A/N: Okay, so: the little Irish Gaelic I know I picked up from my grandfather on my mother's side, who I haven't seen in almost ten years. So I'm a little rusty. I also am getting all my spelling online. I doubt there's many of you out there who speak Gaelic (if you do, please say so : D), but I like to try and be as accurate as I can. The translations can be found at the bottom. That being said, special shout-outs to my first reviewers: HaylsVale, demonicseer, and chibslover.

Oh, another little aside: Sabina's middle name -Leigh- is pronounced Lee. Just an FYI. : )

"Chibs. Come on, luv, it's time to wake up. Oh come on, ya lazy bum, we've got things to do today!"

Chibs muttered at her under his breath, and pulled the blankets up tighter, stuffing his head under the pillow as he did so.

"What did you just call me?"

"I said, 'Go away'. I'm sleepin'," He said loudly.

"I can see that. Chibby, come on. Ya promised me we could do somethin' together today," She pleaded.

Chibs sighed. "Just… Give me ten more minutes, Críona. Just… Start me a cup of coffee…" He said defeatedly.

"Ten minutes, Filip. I'm gonna 'old ya to that," She said with a laugh, before the room went silent, and Chibs assumed she had left.

After a year and a half together, their lives had fallen into a comfortable routine. He worked at Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair during the day, while she had gotten a job waitressing at one of the diners. About once a week, he'd be home late, after doing some club work; about twice a month, he'd be gone over night, or even for a few days.

Last night had been a protection run on a truck hauling electronics to Oakland, after a stop in Lodi. After Jax and Opie's little 'game' with a lone Calaveras in Lodi, the Sons hadn't even left Oakland for the trip home until close to one in the morning. He hadn't parked his bike in the garage until close to four, after checking back in at the club.

He groaned as he peeked out from underneath the pillow to glance at the clock. Almost ten. Shit.

He sighed as he heard Sabina puttering around the kitchen, directly underneath their bedroom. From the sound of it, she was making him breakfast to go along with the coffee he'd asked for. For the life of him, he would never know why she stayed with him. She was much too good for him.

It was just going to make the conversation that much harder.

"Sabina."

"One minute, luv," Sabina said dismissively, flipping the eggs in the pan over, careful not to break the yolks. "This'll be done in a second."

"Sabina, we need to talk." Chibs couldn't look at her, so he stared down at the table he was leaning against.

"Oh yeah? About what?" She asked off-handedly, grabbing a plate, before scooping the eggs onto it, and heading for the toaster to pop in some bread.

"Christ, Sabina Leigh, can ya sit down for a minute?"

Chibs finally looked up, and seen the scared look that flashed across Sabina's face, before she regained her composure, set the plate on the counter, and sat down at the table, folding her hands across her chest.

"Alright, Filip. What do we need to talk about?"

Chibs turned towards her, setting his clenched fists on the table, unable to look at her. "It's uh… It's…" He hesitated, unable to come up with the words.

"Jesus, Filip, just spit it out," She said wearily.

"It's about the club, Críona," He finally said. "They've found a new pipeline for the guns. It's a good deal, all the way around."

He glanced at her, seen her confused face, before looking back down at the scarred and pitted table.

"I do nae understand," She said slowly. "What's goin' on?"

"The new pipeline is from the IRA."

Silence. Complete and utter silence. Chibs waited to see if she would say something –anything –but there was nothing. Finally, not knowing what else to say, he mumbled, "The toast is gonna burn."

"Forget the fuckin' toast, Filip! Are yee fuckin' mad? 'Ave yee lost your marbles? Dé tha thu ah smaoinigh?" She yelled, slipping into Gaelic in her anger.

"Sabina –"

"Tu cann ni dairire!" She cut him off, tears in her eyes.

"I'm serious, Sabina. It's for the club," He said quietly.

"Fuck the club! This is a death wish!"

"Sabina, stad, agus ar éigin eistigi liom," He said gently.

He wasn't sure if it was his words, or his tone that convinced her to sit down. But she did sit.

"Look, I should be alright. This deal means as much to them as it does to SAMCRO. 'Sides, we're not on Irish soil, so it shouldn't matter. I'm not breakin' any rules."

"Bull shit," She snorted. "The IRA does nae forget, Filip. An' there's no 'rules' to be broken; they excommunicated yee. That means in their eyes, yee do nae exist. No IRA member can be punished for killin' yee! An' do yee really want Jimmy fuckin' O'Fallon knowing where yee are? Christ, he's already taken everythin' from yee once, Filip. Why risk it a second time?"

Chibs struggled to keep his temper under wraps, knowing that he wasn't really angry at her. In all reality, he was just as worried about it as she was –probably more so, knowing what Jimmy would do to Sabina –but it was for the club, and he couldn't just throw it away.

"Look, Sabina… Jimmy O isn't gonna risk pissin' off the Sons. He won't try anythin' 'ere on American soil."

"Oh, aye, 'cause the Sons really stood in his way last time, yeah?" She asked bitterly, hanging her head in her hands. "Which one 'o them stepped in to 'elp ya? Oh, that's right: no one. Nobody stands up to Jimmy O."

Chibs sighed, kneeling next to her. "Jimmy probably won't even be here. Michael McKeavy take care of business on this side of the ocean, and he's a decent man. I've got no fear there."

There was silence for a few minutes, before Sabina finally spoke again.

"If you're waitin' for some sort of permission, Filip, ya can forget it," She said stonily, wiping tears from her eyes, and standing up. "Do what you want, but know I'm nae okay with this, do ya understand?"

Chibs nodded slowly. "Aye."

As she stormed out of the room, and headed back upstairs, Chibs barely managed to pull himself into a chair, wincing as he heard the bedroom door slam shut.

End Notes:

Críona ~ My heart (basically the Gaelic version of babe, sweetheart, etc)

Dé tha thu ah smaoinigh ~ What are you thinking

Tu cann ni dairire ~ You cannot be serious

Stad, agus ar éigin eistigi liom ~ Stop, and just listen to me