The Heart of a Broken Soul

Of Blood and Tears

A/N: Thank you Venetiangrl92, Well I Don't Mind, medousaki, ThexBrokenxMirror, ILoveAnime89, chibslover (for both of your reviews XD) and liiddee.

Gabby was woken early Saturday morning by a light knocking on her door. She ignored it, because it was probably someone from the club, and as far as she was concerned, the club could go to hell. Her intruder didn't care about that though, because a moment later the door opened.

Filip's head poked in, closely followed by the rest of him once he saw that she was awake.

Turning her body towards the wall, Gabby pretended he wasn't there. It didn't work too well, because he didn't leave.

The end of her bed sank as Filip sat down. "Mornin'."

Gabby ignored him. He didn't get to do this. It was going to take a lot more than 'morning' for her to forget what he'd said. Even though she understood why he was doing it, she still didn't like the fact that he was doing it. He should know by now that she didn't care how old he was, or that she'd already spent her whole life with the club. It wouldn't do for her to leave it now. She may as well cut of her leg and throw it away.

"I wanted to apologise," he continued when he realised Gabby wasn't going to answer him. "For wha' happened."

"Which part? The part where you said it'd be better if you died, or the part where you pretended to care?"

She heard him sigh. "I told ye already, I love you Gabby. I wasn't pretending."

Gabby finally sat up to face him. "I don't believe you."

"Jesus..."

"Why did you let me go if you love me?" she asked.

"Because if I die, wha' are ye gunna do then, huh?"

"The same thing I'll do if you keep pushing me away; I'll move on. Or I'll spend the rest of my life alone. Same as any other person."

"Alone? You?" Filip chuckled. "No, I don't think tha's possible."

"Not when I've got you."

"Aye."

"Promise me." Gabby thought it was a little childish, but she didn't care; for all intents and purposes, she was still a child.

"Wha'?"

Gabby squared her shoulders defiantly. "Promise that you won't leave me. Or die," she added, because that was important, too.

Filip blinked, unsure if she was being serious or not. But her face was set, staring him down like only a woman could. He tried to conceal his amusement as he spoke. "Well, I can't really promise tha' I won't get run over when I walk out o' here..." Gabby scowled. "Alrigh'! I promise not to get run over. And I won't leave ye."

Her face remained set, as though she thought he might have been tricking her, or had a 'but' to come. Filip just leaned forward, though, lightly caressing her face as he caught her bottom lip in his.

He was expecting her to kiss him back at the very least; what he didn't expect was for her to burst into tears. Alarmed, Filip pulled away. What had he done now? He did what she asked; he apologised. "Wha"? Wha's wrong?"

But Gabby just threw her arms around his neck, half-strangling him as she bawled into his shoulder.

"Hey, don't... don't cry." He stroked the back of her head comfortingly. If Bobby heard her, he was definitely going to die.

Bobby already suspected he was the reason for Gabby's upset – which he was – but Filip was fairly certain there was something else bothering her, too.

"Wha' is it, Gabby?" Filip asked again.

Gabby let out a shaky sob, before she mumbled something long and incomprehensible.

"Uh..?"

"I'm scared, Filip! The last time Samcro got themselves in a war mom and dad... And now Gemma's gone and ruined everything and Lucy's gotten herself into trouble and it's all going wrong," she gushed between sobs.

"Gemma? What's she ruined?"

Wiping her eyes, Gabby looked up at him. She looked utterly miserable. "You remember that angel I got, when I was in hospital?"

"Aye, wha' about it?"

"It was from Jamie and Alisa! Gemma hid the card so I wouldn't know who it from but it was them! They paid for a plane ticket and everything so I could visit but she must have thrown it out!" She burst into a fresh wave of tears as Filip reached in the deep, dark crevices of his mind to try and remember who Jamie and Alisa were.

His mind came up blank. "Erm... who?"

"My brother and sister!" She reached to her bedside table, grabbed something, and thrust it in Filip's hands. It was a get-well card.

Gabby curled up in his lap, hugging herself, as he opened it up to read it. The writing was messy, rushed and full of errors, as though whoever wrote it was in a hurry to get it sent off.

'Gabby.

Aunt Betty said you were in an akcident. Jamie said your weak, but he hopes you dont die, and so do I. She said she gave you our address, but you didnt have any money, so we saved all our pocket money for you! We had to get Alex (our grown-up next-door naybor) to buy the tiket, bekause Aunt Betty doesn't know. I dont think she lieks you much.

Oh, there isn't one to get back, so you mite have to walk. Jamie says you can sleep in the spare room, bekause Betty dosent go in there.

Love from, Alisa and Jamie.

P.S. We sent you an angle, bekause my teacher Mrs W. says that they help people get better, and we want you to get better. She even helped me pick it out.

P.P.S. We dont know where you live, but Aunt Betty always says about a manager at this place called Teller-Morrow being your friend, so we will send it there. Alex said he'll help us.

P.P.P.S. Jamie wants to know if you still have ugly red hair (I dont think its ugly).

P.P.P.P.S. Aunt Betty found out. She wasnt happy, but said she will pick you up from the airport.'

Filip read the card again and again. Even though it wasn't for him, he felt his heart break a little more each time. By the looks of the writing, they weren't too old, and yet they'd saved up all that money to buy a plane ticket for her. How much would that have cost them? Gemma might have kept the plane ticket, but even so, it was sent over two months ago; the ticket probably would have run out.

Had that happened to him, Filip would have been pissed. How long had it been since she'd seen them last? Years? And now, thanks to Gemma, she still wouldn't be seeing them.

Gabby must have been thinking along the same lines as him. "They'll think I didn't want to see them. Or that I've forgotten about them. They'll think I hate them."

"Stop it," Filip firmly told her. "They won't think anything like that. I'll talk to Gemma and..."

"She had no right!"

"I know that, which is why I'll go and talk to her. Don't worry about it; I'll pay for it myself."

Blinking, Gabby looked up at him. "Pay for it? What do you mean?"

"Well, ye want to go and see the, don't ye?"

"I... well, yes, but you don't have to..."

Filip waved her off. "If two little kids can save up enough money, I'm sure I'll manage without starvin'."

Sunday dragged by, as Filip watched the clock slowly ticking. They couldn't hit Darby until dark, otherwise they'd probably be caught.

He spent the day thinking, worrying, and going over their plan. He thought he might take Gabby out somewhere nice; he worried that he might not be alive to take her somewhere nice.

The plan for the night was simple; go in, find drugs, blow up building. If anyone got in their way... well, they probably didn't deserve to live, anyway. Bobby and Ope were handling the explosives – Bobby had been doing it for years, and Opie was his likely apprentice. The rest of them needed to find the drugs, make sure no one spotted them, and stay out of the way.

If there weren't any drugs then they were screwed, and Filip was in a hell of a lot of trouble. It wouldn't send much of a message to Darby if nothing happened.

Filip was still thinking about what Bobby had said, though. Was it possible that Darby wanted them to attack? Did the Nords want a war with Samcro? Darby was still pushing for his crank to get into Charming. What would it look like to the Mayans and the Niners, if the sons waged war against the Nords? Would they join in, attack Samcro at its weakest for fear that they would be next? Retaliation was one thing, but starting an unprovoked war was different. Even if one of Darby's men had put Gabby in hospital. He'd claim Jeremy was a loose cannon, that he'd dealt with the kid himself. He'd be able to pitch them against the sons.

And while they were busy fighting everyone out there, Darby could set up in Charming.

Of course, Filip had no proof. It was a possible scenario, but they wouldn't know how it would turn out until after they'd blown up Darby's septic warehouse.

Filip put the thoughts out of his mind. It was paranoia, worry. It happened to the best of them before every hit, every run. The doubt. Will I get out alive? Can I trust that my brothers have my back? Filip's answer to both of these was yes. The first because, well, because he'd promised; the second because he knew that any of his brothers would die for him, like he would for them. No proof on that count; it was just something he knew.

When 6 o'clock rolled around, Filip left. He'd been ready all day; armed to the teeth, his cut hidden underneath his jacket. A bulletproof vest beneath the layers of clothing, just in case. If he was honest with himself, that bulletproof vest was the only reason he was still alive today. It had saved his life more times than any of his brothers.

Most of the boys were already at the clubhouse; they were waiting on Jax and Bobby. Filip figured Bobby was still trying to shake Gabby off with some excuse. The thought of it amused him. 'I've got a gig on tonight.' 'Then why are you wearing plain clothes? Where's your Elvis costume? I know you're lying, Bobby; where are you going?'

Gabby wasn't an easy person to lie to.

"There you are!" Tig was approaching him. "I was worried you'd gotten lost or something, ya know?"

Filip raised an eyebrow. "So, we're just waitin' on Jackie boy and Bobby, right?" he asked, lighting up a cigarette.

"Uh..." Tig did a quick mental headcount. "Yeah. Just those two. Anyway, Clay's called us to the table; somethin' about a new transfer, I dunno."

He walked off, Filip following him. "New transfer? We need to wait for Jax and Bobby, don't we?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's gotta be unanimous, but we're not taking the vote today; Clay just wants to tell us about it. We can fill Jax and Bobby in when they get here."

Filip took his seat at the table, where everyone else was. Clay was patiently puffing on a cigar. "Where's Jax and Bobby?"

Tig shrugged. "Not here yet."

"Well, we'll fill 'em in later. I wanna tell you all about a transfer we've got. Name's Kyle Hobart. I don't know him, don't know if any of you do, don't care. He's nomad at the moment, but wants something more... permanent, due to his swelling wife. We'll make the vote next time we have church. For now, we've got business to do."

The door opened just then, and Bobby poked his head in. "Am I late? Jax is waiting outside."

"Alright. Let's go blow some shit up."

The warehouse was empty when they arrived. Tig and Filip went in first, guns out, but there was no one inside, either. They waved the rest in. Bobby, weighed down by a pack full of explosives, was the last in. "Did you find the drugs?" he asked.

"No, genius, we only just stepped inside," Tig replied.

"Find them," Clay commanded.

They spread out, searching the warehouse. Filip made his way to the back of the building. The faint smell of waste reached his nose. He scrunched it up in disgust as he busted open a lock and headed into the basement.

If he was hoping the smell would get better, he was wrong. He gagged, but kept going. There must have been a way into the sewers down here.

Shining his torch around the room, he grinned; he'd just hit the jackpot of all jackpots.

Obviously, Darby and his men thought that no one was smart enough to find their way into the basement, so they'd made no effort to hide the drugs. There were stacks upon stacks of them. They weren't made here; this place was just for storage. When Darby found this place spread all over the town, he would not be happy.

Filip's joy was short-lived, however, as a shot rang out through the air. There was a sharp pain in his side as he swore as keeled over. The torch flew out of his hand, dying with a thunk some feet away. This was the reason why he wore his vest.

He took aim in what he hoped was the right direction, and let a few round off in quick succession. A scream of pain told him he'd hit the target.

There were rapid footsteps, then someone shone a light at Filip, who was still lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath. It was Tig.

"You alright, man?"

"Oh yeah," Filip wheezed. "Never been better."

The rest of the boys weren't far behind. Tig helped Filip to his feet as they searched the room, making sure there was no one else in there.

"Well, I guess we found the drugs," Bobby stated, staring at them.

"Imagine how much money this is worth!" Juice exclaimed.

Everyone stared at him.

"I just... I mean, Darby's gunna be pissed off so..." he trailed off. By the look on Clay's face, he wasn't going to be patched in just yet.

"Wire it up," Clay told Bobby. "Let's get out of here."

They left Bobby and Opie to it. "What happened?" Clay asked.

Filip shrugged. "Bastard must've been hidin' when I came down. Didn't see him."

Tig tightened his grip on his gun. "Ya think there might be more?"

"Nah, we would have spotted them. We'll just-"

Jax cut Clay off. "Shhh. You hear that?"

They all strained their ears. Clay was the first one to speak. "Forget about blowing the place up; get Bobby and Ope, we're getting out of here. Now!"

In the distance, they could hear the faint scream of a siren. The longer they listened, the louder it got.

Gabby sat by the phone, waiting. Bobby had told her he was simply going to a gig, but she wasn't an idiot; they were up to something. They were definitely up to something.

She'd tried ringing Filip, Tig and even Jax, but none of them had answered. So, her suspicions confirmed, she waited by the phone. If anything happened, someone would ring.

She sighed. Her and Filip had worked things out, but she still hadn't spoken to Gemma, and neither had he. Gabby was quite content to never speak to the woman again, but that probably wasn't an option. The thought that she could have visited her brother and sister made her feel sick with nerves. What did they look like now? Were they still the mischievous children she remembered, or had they changed? How was school going? Did they have friends, like Gabby never did? All these questions that she wanted to ask, but she didn't know if she'd ever get the chance. Just like she would never be able to ask her father whether or not dogs could look up. She wasn't even sure if he'd forced the boys to vote on it at church like he'd promised. She'd have to ask.

The shrill ringing of the phone jerked her back to the present. Gabby tore it off the table and slammed it to her ear. "Hello? What happened?"

"Hey, darlin'." It was Tig.

"What happened, Tig? Is everyone alright?"

"Well, the good news is no one's died."

"And the bad news?"

"Most of us got busted."

The room was silent, which was exactly how Darby liked the world to be when he was in a bad mood. And he was in a bad mood. He'd had enough of fucking idiots, fucking police and fucking Samcro. If he ever wanted anything done, he had to do it all himself.

The only good thing that had come out of any of this was that most of Samcro had been picked up by the cops. If they went to prison, he had free reign of Charming. Of course, they had just broken into his warehouse, killed one of his men.

Which might not have happened if the rest of his men weren't so useless. "I told you to watch the place, didn't I?"

Warner's whole body trembled. He and his crew were meant to be there, but they'd gone off – just for a minute – to find some pussy. "Maybe if you hadn't asked them for the money," he suggested.

Darby's eyes narrowed. Not only was the man an idiot, but he had a mouth on him, too. "What's the one thing any successful business needs?" he asked.

Warner blinked. "Uhh..."

"Money, you idiot. And tell me, how am I supposed to get my money if I pardon a crew every time they kill one of my men?"

"Well, Jeremy did put one of their old ladies in hospital."

"She's not an old lady, she's a girl. Useless prick couldn't even do that properly," Darby grumbled. "Now I've got no money, and the sons trying blow my shit up. Can you see why I'm so pissed off that you lot can't even do a simple job!"

"It won't happen again."

"No, it won't, because you're going to finish off the job Jeremy couldn't."

"What do you mean?" Warner asked, frowning.

"I made it clear to them that people would die if they didn't deliver. I want you to find the girl, and I want you to kill her."