Molly found herself buzzing around her tiny house like a bumblebee on speed, trying to get the place looking presentable. It wasn't an easy task of course, given what she had to work with.

She had swept the floors and put any of Mason's toys that had found their ways out to the living area, away in his room. She had polished the furniture, and cleaned the kitchen and the bathroom.

Molly had put Rocket in her bedroom locking the dog in with a puppy pad, water and food. Mason was at Tara and Jax's house.

His health had improved significantly and the pediatrician she had taken him to had assured her that he was no longer contagious.

So he was free to play with Abel without infecting him or Thomas, for a few hours.

Molly had worn the nicest thing she owned that would still be acceptable in the hot summer weather; a nice pink tank top, a pair dark jean shorts, a nice light gray cardigan, and a pair of short wedges.

She had even started a kettle of tea wanting to have something other than juice, milk, or soda to offer her lawyer.

Today was her first meeting with her lawyer Lucy Fisher. Molly had done a little research on her laptop once she'd finally gotten her wifi up and running. Apparently Lucy Fisher was a well-respected lawyer. Lucy's office was in a more swanky area of downtown Charming. She was probably one of the best lawyers money could buy.

Molly couldn't believe that Lucy Fisher was actually representing her, and all for at no cost. It was all pro bono.

It was a big relief considering she had been worried that she would never be able to find a lawyer who would be able to hold up his or her own to the team of lawyers Brian would more than likely hire.

Molly held her cell phone up to her ear resisting the urge to roll her eyes as she heard her sister's voice on the other end. "What do you mean you met someone?"

"I mean just that. I met a really great guy." Molly replied as she sat back on her ugly orange sofa her feet sore from her marathon cleaning spree.

"What's he like?" Candace asked concern obvious in her voice.

Molly let out a sigh knowing that Candace had a right to worry, considering Brian.

She could admit she was still a little concerned by what Chibs had told her about his past; his marriage, the scars on his cheeks. The mention of the IRA really worried her. The only thing she could think of when she heard the word was car bombs and violence.

It concerned her to know that Chibs had such a violent past. A little voice in the back of her mind kept on telling her to drop him from her world before that violence hit her and her son.

She was almost frightened to realize though that she didn't want to part from him. Despite her concerns about his past she couldn't pull away from him.

Molly was doing her best to put her trust in Chibs. He was good to her son and he was good to her.

She prayed that she wouldn't regret this decision.

Molly stared down at her feet suddenly very interested in her pink toenails. "He's... amazing actually. Mason really likes him."

She was unable to stop herself from smiling at the thought of Chibs. They had plans this afternoon after her meeting with her lawyer.

He was going to take Mason and her to the park, a little date. It was sort of a chance for Mason to bond some more with him.

They had spent time together before this of course. He had come over to her home several times after their disastrous first date. They'd had dinner together with Mason. They had been making an attempt to get to know one another a little more.

They were trying to take things slow, though it was obvious that the relationship was becoming very serious very quickly.

He had come over more than a few times and done his best to help her care for Mason while the child recovered from the chicken pox. He had even watched a couple of Disney movies with Mason and she which had been pretty adorable.

Chibs had sat right beside Mason on her ugly couch and let the boy explain the plot which ever movie they watched. He even asked Mason questions about the movies here and there. It was clear that Mason had been thrilled that Chibs was paying such close attention to him and what he had to say.

Chibs had really taken the time to try to get to know the boy. It was clear that Chibs had meant what he'd said when he told Molly that he understood that her son was an important part of her life.

He was proving that he understood that Mason came with Molly. He was proving that he cared for both Molly and her son.

Molly was amazed that Chibs had stepped up to being there for Mason. He had done it so effortlessly.

Chibs had done far more than most men would be willing to do. And it just made Molly adore Chibs even more.

Molly was a little afraid of how Mason would handle Mr. Chibs and his mother obviously being more than just friends.

Mason hadn't asked about his father, not yet anyway. So she'd had time to think about how she would handle the question when it did come up.

She was just waiting for the boy to ask. She just hoped that the development in Chibs' and her relationship wouldn't affect her son's relationship with Chibs.

The boy adored him, so the last thing she wanted to do was ruin that. Mason needed a good male presence in his life. And so far Chibs was proving to be that presence.

"He's a mechanic... he rides a motorcycle with a club he's in. He has a good heart. He knows about Brian and he's willing to be here for Mason and me. He's really great." Molly explained deciding to leave her suspicions about the motorcycle club out of the conversation.

Chibs and she still hadn't sat down and discussed Samcro just yet. Although they both knew that it was a discussion that needed to happen.

Molly wasn't an idiot. She knew that samcro wasn't just an innocent little club; her mind had jumped to all sorts of conclusions about what the truth could be.

When she let her mind wonder too far into the subject she began to fear that Chibs was some sort of freak. She was afraid that he was hiding something disgusting and horrible. Why else would he keep putting off talking about samcro?

He had already told her about his past ties to the IRA. That was dangerous enough. Could SAMCRO be worse?

He hadn't done anything to make her think that he was capable of violence.

He had done nothing to show her that he was some sort of deviant monster that would harm her or Mason. He had been a perfect gentleman to her and a true sweetheart to Mason.

There was nothing to fear, she told herself. Whatever she was imagining was probably far worse than the truth, she would see that. She had almost completely convinced herself of this.

"Never thought you'd go for a badboy. How old is he? Please don't tell me you've become some sort of cougar?" Candace asked knowing that her jesting would make her older sister blush.

And it did. Molly's cheeks turned dark pink at the teasing. "I don't think I'm old enough to be considered a cougar. He's older than me actually...he's forty eight."

Candace let out a sigh as she pointed out the one thing Molly already knew. "Jack and mom are going to freak you know...They're going to want to meet the guy and grill him."

"I know...don't remind me." Molly replied dreading the day her mom and brother forced her sister to drive them over to Charming to inspect her new boyfriend.

To call her family dysfunctional would be too much of a compliment. Yes she knew that everyone's family was dysfunctional.

She had once heard a quote from Leo Tolstoy that went something like All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in it's own way.

That quote pretty much described her family; they coped with trauma and sadness with alcohol and passive aggressive comments. That wasn't to say that they didn't all love each other. They just loved each other in a very flawed sort of way.

She was sure that once Chibs met the mess that was her family he would probably run away as fast as he could.

She shook her head not wanting to focus on something that might not happen for a long while.

Molly ended the conversation with her sister and hung up her phone, as there was a sudden knock at the front door.

She laid her phone on the coffee table by the manila folder. She had put everything she would need to give her lawyer in a thick folder. She took a deep breath straightening her hair trying to make herself look presentable before she went to answer her door.

Lucy Fisher was the definition of elegance. Lucy Fisher was a tall thin woman with a designer wardrobe. Her white hair had been cut into the perfect pixie cut and the prada eyeglasses she wore made her look every bit as intelligent as she was.

Lucy had an air of confidence and pure boldness. She was just the woman to handle Molly's case.

Molly had expected the woman to look down on her as elegant as she was; so she had been surprised to find that the woman was respectful and compassionate.

Molly spoke looking up from the photos she had spread out along the coffee table while the two women talked about what her best strategy would be in this divorce. "Is this enough to keep Brain away from my son forever?"

"Oh it's more than enough. As soon as we show a judge this evidence Brian Parker won't have a leg to stand on." Lucy stated impressed that Molly had gathered so much evidence to use against her husband.

Lucy Fisher had seen some nasty things over her years as a lawyer; her main case load was defense work. She had been willing to work the divorce case though for a friend of samcro. After all the club provided her with enough work.

The pictures were haunting even to Lucy. It was clear that Molly Garrett had been through years of anguish.

No judge would look at all of this evidence and take Molly's husbands side of things.

Lucy spoke again her voice gentle. "Gemma said that you had concerns about your husband coming to Charming?"

Molly felt her stomach plummet at the thought of her husband coming to unleash hell. She had a feeling that he would come as soon as the divorce papers were written up. "He doesn't know where I am...but I'm afraid he'll find out. I don't know what he's capable of. After that last...beating, I'm sure that he's capable of so many horrible things...I don't want him to come near my son."

"I would suggest going to the police here and filing a restraining order." Lucy stated giving her best professional opinion.

"But won't that just tell him where I am?" Molly asked knowing that with a restraining order papers would be sent to Brain ordering him to stay away from her and Mason. The papers would more than likely tell her location.

Lucy sighed knowing that Molly had a point. "This is just if he shows up dear. If you get a call from him or you see him, file that restraining order."

Molly nodded her head her stomach beginning to knot up.

What was she supposed to do with a damn restraining order, throw it at him; she couldn't help but to think bitterly.

Molly shook Lucy's hand as the woman spoke. "We'll be in touch Miss. Garrett. Don't worry about a thing, I'm the best damn lawyer in the state."

Molly smiled hoping that Lucy Fisher was right. The woman seemed to know what she was doing.

This was all going to turn out okay. She had nothing to fear, she just wished that she believed that.


Chibs pushed Mason on a swing at a big park not far from Molly's rental house. The boy let out a squeal filled with the type of pure joy only a child could have as the swing swung high up into the air.

The boy seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that the playground had cleared out the second a few of the mothers had spotted Chibs' kutte.

Chibs was thankful for the kid's clueless innocence. The last thing he wanted was for the child to ask why people were so frightened of Mr. Chibs.

Chibs was astonished at the irritation he felt over people disappearing from the area at sight of him. It was something that wouldn't have bothered him in the past. In the past he would have stayed proud not letting anyone's opinion bother him. Though with Mason here to witness peoples fear, it certainly did trouble him.

He didn't like people judging him so clearly in front of the little boy. Chibs feared that one day people would judge Mason just because of him.

After all Chibs planned on being around for the long run. He hadn't lied to Molly when he'd promised to be there for Mason no matter what happened in their relationship.

He wanted to help Molly as much as possible. Wasn't that his place as Molly's boyfriend, be there to give support? Shouldn't he be there to help her with the boy? He knew he needed to play a positive male role model for Mason.

What would happen when Mason started school in less than a few short months? Would teachers fear Molly's boyfriend? Would other kids parents not allow their children to play with Mason once they realized just who Mr. Chibs was?

Chibs let out a sigh knowing that he was probably getting ahead of himself. He just felt so protective over both Mason and Molly. It was still very strange feeling so protective over someone who he hadn't known all that long.

He just felt so content when he was with them. Mason and Molly didn't fear him; they didn't see him as the outlaw, or as the foreigner, or as the scary biker.

They saw him as Filip. They saw the good in him; his loyalty to his loved ones and his kindness. They liked him for who he really was, not because of samcro, but because he was good to them.

It was clear that Molly and Mason had him wrapped around their fingers and they probably didn't even know it.

Chibs wanted to give them both the best. He feared that once the truth came out about Samcro that Molly would want nothing to do with him. That Molly would think that he was too dangerous. That she wouldn't think he was the type of man she needed.

He didn't want to lose her. He loved the compassion she gave him. He loved her gentle touch, her lips against his, her laugh, and the look of trust she gave him.

The past few nights he had visited Molly Garrett had been the best nights he'd had in a long while.

Chibs spoke as his arms began to grow tired. "Why don't ya go get that bread we brought from yer ma? I bet tha ducks would love some bread."

And that was all it took for Mason to abandon the swing and run for his mother who was sitting out on a big blue tartan blanket they'd brought along with them.

They had taken her bug of course, given that a bike wasn't enough to transport two people along with a child. Though Mason had recently started to ask if he could ride with Chibs on the bike.

Molly wasn't quite up to allowing that just yet. Chibs was sure that he would convince her eventually though to let him take the little lad for a ride.

Mason giggled as he threw stale bread crumbs out towards the ducks at the park; well actually he launched the bread directly at the ducks instead of to them.

Chibs sat with Molly close by on the tartan blanket watching the boy closely as he fed the ducks. The both of them being sure that he didn't get too rambunctious with something that might decide to bite.

Molly sat back in between Chibs legs his arms wrapped around her. She wasn't sure if she could call this spooning considering they were sitting up.

Chibs spoke mentioning the lawyer for the first time today. They hadn't wanted to discuss it with Mason within earshot. "How'd everythin go with Lucy Fisher?"

"Really good she thinks I have a good fighting chance...she wants me to file a restraining order against Brian." Molly admitted fear swirling in her gut again at the mention of her husband.

Chibs tensed at the mention of a restraining order he was tempted to tell her not to worry about any restraining orders. He wanted to tell her that he would take care of the bastard himself if he showed his face here.

He decided to bite his tongue though not wanting to freak her out with violent threats. He let out a tired sigh as he spoke up. "What are ya goin to do?"

"I don't know yet...I just don't want to risk him finding out where Mason and I are." Molly replied her throat tightening at the thought of Brian ever coming near her son.

"Ya know I aint goin to let a thing happen to either one of ya lass. Ya have plenty of people who care fer ya and are goin to protect you and that boy." Chibs stated as he leaned over pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Molly smiled his words comforting her. She spoke again changing the subject. "I want to do something nice for Gemma, for helping me with the lawyer."

Chibs smiled not surprised that she wanted to do something to thank the woman. He knew thought that Gemma wasn't the type to expect a big deal of a thanks. "Don't worry bout it love just tell her thanks and that'll be nough. She'll be satisfied as long as ya make it clear to her that ya appreciate what she's done."

"She seems very protective of you." Molly pointed out remembering the conversation she'd had with Gemma. It was like Gemma was a mother inspecting her son's new girlfriend.

Chibs smirked at the comment knowing that Gemma was the definition of protective. "She's a bit like a ma to all the guys in the club. Sorta the queen of samcro."

"What about your mother? The only member of your family you ever talk about is Kerrianne." Molly dared to ask deciding to ignore the queen of samcro comment.

Chibs let out a sigh his mother was a painful topic for him. He knew though that he could talk to Molly about it.

After all she already knew a bit about his painful past. So it wouldn't hurt to tell her more. "She raised my little sister and I single handily. My da wasn't that good of a man, he disappeared when my sister was a baby. My ma tried, she really did. She worked all sorts of jobs tryin to make ends meet. When I was bout twelve she got sick."

He paused for a moment as Molly placed a hand over his wanting to provide him a sense of comfort through his discussing the past. "She had cancer of the pancreas...it was too late by the time the doctors found it...she didn't even last a year. After that my sister and I went ta live with an aunt. I was in pain...grieving. I was angry. I dove into motorcycles after that...became obsessed with em. I rebelled hung out with a bad crowd...bought my first bike at sixteen and the rest is history. My sis and I don't talk...she doesn't approve of my lifestyle..My nephews followed in my footsteps...She blames me."

Molly nodded her head suddenly understanding a bit more about Chibs and why he had become the man he was.

She spoke wanting to share a bit of her past as well. "When I was about eight my father killed himself...He was mentally ill, disturbed and using drugs. I guess in his warped mind he thought we'd be better off with out him. My mother never recovered...they were high school sweethearts. We lost our house and had to move to a trailer park. I didn't feel safe after that. I felt lost...guilty that I wasn't strong enough to save my father from his own destruction...We were close...I guess that's why I went with Brian...he told me he could make me feel safe...my mother knew better of course...but I guess hindsight is 20/20."

"I bet yer dad would be proud of ya lass...of yer boy." Chibs stated honestly believing it. He felt a little speechless at what else he should say. He had no idea how else he could provide her comfort.

He understood how it was to lose a parent; how the guilt could eat you alive if you let it. How you would do anything to relieve the pain no matter how dangerous it was. How you would to anything to distract yourself.

Molly took a deep breath his words comforting her though she wasn't quite sure if she believed them.

Maybe he would be proud though. He would be proud that she was being strong taking care of her son.

"Your mother would probably be proud of you I bet." Molly replied wanting to return the favor. She did believe that his mother would probably be proud to know that her son was such a strong man. That he was so kind even when the world hadn't been that kind to him.

Chibs chuckled knowing that his mother would probably ground him for life if she ever saw him and what he'd become. Still though Molly's statement made the child in him feel at ease.

They sat in silence for a long moment enjoying the day. For once it wasn't too hot.

Molly let out a soft sigh as Chibs traced his right hand underneath the pink tank top she was wearing, her hand still remaining over his left hand. She hadn't changed out of the outfit she'd worn to meet with her lawyer.

His hand felt oddly amazing against her skin. His hand was warm against her but the rings were cold. It was a fascinating yet pleasurable sensation that she was sure she could get very used to.

Chibs frowned as she tensed his hand running along the vertical scar from the csection she'd had five years ago. It was a thin line that went along her stomach stopping right underneath her belly button.

Molly spoke the words spilling out of her mouth revealing something that had weighed down on her self-esteem for years. "Brian hated that scar...he said it ruined my body...that and the stretch marks."

Chibs frowned a sense of rage washing over him at the confession. He found that he always felt rage at the mention of Molly's soon to be ex husband though.

Chibs had easily come to the decision that if or when Brian Parker stepped foot in Charming then Chibs would make him pay for what been done to Molly Garrett and her son.

He spoke wanting to make it clear to her that Brian Parker was a asshole who hadn't deserved to even touch her. "He was an arse. That scar and those marks are proof that ya gave life to that amazing little lad of yours sweet lass. You gave the world Mason and that makes ya more gorgeous than anything in the world to me."

Molly felt her eyes become misty a little overwhelmed by the sincerity of his words. It was odd how one statement could make her ego swell more than it had in years. "You mean it?"

"Aye. Yer are the most beautiful woman on the planet. And I thank god that ya took a chance on a bastard like me." Chibs assured her placing his hand directly over the scar keeping it pressed there just to make a point.

"I'm not sure that I believe that. And I find it very hard to see you as a bastard." Molly replied as he leaned down pressing a kiss to her neck.

He chuckled as he pressed another kiss to her neck. "Believe me I've had my moments love."

She smiled still not fully believing him even though she had a feeling that he was being very honest with her.

She closed her eyes wanting to soak in the feel of the warm sun and his embrace. She wanted to soak in the contentment she felt from the afternoon they'd had together.

Chibs wished that he could relax as well. He wished he could enjoy holding her against him underneath the pleasant afternoon sunshine, but his mind was a mess of fear and frayed nerves.

Chibs had made the decision that tonight he would tell Molly all about samcro. He would answer any questions she had for him and hope that she would still want him when all was said and done.

He had no choice but to tell her tonight. He would be leaving for a run over to Nevada first thing Saturday morning. He would most likely be gone for more than a few days.

There was no way he could explain his leaving town with the club without her knowing the truth about what samcro was.

He was afraid that she would never look at him the same way again once she knew the truth.

He didn't want her to see the outlaw biker when she looked at him. He wanted her to keep seeing him as Filip, the man who would do anything for her and her son.

He just hoped that she could see him that way. He didn't want to lose what was proving to be the best thing that had happened to him in a long while.


Molly and Chibs sat at her dining room table, which was just really a fold out card table. It wasn't an attractive table but it was enough for Mason and she and occasionally Chibs.

Mason had long ago very reluctantly gone to bed, leaving Chibs and Molly to talk in private.

Chibs swallowed the lump in his throat knowing that here went nothing. Molly would either hate him or she would accept it. "Samcro stands for Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original...there's several branches of our club all over the US and even in other countries...there's a charter in Belfast...It was the charter I joined after my time in the military."

Molly nodded her head as she took a sip from her coffee cup the coffee too hot but her hands felt restless and she needed something to keep them busy. So having a coffee cup to hold seemed like a good option.

Chibs spoke again fearing that her silence meant the worst and he hadn't even really gotten into the more unpleasant facts about his life. "We deal with the IRA in arms...illegal arms...we're tryin to get out of that though. We also deal with an escort businesses called Diosa ...it's run by a man named Nero...he's Gemma's boyfriend...He treats the girls well...It's all safe..no one is forced into it. They're there by their own choice. We've dealt with porn in the past as well through a company called Cara Cara...there's been some discussion of bringing that back as well."

Molly felt her stomach drop at the words; illegal arms, prostitution, porn. She felt like vomiting. She spoke her hands continuing to shake as she gripped on tight to her coffee cup. "You're a criminal."

He sighed wanting to deny it, to say that he wasn't. He knew the truth though, he was a criminal. "I can understand if ya don't wanta see me again...If ya want me gone just say the word."

She frowned letting his words sink in. Did she want him gone? Despite everything didn't he treat her well? Wasn't he good to her son? Wasn't he good to her?

"Are Mason and I in danger? Being involved with you?...Is being with you going to get my son or I hurt?" she blurted out wanting to know everything. She was afraid. She was more frightened for her son than anything.

She wanted to know everything about what she was dealing with here. She wanted to know that being with Chibs wouldn't cause her or her son any pain.

Chibs closed his eyes unsure of how to answer that question. Yes he knew that he would do his best to protect her and her boy from everything. He would never let someone lay a hand on them.

But was that enough? After all hadn't Opie tried to protect Donna in the past? She was dead as was Opie, as was Piney and several others.

She spoke his silence making her heart ache. "I guess that answers my question."

Chibs reached across the table placing a hand over hers thankful that she didn't pull away from him. "I will do whatever it takes ta keep ya safe. The club and I would do anything to protect you and Mason, so would Gemma and Tara. We would never let anything happen to you."

Molly felt her stomach plummet at the mention of Tara. She felt her stomach sink at the realization that the doctor who she'd come to think of as a good friend, was involved with this. She knew it made sense, Tara was Jax's wife.

"I need to think." Molly blurted out unsure of what else she could say.

She was so torn, part of her wanted Chibs to get out of her sight. Part of her feared what he was involved in. Part of her wanted him to stay away from her son and she.

Part of him still felt something for him though. She still felt safe when he was around. She still adored him and the way he treated her son. Part of her had fallen for him so hard.

He nodded his head as he spoke. "I'm goin on a run Saturday morning...don't know when I'll be back...that should give ya time to think."

Molly nodded her head as they both stood up from the table heading straight for the front door.

Chibs spoke as Molly opened the door signaling for him to leave. "Just tell me one thing Molly...are you breakin up with me? I want to know...if I stand a chance. Can ya please tell me that?"

Molly closed her eyes taking a deep breath unsure of how to answer that question. Did she want to break up with him? Did she no longer trust him?

The words spilled out of her mouth unsure of what else to say. "I'm not sure...I just...I have a lot to think about."

Chibs felt his heart sink at her words. What if this was the last time he would ever see her face?

He leaned in doing the only thing he could think to do hopeful that she wouldn't shove him away.

He pressed a soft kiss to her cheek much like the first kiss he'd ever given her that night they'd had their first date.

And with that he walked to his bike refusing to allow himself to look back at her. He couldn't torture himself that way. He couldn't look at her knowing that it may be the last time he would see her face. He knew there was a huge chance that she didn't want him anymore.

Molly watched him start up his bike and pull away, her eyes beginning to water.

It wasn't until he was out of sight that the tears really came.

She shut the door leaning against it and sinking to the floor, the scratchy carpet in her living area, as she began to fall apart.

She had to think. There was so much for her to think about.