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HaylsValo: I promise to explain everything around Taru and her scars. But then what doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? It made Taru much stronger, I'll tell you that much.

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Astral Romance – Nightwish

A nocturnal concerto
candlelight whispers me where to go
Hymn of gathering stars as my guide
whilst I wander on this path of the night

Embroidery of the stars
undress my feelings for this earth
Send me your salva to heal my scars
and let this nakedness be my birth

Alsatian's, Finn's and Scotsmen

=Taru's P.O.V=

The tyres of my Charger squealed as I pulled into the Teller-Morrow forecourt, the front end dipping as I hit the brakes. I killed the engine quickly and picked up the bundle on the passenger's seat before stepping out. I looked to Gemma as she made her way over.

"What's that?"

"Puppy, only a few days old by the looks of it, he's almost stone cold"

She furrowed her brow unfolding part of my hoodie to see the small wrinkly bundle that was in fact a very young little puppy, eyes still closed tight, breathing labored. "Sit in the clubhouse; I'll fetch a hot water bottle and some blankets"

I glanced over my shoulder. "Sack!"

Half-Sack turned to me. "What is it?" He called.

"Park my Charger for me, keys are on the dash" I stated jerking my head towards my Charger before following Gemma into the clubhouse.

I took a seat on one of the threadbare couches and cradled the puppy to me trying to keep him warm.

"Where did you find him?"

"I was following a rusted old red Ute along forty four, they slowed down and threw a bundle out the window before speeding off," I looked to the puppy. "There were six others, all dead, guess they thought he was a goner too"

Gemma handed me the hot water bottle and a Harley blanket before settling down next to me on the couch and shook her head. "Poor little thing, I'll send Sack out to get some supplies for you"

I nodded as she stood. "Is Juice here?"

"I'll send him in"

I nodded my thanks and tucked the puppy into my hoodie after I pulled it on, hot water bottle against my chest then the puppy, the hoodie was wrapped tight around us both and finally the blanket over the top. I furrowed my brow looking down at the scrawny little thing and finally looked up at Juice as he walked in wiping his hands on an oil stained rag.

"Gemma said you needed me, what's that?"

"Puppy"

He sat down next to me and looked at the puppy. "Looks young"

"He shouldn't even be away the bitch yet," I stated before taking his hand and flipping it over before scrawling out a number plate onto his wrist where the least amount of grease was. "Run that plate for me, I want to know where this fucker lives"

He nodded before standing and making his way over to his 'office'. "What are you gonna do with him?" I looked up in question before he nodded to the pup bundled up under the blanket and my hoodie. "The puppy I mean"

"Don't know yet, if he survives I might keep him" I said looking down to the defenseless puppy before he whimpered and shivered slightly.

I looked at Gemma as she came back in and sat down. "The Prospects gone to get some milk stuff to mix up and some syringes to feed him with"

"Kiitos"

She nodded looking at the puppy before smiling slightly. "What're you doing to do to the guy when you find him?" Her tone was serious, apparently the all mighty queen did in fact have a soft side and didn't like people hurting defenseless animals either.

I shrugged lightly. "I'll make it up as I go along probably," I stated. "Some of my best plans come from winging it," I stated before shaking my head lightly. "I don't know how people can do this to an animal, you never beat an animal, let alone one that can't actually defend itself" I said quietly before shifting to sit cross legged on the couch.

"Found him," Juice stated before heading towards us with a sheet of paper. "Guys a Nord, Justin Smith, lives out by the streams"

I gave a nod taking the sheet of paper from him before ran my eyes over it taking it in quickly. "Kiitos Juice" I said, my mind running over everything I was capable of doing to this guy. If he's a Nord means shit'll fly if Darby finds out.

He nodded. "If you want some back up I'll tag along"

I looked up at him for a second. "I'll be alright, won't be the first asshole I've beat the shit out of and it sure as hell won't be the last" I stated before the puppy in my arms whined lowly.

"If he's a Nord tread carefully, last thing the club needs right now is Darby knocking on the door"

I look to Gemma and nodded. "I know, I'm thinking it over, he can either disappear forever or it can be and accident, I'm still deciding"

She looked at me, lips quirked in a smirk with an eyebrow cock up slightly before shaking her head. "You're really to good at hiding that crazy Finnish bitch side of you"

I felt a grin sweep over my lips before looking to the pup as he whimpered obviously looking for his mother.

"What're you two doing in here? Something happened?" Clay asked as he came in with the others in tow.

Gemma and I had been sitting talking and drinking for the past hour or so, the puppy in my arms was comfortable and quiet apart from the odd whine.

"What's that?" Chibs asked as he came to the edge of the couch and pulled back the blanket. "Is that a pup?"

I nodded. "He got thrown out of a car window into a ditch off forty four"

"He looks young"

"He is" I stated and pulled the blanket back up.

"Did ya get the plates?"

"The gift and curse of an eidetic memory remember," I grinned up at him. "I miss nothing," I stated. "Juice ran the plates for me"

"Ya not goin' alone are ya?"

I shook my head. "No"

He snorted. "I'll believe that when pigs fly"

"Well then your ass must be pretty sore since they'll be flying out of it in a minute," I stated before Half-Sack came walking in. "Hey Prospect"

He looked up startled and nodded. "Yeah?"

"Want to come beat the shit out of some whitey piece of crap with me?"

He looked at me then to Chibs and then back to me before nodding. "Sure, let me grab my cut"

I gave a nod and unfolded my legs groaning softly as my knees clicked loudly.

"He gonna be alright?" Gemma asked nodding to the bundle in my arms.

"He should be fine until I get back, I'm sure Filip won't mind sharing his room for a while" I grinned at Chibs and headed towards his bedroom leaving the puppy in a bundle on his bed before coming back into the main room.

"Ready?"

Half-Sack nodded slinging his cut on and I grinned lightly before Chibs pressed a Beretta into my hands. "Be careful"

I pushed the gun away. "I've already got one in the glove box, better one than that too" I stated before heading out after giving him a light kiss to the lips earning a bunch of whistles from the boys.

"Hey where's my goodbye kiss?" Tig called.

"Sorry Tigger, maybe next time" I called over my shoulder before heading out the door to the forecourt with Half-Sack in tow.

"Ya keep 'er safe Prospect or I'll gut ya myself" I grinned slightly hearing Chibs' departing words to Half-Sack before the door shut behind us.

I pulled up and killed my engine, Half-Sack pulled up next to me and looked into the open window at me as I cased the joint silently, cages were at the back of the property housing howling dogs. I glanced up at Half-Sack. "You stay back unless I need your help, got it?"

He gave a nod. "Alright," His eyes swept over the house. "Got a plan?"

I shrugged lightly as I stepped out and nudged my door shut with my hip as I checked the chamber of my Desert Eagle before tucking it into the back of my jeans. "Wing it" I stated with a grin before heading up the drive to the kennels at the back of the house.

Kiitos = Thank you

I think it's safe to assume you will… not be hearing from Mr. Justin Smith again. Hehehehehehehe. Because lets face it Taru's going to stand up for what she believes in even if it means staring down the barrel of a .45 and to hell with everyone else.

Current oneshots in the process of making their way from my brain to my laptop.

2 Delete Scenes for this chap and the next - The events leading up to this particular piece and the events that follow at the house.

The one requested by demonicseer - Should be up later on since I'm half way through it just about.

Have fun my loyal readers and the next bit will be up either tonight after I've finished writing the oneshots or tomorrow depending on how I feel after writing.