Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy.

A/N: I was inspired by the story 'To The Letter' by docsangel to write this story. I have always been a big fan of Chibs so that is where this little bunny comes from.

Realized I had been saying Layla instead of Lyla, sorry about that and I have fixed it.

"No." A sigh elicited from the blonde haired woman across from the red haired woman who had uttered the refusal.

"Come on Bailey, I think you would really like talking to him." The red head snorted.

"Oh yes Lyla. I'm sure I would enjoy writing to a guy in prison who is like TWICE MY AGE!" She didn't shout the last bit, only with spoke with force and frustration. She couldn't believe her cousin was trying to get her to write the older biker in prison when she knew how easily she fell for the bad boys. Especially those who were older than her. It just never worked out for her, so she was firmly against the idea.

"Bailey, Chibs is a sweetheart and treats women really well, and never looks down on me for being a porn star." Bailey just shrugged.

"Yeah then you should talk to him." Lyla rolled her eyes at the childish answer, getting very annoyed with her cousin's stubbornness.

"Listen Bail, write to him or don't, I don't really care. Sorry for trying to see you happy." The red headed woman slumped in her seat at that, before giving an apologetic look to the blonde.

"I'm sorry Ly, I just have a hard time with guys you know? Or really people in general. It's taking everything in me to be here in a restaurant with you without screaming in terror over the amount of people here. I mean what if we do get along and he wants me to call? I don't..." Bailey squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath before continuing.

"I don't do well with talking to new people. And what if he asks me to visit him? I haven't visited a prison since I was a kid and that was before I was all fucked in the head. What if he thinks I'm into older men because of Daddy issues and I'm looking for a father figure/boyfriend? You know I've always liked older men. And what if he can't handle my crazy? What if?..." Lyla cut her off there, eyes wide.

"Whoa okay! You haven't even written one letter Bail. He doesn't even know your name yet, so stop psyching yourself out with what ifs okay? Just write him and see how it goes." Bailey chewed on her bottom lip before nodding her head.

"I guess I could give it a shot. How bad could it be?" Her eyes narrowed in thought. " He doesn't have an ex he is pining over does he? Because I've been down that road before and it didn't end so well for me." Lyla shook her head.

"Chibs has an ex-wife and a kid but he gave up on the ex-wife because he couldn't stand the heartache anymore." Bailey's mouth pulled into a frown. That meant the poor guys was probably separated from his kid. That fucking sucked! She shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts, looking at her cousin again.

"Alright. Give me the info and I will write him. We will see where goes from there, yeah?" Lyla nodded eagerly, pulling out a pen to write the requested information on a napkin. She grinned as she held it out.

"I promise you won't regret this Bail! I think you guys will really hit it off!" Though Lyla was very optimistic, Bailey wasn't so sure. But she would keep her promise and write to the biker behind bars. What did she have to lose anyway?

-TIMEY-WIMEY-

Dear Chibs,

My name is Bailey Dvorak, and I am Lyla's cousin. I suppose the fact that we are related is obvious by the last name huh? Well whatever. Lyla gave me your info because she thought you might like someone outside of prison to talk to and I am a person with a lot of time on their hands. And uh… Ah fuck, truth is I don't really write letters and don't know what all to put in them, but I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself, right?

I am 24 years old and am a blacksmith. Weird profession, I know but I love doing it. I like reading and writing, though I get writer's block a lot. I like hiking and camping. I also know how to kick box but I am not especially skilled. My favorite color is green, my favorite food is cheesy Alfredo and my favourite movie is the Crow. Anyway, that's all I can think of for now. I really hope you write me back.

Sincerely,

Bailey :)

TIMEY-WIMEY-

Bailey waited anxiously for a reply, and just as she was about to just throw the notion out the window a week later, a letter from Stockton Prison came in the mail. She bit her lip as she opened the letter and started to read.

Dear Bailey,

I was very surprised to get a letter from you. You can put whatever you want in the letters, it gets boring here in prison so letters from someone outside is nice. Blacksmithing, must say didn't expect that. Hell didn't even realize that was a profession anymore. I am 45 years old and a mechanic by trade. I also like to read but never gave much thought to writing. Sorry to hear about the writer's block though. What do you write about, if I may ask? I have boxing training myself from my early years. My favorite color is grey, my favorite food is ribs, and I don't really have a favorite movie. Do you have any siblings, children? Obviously you have Lyla as a cousin, but you have anyone else? Sorry if I seem to be prying, I am just curious. Anyways, hope you write back.

Sincerely,

Chibs

Bailey smiled at the letter and put it away before grabbing new paper to write a reply.

-TIMEY-WIMEY-

Chibs and the others had just returned from outside when mail call came around. Jax gave him a smirk when he received another letter. He chose to ignore it in favor of said letter. He opened it and read.

Dear Chibs,

I'm glad you decided to write back, though I hope you didn't feel obligated to do so. I have one brother and no children. No cousins besides Lyla, parents are dead, and Lyla's father, my uncle is also dead. I write something called fanfiction,which so you don't have to ask it is a continuation or alteration of a pre-existing book, movie, tv show, etc. At least that is the best way I can explain it. I always had an active imagination, so I am constantly coming up with ideas. I guess I use it as a coping mechanism. As for the blacksmithing, I can understand, I didn't realize it was a profession you could still learn until I noticed a class for it. I have a 'minor' obsession with Lord of the Rings and really wanted to make swords and axes similar to the ones in the movies, but I ended up doing mostly knives and wrought iron gates and such. You said you sometimes read, what do you like to read? What kind of movies do you like? I like comedies, action, and romcoms. I tend to prefer fantasy books and comics. Hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely,

Bailey.

Jax was looking at him when he put the letter down, making him raise an eyebrow.

"What?" Chibs asked.

"Who are you writing to anyway?" Jax asked, beyond curious. Chibs shifted to lay down before answering.

"Lyla's younger cousin Bailey." Jax looked very interested in this information.

"Really now? How did that happen? And how much younger are we talking?" Chibs glowered at that last question.

"She's 24, and apparently Lyla gave her my info so she could write me in here. I have no idea why, so don't ask." Jax was nodding along, looking thoughtful.

"Interesting. Does Ope know?"

"No, there is no reason for him to know, we are just talking. Not like anything is going to come of it, I mean she is 24 years old." Jax had a smirk on his face again.

"And you're 50." Chibs sat up and glared at the younger man.

"Fuck ya Jackie Boy, I'm only 45. Do I seriously look that old?" Jax grinned in amusement.

"No, but it's fun to fuck with you though." Chibs huffed and laid back down, planning to write Bailey back later that day.