NejemDalca: Yo! Alright, so I've recently become terribly addicted to Sons of Anarchy [though I'm only on season two...] and have decided to start a...one-shot(esque) fan-fic about the show, more importanly Filip "Chibs" Telford ['cause who doesn't love a Scottsman?].
The chapters will be named after, and based off of, the episodes [anything else will be under 'Filler' or something of the like], and will be titled in parts.

10 - BETTER HALF:

"I'm sorry, Pheobe, but for reasons I can't bring to you at the moment, you no longer have the license to teach, and so you no longer have the right to work at this school. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, baby?" I almost cried. I'd just lost the job that I'd held for sixteen years, because of that ATF bitch.

"Gemma, do you think you could pick me up?" I felt pathetic sitting there on the sidewalk.

"Of course, baby. You at the school?"

"Yeah... Thanks, Gem," I pulled the phone away from my ear and closed it, setting it on the sidewalk and putting my head in my hands.

"Shocking, isn't it? Losing a job," ATF Agent June Stahl sat down to my left, sipping at a cup of coffee. "If you had just told me what I wanted to know, this," she gestured behind us to the school building, "might not have happened."

"What exactly do you have against the club, huh? What the hell did anyone do to you? To have you get off on making our lives a complete Hell?"

The smug grin she wore almost made me deck her. This bitch had gotten me fired and I was going to make sure she knew how pissed I was.

"Pheobe!" Turning to the street, I watched Gemma's black Cadillac pull up. Without another glance at Stahl, I stood and walked to Gemma's car.

SOA

"So what happened?" In the bar area of the clubhouse I had waited for nearly an hour for the boys to get out of their meeting. Now, though, I sat on a bar stool, twirling a half empty bottle of beer in my hands as Clay, Gemma, Tig, Jax and Chibs situated themselves around me.

"Damn ATF bitch went to the school and lost me my job. I don't know how but..." I shook my head, sighing. "Said if I had ratted on the club it might not've happened. Damn bitch."

Clay stepped forward, resting his elbow on the bar. "You saying she's come at you before?"

"Unfortunately. Came to the house about three days ago, asking all these questions about you guys."

"And what'd you tell her?"

I shook my head, staring up at him with hard eyes. "Not a damn thing. Shut the door in her face," Clay nodded and backed off, grabbing his own beer and popping the top off before taking a swig.

"Love," I tilted my head back and grinned as Chibs leaned over the bar. Grabbing his hand, I tangled our fingers together.

SOA