A/N: Ok, so this wasn't how it was originally, But it's twelve thirty at night, and I'm tired, so I'm not gonna waste time trying to split it up into the right chapters. The next three or four (not sure) are still exact copies from the original I have saved on her, with the author's notes and everything, so... yeah.

Chibs grinned at Sabina over the table. When she seen his look, she rolled her eyes.

"Jesus, ya are incorrigible," She said with a laugh, taking a sip of her coffee, before returning her attention to the paper.

"No, I'm insatiable," Chibs corrected with a laugh.

"Ah, is that it," She said absently, clearly ignoring him again.

"You are a cruel woman, Sabina Leigh," He said with a pout, walking over to the coffee pot and pouring himself a cup.

"Aye. It's the Irish in me," She said with a grin, still not looking up from the paper. "Hey, that… Zobelle man came into the diner last night."

Chibs froze. "Did he now?"

"Aye. Left me a twenty dollar tip," She said cheekily. "Wonder if the skin 'ead knows I'm ya girl."

"You stay away from him, Sabina," Chibs said warningly. "That man is dangerous. We're still not sure how we're gonna handle him."

She rolled her eyes, as she leaned backwards in the chair to give him a kiss. "Come on, Luv. I'm nae exactly stupid. I can 'andle me self."

Chibs shook his head as he sat back down. "Aye, I know you can. But Zobell an' his crew don't play fair. We've checked into some of the other places they've been in; car bombs, back alley murders, arson… An' their specialty is goin' after families."

She shrugged as she finally set the paper down. "So what ya are sayin' is… It's the American version of the IRA."

Chibs sighed. "Críona… For once… Please… Act like you actually are human, and play it safe."

She smiled as she patted his hand. "C'mon, luv. Give me some credit. I ain't stupid."

"Stupid, no. A wee bit careless… Well, that's another story."

"Oh shut up. C'mon. I 'ave ta be gettin' ta work," She said, playfully swatting him on the head as she headed towards the front door.

Chibs rolled his eyes. "Ya know, one of these days, you need ta get a fuckin' license," He grumbled. "Twenty seven years old, an' I still have ta drive you everywhere."

She laughed. "Aye, but think of all the time we get to spend together."

"Oh yeah. Like a leech to the ballsack," He said with a laugh at her indignant look.

"Oh, an' 'ere I was thinkin' ya liked me attached ta ya balls. Guess I was wrong," She said with a smile and a shrug.

"Hey now, it was a joke!"

"Oh no, Filip," She said teasingly. "It's too late for that."

Sabina sighed as she waited on the bench out front. She had half an hour before Chibs was supposed to come pick her up, since she'd gotten out early. Not a lot of people had been coming to the diner since the skin heads had made it their luncheon place.

Her face twisted in concern a bit as she picked up her bag, deciding to walk to Teller-Morrow. Up until that day, Zobelle had acted like he had no idea who she was, laughing and trying to joke with her, always leaving her huge tips. But that day, he had been relatively silent. Him and his cronies had only smiled creepily at her, smiles that set her hair on end. Maybe Chibby was right, and she should take some time off from the diner. She hated to do it –it wasn't like Mrs. Harris had a lot of workers left, since three of the waitresses had quit –but contrary to what Chibs seemed to think, she knew when she was pushing –

Out of nowhere, an explosion rocked the ground underneath her. Down the block, she could see smoke rolling out of what could only be Teller-Morrow automotive. Her first instinct had been to duck, and get underneath something, but when she seen the huge plume of smoke rolling lazily into the sky, she sped towards it, moving as fast as her short legs could carry her.

Less than twenty seconds later, she skidded inside the gates, to see everyone kneeling on the ground, next to what she could only presume was a club member. But she didn't see the one person she was looking for. It couldn't be…

"Chibs!" She screamed, running towards the group. "Filip!"

"Oh shit!" Jax swore. "Opie, get her outta here!"

"Filip!" The Irish woman screamed again, yanking desperately to get towards Chibs.

"Sabina, calm down! We got a medic on the way!"

"Fuck ya! Let go of me! Filip!"

Gemma left Chibs' side for the first time, and stomped over to Sabina.

"Calm the fuck down!" She snapped, slapping the younger woman hard across the face. "Unless you've gotta fuckin' doctor degree hidin' somewhere in that little head, you can't help him! Tara's doin' everything she can!"

"Filip!" Sabina sobbed, finally collapsing in Opie's arms. "Oh Jesus."

"Opie, load her in my mom's car. Mom, get her to the hospital," Jax ordered as the ambulance pulled in. "We'll meet you there."

Gemma nodded, and followed Opie at a jog over to her car.

"You want me to go with you?" Opie asked, glancing at Sabina who was still sobbing in his arms.

Gemma yanked the passenger door open. "No. Just get her loaded. We'll meet you guys there."

Jax sighed as he walked into the hospital room. Chibs had been out of surgery for almost three hours now, but Gemma had told him to give Sabina some time alone with him. Jax didn't understand –hell, the man was unconscious – but it was one of those times he knew better than to argue with his mom.

"Woah, woah, woah!" He exclaimed, as Sabina shot up from the chair, gun in hand. "Jesus, what's wrong with you!"

Sabina shrugged, unapologetic. "Ya startled me a wee bit, Jackie boy."

"Christ, you do that to the doctors?"

She smiled darkly. "Only the ones I do nae recognize. What's the news?"

Jax sighed again as he plopped down in the chair. "Nothin' yet. We know it was a car bomb. That's about it. You holdin' up ok?"

Sabina nodded. "Aye. Sorry 'bout me meltdown earlier. Been a long time since somethin' like that's 'appened."

Jax shrugged. "Hey, no worries; we all kinda freaked," He admitted. "Wasn't expectin' it."

"That's kinda the point of a car bomb," Sabina said sardonically. "Find out who the vehicle was registered to?"

"It wasn't. Cops found it on the side of the road, called us to tow it. Figure Chibs armed the timer when he tried to start it."

"Zobelle?"

"That'd be my guess. Although Tig brought up a good point. Could it have been the IRA?"

"It's their style, I'll grant ya that much. But I doubt it. The IRA needs the Sons. Ya are their main buyer on this side of the ocean. Would nae risk pissin' ya off. Plus, if they were gonna go after Filip, they would nae 'ave used a car bomb at the shop. Too iffy. No guarantee who would set the damn thing off. 'Sides, they 'ave nae bothered him this long, no reason to try now. No, it 'ad ta be Zobelle," She said firmly.

"We're gonna get him, Sabina."

"I know ya will. But do nae be stupid about it, Jackie boy. This Zobelle… 'e's a very smart man. If it was 'im, 'e'll be ready an' waitin' for ya ta strike back. Ya need ta put aside ya beef with Clay long enough to sit down an' come up with a plan."

Jax face hardened. "You don't understand."

"Oh no, I understand pretty damn well, Jax. I know what 'e did. I know 'bout Donna."

"You… how?" He asked, stunned.

Sabina walked over towards Chibs, brushing her fingers across his face. "I grew up in the IRA, Jax. I know 'ow these things work. Does nae take a genius ta figure it out. But I'm askin' ya ta put it aside, long enough to get Zobelle. Afterwards… 'ell, never much cared for Clay," She said darkly.

"Does… Does Chibs know about Donna?"

Sabina shrugged. "Probably. If I could figure it out, 'e could."

"Then why aren't you two –"

"Why aren't we 'elpin' ya? Why aren't we tearin' the club apart at the seams? Two reasons, Jackie boy. Firstly, ya 'ave no proof. An' Opie will nae believe it without proof. Secondly… I would 'ave done the same thing."

"But ATF set –"

"Does nae matter. If it looks like a rat, ya do nae wait around for it ta chew through your 'ome before killin' it."

"But you know Opie! You know he wouldn't do that!" Jax exclaimed.

Sabina sighed as she sat down. "Jax… I 'ope ya never become president, boyo. I'm sorry, but I don't. Ya are too soft 'earted for it. Someone tol' me once… There are two types o' people ya always suspect: the desperate, an' the ones who talk loud 'bout their innocence. Opie was both. Donna wanted 'im out, 'is bills were pilin' up… For an organization ta function… Ya need ta make the tough calls. The ones ya do nae want ta make."

"So you would have killed Op," Jax said angrily, standing up, and glaring at her.

"Aye. I would 'ave killed you if it looked like ya 'ad ratted. It's the nature of things, Jackie Boy."

"Christ. Do you have a heart somewhere?" He spat, walking towards the door.

"I did a long time ago, Jax. Then someone close ta me shot it out. Ya just remember that."

Jax stopped. Without turning to look at her, he said, "Sometimes, I really pity you, Sabina."

With that, he quietly left.

Tara sighed as she walked in, and seen Sabina sleeping in a chair by the bed, head resting near Chibs' hand.

"You know, you should go home at some point,"

Almost before she'd opened her mouth, Sabina was awake, and had her gun trained on her. Just as quickly, she'd tucked it away, smiling half-heartedly.

"You know, some of the other doctors are getting a little upset about that," Tara said with a smile. In all reality, all but one of the nurses was pushing to have her banned from the hospital. Fortunately, Tara was high enough up the food chain to keep that from happening.

"Aye. Sorry, doc, just a wee bit tired."

"You realize if you shoot someone, they're gonna arrest you, right?"

Sabina rubbed her eyes, sitting up slowly. "Do nae worry, Doc. I do nae shoot unless I'm sure of the target."

"You really think Zobelle is gonna try and finish the job?" Tara asked skeptically. "I mean… It's a hospital. And he doesn't have the element of surprise anymore."

"Tara, someone just tried ta blow up my man. Nearly fuckin' killed 'im. I think I'm entitled to a wee bit of paranoia."

"Sabina… you're exhausted. You've been here for sixteen hours. Plus your shift before that. Makes for what, almost twenty five hours?"

"Did nae sleep much last night. Or the night before. What time is it?"

"Almost noon."

"Ah. Do nae worry your pretty little 'ead, Doc. I've gone a 'ell of a lot longer without sleep. Can do forty eight 'ours standin' on me 'ead."

"Sabina –"

"I'm fine, doc. I ain't leavin'," Sabina said, her voice going cold. "So let it fuckin' go."

"Alright. I'm not tryin' to get you upset, I'm just trying to help. Just relax. Nobody's gonna make you leave."

"Damn fuckin' right they're not!" Sabina exclaimed, jumping out of the chair. "I will nae fuckin' go!"

Tara sighed as she glanced at Chibs' medical chart. "Sabina, you need to calm down. Otherwise they will make you leave, and short of killing everyone, they'll do it. So just relax, alright?"

Sabina nodded slowly, rubbing her eyes as she sat back down. "Ya know… Back in Ireland, they still make America out ta be this… golden land. Where people shit rainbows an' fuckin' puppies, ya know? I mean… I know that bad shit can 'appen anywhere. But did nae expect a fuckin' car bomb. Not 'ere. I expect a Mayan deal gone wrong… Accident on the road… But not this. Not 'ere."

"I don't know, Sabina. I'm new to all this, so I'm just as lost as you. If not more so. At least… you understand all of this. The club… Being an old lady. I'm so out far of my element, I feel like I've come from Jupiter or some shit."

"Aye. 'Ad a lot o' background in this. Sometimes, I think we forget where ya come from. Most o' us… This is all we've known. Jax, Opie, an' me were born ta this shit. An' the others… They been doin' it so long, don't know nothin' else. Ta be 'onest, Doc… Don't know why ya came back."

Tara looked at her in surprise as she plopped down in another chair. "But you just said…"

Sabina sighed, and sat back slowly. "I've been in this life so long… Ya know, I made my first kill when I was eleven? Lost track after that; did nae take long, ta be 'onest. After the first dozen or so, it stops matterin'. An' now… lookin' back on it all… I wonder… What kinda fuckin' parents does that ta their children? Even with Gemma an' Piney… I like 'em, do nae get me wrong… But 'ow the fuck can they push their fuckin' kids in ta this life? 'Ow do ya push a kid in ta a life where guns… murderin'… shit like this," She said, nodding towards Chibs, "is the fuckin' norm. Where it does nae shock us anymore. I still… I can't fuckin' grasp it," She finished bitterly.

There was silence for a few minutes, each woman lost in her own thoughts, before Tara finally spoke. "You ever think about having kids?"

Sabina choked out a laugh. "Jesus, did ya nae fuckin' 'ear me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I heard you. I was just wondering if you wanted kids. Chibs' kids."

Sabina's eyes went dark, and her gaze was a million miles away. "Aye. I've thought about it," She said shortly. "Did a lot more than think."

Tara's eyes went huge. "Jesus. Chibs? What happened?"

"No. It was nae Chibs'. An' it was what got me fuckin' shot six fuckin' times."

"Oh… oh my God, Sabina. Did…" Tara found herself unable to continue, horrified at either thought: someone shooting a pregnant seventeen year old, or Sabina having a kid she hadn't seen since she was seventeen. Which would be worse?

"I was still pregnant. Obviously lost the baby."

"How far along were you?"

"Seven months. Was gonna be a girl." Sabina attempted a smile through her tears, a smile so fake Tara cringed.

"God, Sabina… I didn't know," Tara whispered. "I'm sorry."

"Nobody knows, Tara. Ya are the first person I've ever told."

"Why?"

Sabina nodded towards Chibs again. "Seein' 'im… Lyin' there like 'e's dead… If somethin' 'appens ta me… No one would remember my little girl. 'Ell, don't even know… Don't know where she's buried."

"Then why not just tell us? Jesus, Sabina, after ten years, aren't you tired of running yet?"

Sabina chuckled. "Ya 'ave no idea, Doc. No fuckin' idea 'ow tired I am.

"Ya know… I knew a man. Back when I was teenager. Was… a mentor, I guess you'd call it. Pissed off the wrong people. Knew too much. Ya know what they did to 'im, Doc? They tore off 'is fingers first. Not cut. Fuckin' tore. Each one. Then his toes. An' then his balls. 'Ad a doc on 'and, make sure 'e didn't bleed out. Then they just started chopping off limbs, until finally 'e croaked from sheer fuckin' pain.

"That's what they do, Doc. To their own. Imagine what they'd do to Jax. To Gemma."

"Christ. Are they that serious about finding you?"

"I know too much. Way too much. An' I committed the cardinal fuckin' sin: they tried killin' me, an' still I continue ta breathe."