Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy it is owned by FX, Kurt Sutter and everyone else that would kick my ass legally if I didn't put this in here. I only own Taru, her horse and just about every other random that pops up in the story. This has come from the depths of my sick, insane, twisted, depraved mind and my madness fuel's it to keep going. Yet again do not own SoA if I did I wouldn't have made Jax a little whiner baby, seriously is he in or out? Anywho... yes, only own my characters, most of the plot line except for the plots that were obviously taken from the series.
demonicseer: Thank you! I will definitely try.
HaylsValo: Hmm... yes, if only he knew. Which he will soon! =D
The Warrior's Code – Dropkick Murphy's
You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!
When the Tacoma Boys Come to Play... Shit is Bound to Hit the Fan
=Taru's P.O.V=
As soon as the boys from the Tacoma charter rolled into the Teller-Morrow forecourt I knew shit was going to hit the fan, I just knew it. Several prospects were tailing the main patched boys on their Harley's, the grey panel van that served as their crash car was following up a few metres behind them.
I watched silently before Gemma sighed softly from beside me. "This is going to be one hell of a night" She stated before shaking her head and gathering her bag.
"Not staying?"
She glanced up before shaking her head. "I think I might just head home, have a quiet night with Terry"
"Terry?"
"My Cockatoo"
I nodded slowly never picturing her to actually have a bird. "I'll see you later then"
She nodded heading to the black SUV. I watched the boys embrace before pulling out my cell and glancing over the number before hitting ok. "Hey Enkeli"
"Hey, how are you?" She sounded off.
"Fine, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, why would you think that?"
I rolled my eyes. "Because I can hear it in your tone, something wrong with Jade?"
"No, Jade's fine," She sighed deeply. "I need the name of a good lawyer"
"A lawyer? What happened? Finally decided to leave that god damn jack ass John?" I laughed softly. Her hesitation spoke her words for her. "Jesus fucking Christ Enkeli, it's about time"
"I know, I know," She sounded worn out. "He's gone back to shooting crank again, I can't fucking take it" She explained.
I furrowed my brow lightly, there was more too her problems than just his shooting crank. "He didn't touch Jade did he?"
"What? Oh god no"
"Good"
"It's just the crank and the money he keeps wasting on it, he keeps promising to get off it and then he just breaks it an hour later when I find him strung out. I want to take Jade away from it all; I don't want her growing up with that as a father"
"Don't worry Enkeli, can't be any worst than growing up with a mother like me"
She chuckled softly before sighing deeply. "Look there's a sale going on outside Santa Monica in a few weeks; I'm going to head up there and buy a few horses for the farm, start my herd, all that shit," I blew a kiss towards Filip as I settled against the bonnet of my Charger. "I'll drop in and see you, we can make a weekend of it, all three of us"
"Are you sure?"
"Hell yeah, I can stay at your place for the Friday night and we can all sleep in the truck at the yards over the weekend"
She laughed softly. "Alright, thanks Myrsky"
"No problem lovely, now I've got to go a certain Scotsman is waiting for some attention"
She burst out in a fit of giggles. "Alright, gives Chibs my love"
"Will do Enkeli, Näkemiin"
"Näkemiin"
I hung up and headed towards Filip before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Enkeli says hello"
He nodded lightly before leading me inside.
I leant against the counter and grinned softly laughing with Half-Sack as we watched one of the drunken Tacoma boys on the dance floor.
"Hey beautiful"
I took a second to glance at the person who had taken up a seat beside me at the bar. "Hello to you too," I stated idly turning my attention back to the guy on the dance floor. I looked to the guy beside me again as he pressed himself against me, his arm snaking around my waist to draw me in. "I'm giving you five seconds to remove your fucking arm from my waist and ten second to remove your face from my sight" I snarled lowly.
"Mmm, a sweetbutt with attitude I like it"
"I'm not a sweetbutt munapää now get the fuck off me" I stated slowly before shoving him away.
"Fuck you bitch; I don't see a crow on you"
"Dude not cool, she's Chibs' old lady" Half-Sack stated from behind the bar as he straightened himself up ready to take the guy on.
"Get lost man, no crow means she's free goods"
"Look get your fucking hands off me before I break all the bones in your god damn hands," I snarled lowly. "Paskaa syövä koiranraiskaaja" I was giving him one last chance to get his hands off me before I did some real damage in front of everyone and the majority would have been dealt to his pride once I'd finished with him.
"Did I say you could talk to me bitch?"
I put my hand up to my cheek and felt my anger sky rocket as he slapped me roughly before grabbing my wrist tightly. "Get the fuck off me prospect" I spat.
"What the fuck do ya think ya doin' with my old lady prospect?"
I winced as the guys nails scrapped across my wrist as Filip dragged him off. "Get the fuck off me dude" He shoved at Filip trying to force him back doing a damn pitiful job of it since he had a good grip on the back of the prospects kutte.
"You put ya fuckin' hands on my old lady then tell me ta fuck off," Filip growled shoving him towards the door. "Get in the fuckin' ring ya little prick, I'll teach ya ta touch my woman," He spat before turning to me. "Ya alrigh'?" His fingers brushed over my cheek lightly.
I nodded before grinning. "Kick his ass otherwise I'll have to" I murmured against his ear before pressing a kiss to his lips and followed him out. I took Filip's kutte and held it over one arm before grinning brightly at him and winked as he hand Tig wrap up his hands. "My shining knight in leather" I threw him a wink as he climbed up into the ring.
"What's happening now?" Tig asked coming to stand beside me.
"Prospect put his hands on something that wasn't his to touch, Filip's is going to rip him a few new orifices"
Tig started laughing before offering me a cigarette from his pack. I took one and lit it quickly before turning my attention back to the ring as both men climbed in.
I watched silently as they circled each other, both sides being cheered on by different people outside the ring. I bit my bottom lip watching as excitedly as Filip made the first move and landed a solid heavy punch to the guys jaw snapping his face sideways causing him to stumble backwards giving Filip's enough time to step forward another punch to the guys nose forcing his head backwards.
I winced as the Tacoma prospect got a good shot in to Filip's ribs and forced him back a step before trying to lay a cheap shot to his guts. I wet my dry lips and exhaled slowly watching Filip retaliate, the muscles under his skin bunching and releasing easily as if he'd done this every day. I bit hard on my lip watching as he slammed another punch into the Prospects gut grabbing him in a headlock and laying into his side.
"Break that shit up Bobby" Clay stated from behind us before Tig turned.
"Leave them at it Clay, Chibs is teaching the prospect a lesson about who not to touch" Tig inclined his head in my direction before Clay nodded running his eyes over me.
"Guess we leave 'em to it then"
I felt a grin slide to my lips and tried to hide it as I watched both fighters, it was obvious when you watched them that Filip was a street brawler, his methods fast, dangerous intended to maim or at the very least seriously injure, his opponent however didn't have a full style, he was part boxing and part brawling but neither type that he used seemed to be very serious, either that or he just wasn't very good at using them.
I exhaled slowly, the blood, adrenaline and hormones racing through my veins making my light headed and dizzy as I watched Filip lay into the guy again after being thrown off. His face and knuckles bloody, a cut to his lip and a small gash under his eye, the skin around his left eye already starting to darken along with several spots along his ribs.
"Someone's gettin' excited" Tig teased prodding lightly at my shoulder several times.
I poked my tongue out at him before turning my attention back to the sweating, bleeding Scotsman in the ring. I may have to play nurse to him after this just to feed his ego. I grinned softly chewing on my lower lip as I watched silently with folded arms. I felt jumpy, the adrenaline running through my veins had kicked my brain into high gear making me hyper aware of my surroundings and of everything going on in the ring, the Gaelic curses Filip was spitting at his opponent and the hormones rushing through my veins mixing with the adrenaline had me wanting to jump in the ring and rip the rest of his clothing off before shagging him senseless, it was sheer willpower that stopped me from making an ass of myself in front of everyone.
I let out a cheer with everyone else as the prospect fell and struggled to bring himself to his hands and knees before dropping the mat covering the ring again. The fight was finished and everyone knew it. I gave Tig a wink before heading towards the ring, sweetbutt's and everyone else in the way leaving me to force my way through the crowd until I managed to get to Filip.
I smirked lightly and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into a deep kiss, one arm wrapping around my waist pulling me close earning wolf whistles from all the boys that were watching us. "What'd you say I celebrate this victory with the winner?" I murmured lowly for only us to hear.
He grinned softly and grabbed my hand nudging people out the way as he led me inside. "Go wait in my room"
I nodded. "Don't be too long"
"I won't darlin', I promise"
I nodded heading up the hallway towards his room.
I took a seat on the edge of the bed and waited silently, the music was dulled through the walls. I glanced around and sighed lowly shaking my head. Still looks like I walked into a teenager's bedroom. I nudged a pile of dirty laundry away and lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head.
I looked over as Filip pushed the door open; in his hands were Happy's needles. I watched him nudge the door shut before flicking the lock across. "Do I dare ask what you're doing with Happy's needles?"
He looked up before placing the kit down on the table. "I love ya Taru, I want ta ink my crow on ya so nothin' like what happened before happens again," He grinned softly pressing a kiss to my lips. "No god damn prospect, or anyone else for that matter, is goin' ta lay 'is 'ands on ya again"
I nodded lightly. "So where are you going to put this crow?" I asked with an eyebrow arched in question.
"Somewhere where everyone can it"
I frowned briefly in confusion before he tapped the back of his neck. I mouthed and 'Oh' before nodding and rolling over and pulling my hair out of the way.
I hummed silently to the tune of 'Beautiful' by H.I.M as Filip prepared my skin and got everything set up. I exhaled slowly and closed my eyes doing my best to keep my hair out of the way while he started.
I hummed softly letting my mind filter through recent events in my life that involved Filip as he carefully started on the outline. This is going to take forever. I relaxed after the initial pain and listened to the steady whir of the machine while he worked.
I winced slightly as the needles scratched lightly and racked my brains for another song to hum along to while he worked. The yells and jeers from the people watching the fights filtered under the door every so often.
It seemed like hours as Filip worked steadily filling in the image he was tattooing to the back of my neck.
"There," He stated sitting up and stretching slightly. "Now no one can touch ya"
I grinned slowly before pressing a kiss to his lips and grabbed my phone from the side table before heading to the bathroom.
I took a photo before grinning softly at the inkwork that now took up the back of my neck, a black crow in flight, its visible eyes enlarged to fit the Anarchist A inside and a Scottish flag clutched in its claws. So it's official, I'm his old lady in everyone's eyes.
Enkeli = Angel
Näkemiin = Goodbye
Munapää = Dickhead
Paskaa syövä koiranraiskaaja = Shit eating dog rapist (I found this one doing a search for some Finnish slang terms, I couldn't help it, it made me laugh so fucking much when I first read it)
Couldn't help myself, it needed to be done. I had to write this scene this scene up and yes I did name Gemma's bird, Terry was the first name that sprang to mind, don't know if it's the real one or not. But yes, naughty, naughty Tacoma prospect.
On to another subject which if you haven't seen any of season four you probably shouldn't read this so **Spoiler** does anyone else think that what Juice is doing is going to be what perhaps gets Piney killed by Clay, I mean that's the way it's shaping up to look like for me and from what I gather someone in SAMCRO is going to die this season and my bet is that it'll either be Piney, Juice, Otto or Clay, I mean Piney never wanted to run with the Cartel in the first place and Clay knew that and now that a key of coke has gone missing it could very well be what tips Clay and has him offed. Just my thoughts anyway.
