Author's Note: Hello! This is my first SOA fanfic and I kind of forgot to upload it here to for a few days. I am over on AO3 under the name HannibalWhore24. I almost always upload stories there first and then over here right after, so anything that is up there is will be up here. Anyway, my SOA fics will be almost always about the interactions and relationships of certain SAMCRO members rather than the gun running stuff. Alrighty, enough talking. Enjoy the fic!

Stormy Weather

The alarm went off at 7 o'clock and Chibs inwardly cursed the cruel bastard who invented alarm clocks in the first place. Not moving except to rub a hand over his eyes, he blearily looked over at his two bed mates.

One was Juice, the computer genius of their little family. Chibs, in his defense, hadn't grown up with things like that.

His parents, well his mam, had struggled to put food on the table for him and his two siblings. His father had given up everything except the bottle by the time his only son was 9.

[Flashback]

Life growing up would have gone to complete shite if his mother hadn't worked herself to the bone, something Chibs would always be grateful, and guilty, for.

He'd been, not to put too fine a point on it, a prick in his younger years.

Fights in school, skipping classes and drinking himself silly with his friends were his favorite things to do as a 10-15 year old.

Not the worst things he had done, but between him and his father's asshole tendencies, his mam's hair went gray a lot quicker than it should have.

All of that changed the day he came home from school two weeks after his fifteenth birthday. He'd walked through the front door of their house and discovered all the lights were out.

That had happened a few times before what with unpaid electricity bills a somewhat regular occurrence in their household.

He'd tried the living room light just for the hell of it and was surprised when the bare light bulb flickered to life.

His surprise changed to something else when he saw his mam sitting on the couch. Her head was bowed, her hair a lank curtain in front of her face. Her shoulders were shaking.

The tall, lanky teen slowly approached her and without touching her, kneeled down.

Seeming to sense someone else in the room, she lifted her head. Chib's eyes widened. Her face was bloody, lip split and dark bruising covered the right eye from the temple to the tip of her jaw.

She spoke through the blood and tears, telling him not to worry about it. He didn't mean it, and she would be fine.

Chibs stood and narrowed his eyes. He looked down the hall to where his parents' room was. The door was slightly ajar but he could smell the goddamned alcohol wafting out of the room. The light was off and he heard snoring.

Gently breaking the grip his mother had on his sleeve, he quietly made his way down the hall and entered the room.

His father was passed out drunk and spread eagle on the bed. A bottle of Jack was spilling its contents onto the sheet near his father's lax hand.

Chibs stood there for five minutes before coming to a decision. Pulling a match from his pocket, he always had them on his person for cigarettes, he lit one and deliberately dropped it onto the edge of the bed.

The family had lost the apartment and the look in his mam's eyes still broke is heart to this day but he knew they were going to be okay.

Along with school problems, he'd gotten into drug dealing and a few other things. He'd saved enough that they could move into another apartment if they'd need to.

It might be a shit hole, but it would now be without the man who died in agony, screaming while he got what he deserved.

[End of flashback]

Chibs closed his eyes tight, memories of what happened after too goddamned painful flashing in his head. Besides, the other bedmate, the fluffier one, was making itself known.

End Notes: This fic will start pretty dark and maybe have another dark spot but mostly I am aiming for light hearted grumpy Chibs and happy Juice. I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!