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This is a very dark, very internal Chibs one shot, a sort of "what if" set after the end of the series. It's been in process for a while. You probably won't like it. I don't.
Aftermath
Chibs was drunk that night, a state he found himself in with increasing frequency ever since it all started coming unraveled. Eighteen months had passed since that fateful day Jackson Teller ended his own life on the grill of a semi, and although the lad had meant to spare his club from the consequences of his choices things had not played out that way. Less than a month after they buried what was left of Jax the IRA had sent Fiona to place a bomb inside an elementary school. Damn thing had detonated as she attached the timer, killing her and the two teachers who had come in early to prepare for the school day. In the aftermath of her death Kerriann had found correspondence and the results of a paternity test, both of which made clear that Jimmy was her biological father. She had gone quiet after that, only occasionally responding to his messages when they had spoken several times a week prior to her mother's death and the revelation. Chibs reckoned he understood why. The club visit to Belfast was the only time he'd seen her since his exile from Ireland, and she'd only been three years old then. He'd thought Jimmy had taken his girls because he hated him, but the truth was that those girls had been Jimmy's in the first place. The man scarred and exiled him in order to punish him and take back what was his all along.
A month after Fiona's death the SAMBEL and Mayan clubhouses and Scoops were simultaneously bombed, and the losses were devastating. Rat and Montez were killed, and Chucky and the new prospect had been seriously injured. SAMBEL and the Mayans had fared far worse than SAMCRO in tragic losses. The Mayans had lost twelve men, among them their vice president and sergeant-at-arms, and SAMBEL had six killed. An attempt had also been made on Red Woody, but that bomb had thankfully failed to detonate.
After the attack SAMCRO had only five full members left, so they'd been forced to patch their injured new prospect in order to retain the charter. The kid was an idiot, definitely not Sons material, but the only other option was let SAMCRO die, and that was a loss none of them could accept.
Chibs had been mildly depressed for years, a functional alcoholic for even longer, but after losing Jax and Fi the slow slide downward had been on a much steeper slope. He was self-aware enough to realize he was in a bad way, but he had no idea what to do about it, so he faked being okay as best he could. He was lonely, more so than he could ever remember. Aside from Happy the others all had old ladies they could turn to, and Happy had no need for such. Chibsq did, however, so much so that he'd even attempted to build something with the sheriff. Not his brightest move; she'd dumped him on one of the worst days of his life, the day he had failed to save Jax. Since then he'd lacked the emotional energy for even a visit to the Diosa whores. He dealt with his pain these days by drinking more.
Chibs took another sip from his close-to-empty bottle of Jameson's. It was getting harder and harder to make himself pass out these days. He could get to the point where his legs didn't work so well, and that was where he was right now, but sleep was an elusive bitch these days. The position of King did a lot of damage to man with a conscience, and he had far more of that than the average Son. He'd considered going to confession, but his faith in the Church was too tarnished for that to be of any help. He reckoned God had probably given up on him long ago anyhow. With that thought, he turned up the Jameson bottle and finish she'd off the last of it. It was going to be another long fucking night.
