DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights, characters and whatever else belong to Kurt Sutter and FX Studios. Only the story idea is mine, and I make no profit- monetary or otherwise- from this production. Unless you want to count the shits and giggles i get from doing it.

A/N: The boys are back. : I saw a bunny the other day that looked like Tig (I swear curly raven colored fur and bright blue eyes) so i will thank that bunny and Evil Cosmic Triplets for support/beta'ing/dealing with my crazy imagination.

Warnings: So maybe a tad dark, I dunno your choice. Really no warnings for anything though except maybe a bit of foul language toward a kid from a mean shop owner guy. Really it's for everyone. Pointless/Useless reviews (ergo offering no support or criticism) will be devoured by Alasdair Coineanach!

The rabbit flattened its ears at his touch, its muscles bunching together in preparation; getting ready to flee if need be. Shaky fingers brushed over the silky charcoal and alabaster fur, the small hairs dampening with droplets of sweat. The rabbit didn't run away, though it did shrink back, pressing its small body against the wall. Such a fearful action drew a whine from the small boy, whose thin line of mouth was pulled down into a frown.

"I'm not gonna 'urt you," he whispered quietly, fingers stretching to reach the rabbit again.

In return, the animal merely sniffed his fingers, and hopped a little ways away. The little boy's lips formed a pout, and he drew his fingers back from the small case. Crouching down to be eye level with the rabbit, he pressed his face up against the glass.

"What are you doing here?"

Alex spun around, azure globes growing wide. Every fiber of his body screamed at him to run away at the angry voice.

"I said what are you doing here brat? I told you to get out the last time and never come back! So explain to me why your sorry ass is back here again." The question wasn't even a question, Alex knew that, but he still felt the need to answer- some inbred urge to try and please every adult, show that he wasn't some stupid kid.

"I was jus' pettin' da bunny."

"I don't give a damn what you were doing, you hurt that rabbit and I will skin you alive." The old, greased up bruiser of a shop owner stepped up against the much smaller boy. Each small move was a threat. The kid backed up in response. "Now GET. OUT."

Alex spun around, taking off as the shop owner yelled curses at his back.

He flew down the street, dodging cars and people, never slowing down until he was well away. That shop owner was nuts, an old Mafioso, and Alex knew the price of not listening. He'd been warned away before, but he couldn't help returning.

It was the only place in town that had animals- balls of fur and good nature that practically exploded in joy at a mere pat of the head. It made Alex grin every time, made him forget things he wished would leave him. They understood him - the kitties and pups, weasels and bunnies, even the fish - they understood what he wanted, and they loved him.

He trudged into the alley, sadness weighing his steps. Head in his hands, Alex finally slumped against the walls as tears glazed his eyes. He didn't understand why everyone hated him, it was just a rabbit, and he was just getting away- escaping. Yet everyone wouldn't let him disappear, they chased him away from everywhere. He was alone, unwanted, and not even allowed to pet a bunny.

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Filip drifted down the sidewalk, head in the clouds, a whistled tune floating off his lips. He had stopped by Alex's house before, finding no one there but a passed out drunk. Filip wondered where the boy could have gone off to. There weren't too many places around that were kid friendly, much less Alex friendly.

That was the one thing Filip hated about this place, just hated. People were too judgmental, Alex's parents were jerks therefore, so was their kid. Even if the exact opposite was true. Such unwarranted hatred for a small child really wasn't good, it messed you up in the head. Filip knew that from experience, he was lucky that no one ever really noticed him. His family didn't have a reputation here yet, and they were gone so often, leaving him to his own devices, it didn't really matter what he did- there was no one to complain to.

Filip stopped in front of the local pet store. The bell rang, signifying the door, and he saw a black silhouette dash out and down the street. The shop owner, angry fists pumping the air, was only a second behind. Filip already knew what had happened, he couldn't help but shake his head. That boy...

He wasn't sure why he always thought of Alex as a boy, but the kid was like his little brother- blood related or not- and he had a desire to protect the kid. It would work a lot better if Alex would actually listen to him once in awhile.

Filip jogged after him, catching up when Alex stopped in a small alley. The boy crumpled in on himself. Filip approached slowly, keeping his steps soft and light. He didn't want to spook the kid.

Filip was surprised when Alex's indigo eyes narrowed in on him. They were cold and still. The tears Filip thought would be there were dry.

"Ya alright?" Filip kneeled in front of Alex, there was a harsh look on Alex's face, a seriousness that a kid shouldn't have, shouldn't need.

"Fine."

Filip sighed, the word 'fine' meant many things- hurt, lost, falling apart, ready to give up- but it never meant 'fine'.

"I thought I told ya to stay out the store."

"I did."

"Liar." Filip tugged on Alex's ear, a small habit he'd never give up.

"S'op it. I ain't lyin'."

"Alex. I jus saw ya come out the place. You know ol' man Carmine don' like kids, much less you."

"Yeah well he's a...a, a jerk!"

"True. And yer daf."

"Daf? Whas that mean?"

Filip shook his head. "Don' worry bout it. So why were ya in this time?"

"Da bunnies. Didn' wanna be home, so I left. I jus wanted to pet one." Alex pouted. His eyes stared at the wall opposite him. "But that jerk, he wouldna let me."

Filip nodded and stood, walking back out of the alley, Alex stared at him in disbelief before trailing after him. "Where ya goin'?"

"To get somethin'. Go home, I'll see ya later."

Alex sat on the back stoop, his hands fidgety. He was bored, so very bored. It'd been at least an hour since Filip ordered him home, and the entire time he had just sat there, wondering what the older boy could possibly be doing.

Filip always confused him. The older boy was always there when he needed him, always hovering nearby like he didn't have his own life to attend to. Alex often wondered where his family was, why Filip never seemed to have anyone bossing him around.

It must be nice, Alex thought, no parents, no rules.

At this point he was tired of waiting; he was going to go back to the store, even if he was 'skinned alive' as a result. Alex wasn't even out of the yard when he almost ran into Filip. The older boy was carrying a large box.

"Jeez boy, where ya goin'? Thought I told ya to stay 'ere."

"I was..."

"Goin' back to see the animals? Yeah I figured. Sorry it took so long." Filip set the box down on the porch, and took off the blanket that was covering it.

Alex stood behind him, trying to peek around Filip's shoulders to see what was in the box. Child curiosity was getting the better of him as he shifted from foot to foot and huffed with impatience.

Filip grinned as he turned around. There was something small in his hands. Alex stared curiously. Filip's hands were moving- or whatever was inside them was. Filip opened his hands and Alex's jaw dropped. The little bundle of fur in Filip's hand was absolutely stunning to the young boy.

"Bunny!"

"His name's Alasdair Coineanach."

"Alloostar cun...yin..." Alex drawled uncertainly, the name felt strange on his lips, and had his tongue tied.

"Jus call 'im, Junior." Filip chuckled.

"Juner." Alex nodded, even as his hands ran over the rabbit's fur. "He's so soft."
"Yeah, 'ere take 'im."

"Wha?"

"Take 'im."

Alex shook his head, fervently. Filip sighed and shoved the rabbit into the younger boy's hands. "Take 'im. And don't drop 'im."

Filip turned around and started messing with the box he'd brought. It was an old fish tank that he had washed out and had placed chicken wire across the top. He placed some torn up newspaper scraps at the bottom of the cage, setting up a cozy, albeit cheap, home for the new pet.

"Whas that?" Alex asked he didn't seem to be paying Filip much attention; he was too preoccupied with the rabbit in his hands who seemed content to just sit there and observe its new surroundings.

"It's the cage for the rabbit; ya have to put 'im in something."

"Haf to? Why can't he can stay out and run around, I don' wanna lock him up." Alex whined, sparing a worried glance towards Filip.

"Well it's ta keep 'im safe, you let him out when ya want ta play. Keep 'im in when you're sleeping or whatever."

"Oh." Alex put the rabbit inside the cage with such gracefulness that Filip was a little shocked; the small boy was usually all rough-and-tumble.

"Remember ta feed 'im okay? Carrots, lettuce, twigs, leaves, grass, and plenty of water."

"Wait. I thought Juner was yours why am I-"

"Nah, Junior is yours Alex, I got 'im for you. Now take care of 'im."

"Really?" Alex was stunned, a pet all his. He was never allowed to have a pet- ever. His parents always said he'd kill it or something, that he wasn't responsible. But now he had a bunny.

Filip nodded and laughed as Alex looked between him and Junior like they were ghosts.

"Wow, all mine. Ya hear tha' Juner, you and me, gonna be best friends."

Junior seemed to like this idea; he reared back on his hind legs, looking like a giant curly, black poofball with his white paws pressed against the glass and his electric blue eyes twinkling. Alex shared a similar expression and Filip was glad he'd picked the right rabbit from the store before taking off. He wondered how long it would be before old man Carmine noticed that a rabbit was missing.

Filip grinned at the thought. Somehow, happiness for the miserable Alex, a good home for an animal, and stealing a bunny from a pet store right from underneath the owner's nose, was a small victory over the mean, old grouch.

Alasdair Coineanach is just Alex Rabbit in Scots Gaelic- roughly, or so the internet told me (if you know otherwise please inform me through a review or PM) - and that's why the bunny is then called Junior, cause he looks like Alex in Bunny form.

Plus if you actually speak Scots Gaelic- totally PM me, I wanna learn the language, maybe you can help.

Reviews make me grin!

Stay Frosty.