This is the second story that's been cooking for a while. I'm in "Team Chibs" all the way so this was planned as a Chibs/OC romance but unlike other stories, I can only see bits and pieces of their story and still don't have a clear idea where I want it to go, so your comments, ideas would be great (that is if you think it has potential at all).

Like I said earlier, if you like this "pilot" I'll continue with it. If not, I'll give it up. So, please, let me know either way.

Oh, and since "Dara" got like 16 follows and half a dozen reviews in less than 24 hours - which is so great and thank you, thank you, thank you - I'll continue with it. This one - we'll see.

I don't own Sons of anarchy.

She saw him stumbling along the road, holding the back of his head. She almost drove away, not wanting to be robbed or worse if she stopped in the middle of the night on some dark road, when her headlights shone on him and she saw the cut and realised he was Samcro.

Don't be stupid Cora, you don't want to mess with that lot, she told herself and drove a few yards and then stoped and went back.

The guy was hurt, she saw the blood dripping all over his leather vest and a patch "sgt-at-arms". Cora rolled the window down, making sure her gun was close. "Need a lift?"

The guy winced from pain when he bent down to check her out. "Yeah, love. That would be nice", he said slowly, like he wasn't sure if she was for real.

"Well, get in then. Unless you want to bleed out", Cora leaned to open the door and waited until he got in, grunting and cursing under his breath.

The light in the car enabled her to take a proper look at her passenger. He was tall, hair slid back from his face, graying at the temples,goatee. He looked menacing but at the same time she felt safe around him. And the accent combined with a deep voice helped.

"I guess hospital is out of question", Cora turned on the engine.

"Aha", he nodded and hissed "shit" holding the cut at the back of his head. It was bleeding, but not too much.

"I'm not in the mood to drive you all the way to Charming. You'll ruing my car seats bleeding like that. I live close by so lets get you fixed there"

He looked at her surprised. "Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you? This could have been a trap to mug you".

Cora smiled. "Sergeant, you can't walk, let alone attack me. Plus, you're Samcro. And whatever you guys are, rapists you ain't".

He smirked and mumbled something Cora didn't catch. "Well, I'm not a rapist and I;m grateful for your help, love",he finally said and closed his eyes, feeling sick.

She noticed that. "Try not to puke in the car. The blood is already bad enough".

"I'll do my best", he answered through clenched teeth making Cora smile.

She took the narrow road and pulled in front of a small house, surrounded by trees and flowers. He knew they were somewhere north of Charming, but was so sick and disoriented he couldn't tell where.

"Come Sergeant, let's get you inside", he took his hand and led him like a child into her home. She sat him in her kitchen and began cleaning the wound. Frankie hit him good on the head and he could literary feel the split skin under his fingers.

Cora slapped his fingers when he touched the wound. "Stop that! Jesus, you want an infection on top of the cut and concussion?"

"Don't fret love. I have a thick head",he said and hissed when she began cleaning the wound.

She worked fast and soon he was all cleaned and bandaged. "Ok Sergeant. Now, bathroom and then bed"

"What?! I;m not staying here"

She put her hands on her hips, one eyebrow sky high. "Don't worry, I wont try to use you", she mocked and began laughing when she saw the bad boy biker turn red.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up and set you up on the couch. You can't go anywhere tonight".

She helped him to the bathroom, sat him on the toiled seat and cleaned his face and neck from the caked blood and dirt. She took off his cut, shirt and T and his boots and covered him with a blanket. "There you go, snug as a bug", Cora grinned and went for the light when he grabbed her hand.

"Thank you..."

"Cora".

"Thank you Cora"

"You're welcome Sergeant"

"Chibs"

"Sergeant Chibs",she smiled and went out.
...

He woke up the next day with a major headache. At first he couldn't remember where he was. The room was cozy place filled with books, photographs, flowers. It looked artsy, like the photos from the "house and garden" magazine, but not fake.

"Morning Sergeant Chibs"

Cora was standing at the door, two mugs in her hand. She was wearing jeans and an old, faded AC/DC shirt. When she sat on the table in front of him, he finally looked at her. Long, black hair, green,almost cat like eyes, thick dark eyebrows. She wasn't so pretty as she was unusual.

"How's the head",she asked and motioned with her hand for him to lean,so she could take a look.

He could feel the warmth of her body when she leaned forward and smell some powdery scent on the night before, her fingers were fast and gentile. She cupped his chin and lifted his head,lines around her eyes a bit more visible.

"Looks good Sergeant Chibs"

He smiled at her. "That's me. Mr Thickhead". Cora smiled back. "Come on. I'll give you a lift back to town"

They didn't talk much in the car but the silence wasn't awkward and Chibs was sorry when the ride ended in front of TM. He saw Tig and Juice run to him, shouting and cheering and turned to Cora to say goodbye.

"Thank you Cora"

"No problem", she nodded. "Take care of yourself Chibs".

She was gone before he could say anything else and he watched her truck disappear, suddenly feeling blue.