Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy or it's characters only the slightly insane Finnish OC and a few other random characters that pop up. Sons of Anarchy was created by the amazing Kurt Sutter therefore I make no money of this piece of writing that sprouted forth from the depths of my depraved mind.

Note: Nasty reviews will be balled up and used as cat toys. Enjoy!

Also I have finally finished Dev's headshot, it's posted to my Deviant Art account, expect more pics to come soon!

River Below – Billy Talent

Into the river below...I'm running from the inferno...
They'll think I'm insane but you'll all know my name!
Into the river below...I'm running from the inferno...
I'll take all the blame, the front page and the fame!

Blood, Gun oil and Smoke

=Taru's P.O.V=

I looked to Tuomas and grinned lightly, the 5ft11shaggy brunette bartender slid a glass my way with a flattering smile. "Try not to get into any fights tonight"

"I'll try not to lovely"

He gave a nod before going to other end of the bar to serve several others. I felt a push from behind and growled lowly before putting my drink down on the counter and shook my hand clean of the split liquid.

"Katso se kusipää" I spat at the guy who had rammed into me. His buddies behind him were laughing and joking, obviously drunk and getting rowdier by the moment.

"Well hello beautiful"

I rolled my eyes before turning back to my drink. This is going to end badly.

"Hey! My brother's talking to you"

A hand landed on my shoulder earning a low growl. "Get your hand off me" I snarled lowly placing the half empty drink back on the table.

"Oh! So you're a feisty one are you?"

I turned as I stood. "You wouldn't know feisty if it hit you in the face" I stated before pushing through them to go to the bathroom and clean up.

I stumbled slightly as a set of hands pressed against my back forcing me forwards. Oh you did not just push me. I turned back, all three of them were drunk, it was evident in their eyes. "Do you really want to start something? Because I'm more than willing to take you out" I stated slowly letting it sink in to their alcohol fogged minds.

"Bitch thinks she's tough"

"Bitch knows she's tough" I countered with a light grin. I was digging myself a grave but I was willing to lie in it without question.

"So you think your tough do you? Why don't we find out then?"

"Gladly" I stated. A dangerous edge in my tone as I jerked my head towards the back doors.

The first hit lanced off my shoulder spinning me slightly and earning a soft hiss of pain. I countered his next hit with my forearm stopping him and rammed my free fist into his exposed gut. I stumbled back a step as a he moved quickly launching a fist into my face. "Vitun äpärä" I managed to spit out cupping my nose as it dripped blood down my lips and chin. I swung out barely missing his chin, the hit glanced off him but it was still strong enough to daze him briefly allowing me enough time to send a kick into his hip. Jesus fucking Christ that hurt. I tested my weight on my foot and winced slightly before he picked himself up and rushed at me, I blocked his hit and missed the uppercut he threw, his ring gouging a hefty chunk out of my lower lip leaving hot blood rolling down my chin.

His laughter brought my attention back to him, his friends were laughing with him. "Think that's funny huh?" I snarled before rushing at him and tackling him around the middle taking him down with a heavy thud. His head connecting heavily with the tarmac of the car park as he landed.

I picked myself up quickly, the growl of an engine just audible over the chants of 'Fight, fight, fight'.

"Hey!" I failed to block the next hit and took it to the eye socket stumbling back cursing every god under the sun as I tripped and landed on my backside before looking at the stranger who had decided to intervene. "Didn't your mother teach you manners? It's not nice to pick on ladies"

I snorted lightly, mucus and blood dripping from my bloodied nose. Lady? I'm no lady. I picked myself up. I didn't mind this random, albeit handsome random, stranger fighting for me but this was my fight, not his.

I took a second to regain my senses and jumped back into the fight pushing the stranger out of the way before tripping the guy and laying into his face.

I rolled sideways off his chest and lay there for a moment panting, my chest heaving, heart hammering, adrenaline racing and knuckles and face bloody. I looked to the hand that was extended to me before slowly running my eyes up the guys arm to his face. God damn those eyes... like emeralds catching the last rays of the sun. I took his hand and felt him brace as I hauled my sorry ass up and grinned brokenly at him.

"Are you alright?"

I nodded taking him in, he was decked in a black Bon Jovi shirt, oil stained ripped up baggy greying blue jeans with chains hanging from his belt, a black hoodie and black work boots. "You didn't have to jump into the fight too" I stated touching the blackening skin around his eye.

He winced lightly and caught my wrist before shrugging. "It's not right to beat up a lady, 'specially one as gorgeous as you"

I felt my face flush and bit my broken lip slightly. "Let's see if you say that in a few days time when my bruises come up a lovely shade of black, blue and purple" I stated wiping the blood away from my nose and lip as I gave him a once over again, I wanted with all my being to drag him off to a dark secluded corner and have my dirty filthy way with him.

"Why don't we get you cleaned up huh?"

I nodded motioning to the bar. "Tuomas has a medical kit"

He nodded shrugging off his hoodie and put it around my shoulders before steering me inside.

I winced as he worked on cleaning the drying blood off my face and gave him a lopsided grin. "What would you say to blowing this joint after you finish playing doctor for me?"

He returned my question with his own lopsided grin. "How about we head to my place and play a more intimate version of doctors and nurses?"

I couldn't help the bright grin that swept over my lips as I nodded.

I woke with a start, vaguely aware of the noise coming from my kitchen. I froze as I came too fully and groped for the metal baseball bat under my bed before slowly and quietly climbing out of the bed. I took a shaky breath as I crept up the hall with the bat at the ready and turned into the kitchen, the shadowy silhouette of a person in the doorway trying to shut the sliding door. I locked that, I'm sure I did. I took a step forward before bracing myself and swinging low aiming to cripple at the very least. Shit! How did he find me?

A string of Gaelic curses met my ears as the intruder fell and I dropped the bat quickly letting the metal clatter to the floor before dropping to my knees and pushing back the person's hood. "Perkele Chibs!" I howled out before checking his knee quickly. "What the hell are doing breaking into my fucking house!"

He clutched his leg rolling side to side trying to bite through the pain. "I thought I'd surprise ya" He managed to spit out as I rushed to the freezer and grabbed whatever was on hand before returning and shoving his hands out the way to place the bag of frozen carrots to his knee.

"First things first, I hate surprises," I snapped hotly. "Especially when they break into my house at three am in the god damn morning"

He gave me a pained grin. "Well ya didn't answer the door, what else was I supposed ta do? Sit in the cold freezin' my balls off until ya woke up?"

I sighed softly and lowered my head chuckling. "You could have just rung my cell, that would have woken me up," I stated before helping him up. "Go lie down on the bed while I fish out some pain meds" I motioned to the hall before turning to the kitchen.

"Gonna play nurse for me now are ya?"

"In your dreams maybe" I countered handing him a glass of water and a white bottle of pills.

"You've got a damn good swing on ya love"

"I know," I sat on the edge of the bed checking his leg before looking up, a dark black angry bruise was already beginning to form. "It would be advisable to go to the hospital and get an X-ray, I could have fractured something"

He shrugged lightly. "I'll be right love as long as ya takin' care of me" He threw me a heart hearted grin.

I rolled my eyes lightly and chuckled softly shaking my head. "You fucking reek, you know that right?"

He sniffed his hoodie before grimacing. "I think a shower's in order"

I nodded to his suggestion and motioned for his clothing. "I'll throw your things in the washer" Choosing to ignore the fact that they smelt of smoke, blood, sweat and gun oil along with the odd dried droplet of blood.

"Thank ya Taru"

I looked up at him for a second from the black hoodie in my hands. "It's actually Myrsky"

He looked up surprised. "Myr what?"

I grinned lightly. "Myrsky, it's my first name, Taru is my second; it's just easier for people to pronounce my second name"

He gave a slight nod before handing me his shirts. "My names Filip"

"Filip..."I tested the name before nodding and heading towards the laundry to wash his things.

Tuomas = Thomas

Katso se kusipää = Watch it asshole

vitun äpärä = Fucking bastard

Perkele Chibs = God damn it Chibs

And encase you didn't see up the top, I've finally finished Dev's headshot, next in the list in Jess and Duke, with any luck I'll have them done sometime tonight. After that I'll get onto full body shots from each of them and a bio to match along with attempting to recreate Taru and Chibs in some form :D Will also throw up a pic of a young Niko at some point, I really just couldn't imagine Taru and Niko meeting any other way that in the middle of a fight plus she has the ever lasting reminder on her lip.