them, blood covering their scrubs and Chibs instantly stood up, approaching him with a frown on his face “(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” he asked and Chibs nodded, the doctor sighing “stopping the bleeding and making sure she didn’t bleed out was by far the toughest thing about this surgery, she was in pretty bad shape but she pulled through, we’ve induced her in a medical coma so she can heal properly, it was a difficult wound to operate on. She will be in the coma for a few days, maybe a week, if everything goes according to the plan, you can be there when we take her out of the medically induced coma, though only the closest family” he informed and without thinking Chibs just spoke “Can I see ‘er now?” he asked desperately and the doctor sighed “yes, but she’s still out. I’ll lead you to her room” he said and turned, hearing multiple footsteps, turning once again to see the entire group following him, stopping abruptly as he stopped, waiting impatiently for him to continue walking once more to lead them to your room. The doctor hesitated but seeing the patches they were carrying, the name, he let them follow him to your room even though it broke procedure. He let them inside and took in the group, these dangerous bikers, all watching your unconscious form with immense worry, it made a small smile form on his lips. “You’ll have to be gone by visiting hours” he informed and left the room. Chibs instantly held your hand, noticing some dried blood on your throat, a circle with three sloppy lines inside of it. Chibs got up and leaned closer, still holding your hand with one while pointing at the symbol with the other “the fuck is this?” he asked quietly, Jax walking over and leaning closer, narrowing his eyes before looking up at Chibs with a small smirk. “Hale said she identified her attacker via a tattoo… she must have drawn this while she was still conscious, this has to be where the tattoo she saw was… told you she was strong” Jax informed, Gemma walking closer to see the bloodied spot, her entire body nearly shaking with anger at the sight of you unconscious, wounded and barely hanging on by a thread. “Baby? Ge-” Gemma left the room before Clay could finish, hurrying down the hallway as quickly as her heels allowed her, heading for the pediatric section when she finally found her. “Gemma? What’s happened? Are you-”

“Someone shot (Y/N)... someone shot my girl, Tara, and I don’t trust these pussy doctors not to fuck things up, you know how she feels about hospitals, all they’ll do if she panics is dope her up on whatever the hell they’ve got and you and I both know what that’ll do to her, these doctors don’t know who they’re dealing with, it’ll be shit for her” Gemma hissed in anger, Tara frowning at her before realizing the gravity of the situation. “Oh my god… oh my god! Is she alright?”

“She pulled through surgery… she saw his tattoo and drew it on herself with her own fucking blood to identify him, Tara” Gemma whispered in a harsh tone, Tara thinking things over before nodding to herself, walking into the empty chapel with Gemma and sitting down. “Oh my god… Did Hale get a description?”

“Yeah… you gotta look after her, these damn doctors don’t know shit, she hates hospitals, Tara… she’ll freak out when she wakes up and they’ll try to drug her and it’ll only freak her out even more” Gemma muttered in anger, Tara nodding softly “it’s okay, I’ll check in on her as much as possible, I promise…” Tara whispered, Gemma nodding after a second or two of silence before turning around to walk back into the hospital room where you were laying.

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The steady sounds of the heart monitor beeping was like a headache that wouldn’t go away, it’d disappear for a second only to come back. “Turn it off” you slurred, wincing a little as you tried to move, your eyes opening to look up at Chibs who smiled down at you with tired eyes. “Hey there, love” he whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead, lingering there before pressing his forehead against yours, eyes closed as his breath wavered when he took in a breath of air. “Where am I?” you slurred, looking around with a frown as Chibs sat back down at your side, holding one of your hands “yer in the hospital, love, ya got shot…” Chibs murmured, a frown on your brow as you began to remember things before passing out. “Blonde, good ass…” you slurred, Chibs frowning at you with confusion. “The woman… blonde bob-cut hair, practically the perfect image of a daddy’s girl, good ass from what I saw… she was-... screaming for help, saying some guy was bleeding in an alley and that her phone was-... fucking shit I gave her my phone” you cursed in a slurred voice as you remembered, Chibs unable to not smile, gently shaking his head at you “that’s the first thing yer worried about? Yer damn phone?” he asked with amusement, a tired smirk on your lips as you looked at him “hey, I got some very private texts and pictures on that phone from my old man, I don’t want some blonde skank to go through my phone” you murmured, Chibs chuckling lightly. “How long has it been? Has Bobby gotten out yet?”

“Aye, ‘bout three weeks ago, love, but don’t you worry ‘bout that now, eh? Want you to heal properly-”

“Fuck that, I can’t stand that goddamn heart monitor, get me out of here-”

“Love-”

“I’m serious, get me out of here, I’ll sleep at the clubhouse, I have Tara’s number, I’m good-”

“I ain’t, ‘m not lettin’ yer outta this hospital before yer ready to do somersaults, love…”

“You’re going to wait a very long time because I couldn’t even do that before I got shot, I can’t do it with my fat ass” you joked lightly, Chibs smirking as he leaned over you, lips hovering over yours “aye, and what an arse it is” he purred, smirking when he heard the heart monitor indicate your heart rate going up. “Careful, I thought you wanted me to heal?”

“Aye, I do, but you’d have trouble bein’ careful too if you could see that arse of yours” Chibs whispered softly and dear god you were suddenly very aware at the lack of underwear these damn hospitals forced people to endure, a thin hospital gown really being the only clothing you had on. “Jesus Christ, Chibs… get me out of here” you whispered softly, pleading with him, Chibs gently shaking his head “not till yer ready-”

“Fillip, please, I’m good, I-”

“Ya have a hole through yer gut, love… yer alright in ‘ere, Happy’s alright with stayin’ guard while I’m not ‘ere” Chibs informed, a small sigh leaving you as you let yourself fall back down on your pillow “great, now I’m being guarded-”

“You were targeted, love… we got some idea who it was but we’ve never dealt with this type of shite before, ‘sides, Gemma’s been all weird as well, screamed at Clay ‘n kicked his bike-”

“Holy shit, I thought you said I’ve only been out for three weeks?”

“Ya have, love… shite’s fallin’ apart without yer, ‘bout a week after yer got shot, Gem’s got into an accident” Chibs’ voice was soft as he held your hand in his, a sigh leaving you as you closed your eyes and shook your head softly. Your free hand moved under the covers, feeling under your gown around your wound before nodding to yourself. “I wanna go home, Chibby… I don’t want to be here, it’s too-…”

“I know, love, I know. But ya ain’t healed yet-”

“Rick Grimes was good after a week or so” you shot back, Chibs shaking his head and smirking at you “yer ain’t Rick Grimes, love” he pointed out and you groaned “ain’t that the truth” you mumbled to yourself before forcing yourself to sit up, your heart monitor beeping like a fire alarm until you pulled the thing off your finger and those weird sticky things off your chest and ribs, Chibs moving around the bed to try and get you to lay down. “Love, yer ain’t-”

“Safe here, that’s what I’m not. I’m not safe here… the garage is basically a fortress, Chibs, I’m safer there. It’s been three weeks, it’s okay” you mumbled softly, cupping his scarred cheeks in your hands before standing up, wincing ever so slightly, Chibs reluctantly helping you up and holding you as you found your footing. Suddenly the door opened and Tigs popped in, mouth open like he was about to say something, until he saw your ass hanging out of the backless hospital gown. “I uh-... I’m-... like-... totally hard right now-”

“Get the fuck out yer creep” Chibs shouted, Tigs nodding, almost out of the door when he opened it back up with a small wince, knowing he was treading on thin ice. “Just wanted to say-... Jax needs you” he stated before hurrying out of the room before the Scottsman could slaughter him like a damn pig. You couldn’t help but shake your head and chuckle at Tig, he’d always been weird, you knew that, but he’d also always had a small thing for you since you returned to Charming from abroad the first time, either he was very, very attracted to you or he had a small crush on you, though you weren’t even sure if those things were separate when it came to Tig.

“Help me get dressed?” you asked softly, Chibs looking back down at you with soft eyes “aye, but I still ain’t sure ‘bout you leavin’” he voiced before hesitantly letting go of you on the bed to get a bag Gemma had packed for you for when you got released. “I know but-... I’m not a fan of hospitals, you know that. They freak me out and I can’t get better if I’m freaked out, right? That’s what doctors say? Lots of rest and all that? I can’t relax here…” you murmured, Chibs nodding with a soft sigh as he knew you were putting it lightly “I know love…” he looked up at you, kissing your bare leg as he helped you put your clothes on and get out of the hospital gown. “Hey, Tiggy!!” you called as you pulled your shirt down your body, being mostly clothed by now, the curly haired man entering with wide eyes, probably hoping to get another look at your ass. “Check me out, will ya? And I might let you see my ankles” you joked but Tig groaned like he was unbelievably turned on by your words, making you chuckle “absolutely, doll, whatever you want” he groaned, Chibs scoffing and glaring at him, making him nod and leave the room once more.

“Yer ankles?” Chibs asked amused, a smile forming on your face as you shrugged “you know, back in the day, seeing a lady’s ankles were the equivalent to porn or public sex” you stated casually, Chibs raising a teasing eyebrow at you as he was kneeling in front of you on one knee, his hands on your thighs, thumbs softly rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of your pants. “Yer sayin’ ya’d star in porn fer ‘im?” Chibs asked teasingly, a smirk forming on your lips as you leaned down, your lips brushing against his teasingly “for Tiggy? No, only for you, love” you whispered, giving him a quick kiss, hearing him groan quietly “yer’ll be the death of me, love” he murmured and you chuckled lightly before accepting his help to stand up, Tara nearly bursting through the door with Tiggy following. “Sorry, I tried to stop her-”

“You can’t check out yet, (Y/N), you’re not stable enou-”

“I’m stable enough to stand and walk, hell, even go down on my old man, I’m good” you spouted out, wincing and holding the side of your gut as you walked past her, Tig groaning quietly before following after you and Chibs, Tara hurrying after you. “You can’t sign out, you’re still healing-”

“Give me an AMA form and I’ll sign out against medical advice, I don’t-” you sighed and looked around, almost as though you were embarrassed, leaning closer to Tara with a frown “I don’t-... I don’t like hospitals, okay? And I don’t like doctors a-and nurses a-and all this medical shit” you whispered quietly, Tara sighing as she gently shook her head at you “I can’t in good confidence sign you out, (Y/N)... I-”

“Good luck tryin’ to get through to ‘er, doc, she won’t stay, my Old Lady’s not stayin’ ‘ere if she don’t want to, ‘n she don’t… don’t think a damn army could stop ‘er” Chibs admitted quietly, Tara sighing before getting the necessary papers that you had to sign, stating you were leaving against medical advice. Once that was signed, you let out a heavy sigh as you stepped out of the hospital, eyes closed for a brief moment “let’s go home, love” Chibs stated softly, wrapping an arm carefully around you as he walked towards the T.M truck, Tig getting on his own bike.

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