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.

Taru's Xbox 360 packs in and she decides to destroy it in a fashionable way. Taken in Taru's P.O.V

Red Ring of Doom

=Taru's P.O.V=

"Ah! No!" I cried out and glanced over at Filip as he rushed into the living room and pouted at him before his eyes followed to where I was pointing. My Xbox was displaying the red ring of doom.

"What's the matter with it love? Needs a reboot?"

I rolled my eyes lightly. "No, red ring of doom" I cried and folded my arms glaring angrily at the Xbox.

"Red ring of doom?" His lips quirked in a slight grin. "What the 'ell is that?"

"It means that piece of shit has packed in on me," I stated standing and tugged the cables out of the back before pulling it free from its spot below the TV. I sat back on my legs and pouted down at it before sighing softly and shrugging with a grin. "Oh well, off to get a new one"

Filip started laughing and grinned lightly. "Ya a fuckin' strange one love, what're ya goin' ta do with it?"

I grinned insanely. "You'll see" I grinned darkly and stood putting the Xbox on the coffee table before heading down to the master bedroom and fished out my rifle. I placed it on the bed and checked to make sure I had enough bullets before grinning and snapping the case shut.

Filip's eyebrows rose at the sight of my beloved Remington 700. "Ya goin' ta shoot it?"

I nodded. "Then burn it with petrol"

His eyebrows arched higher as I grinned brightly. "Ya insane love"

I nodded rapidly. "Thank you for the statement of obviousness captain obvious" I stated dryly with a roll of my eyes as I pulled open the front door coming face to face with Tig and Half-Sack, Tig's hand raised to knock on the door.

"Going somewhere?"

"Xbox packed in" I stated simply sliding past the two of them and hauled my boxed rifle up onto the tray of my Silverado before heading back inside to grab my Xbox and keys.

"So let me get this straight you're going to use it as target practice and the set it on fire?"

I glanced at Tig and nodded picking the white Xbox 360 and headed towards my truck. "Is there a reason you two are here?"

"Thought Chibs might want to come to Caracara" Half-Sack said as I passed him.

"That is if you haven't got him too pussy whipped" Tig sniggered lightly.

I threw my fingers up at him and poked out my tongue in a child like manner. "Admit it Tigger you want to get with me" I stated with a grin striking a model like pose.

"Is that an invitation?" He asked licking his lips and eyeing me.

I smirked lightly. "Yeah, of course," I stated with dry sarcasm. "You can join Filip and I one night" More sarcasm oozed from my words as I turned and headed out to dump the useless hunk of plastic, metal and circuit boards in my pickup.

"Didn't think you'd be into that" Tig stated as I came back in.

I glanced up at him and shrugged lightly. "Wouldn't be the first time," I stated idly as I gathered my keys, wallet and phone before grabbing my precious black H.I.M hoodie from the back of the couch. I slung it on before cramming a beanie over my head; I yanked my chucks on and glanced at the boys watching me before raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Care ta explain that one love?"

"At a later date maybe, right now I want to go shoot the shit out that piece of crap"

"Ya can explain it ta me on the way then"

I rolled my eyes. "In your dreams perhaps" I stated and headed out to the door.

I pulled up at one of the abandoned lumber mills and glanced over at Tig and Half-Sack as they pulled up next to my pickup. I grabbed my dead Xbox and looked around for a good spot before throwing it at Half-Sack and pointed down towards a few stumps that looked steady. "Put it down there" I stated as I pulled down the tailgate and dragged the case towards me before flicking the latches up.

I grinned softly pulling the rifle free and gave it a once over before loading the first bullet into the 6 round chamber, my grandfather had really gone all out on the Remmy for me, 26in barrel, .308 Winchester rounds, 6 round magazine with a custom paintjob and the ability to fire a 9.7g .308 Winchester bullet at roughly 860m/s. I grinned softly lining up my shot after loading the magazine to full capacity. I leant against the side of my Silverado waiting for Half-Sack to get out of the way.

"So who's up for some bets then?"

I took a quick glance at Tig and shook my head lightly focusing back down the scope at my target and grinned sucking in a breath before exhaling slowly and targeting properly.

"Bet Taru can't hit it with the first bullet"

I glanced over at Half-Sack before grinning. "You're on prospect, I hit it and you're treating me to a bottle of top shelf whiskey" I stated.

He nodded extending his hand. "Alright"

I grinned shaking his hand and glanced at Tig and Filip. "You both saw and heard it, Whiskey is mine if I hit it"

"And if ya don't?"

I shrugged and looked to the Prospect who shrugged lightly. "Treat us to dinner?"

I gave a nod and looked down my scope again before sucking in a breath and exhaling slowly before squeezing the trigger in rapid succession and ejecting each case as I went. I winced slightly, the kick back stronger than I expected, definitely not what I remembered from the last time I'd used it to take down a fully grown Bambi.

"Ya alright love?"

I nodded lightly as I massaged my shoulder. "More kick than I remember," I grinned softly and looked to the Prospect. "You owe me a bottle of top shelf whiskey"

His face was still slightly stunned. "You weren't kidding about being good"

"I could have been a navy sniper" I stated as I put the rifle down on the tailgate of my Silverado and grabbed the can of gasoline before heading towards the partially destroyed Xbox 360. I grinned softly pouring gas over it and yanked out a match book before setting it alight and basking in the warm glow of the fire for a few minutes until the other three joined me.

"Now what?" Tig asked watching the fire burn.

I grinned insanely. "Now I get online and order a new Xbox so I can get back to the all important gaming and watching of DVD's" I stated turning on my heel and heading back to my Pickup.

If you own an Xbox and this has ever happened you'll know just how I felt when mine packed in, I did in all honesty want to do this but sadly all I own is an air rifle not a real one :(