She knew how to run, it's what made her feel alive. But at this moment, this run wasn't for pleasure, thrill. It was a chase, and she was the prey. Her feet pounded the pavement almost as much as her heart pounded in her chest. She was using every one of her muscles, jumping on top of dumpsters, climbing fences, anything to get farther away from him. Her muscles were screaming at her to stop, but she had to keep going.

There was a building in front of her, gray colored, but she couldn't read the name of it. She thought if she kept her pace up, she could hide in there without him noticing. At that moment, the world in front of her went black.

With her eyes closed, she prayed to anyone that would listen, she would wake up anywhere away from him. "Wake up, Lass." A voice said. It was a gentle and pleasant voice, with an accent, though she wasn't sure what kind. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. The man sitting next to the couch she was lying on was an older gentlemen. He had dark brown hair that was giving way to gray, a black vest and sunglasses that sat just atop his head. "That's a good lass, you've pretty eyes to let you know." The man seemed kind, but so had he.

"My names Filip, and your's love?"

"Riley." She replied shortly. Looking around the room, she noticed it appeared to be like a club house, or a really relaxed bar.

"Do you have a last name, lassie?" Looking at her, he suddenly became concerned. He couldn't figure out why she appeared to be anxious or angry. He'd done his best after all to be kind.

"O'Conner. Where is he? Are you helping him? Where am I?" The questions seemed to spill out of her mouth faster than she could reign them in.

"Riley O'Conner?" He caught her chin in his hand and looked closely. Instantly, as the hand closed on her chin, she fought back. "I'm not trying to hurt you Riley," He said confused, "But you look just like him."

"Him, who?" She tried to step back, mistaking confusion for anger. Quickly she looked around, trying to find out where he was and how she could get away.

"Why were you running on our lot? Who were you running from?" Filip suddenly demanded, startling her.

"Who is it you think I look like? You know who I'm running from, you're helping him." Riley said quietly. She may have been in the military, but the guy she was running from had her twin.

"I'm only trying to help you. Him." he growled, pointing at the wall that had at least twenty mug shots on it.

"You're trying to help him. And who on that wall? There's twenty people up there." She snapped.

"Him!" He yelled. He grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the wall, jabbing his finger at a picture. "His name was Cameron O'Conner. He was one of us."

"If you knew my brother why are you help AJ Westin!" She shouted. At his confused look, "AJ, the guy who's been chasing me for almost 12 years, he took my twin brother. For some damn reason he wants me dead." she explained quickly seeing if some recognition would appear on his face. The problem was, Filip only seemed more confused than when she started her explanation.

"Darling, if I had known you were running from someone because he was after you, I'd have killed him." He said kindly. "What on earth did you do to piss this guy off so bad that he wants you dead?" he asked taking her hand and leading her back to the couch. "Sit love, want a drink?"

She could only laugh. "Something strong enough to put me on my ass, please." Which only made him laugh. "He found me, must be almost twelve years ago now. I left Charming, went to the other side of the US and joined the Army. I was seventeen at the time. He was in Jackson, South Carolina then. I didn't know what he was really about, I guess because I just didn't want to see it. He was apart of this group, League of American Nationalists.

"White hate group." Filip whispered. He listened patiently while Riley told her tale.

"Yes, white hate. The group was working its way across the states, setting up 'chapters' to carry out their mission. Like their some kind of new church. Anyway, I realized what he was after a year and half and told him off. I tried to leave him, that was the first time he hit me. Hit me so hard he broke 3 ribs." Riley saw the anger flash in this mans eyes, and continued on. "I fought back that time. I knew I had to. I managed to get out without being hurt to badly that time. A week later, he showed up at the base saying that my twin, Ryan, was being picked up. He had photos of Ryan, just living his life back in Charming. I told him he was full of shit and I didn't have the slightest idea who was in the photos. After he left I called Ryan, he told me I was crazy and that no one would try to hurt him with Cameron around. Once I hung up the phone I went to my CO, told him I wanted to be put in for the next tour in Iraq, and he did." She didn't even realized she was holding her wallet in her hand. In her wallet was a picture of her, Ryan and Cameron.

"I was shipped out a week after I talked to my CO, on an eighteen month tour. It's ironic, and quite possibly stupid, but in Iraq, I felt safer than I had a the base. AJ couldn't find me there, or that's what I thought. I was naïve to think that AJ believed me when I said I didn't know who was in the pictures. Six months after being in Iraq, I received an emergency telegram at the base. My twin had gone missing and Cameron was hurt. No one told me anything else, and I didn't know how or who to get a hold of when it came to who Cam was around. I came back, and there were more pictures, of Ryan and Cam. Ones of Cam on his bike, Ryan playing football with some friends. Then the one I had dreaded seeing. Ryan, he was tied up, tape across his mouth. There was a sign attached to his shirt. 'Stay out of Charming'. With the pictures there was a note. It said it was my fault, and if I didn't come back to Charming to see Cam or try to find Ryan, after 2 years, I would have Ryan back."

"AJ made sure I wouldn't forget, he was always sending me pictures of Ryan and some of Cam even in the coma. As the time passed, I became an officer for JAG. Lawyer, actually. I was looking up any legal maneuver I could find to take down the group. Needless to say, I didn't find one. AJ has kept me away from here for too long, I want my family. Cam and Ryan were all I had left." Riley looked down, she hadn't realized it until Filip had wiped a tear from her cheek that she had been crying.

"Love, I hate to be the one to break this to you, but Cam-"

"Yea, I know. I only have Ryan left. I looked up some information, and a lead I had brought me here, back to Charming." Riley whispered. Swiftly, Filip moved to sit next to her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, love. There's not much else I can say. I'm also sorry about the bonk on the head as well. Lowell, He thought he was doing good by stopping the so called intruder." He smiled apologetically.

"CHIBS!!!" A voice yelled through the door. When the man walked into view, Riley smiled and his jaw dropped. "Riley O'Conner?!" He whispered.

"It's almost like looking at a ghost isn't it? How have you been Jax?" She offered small smile. "Remember how I told you I got the pictures of Ryan playing football with friends? Here's one of his friends. By the way, who's Chibs?" She said looking at Filip.

"Chibs, how do you know her? Riley, I thought you were killed in combat?" Jax, who was rather pale, grasped around to find a chair, then finally sank into one.

"You're Chibs?" Riley looked at Filip, amused. "He met me when I'm guessing one of the mechanics knocked me out. And I'm very much alive, in fact, I'm looking for Ryan. Heard a rumor he was still in Charming."

"Aye love, I'm Chibs." He said grinning.

So, I'm finally trying to write again. It sort of came out in frustration. I was mad at one of my college professors, and a story came to me. I guess there is a bonus to being aggravated. HAHA! Please, comment, tell me what you think!