Disclaimer: I don't own SOA characters…just Jasmine and Matt. I might introduce new characters further down the road, but as of right now, Jas is my only one. Props to Kurt Sutter for writing such an awesome show!

Son of a bitch. What happened? There was a pounding so fierce in my head that I didn't even open my eyes at first. I knew that if it was daylight out or the lights where on, it would cause the pounding in my head to get worse. So, I kept my eyes close just for a minute. This is going to be one hell of a hangover. Slowly, I opened my eyes and immediately knew that a hangover was going to be the lease of my problems. I was in a small room with very bright lighting. My arm had an IV in and I was in a hospital gown. I put my hand to my hand and touched gauzes. I wonder if that is the source of the headache. Well, most likely that with the combination of SoCo. There is something else I should remember about last night. I know I went to a bar, drank a few with the bartender and my friend, and then hearing bikes pull up. But what happened after that. Oh, shit! If my dad finds out I am dead! Worse than dead if Matt finds out. I had to get out of here and get back to Matt's before he realizes that I am gone. I thought I was the only one in the room when I heard a soft grunt beside me. I looked over to see nothing but graying hair sticking out of the top of a jacket. He had on blue jeans with boots. His back was turned from me. Well, whoever that was, I had to give him the slip. I had to get back to Lodi. I slowly took off the tape that was around the IV site and quickly pulled the IV out. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and located the closet. I opened the doors, hoping to find my clothes. They were folded on one of the shelves. I put on my pants and shirt and slid my wallet and keys into my pocket. I looked around on the floor for my boots and found them in the corner by the window, close to the man in the chair. I tipped toed over and picked up my boots. I turned to head out the door when I heard another soft grunt. I froze waiting on him to call out to me. I waited for another minute before softly making my way toward the door. As I reached out to touch the handle and a hand landed on my left shoulder. I jumped in surprise.

"Where are ya going darlin?" That Scottish accent really sounded familiar. I turned around and was taken back by the man that stood in front of me. He is taller than me. 6 foot if I am right. His hair was long, but not too long. Those eyes are my favorite part of him. They are the oddest color brown. Not quite a light brown, but not so brown they were almost black. No, his eyes are the color of fall. And fall happened to be my favorite time of the year. Just looking at them, I lost all of my surroundings. I could lose myself in them. As I examined his face, I noticed the scars. They start at the corner of his lips and go up both cheeks. They gave him character. It made him stare worthy. Before I could say anything, this gorgeous man grabbed me by my arm and led me back to my bed. I crawled back into bed and brought my knees to my chest in a nervous manner. Even though I am wildly attracted to this man, I still don't know him. He sat back down in his chair. At first, we just sat in silence. I looked forward not wanting him to know how much I just wanted him to crawl into my bed with me. I wanted to know his whole body, not just his face. But, I kept looking forward. If he wanted me the way I wanted him, he was going to work for it. Finally, I decided to break the silence.

"So, what is going on? Why am I here? What the hell happened? Who the hell are…." I was cut off by his hand covering my mouth. Apparently, I was asking to many questions. Well, I wasn't going to give up that easy. I am in a fucking hospital with my head bandaged and with a stranger. A hot stranger, but stranger none the less. I took his wrist and shoved his hand from my mouth. "Look, I will slow down the questions, but you need to answer me or I am leaving." He looked at me for a moment, seemingly considering just letting me go, but then he said, "Ok. Just a few questions and I will answer them if I can. I decided to ask the obvious question first. "Where am I? And don't say a hospital. I don't need smart ass answers to my questions." I said sternly. If I was leaving soon, I wanted to know everything quickly. "You are at St. Thomas Hospital in Charming, California."

"Ok. Next question. What happened? Why am I here?"

"I tell you what, you are a firecracker, you are. You decided that you would take on the right hand man of the president of the Mayans. They are a motorcycle club that was once our enemies, turned allies. They are not pushovers. Though you are in a hospital bed, I thought you had spunk last night. If we hadn't of stepped in the heated argument, you would probable be in the morgue instead of recovery." He said matter of fact.

"Hmm. I must of drank more than I thought. Now, who are you?" The answer didn't shock me, but made him even more attractive.

"My name is Chibs. I am a member of the Sons of Anarchy, California chapter. I was in last night at the bar on business when I decided that your ass needed saving." Chibs said smugly. I just shook my head.

"Smart ass are we?" I chuckled. "My name is Jasmine. Now, why are you still here? Are you protecting me now?" I was meaning to be a smart ass back, but his answer left me in complete shock.

"Yes. Your uncle would have my ass if anything was to happen to you." I felt my jaw drop a little bit. He knew my uncle, yet I have never met Chibs. Believe me, I would have remembered him.

"You know Matt?" I was completely puzzled.

"Yes. And your dad. They were in a MC together. Actually, more like founders. And, I know more about you than you think. You might think that everyone knows you by Jasmine. But you was first known by Lane." At this, my jaw hit the floor. I was completely speechless and that didn't happen too often. Then it hit me. There was a picture last night. That had to be when they were in their MC. I had to get back to that bar. Now seemed like the perfect time. I got up off my bed and started toward the door. Again, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, this time not taken off guard and stared Chibs in the face.

"I have to get back to that bar. You can take me there."

"Lane, you are not going anywhere. Didn't you here me? You're uncle and your dad would have my ass." "The name is Jasmine. And I am going with or without you. You are more than welcome to join me, but I am going." I said getting closer to him. He took a step closer to me. We were now almost nose to nose. Close enough I could smell the mixture of cigarettes and whiskey. I wanted to close my eyes and breathe him in. The thoughts that were crossing my mind was clouding my judgment. I shook my mental thoughts from my mind and focused on what needed to be done.

I stood my ground. "Like I said, either you come with me, or I will find this place on my own." Chibs looked down at me. There was something in the way he looked at me, but I couldn't place it. I held my own and looked back. I wasn't going to budge. Then, he walked back to his chair, grabbed his cut and slung it over his shoulders. He bent down and kissed me on my forehead. It was a sweet thing for him to do, but I wanted him to be anything but sweet. Dirty was the word for it. Damn it. Stop thinking like that. I just stood there, waiting on what he was going to do.

"Ok. I will go with you just so you will stay out of trouble." He placed his hand on my waist and opened the door. Who stood on the other side of the door, made Chibs drop his hand quickly.

"Where are you two going?" Matt asked with a very pissed off look on his face.

Ok, so I know I have been gone forever. So much shit has happened. Sorry loves. Hopefully I will update soon. Reviews are always welcomed.