Summary: After leaving Charming four years ago, Harper Delaney arrives for the funeral of her mother and to help her older twin sister Harley run CaraCara while opening her own bar when she reunites with the Scotsman SON that caused her to run away after a painful misunderstanding but will they get back together? Co – Written with Eowyn628. Chibs/OC, Kozik/OC, Opie/Donna and Jax/Tara, Kerrianne/OC.

Scottish Translations.

Mo chailín – My darling.

Special thanks from Eowyn628 and DarylDixon'sLover, we are very glad that you are both enjoying the story so far and thank you Eowyn628 for editing the story. :)

In The Blood

Chapter 4

Harper was startled but melted into the kiss, she had missed him so much. The kiss brought back a lot of memories that Harper had hidden away, so it wouldn't hurt. Being there with Chibs made her smile as she kissed him back. They pulled away from each other and it was dark in the room lit only by the bedside table; she could still the outline of his scars on either side of his mouth. Harper kissed each of them gently as Chibs wrapped his arms around her tightly and rested his forehead against hers.

"I missed ya so much, Harper." Chibs said quietly as he looked down at her and met her dark hazel eyes.

"I missed you, more than you know." Harper gazed up at him, she felt guilty that she dusted over the truth about what happened in New Orleans but some things were better left buried. She learned that from both her mother and Gemma. They drilled that into hers and Harley's heads.

"Stay with me tonight." Chibs brushed a stray hair off of Harper's face. He wanted to be sure she was safe and if they slept together again in the process it would be a win-win situation.

She hesitated for a moment before answering, "I don't know Chibs." She didn't know if she was ready to just jump back into bed with him after everything that had happened. She didn't want to ruin them again.

Chibs sensed her hesitance. "I just want to be sure you are safe. Just share my bed with me tonight, love." He said as he patted the bed next to him as he sat down.

"Just let me hold you." He wanted to feel the closeness he had felt with her before she ran out of his life.

Harper bends over and pulls her knife out of her boot and placed it on the dresser after she kicked off her boots. Chibs had won the battle of wills. She pulled her jeans off and stood in front of him in her boy cut underwear and tank top before climbing into bed and under the covers. Chibs smiled as he enjoyed the brief moment he got to gaze at Harper's sun kissed skin, the Louisiana sun had agreed with her. He stepped away the bed and pulled off his kutte and gun holster and hung them on the chair that was sitting to the right of the bed. He pulled off his jeans and shirt and climbed into bed with Harper who snuggled into his arms. Chibs held her close as she curled into him, her dark mahogany brown hair falling over the pillows as she curled into him, her head resting over his beating heart. He nuzzled her hair tenderly, before closing his own eyes as he tried to get some rest. He was happy knowing that Harper was with him, it would help both of them keep the demons from their past away.

At least for the night.

"Goodnight my mo chailn." Chibs whispered softly as her stroked her cheek tenderly and closed his eyes as he fell into a deep restful slumber.

It was 9:40 when Harley finally made her way to kitchen after her shower and got ready to go to CaraCara. Half Sack had already gone and smiled slightly before smoothing down her jeans and took a drink of the coffee the sweet boy had made before he left. Harper quietly came through the door and she heard a motorcycle driving away. No doubt the rider was Chibs.

Harley smirked at Harper as she walked into the kitchen. "Where have you been all night?"

"You bitch!" Harper said with some humour in her voice. "You took my car home, I searched all over the clubhouse for my keys, it wasn't until Half Sack got there, I found out you took my car home. By the way, really? You and the prospect?! You know he tried to show me the reason why he was called Half Sack. I don't know where the club finds some of these guys." Harper smirked as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "He seems nice though." She wanted her sister to find someone who she could settle down with maybe the prospect was the guy who would make her his old lady.

"He's surprisingly good in bed." Harley smiled as she took a drink of her coffee. "Sorry I took your car, I couldn't find you so I figured you hitched a ride back home with someone else. Obviously you did not. So did Chibs bring you home?" Harley really wanted a happy ending for her twin sister. She wanted her to find that piece of her heart she lost when she lost Chibs and then Caden.

Harper ran her hand through her hair, and smiled broadly, "Yeah, he brought me home. I spend the night with him; we only slept...Har everything feels so right when I am with him. The pain goes away and I remember who I was before I left." Harper wanted that peace she use to have back in her life.

"Did you tell him about the baby?" She couldn't bring herself to say her nephew's name, it broke her heart.

"No but I did tell him about Jason partly, I just couldn't do it yet but maybe I will in a few weeks." Harper admitted as she looked at her sister's damp hair from the shower and her smart clothes and low heeled black boots.

She had left the room to get ready; she was going downtown later in the morning in order to start decorating the bar and finish meeting with the licensing people. She had enough money in the bank to pay for everything. Harley had offered to head over after work and help her get some of the easier things done around the bar before she call in a contractor. As she had finished changing her clothes, she heard a knock on the dour and Harley must have answered it. Harper walked out into the living room to see a battered and shaken Gemma followed by Tara and Donna.

"Gemma said she needs to tell us something." Donna explained concerned and Harley looked at her surrogate mother anxiously for a moment as did Harley.

"What happened, Aunt Gemma?" Harley asked worried.

Gemma broke down in front of the girls, "This is something I need you to promise me you will not tell anyone, especially Jax and Clay." She wiped the tears from her eyes. "Promise me!" Gemma said sternly. Fear shot through Harper as she saw her strong Aunty Gemma breaking into a thousand pieces.

The girls all nodded in unison, Tara stood strong by her side. Harper studied her face and there was something that told her, that Tara already knew. She didn't have a problem with Tara but she would if she broke Jax's heart again. They were young and Jax loved her with everything he had, Harper knew that that sort of love could be overwhelming if you weren't ready for it, she didn't blame Tara for running when she did.

"Last night I was attacked by three men. They raped me. Girls I need you to be careful and always be in groups of two. This cannot happen to you!" She said sadly. "They wanted the club to stop selling guns to black. I know it had something to do with the visit we had last night. I recognized one of the tattoos." Gemma shuttered.

"Aunty Gemma, you need to tell the club!" Harley stood up and embraced Gemma.

"No sweetheart. That is exactly what they wanted. They want the club to implode. Just do as I said." Gemma looked sternly at Harley.

"Fine." Harley knew she would have enough people with her if she was at CaraCara, Bobby and Half-Sack would be there with her, Donna had Opie, and Tara had Jax and her job at the hospital...but what about Harper. "Harper needs someone to keep an eye on her at the bar." Harley spoke up.

"I will be fine Harley. No one really knows I am back in town right now so I think I can live in some animosity still." Harper glanced from Harley to the matriarch. Gemma frowned at Harper, Luann had told her about the attack she had been through in New Orleans.

"What? I will be fine. I have my knife and I carry a gun in my purse. I took self-defence classes after I was attacked in New Orleans. I can defend myself quite well but if it will make you all feel better I will ask one of the guys to keep an eye on me at night, when I am working at the bar alone." She rolled her eyes at them. They underestimated her, she would never let anyone hurt her like Jason and his friends had. She would get her pound of flesh from at least one of them. Harper had changed after that, she had become harder and colder but at the same time she was still that sweet young girl but hid it so no one could hurt her.

"Alright sweetheart as long as you are careful." Gemma knew the truth about the baby. Harper didn't know that Harley had confided in their aunt when she got home from the baby's funeral. She was a broken soul not only for the baby but for her sister who grieved his death deeply; her heartache was profoundly she pushed Harley and Luann away. Gemma understood where Harper's fierceness came from, it was the loss of that sweet baby boy. She understood all too well.

"Did you see the guys faces?" Donna asked gently as she looked at Gemma who had a distant look on her face as she looked at the young women and sighed before nodding.

"One of them was AJ Weston." She said quietly and Harley slammed her cup on the table while Harper had a violent urge to use her knife.

"The guy who was with Zobelle last night, when he came to Bobby's party?" Harper asked horrified and Gemma nodded numbly as the women took that in.

"Fucking animals." Donna said angrily as she shook her head.

Gemma thought about the white masks they wore to keep themselves indistinguishable but Weston's algiz tattoo to signify his white supremacy, gave him away. "Tara and I were going to head to the hospital. I'm in a lot of pain girls."

"Please at least let us go with you." Harley said what Harper was thinking. They did not want Gemma to be alone during this.

The hospital was exactly as Harper remembered it, cold and sterile. Hell, it was like all hospitals and she hated them but she was tolerate this one for Gemma. The story Tara and Gemma came up with was to see if they could get Abel in for a recheck. After that they were going to take a peek at Gemma. Abel checked out perfect, which the girls all expected. Tara handed Abel off to Harley and made her way back into the room with Gemma. It wasn't long before Abel started to fuss, Harley tried everything she could think of to get the baby to be quiet. She didn't want to upset the whole of the hospital. Harley didn't know if she wanted a baby especially now with a fussy one.

Harper rounded the corner after going to get coffee for her and Harley. She could tell that her sister was getting frustrated with the fussy baby, "Give him here." Harper said softly as she put the coffees on the table near where they were sitting. Harley handed Abel over to her, thankful to be rid of him she plopped down in the chair and drank her coffee. It wasn't long after that Abel stopped crying and her sister's humming filled the waiting room as she bounced Abel in her arms. Harley smiled at how content Harper looked, she would have been the best mom. Maybe one day she still would be.

"Harley, Harper what are you two doing here?" Wayne Unser asked them as he walked towards where they were waiting for Gemma. They did as they were told to do and lied to him about why they were there. "No need to lie girls I know what happened to Gemma. I found her this morning. So we are all on the same page in case the club shows up, Gemma was in a car accident! Get it?" Both girls nodded in succession. The little lie was now turning into a big one but they were both glad Unser had the mind to cover it up with a car accident because there was no amount of make-up that would have covered Gemma's bruises. "Where is she?"

"In room 203 with Tara." Harley told him pointing him down the hall. If the lie was going to work they all needed to be on the same page. Especially Gemma.

Abel began to fuss again, so Harper started walking around the waiting room with him humming a lovely little tune. She gazed down at the little boy, who almost lost his life due to his crack whore mother's addiction. Wendy never deserved Abel or Jackson's love. He had confided in Harper, that when he married Wendy, he was just lonely. He missed Tara. She had done the same thing when it came to Jason. She never loved him or really cared for him, she was just lonely and wanted some companionship.

"You're going to make a good mum, one day love." Chibs' voice pulled Harper out of her mind and back into the present.

Harper slowly turned to face him, sadness was written all over her face. The words were on the tip of her tongue but she couldn't tell him. "I hope so, Chibs." Harper said quietly as she smiled down at Abel who was happily playing with her locket which had a thistle interlinked with a lily as she bounced him. She sat down before playing peek-a-boo with him and Chibs, causing him to giggle quietly. She loved the sound of babies laughing, it was such a peaceful sound and she couldn't help but smile. Abel yawned and started to rub his little hands against his eyes; Harper snuggled him close and hummed to him while stroking his soft cheek. He looked just like his daddy; she knew that Gemma doted on her only grandson while Tara acted like his momma. He was surrounded by fierce women and strong men.

"When are ya gettin' the bar done up?" Chibs asked softly as he watched her bond with Abel; who was dozing off as they sat down in the chairs. Clay and Jax storming in looking worried as they spotted Harper with Abel, Chibs and Harley.

"How is she?" Clay asked anxiously.

"She's in with Tara right now." Harley stood up quickly. "She walked herself in there if that helps."

Jax made his way over to Harper and Chibs, he smiled down at them. "That look suits you both." He smiled at the makeshift family in front of him.

"And what look might that be Jackie Boy?" Chibs raised an eyebrow at Jax.

"You two having a kid." He said amused as Harper's smile faded slightly but came back as she stood up and gently handed a sleeping Abel to Jax. Harper knew that Chibs would have made a wonderful father if she had told him. But then it had all been snatched away like ashes.

"What's the time?" She asked quickly as she dug in her bag to so she could check her phone and saw it was nearing ten, she had a meeting with the agents at eleven.

"Nearly 9:30." Chibs answered patiently.

"Shit, I have to go." Harper placed a swift kiss on Chibs' cheek and went to say goodbye to the others. She smiled almost longingly at Jax and Abel, who had wrapped his little fingers around his father's kutte.

"Does it seem like she's hiding something, to you?" Jax asked quietly as they watch Harper walk away down the hallway.

"Aye, she was attacked in New Orleans. Almost lost her life." Chibs said quietly to Jax, not knowing if he had betrayed her trust or not but the club should know what happened to their own.

Jax glared back at Chibs, "You're fucking kidding me right? Why wouldn't Luann or Harley tell us about it?" He was about to stand up and confront Harley about it but Chibs stopped him.

"Jackie Boy, she didn't tell us for a very specific reason...the guy is the son of an Irish King. Harper is smart enough to know what we would have done and it would have started a god damn war. Just let it be for now." Chibs was the voice of reason.

Harper walked into the bar she could officially call her own and a smile crossed her face. She was finally doing something for herself and not for anyone else; all the years in school and all the sleepless over-nighters had led her to that very place. She had signed the papers and she was officially in the clear to sell liquor at the beginning of the following month. It gave her just enough time to get the place decorated the way she wanted. The person who owned it prior to her obviously ran it as a dive bar and the insides were left lacking. Harper had went and bought white primer paint after she had met with the state's inspector and licenser. She had plenty of time on her hands and she planned on keeping herself busy with the bar. So she turned up the radio loud to a station that had music with a good dance beat and started to prime the walls, covering the graffiti and taking away the smell of stale cigarettes that permeated the bar.

Harper's phone rang after she had primed most of the walls in the main bar area, there wasn't a whole lot of area to cover. The phone call was a welcome break, she glanced at the caller id before answering it. Chibs. Her heart skipped a beat, "Hello?" She answered as she turned down the radio that was blaring loudly.

"Where you at love?" Chibs asked amused.

"I am priming the wall at my bar. Care to join me?" Harper would have loved company hours before but she would have accepted Chibs' company at any time. Harley had called to tell her she was working late because of the Gemma fiasco so she probably wouldn't be able to make it.

"Aye. Have you eaten anything?"

Harper looked at the clock that once sat on the wall behind the bar but was now on one of the bar stools. It was nearly eight at night. "Um. No, is it seriously almost eight?"

Chibs laughed on the other side of the phone, "Aye, love. How's about I bring some food and a couple of beers and help you out." Harper could hear his smile through the phone.

"I would love that. Promise me you won't laugh at me when you see me. I had a little accident with the primer and it may have splattered a bit." Harper had splattering of white primer across her face and in her dark brown hair.

"I wouldn't dare." Chibs joked. "I will be there in about 20 minutes."

Harper couldn't wait to spend some more quality time with Chibs. She put down her paint brush and walked to the bathroom to go make herself slightly more presentable. She scrubbed as much of the primer off of her face that she could, touched up her eyeliner and added a little lip gloss to her lips and started back out to the main area of the bar to be greeted by three large men with white masks on. Her mind instantly went to what had happened to Gemma. The fuck if these man were going to do that to her. She wasn't wearing her shoes and glanced across the room where they sat with her knife inside. She had a better chance of getting to her purse which was sitting behind the bar, at least she had a gun in there. Harper played it cool as she walked behind the bar slowly.

"A little early for Halloween costumes, isn't it?" She said smartly as she watched the men move closer to where she was, one of them was blocking the entrance where she had just walked through. She lunged for her purse just in time to grab her gun and turn it one of the men. "Stay the fuck away from me." Her voice was strong but everything inside of her shuttered.

"Or what biker bitch, you'll shoot us?" The man asked sarcastically and Harper glared at him. She kept her eyes on the masked men as she made her way to the side of the bar where her knife was. She quickly jumped over the bar and went for her boots but dropped her gun in the process as one of the men grabbed onto her leg and pulled her down as just as she reached for her knife it The masked man punched her hard across the face, causing her stumble but she regained her balance and stabbed one of them in the upper thigh, she hoped it was fucking Weston that she stabbed.

"Fucking Jewish bitch!" The man yelled enrage; he punch her again as the other two grabbed at her but she kneed one of them in the crotch, causing him to yelp.

'This would not happen again.' She thought to herself as she fought back with everything she had. Thought she heard a motorcycle pull into the parking lot but then again it could have been wishful thinking. She hoped to God that if it was Chibs that he didn't get hurt as one of the men grabbed her by the arms, his breath reeking of meth and beer as she grappled with him, one of the men had kicked her knife away as she tried to desperately reach for it.

Instead she went for the next most powerful thing. "I'm Jewish from my mother's side, asshole!" Harper screamed enraged as she grabbed a tin full of paint and hit him with it. He stumbled back slightly.

Chibs had a gut feeling that something was wrong when he got to the bar and saw another car in the parking lot of the bar. It was a car he didn't immediately recognize and Harper didn't mention anything about anyone else being at there with her. He pulled his prepaid out of the pocked of his shirt and dialled Tig.

"Yeah?" Tig answered the phone.

"I think we have some trouble brewing down at Harper's bar, get your ass down here and bring some back up." Chibs hung up the phone knowing that every moment he waited could have meant more harm to Harper.

"What we did to Clay's old lady, is going to look gentle when we get through with you, biker whore." One of the men had found her knife on the ground and he was flipping it around in his hands.

"What are your friends goin' to say when they found out you got your ass handed to you by a little girl?" Chibs voice called out from behind them. His eyes met Harper's, she looked to be in one piece other than some blood dribbling down the side of her face. She was stronger than she let on; she was able to hold off three large grown men. He didn't know how Tig was going to handle the masked me, they may have look a little bit too much like dolls for him. He pointed his gun towards the men. "Now I might not be able to hit all three of you before you over power me but I sure as hell, will try."

Harper took it to her advantage that the men were no longer looking at her and shakily made her way to the side of the bar where her gun was. She felt panicked and didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to hold it together. This attack brought her back to the night of Jason's attack on her. Her heart rate picked up and she started to become short on breath...Oh God not now...she thought to herself, this was no time for a panic attack when Chibs life was risk. She used a trick one of her friends taught her, focusing on her fingers and what they were doing, holding her gun, her life line; then she moved on what she wanted them to do. It cleared her mind just enough to clear her panic. She stood up as the men were still closing in on Tig.

"Hey, fucker. What about me? I thought you wanted to wreck me." One of the masked men turned and walked towards her. It wasn't Weston from what she could tell but she didn't care anymore. She pulled her gun up and squeezed the trigger. Shit. She hit the man in the chest. He screamed out and he fell to the ground bleeding profusely all over the floor. Chibs fired a couple of rounds at the other two men who realized it was probably time for them to go.

Harper watched the man on the floor moan and flail as he bled all over the plastic she had laid on the floor to protect it from the paint. She felt oddly calm about what she had just done. She had protected herself, her family and the man she loved.

Harper shot another bullet into the man as he spat at her. Chibs walked over quietly, took the gun out of her hand and placed it on the counter before pulling her into his arms. His embrace helped her relax as he glared at the scumbag who had tried to hurt Harper.

"Who sent ya?" He asked calmly but Harper could hear the menacing tone underneath the calm question. Chibs glared at the man, who he had unmasked, he was one of Weston's crew.

The man spat at him. Chibs punched him hard and the rings clinked on his fingers as the man choked on his blood. Harper watched on in a cool calm.

"Chibs, I'm ok." Harper said quietly as she took his roughened hand and he looked down at her, before holding her tightly to him, breathing in her bluebell and lily perfume.

"If I'd been two minutes late..." Chibs said, his voice trailing off.

"But you weren't." Harper felt the tension and fear leave her body. Chibs kissed the top of her head.

"Well shit, looks like we missed all the fun, Hap." Tig's said as he entered seeing the dying man on the floor, mask lying next to him. He didn't know who he was but there was a familiar tattoo on the side of his neck that he saw peeking out from under his collar. He was a member of L.O.A.N.

Harper snorted against Chibs chest before turning around and facing Tig and the man who her sister called, Happy. "Oh we were just having loads of fun here." Sarcasm oozed thickly in her voice.

Happy shot the man in the head and the several more rounds in the man who was obviously dead.

"Is he dead Hap? Because I don't know if he is dead." Tig smirked over at Happy, who glowered back at him. He was not amused. "You good Harper girl?" Tig asked.

Harper nodded, "A little shaken but okay." Her mind went to the body on the floor, she moved her hand up to her neck to toy with her locket which she did when mindlessly while she was thinking but it wasn't there. She whipped her body around searching for floor where she had been for the locket.

"Harp, what's the matter?" Chibs gazed over at the freaking out girl.

"I've lost my locket. Where is it?" Tears were filling her eyes, she couldn't lose it; it was all she had left of him.

"We can get you another one, love. Hap, Tig would you be able to take care of this?" Chibs motioned to the body of the dead L.O.A.N member. They nodded as he made is way over to Harper who was frantically searching the floor on her hands and knees. "Come on Harper." He didn't want her in the bar in case they guys came back with back up or if the police showed up.

"No!" Harper shoved him away. "Where is it?" She sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest and sobbed into them. She had lost the one piece she still had of Caden with her in Charming. "I'm so sorry." She said quietly.

Chibs glanced helplessly over at the other two men who had started to roll the body up into the plastic. They shook their heads. "Harper, there is no need to be sorry. Come on, I can get you another locket love. Please come with me."

"My mom gave it to me, I have to find it." Harper said desperately as she started up her search again. Chibs sighed deeply as he helped her look for it. He was behind the bar when he spotted a delicate silver chain with an oval shaped locket with a thistle intertwined with a lily on it. It was lying on the ground open and he saw a photo of a tiny baby dressed in blue, it was a baby boy and a piece of dark brown hair, taped to the opposite side.

Who was the baby boy? Maybe it was one of Harper's friend's child in New Orleans or a little brother he didn't know about. He decided to ask her later about it, when she wasn't so worked up. That is when he saw Harper's silver moon and black stars tattoo on the left side of her stomach, partially covering the scar from her beating. There was something he hadn't noticed before, it had tiny scripted initials beside it. ~CFT

Enjoy and Chibs is getting closer to finding out the truth. :)