Summary: Murphy's Law: everything that can go wrong, goes wrong, and when it doesn't, you'll soon enough wish it had. Hailey Reed knows this, since her life has been fully imbibed by it. So, she isn't really that surprised when life decides to bitch with her, and makes her the main target for one of the most dangerous men in the US, and all because of bad morale, really. Luck of the Irish, eh? But maybe her luck is turning when meeting a broken and scarred Scotsman?

A/N: Okay, so I'm totally into Sons of Anarchy at the moment. I've watched all five seasons in like... two weeks since recently discovering it (I'm slow, I know), and I love it. More so, I'm totally fangirling (gosh, I hate that term!) over Chibs, and it doesn't surprise me one tiny bit. Oh, well, after watching the fifth season—I must say, Chibs is looking abnormally good this season—I just figured I had to do something. So, I'm going to give this a try. I can't promise that I'll upload frequently, but I will try, as hard as I can.

EDIT: I changed the rating, from T to M, due to future content. Not sure if it's necessary, but I figured it would be best to be on the safe side.

My version of Chibs is based on my other SoA-fiction, For Auld Lang Syne (shameless ad!), but what happened there never happened here.

Please, review, but most of all, enjoy!

By the Laws of Murphy

Chapter One

"God, it's been a lovely day; everything's been going my way."
– Good Day, The Dresden Dolls

"Come on, come on, come on!" Another signal. "Pick up, Hailey, pick up!" Two more signals. "Pick up the fucking phone, Hailey!" The signals kept coming, but no answer. "You've gotta be kidding me! Hailey, for fuck's sake! Pick up your goddamn phone!" But there was no answer. Maggie started to panic, and tears wallowed in her eyes. "No, no, no, no…" What had she done? What the hell had she done? They had taken her. She was gone. Why?! Why had Maggie been so stupid as to mention the goddamn codes?! It was all too late now. They had taken her. They had taken Hailey.

¤(SoA)¤

It was dark, and there was a pressing ache in her head, and everything was spinning. Her cheek pressed against a cold floor. She was thirsty. And hungry. But mostly thirsty. Where the hell was she? She looked around, but it was too dark to see. She then realized she had something covering her eyes. Soon enough, she noticed her hands were tied behind her back. She gasped loudly when she realized she was tied, probably taken. Kidnapped. She lifted her head and tried to listen. Was there someone there with her? No… she couldn't hear anything. Slowly, she started to wiggle her hands. They weren't tied hard, and if she was lucky, she could wiggle her way out of the ropes. Suddenly, she heard a heavy door open, and she quickly lay her head down again, pretending to still be unconscious.

"Well?!" she heard a voice demand. A man.

"She's still out." Another one, much closer, waited a moment before he answered.

"Oh, come on," the other one groaned. "Sure you didn't kill her?"

"Fuck you, man!" the closer man spat, and then they left again, closing the door with a loud thud.

Hailey quickly started to wiggle her hands out of the rope. They had been sloppy tying her up, she could tell. What would they want with her? Why did they keep her like this? Did they just randomly pick her, or did they know who she was and if so, how could they possibly know that she would visit her nana in California this weekend? She pulled and pulled at the rope, and finally, she could pull her hands out of the ties, and as fast as her hands were free, she pulled off the cloth covering her eyes. At first, it was all a blur, but eventually, the eyes adjusted to the dim light. She was in some sort of shed, or something. Her heart was racing, and she trembled as she slowly rose. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she looked around. There were plenty of things she could throw around, and her eyes landed on a big monkey wrench. She grabbed it, and it was heavy, but that was good. As long as she could be able to swing it. She heard voices coming from outside the shed, and she carefully glanced out one of the windows, keeping down so that they wouldn't see her. There were three of them; skinheads with a massive amount of tattoos each. And they were armed.

"Oh, shit!" she hissed and hurried to duck down, the monkey wrench tight in her hands. "What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do? Think, Hailey, think!" She looked around. She would have to find a way to escape. That was the only thing she could do. Her only chance. She had to find a way. There was a window opposite of the one she was looking out of, but it was small, and high up. She didn't know if she could get out of it unnoticed. Her limbs trembled when she stood up to inspect it. It was too high up. She would never be able to climb out that way. Suddenly, she heard a phone ring outside the shed.

"Yeah?" one of the men answered. "Yeah, we've got her. No, she's fine. Blacked out, but unharmed. Affirmative. What? Holy shit! Okay, we'll meet you up there! Twenty minutes!"

Hailey moved closer to the window to hear a bit better.

"The Sons are on to us," said the man who'd recently been talking on the phone. "They're on their way. They might already be here."

"What? Here?!" another one spat.

"Yeah. Blake saw them coming this way. Jax Teller in front. Man, they mean business."

The other one sighed. "Right, Chris, you take care of her. We go and pack up. Let's hurry, yeah?"

She sighed as she saw how the three men split up; two of them going away towards a house, while the third was coming towards the shed. In panic, she looked around, and then hurried to stand next to the door, with the monkey wrench ready to swing. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest and ears as the handle of the door moved, and the door pushed open. When realizing she wasn't where he'd left her, the man gasped and spun around, only to be greeted by a mighty iron kiss. The monkey wrench smacked him so hard in the face, he fell to the ground, bleeding and groaning. Hailey threw the wrench aside and sprinted out the door, her legs still shaking, but she didn't get far until the man had followed her, shouting at the others that she'd gotten out. She ran along the street, passed house after house, and the three men were right at her heels. She heard gunshots, and she cried out in panic, but pushed her legs harder. She wouldn't die. She wouldn't die. She wouldn't die.

¤(SoA)¤

"You sure Nero said they lived around here?" Bobby asked with a frown.

Jax sighed. It seemed weird, they all thought, that White Power would settle in a black neighborhood. But that might be the idea, to hide where no one would ever think they'd hide. "Yeah," he finally said. "Straight from his guys, he said."

"An' ye trust 'em?" Chibs was cautious, as always, scanning the area.

"If Nero does," Jax said and shrugged. "Alright, behind that corner, down the lane. Let's do this quick and efficiently." He started walking, followed by a confused Vice President and a reluctant Sergeant-at-Arms.

"I don' feel right about this, Jackie-boy," Chibs warned. "Seems te me like—" A gun fired, and the three men automatically ducked and drew their guns. "Like we're walkin' inte a bleedin' trap!"

"What the fuck's going on?!" Bobby hissed.

"Come on!" Jax ordered and sprinted for the corner, followed by his men.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jax fell to the ground, with a mess of red hair and sprawling legs over him. It was a girl, running straight into him, and behind her, three skinheads were sprinting, guns drawn.

"Shit!" Jax barked and threw the girl aside to aim his gun at the three men. Chibs was the first to stand in front of Jax, with his gun raised, boldly staring the three armed skinheads in the eye, while Bobby—gentleman like he was—helped the girl to her feet. Jax bounced to his, and joined Chibs.

"Stop right there, lads," Chibs warned as Bobby joined their side with his drawn gun.

The three skinheads slowed their pace to a walking, and stopped a couple of yards away. "Look, man, we don't wanna fight," one of them said, though not lowering his gun. "We just want the girl. Nothing else. This has nothing to do with you, guys. Just… give us the girl!"

"Yeah?" Jax sneered.

Chibs was on cue and redirected his gun towards the girl's head, who gasped loudly and froze at place. The three men reacted strongly to this and raised their hands in surrender.

"Gun on the ground," Chibs ordered, "or she dies."

The three skinheads reluctantly put their guns on the ground and held their palms up.

"Are you working for Craig Tyler?" Jax demanded.

"Come on, man!" one of the men said. "Just give us the girl! You can each have ten minutes with her, if you want, just give her back! Come on, man!"

"Are you working for Tyler?!" Jax repeated harshly, and Chibs pressed the muzzle against the girl's head.

"Yes!" one of the three men shouted. "Yes, okay! Just give us the girl!"

"Then you're dead men," Jax sneered as he shook his head while Chibs redirected the muzzle of his gun towards the men again.

The three men looked at each other in panic, until they cohesively hissed, "Shit!" and spun on their heels and sprinted away, and Jax quickly followed together with Chibs.

Bobby didn't even attempt on chasing after those youngsters and turned instead to the girl. She seemed terrified, and her shaking knees had been badly scraped from the fall and were bleeding heavily. "Are you okay?"

She looked at him, seemingly cautious, her face drained, before she finally nodded. "Yeah." Suddenly, she wobbled, losing balance. Bobby hurried to catch her and help her to sit down on the ground.

"What are you doin' with those morons, sweetheart?" he sighed with a frown.

She shook her head, causing her red hair to swirl around her face. "I don't know. I—I woke up, tied and blindfolded, I—" She started to hyperventilate, and Bobby kneeled beside her. "He pointed a gun at my head!"

"Now, now, don't worry!" he said. He had no idea what to do here. The girl was clearly shaken up, and Bobby didn't blame her. Lately, Jax's and Chibs' way of handling things had derailed a bit. He cocked his head; whatever these guys wanted her for, she was important enough to tie down and blindfold. This was not just someone they'd quarreled with; this was a hostage. He pulled out a bandana from his back pocket and wiped off her bloody knees. "You know what, why don't you come with us, and we'll patch you up? Get you something to eat, something to drink, and figure out why they took you?"

She looked up at him with wide eyes, blue as forget-me-nots, and struggled to find something to say.

"Don't worry," Bobby said and furrowed his brows. "He wasn't going to shoot you. We're not gonna hurt you, I promise." Soon after, Jax and Chibs came back, Jax looking tense, and Chibs hard set. "What happened?"

"We took care of it," Jax muttered.

Bobby wanted to scowl them both, but he decided not to.

Jax looked at the girl, sighed heavily and kneeled where Bobby had just stood up. "Are you okay?"

She nodded.

"What your name?"

She looked at Jax, and then at Chibs, and then at Bobby, on which she kept her eyes until he gave her a comforting nod. She then returned her eyes to Jax. "Hailey."

"I'm Jax, that's Chibs, and that's Bobby," Jax said. "Look, sorry for all this, but why were they shooting at you, and why were you running?"

Her terrified face suddenly changed, and she lowered her eyebrows in a sarcastic scowl. "Because they were shooting at me? Why the hell do you think I was running?"

While Chibs barked out a laugh, Jax raised a brow. "And they just started shooting at you, just like that? Randomly on the street?"

The girl, Hailey, clenched her jaw and looked away. Jax sighed and straightened. Bobby pulled him aside.

"She said she woke up, tied and blindfolded," he said.

Jax frowned. "What?"

"She must be valuable to them," Bobby continued lowly. "Why else would they go through all that? Maybe she's a leverage of some sort? Ransom, maybe?"

"Well, she isn't any more," Jax said and raised his brows. "She's our leverage now."

Bobby just stared at him, once again disappointed by the son of John Teller, the son who had all the potential, but that made him none the wiser.

Jax clenched his jaw, seeing the distrust in Bobby's eyes. "Look," he said through gritted teeth and leaned closer, "I know you're not with me on this, but she could be useful to us. As you said, why bother with ropes and blindfolds if she wasn't important? That was probably why they didn't gun her down while she was running; they need her alive."

"So we're just gonna take advantage of that?" Bobby growled back. "An innocent girl?"

"We don't know how innocent she really is," Jax pointed out.

"Jackie-boy," Chibs called from behind him, and Jax spun around. "We'd better get goin' soon enough. Someone must've heard those shots. Coppers will be here any minute now, an' we better not be here when they come."

Jax sighed at muttered. He then extended a hand to Hailey, but she didn't take it. "Look, we just wanna help."

Finally, she accepted his hand and followed them as they hurried back to their bikes. Jax handed her his helmet and told her to climb on behind him, which she did, and then they were off, away from Oakland, just as the patrol cars entered the area with the reported shootings.

¤(SoA)¤

She was taken good care of. She had gotten plenty of water to drink, and they had been nice and friendly. She had been taken to a club house, their club house, and the words Fear the Reaper was an ongoing theme throughout the premises. And fear the Reaper, she did. She didn't die.

"C'mon, love," said the Scotsman with those brutal facial scars, and that thick, hard-to-understand accent, as she had finished her second big glass of water, and walked past her towards a room. "Let's get ye patched up."

"Do I need stitches?" she asked and widened her eyes.

"Don' know yet," Chibs answered without turning.

Hailey hesitated before she followed him. She didn't like needles, and she didn't trust him. And why would she; he put a gun to her head. It wouldn't be nice facing him with a needle. But she followed him to a room where he motioned her to sit on a table while he dug out some things from a drawer, like antiseptic and cotton wadding. He placed a lamp next to her, and then put on white rubber gloves before he finally put on a pair of glasses and sat down on a chair in front of her. He smelled of leather and cigarette smoke, and as the lamp illuminated his face, the scars—clearly recognizable as a Glasgow Grin, she had read about it—made him look cruel and absolutely terrifying and there was a strange sense of calmness and containment in those dark, intelligent eyes of his, making him even more frightening, and Hailey feared that those hands that had held that gun so firmly earlier would do more harm than good to her injured knees.

"Alright," he sighed. "It's gonna sting a bit." He poured some water over it, and he was right, it stung. But not as much as when he dabbed the wounds with antiseptic, even though he was much gentler than she'd expected. She twitched and hissed. "Soon done, love. Just a wee bit more."

"No stitches?" She wanted to sound more secure and strong, but her knees stung too much and made her sound like a lost little puppy. She hated herself for it.

"No stitches." He looked up at her, dark eyes honest and smile reassuring, and she relaxed.

Though, she wasn't sure she should relax in these men's company. They were obviously dangerous, and she wasn't stupid; she'd heard the blonde man, Jax, as he had talked to the friendly one, Bobby, about her, as if she wasn't there. So she was to be used as leverage? Leverage to what? On the verge of asking the Scotsman that exact question, she closed her mouth shut and just watched him finishing up patching her knees with bandage, with much more skill and finesse than she'd expected.

"All done," he said and rose from the chair pulling his gloves off and grabbing the bloody wads of cotton and threw it all in a paper bin.

"Thanks," Hailey said inspected her padded knees. They looked clean enough, properly taken care of.

"Wouldn' slide on me knees anytime soon if I were you, though," the Scotsman said as he moved back the lamp and the chair.

Hailey huffed. "Noted."

Without another word, the Scotsman gave her one last look before he left the room, and Hailey swallowed hard. She was so far away from home. So far away from her life. She didn't know where she was, or when she would be able to get away. Again, she looked for the nearest escape route.

"Hey, Hailey." She was so startled she jumped straight off the table, her knees stinging as she landed on the floor, and pressed herself against the wall. It was Bobby who peeked in through the door. "Didn't mean to scare you, darling," he said and raised his palms. "I just wondered if you were hungry."

Hailey breathed rapidly, but nodded. "Oh, um, yeah," she croaked. "A bit."

"Well, come on, then," he said with a comforting smile. "We'll get you something to eat."

She didn't know why, but Bobby was the only one she felt like she could trust. She had a feeling that would be a mistake as well, but there was something about the man that reminded her of her father, and it calmed her. So, she followed him, though with hesitant steps.

Bobby smiled widely, making his bearded face pop in a very comforting manner. "Looks like Chibs patched you up pretty good, huh?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Why don't you take a seat, and I'll tell Chuck to bring you something to eat," Bobby suggested. "He's a surprisingly good chef. Hey, Chucky!"

A quite small man came sort of bouncing out of one of the rooms, with weird things on his hands making out his fingers. "Yeah? Oh, hi!" He smiled and waved as he spotted Hailey, and she hesitantly waved back.

"Could you make this poor girl something to eat?" Bobby asked. "Her name's Hailey."

Chuck smiled and nodded, and before Bobby left, he gave her a smile as well. It was hard, Hailey thought, to run away now, because she was hungry. Lord knows how long she had been lying in that goddamn shed.

¤(SoA)¤

The table in the Chapel was filled, and Jax looked as serious as ever.

"What the hell happened out there?" Tig asked, clearly upset about the fact that he wasn't there. "Did you find Tyler's crew?"

"Yep," Jax nodded. "And we found something else as well."

"The girl?" Juice looked from Jax to Bobby, but avoided Chibs.

Just as well, the Scotsman thought. He still felt so betrayed by the young lad, he could barely look at him without wanting to tear his head off.

"Her name's Hailey," Jax continued. "She was running from them. She told Bobby that she had been tied and blindfolded."

"Internal thing?" Tig asked.

"We don't know," Jax said. "Whatever it is, they took the time to blindfold her and tie her down. If they wanted her dead, she would have been dead already, so they obviously need her alive, and it's pretty evident she's not willing to cooperate. Question is; what do they need her for?"

"She doesn't seem like the kind of girl to get involved with guys like that," Bobby sighed and shook his head slowly. "There's something fishy about this whole thing, I tell you. I say we take her to Roosevelt and let him deal with it. I'm sure he'll grant her some protection of some sort."

Chibs observed the man in front of him. He seemed shaken up, upset about the whole thing. Then again, Bobby had been rather skeptic to most things these days.

"Tyler could compromise our whole deal with the Chinese and the Cartel," Jax said. "He's already messed things up with the Mayans, and I've had Alvarez on my ass the whole fuckin' week. Won't surprise me if I'll get a call from Pope soon enough. This is heavy shit, guys. This man could compromise everything we've accomplish so far."

"And where does this girl fit into the picture?!" Bobby cried out.

"She's important enough to keep blindfolded and tied, and alive," Jax said and glared at Bobby. "We need to figure out who this girl is, and why she is important to Tyler."

"I don't think we should give any attention to Tyler," Clay said from the end of the table. "I think it's all an empty threat. Just a bunch of angry, white men trying to redeem themselves, or some shit."

"Look, I know we had our hands full with Weston and Zobelle, and now, with the Cartel, they seem puny," Jax sighed. "But I don't think Tyler and his crew are like those guys. I think we're looking at Damon Pope's white twin." He sighed again and looked around the table. "I'm not talking about keeping Hailey hostage. I'm talking about providing her protection, in exchange for some info."

"Wha' if the lass doesn' know anythin'?" The question had been bugging him ever since they ran into her in Oakland. She seemed so… clueless. As if she'd just been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Then we'll find out," Jax said. "Maybe she's working with something significant, or is the daughter of an enemy of Tyler's, or the wife or girlfriend of someone he's blackmailing. She's got to be something useful. I say we at least try to get her to cooperate." When no one answered, Jax sighed. "Let's vote. We take Hailey under our wings and try to extract useful information. Yay."

Bobby sighed and shook his head, but then he grunted out, "yay."

"Yay," Juice nodded.

Phil agreed.

Clay shook his head. "Nay."

Happy nodded. "Yay."

Tig had no choice. "Yay."

And then there was Chibs. He didn't know where he stood. Did he think it was the right move? Probably not. Would he vote yes to support his President? Yes, he would. "Yay."

"Then it's settled," Jax said, "seven to one, we keep Hailey safe." He swung the hammer, and the Sons rose to leave the chapel. Jax remained at the gavel, stopping Chibs and Chibs only just as he was to leave. "A minute?"

"Sure, kid," Chibs said and closed the door and turned to Jax.

"Do you agree?"

Chibs sighed heavily and leaned against one of the chairs. "Honestly, Jax, I think it's bollocks. The lass don' know a shite."

Jax sighed deeply and leaned his arms on the table and slid further into the chair. Something was bothering him.

Chibs glared at him. "Wha'?"

"I want you to look after her," Jax said slowly, and before Chibs could disagree, Jax looked up. "I could let her stay with Bobby, but you know he's not really on board. I'm afraid he'll talk to Roosevelt behind my back. I can't let her stay with Tig—I'm not cruel—and Happy lives too far from the club."

"Wha' about here?" Chibs asked with a frown. "She would be protected twenty-four-seven here."

Jax shook his head. "This will be the first place they'd look at."

Chibs sighed heavily and paced back and forth in front of the door. "Ye're puttin' me on baby-sittin' duty?"

"You're the only one I trust," Jax insisted. "No one would ever think of looking for her at your place."

Chibs wanted to shout at the lad, tell him he was losing it, but instead, he clenched his jaw and looked disappointingly at him.

"Look, man," Jax said as he rose, "we need the information, fast. She needs to feel safe in order for her to open up, I can bet every fucking dollar I own on that."

Chibs chuckled darkly. "An' ye think she'd open up te me? I pointed a gun at her head teday, remember?!"

"But you didn't shoot her, and you were never going to," Jax said calmly. "She knows that." He sighed again and placed a hand on Chibs' shoulder. "I need this from you, brother. Can you do it?"

Chibs tightened his jaw. As much as he wanted to punch Jax in the face and say no, he couldn't, and finally, he nodded. "Aye."

"Thanks, man," Jax nodded gratefully and gave him a hard pat on the shoulder before the President left the Chapel, and Chibs followed—after making a face of discontentment.