So basically, I have never published a story here. Basically, I love this show and Chibs is one of my favorite characters. I loved the whole story arc with him being married and having a kid. It showed some real depth to him I think. And also (maybe I am the only one) but I really loved Fiona too. Their dynamics were awesome. Anyway, I decided I wanted to play around a little bit. This will be pretty much some missing moments and delve deeper into some good scenes on the show. Anyway, I hope this is good. I hope that you enjoy it! Thanks guys!
Being in a coma was easy. There was no time, there were no problems. There was no pain. The blackness was comforting. No consciousness meant no dreams, questions, concerns, or worries. It was just a complete emptiness, which to some people might seem scary. But not him. He was used to it.
Waking up was NOT easy. It was like all of a sudden, everything came rushing back to him. He has been blown up. His club was in a world of trouble, between white power, Irish, guns, Mexicans, and the ATF. And then there the pain. It wasn't that he expected getting blown up by a car bomb to be a walk in the park, but the pain was damn near intolerable. It took every single bit of manly machismo and pride he has not to burst in to tears and wail at the pain.
But thank God he didn't. No, the absolute hardest (and, yes, he hated to admit it, but best) part about waking up was opening his eyes and seeing her. Fiona Larkin…or Telford? Could be O'Phalen, for all he knew. Which was she going by these days? It took him a few minutes to realize that yes, he was awake and not in fact dreaming. She really was there. He could see her, smell her even! And now she was talking to him. Moving closer to him. Touching him. Kissing him. It was too much. Just too much.
He knew that she was talking to him, and he was even aware that he was answering her. He couldn't even tell you what he was saying. He was too caught up with the fact that she was here. She came from half a world away to see him. To make sure he was okay. And God, that thought was wonderfulpainfulamazingterri ble and about a thousand other words he could not even fathom. He didn't know whether he was thrilled or traumatized by her presence. Because, whether he wanted to admit it or not, he knew that when it came down to it, he still loved her. He always had, and he probably always would. And he couldn't tell you whether or not she felt the same.
He was just overwhelmed. The physical pain was there, but the emotional pain/joy existing simultaneously and waging war for ground in his heart was too much for him. He mumbled something and closed his eyes, letting the blackness take over.
"Sleep, Love," she said, softly touching his face.
So he did.