A/N: Firstly, thank you to HalysValo and demonicseer for reviewing, and thank you to the others who added me to their lists. Also, I want to apologize for any A/U type errors that might happen later, since I'm only on the third episode of season three. So bear with me a little bit as I try to catch up. : )

Also: I apologize for my mistake, the RIRA is the real group within the IRA. In the show, it's called the True IRA. My bad. : / Also, when I went to write this chapter was when I realized that inadvertently, I had made Sabina and Chibs the same ages as Gemma and John Teller, so I fudged their age a little bit. I also realized as I watched a few more episodes that apparently, the Scots don't drop their 'H's like the Irish do, so I fixed that as well.


It took everything Chibs had to keep from asking. Not just that first time, but every time he looked at her. He wanted to know, so he could kill the bastards who would scar such a young girl. He wanted to know who could fire six bullets into such a small body.

But he'd held it in. It was the least he could do, after all she'd done for him.

He'd never tell the others, but he'd been a shadow of a man in the four years he'd been with the group. Half-dead, uncaring, with nothing to live for. The loss of Fiona, Kerriane, SAMBEL, and the IRA all in one blow had hit him hard. If not for Keith McGee bartering him passage to America, and getting him into SAMCRO, he probably would have stayed in Ireland and let Jimmy O kill him.

But after Sabina had come along… all of that had changed. For the first time in four and a half years, he wanted to live. He wanted to enjoy every moment of life, as long as every moment included Sabina.

He'd loved Fiona, in a way. But he'd only married her because she was pregnant, not because he wanted to. They had been young, he twenty-four, her twenty when they met, each just looking for a good time, when she'd found out she was pregnant. They'd done right by each other, and had even grown to care for each other, but nothing like what he felt for Sabina.

Fiona had never wanted The Life. The one that came with being an Old Lady. She'd tolerated it with barely concealed disgust, wanting to be kept in the dark. But not Sabina.

She'd wanted to be an Old Lady. Loved the irony, he suspected, of being an Old Lady at seventeen. In the six months before they'd officially become a couple, she'd managed to charm her way into the hearts of not only the other women of SAMCRO, but of most of the men as well.

Even Gemma had taken to the girl quickly, later telling Chibs that she was glad he'd picked one with a backbone. She'd taken Sabina under her wing, like a mother hen to a chick.


"I think you finally found yourself a good one."

Chibs smiled at Gemma, who was behind the bar he sat at, the two of them watching Sabina kick Tig and Bobby's ass at darts.

"Aye. She's somethin' else all right," Chibs said appreciatively, taking another sip of his beer.

"I like her; she's got backbone without being a pushy bitch," Gemma said, cracking open a beer of her own.

"Oh aye, can only have one of them per family," Chibs teased.

Gemma smiled, before reaching over to grab his hand. "Seriously, Chibs: this girl's a keeper. I don't care who says different, or for what reasons. I've never seen you this happy before. And not just sex happy," She added with a grin.

Chibs couldn't help the blush, and ducked his head in embarrassment as Gemma laughed at him. "Oh, lay off it," He muttered.

They were silent for a few minutes, before Gemma finally spoke again.

"Do you know how old I was when I married? I was sixteen. Know how old John was? Thirty five. And I still love him more than I've ever loved anyone, even now."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. I had run away from home, and was working in a restaurant down in Oakland, when John, Piney, Clay, and the others stopped for breakfast. After he left me a twenty dollar tip for a ten dollar meal, I threw off my apron, and followed him outside. The rest is history," She said fondly, a smile on her face.

"I wish I'd had a chance to meet him," Chibs said, his eyes still glued on Sabina. Tig groaned as she got another bullseye, and Bobby hung his head. "Jesus, are they goin' two on one now?"

Gemma grinned, and the moment was broken. "Yeah. After she beat 'em so hard the first time, they decided to try ganging up on her. And she's still kickin' their asses."

"Yo, Chibs, come control your woman over here!" Tig called out, as Bobby winged the outer edge of the board. " 'Cause this shit just ain't right, brother."

Chibs held his hands up in mock fear. "Oh no, Tiggy. Never mess with a woman when she's kickin' another man's arse. Otherwise, she might decide yours is a better target."

"Well, I'm ready to go anyways, Chibby. It's not even a fair fight anymore," Sabina said with a laugh, walking over towards Chibs, and taking a sip of his beer. "Although, I'll give ya tip, boyos: don't ever go up against an Irish lass at darts."

Chibs smiled, as he gently pulled the darts out of her hands, and from the far side of the bar, sunk two of the three darts into the bullseye, with the third missing the center by centimeters.

"Unless you're Scottish," Chibs said with a grin, pulling Sabina in for a kiss.

As the two walked out of the bar, with his arm slung over her shoulders, Chibs smiled down at her.

" How'd I get lucky enough to have you?"

She smiled back, and stood up on her tip toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "God's grace, luv," She said softly, before tucking herself tight against him.

"Aye."

"Although, I just want you to know… I could have made that shot too," She said with a mischievous grin. "I just did nae want to embarrass ya in front of your friends."

Chibs laughed as he handed her her helmet. "Oh aye, that's it. Get on the bike, you diaibhlin."

She gasped mockingly. "I can't believe you called me that, Chibby."

Even as he started the bike, and pulled off into the dusky night, he couldn't help but notice how she seemed to fit perfectly against him.


End Note: Diaibhlin is Scottish for Imp. The title, Análú tarrthála, is Irish for Kiss of life.