Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy.

A/N: So I had a dream the other night, random as shit of course but I fell in love with Darby… Now I had never been attracted to him in anyway but the feelings were so intense and real that now I can't look at the fucker the same! So I wrote this so I could play out the emotions. And I believe Darby's legit business is Carpentry and I'm using that in the story, if that is incorrect feel free to let me know, but I'm going to keep it that way for my purposes. As always please enjoy and review!

Riley Teller's attraction to Ernest Darby was seriously weirding her out. He had to be at least 50 and she was only 23. He was the leader of a group that stood for everything she was against but damn of she didn't want to taste his lips. That was a constant thought since she first saw him when she moved to Charming, CA to help her cousin with his son. He was walking around in a wife beater with some of his Aryan buddies when he looked her straight in the eye. His eyes were intense as they stared at each other before she broke the gaze, feeling slightly aroused. Shit, she always had something for intense gazes and shit! And it wasn't even the first time she had seen him, she had even met him in person years ago. But she was a girl then, and her attractions were limited to cartoon characters and Hugh Jackman back then.

Darby seemed to keep an eye on her too, watching her as she walked by him. His gaze was like fire, burning into her very soul. Anytime she felt that gaze on she felt her heart start to pound and stomach flip in ways she has never felt before. It was really freaking her out. And she couldn't really talk to anyone about it because everyone would just judge her for an attraction to someone so much older. Well, except for maybe Tig… He was into some pretty freaky shit so he might not judge if she doesn't tell him who she is into. She decided she would do just that, she really needed to get this off her chest.

Once Riley reached the club house she made a beeline for Tig, who was sitting at the bar eyeing up a random croweater. His eyes flicked to her as she approached him, eyebrows raised in question. Riley took a deep breath before speaking.

"Could I maybe talk to you privately?" Tig took in her nervous state and his eyes narrowed.

"If you are trying to confess your love for me, sorry sweetheart, don't want to hurt your feelings but I'm not interested." Riley snorted out a small laugh before sobering, remembering why she wanted to talk to him in the first place.

"Fuck no man! No I…" She sighed and looked at him with anxious eyes. "I just need to get something off my chest and you are the only person I trust to not judge me." This took the man by surprise. Tig stood and waved her forward toward his dorm where they could have some privacy. The Sergeant at Arms was definitely curious as to what the princess thought she had to hide from everyone else. He waited till his door was closed and they were seated on opposite sides of the couch facing each other to finally voice his question.

"Okay doll, spill. I am very curious to know what you feel you can only talk to me about. Must be pretty juicy." Riley sucked in a deep breath before standing and starting to pace in front of Tig, confusing him further. "Whoa okay. Calm down sweetheart, it can't be that bad." She shook her head at him, trying to gather the courage to tell him. She finally stopped and turned to face and just blurted it out.

"Iamintosomeonewhoisatleast50!" It came out all jumbled together and Tig blinked, then his eyes narrowed as he tried to decipher what she had said.

"Okay, I got that you are into someone and that's it." Riley groaned and ran her hands down her face. She really didn't want to repeat it, but she knew she needed to.

"I have a thing for someone who is at least 50…" This made Tig blink again. Then he cocked his head to the side.

"Is it Bobby?..." Riley started to giggle.

"God no. It's not a Son… And I seriously don't get why I am even into him." Tig hummed.

"Well, you have always been into older guys, I mean you were obsessed with Hugh Jackman for the longest time. Even argued with Gemma over who would get him if he ever showed up. I can't say I am too surprised there. So who is it?" Riley's eyes went wide and she started to shake her head violently.

"No no no! I am so not telling you that. You would either make fun of me or be disgusted by me." Tig looked concerned now.

"Sweetheart, while I will probably make fun of you, there is no denying that, I could never be disgusted with you. Okay? It's obvious that you are dying to talk to someone about this, so lay it on me. You know I don't judge people for their attractions." Riley was still really unsure, but relented because he was right. She really needed to tell someone and talk to them about it. She sat heavily on the couch back in the corner then finally told him.

"It's Darby." Tig froze and blinked a few times before he trusted himself to speak.

"I'm sorry, did you just say Darby? As in Ernest Darby?" Riley curled in on herself and slowly nodded in affirmation. "Oh honey, why?" Riley looked up at him in irritation.

"I already told you I don't know why! You think I fucking asked for this? I just saw him as I was driving into town and our eyes locked and his gaze was so fucking intense that I got shivers man! Then I just couldn't stop thinking about him! It doesn't help he keeps staring at me everytime he notices me in town. And fucked up part, I'm starting to fucking like it! The fuck is wrong with me!?" Tig sighed and pulled her into a hug.

"Now I totally get why you didn't want to tell anyone else. Just how serious is this on your end Riley?" She growled before sighing in defeat and slumped into his bigger body.

"I am constantly thinking about him, whenever we are anywhere near each other my heart starts to pound and my stomach does back flips. When I see any of those stupid whores hanging off of him I want to slit their throats. And whenever I go a few days without seeing him, even in passing, my chest starts to hurt and I get depressed."

"Yeesh, sounds like you got it bad princess. Only thing I can think of, and I am hating myself for saying this, is try to get close to him. See where he is at. I know from experience you can't just ignore those kinds of feelings. You'll just end up hurting yourself in the end. Now we should keep this a secret for now, but if something is there between you guys, we are going to have to tell everyone something. Just be careful okay? I don't trust Darby but you are a grown woman and can make your own decisions, alright?" Riley was beyond shocked. She had been expecting him to tell her to bury her feelings and hope they went away. She definitely didn't expect this kind of support from him, and also not him keeping her secret.

"Alright, thank you so much Tig." The man sighed.

"Don't thank me yet sweetheart, I may have just set you up for heartbreak."

-TIMEY-WIMEY-

Ernest Darby had been feeling like a dirty old man recently. Ever since he locked eyes with the little blonde with green eyes as she rolled into town. He later found out the little blonde he had been eyeing was none other than Riley Teller. He couldn't believe he was lusting after a girl he had known as a child. Granted he hadn't known who she was at first, but the thoughts didn't stop when he found out either. He just couldn't stop thinking about her, couldn't stop staring at her whenever he happened to see her walking through town. Didn't help that she would sometimes stare back.

The thoughts that got to Darby the most was when he would see her walking around pushing Abel in a stroller, or carrying him in a store. At that point it wasn't just sexual fantasies, which he could deal with, but it was domestic shit too. Visions of her pregnant in HIS house inferring that it was his kid, her carrying around a baby with dark hair and her pretty green eyes, him coming home to her cooking dinner, late nights in front of the TV with her in his arms. Fuck! He can't be thinking shit like that, for many reasons. One he was too old to have that shit now, two she would never want to be with an old man like him, and three even if by some miracle she did actually have similar thoughts, the Sons would kill him if they even thought he wanted to touch their little princess.

Ernest sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He wasn't getting much sleep lately. These foreign thoughts were haunting his dreams now. He just didn't understand why this was happening to him now of all times. Despite popular belief he may only be 48, but he was still too old to find someone to have a family with now. Oh he knows most people think he was at least 50 thanks to his hair going gray by the time he was 40, and he didn't often correct the assumption because it didn't have anything to do with matters of business. But now he knew if his little secret ever came out for some reason, the false information would just make everything worse. Not that his real age was much better, it was still a 25 year age difference between him and little Miss Teller.

He had been trying to put her out of his mind when she walked into his workshop. Ernest looked up to the ceiling, asking himself why he was being tortured. He was trying to be good and not think about her, why did she have to come here and invoke more thoughts. He sighed and looked around. He supposed he was lucky that the other guys were out on a few deliveries and he wouldn't have to explain why he wanted to talk to her himself. He just moved toward the front desk to address her.

"What can I do for you Miss Teller?" That was good, be professional. Now if only he could stop staring at her and thinking about what her mouth tasted like and he would be golden. She tilted her head to the side and stared him straight in the eye. Fuck it was just like when she drove into town and he needed to look away, but it was liked he was trapped in the gaze of this young woman that was twisting him up inside, and it only got worse when she spoke.

"You know, I think you can call be Riley, Mr. Darby."

"Ernest." It had been out of his mouth before he even had the chance to think. Once his mind caught up with his mouth he mentally berated himself. How the fuck was her saying his first name going to help the situation. Only good thing was the fact that she was grinning at him now. He wondered what that was about.

"Alright Ernest." Oh he really wished she wouldn't say his name like that. It really wasn't fair. He cleared his throat.

"Right, what can I do for you Riley?" That got a small sigh from her. The hell was going on here exactly? He didn't have much time to ponder it before she spoke again.

"I would like to commision a custom rocking chair. I need one for my place for when Abel stays at my house and I don't want some crappy store bought one, so I thought why not come here and have one made?" Cue images of Riley and the aforementioned dark hair green eyed child in a rocking chair he had personally made… This project was really going to fuck with his head. And though he had others that could do it, he would kill anyone else who tried to make her anything he could make. There is no way in hell he would allow that. Great, now he was feeling possessive of a woman who would never be his. Fantastic. Ernest pulled himself out of his thoughts to speak to her again.

"Do you have any idea what you want it to look like? Color, type of wood, high back?" Riley shook her head.

"I leave the design and make completely in your capable hands. Surprise me." God, she was killing him. He didn't even understand why that was getting to him so much. It wasn't like she was trusting him with much, he had been doing this for decades so it wasn't like no one else had given him free rein, but it was different in this instance. She was trusting him with something, no matter how small. She trusted him… Ernest violently shoves those thoughts away before they make him do something stupid.

"Alright, I'll work on the design today and I should have the chair itself done in about two weeks. Won't know what the price will be for at least a week. That good?" Riley gave mischievous smile.

"Sounds perfect. Gives me a reason to come back to see you." Ernest froze and stared at her. What was that now? He didn't get a chance to ask her before she walked out the door with a final wave. He was left staring into space, wondering if the whole encounter was just another strange fantasy of his. There was no way Riley Teller would actually say she wanted to come to see him, right? He must have just been imagining that. Yeah that was it. Just an old man's wishful thinking.

He heaved a sigh before he pulled out a sketch pad to draw out a design. He knew this project was going to really fuck him up, because he knew she would be one day using it with her own children, children that would never be his no matter the weird ass fantasies he was having, and secretly wishing could be true. God he was getting fucking sentimental, and he was hating every minute of it. Anyway, the way he was going to get through this project was letting his fantasies play through his mind and putting as much care as he could into making the chair because it was the closest he would ever come to being with Riley Teller.