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.

Chibs lays down his life to protect Taru. Taken in Taru's P.O.V

Bullet Storm

=Taru's P.O.V=

"Come on it's a nice night," I pouted tugging on Filip's hand. "Just once around the block, Buster needs it" I grinned brightly as he rolled his eyes and stood.

"Alrigh', alrigh', but ya owe me love"

I smirked lightly. "Alright, when we get back" I stated throwing a wink at him.

He grinned lightly and grabbed his Reaper hoodie off the back of the couch before pulling it on and grabbed his boots from the door as I grabbed one of my over shirts and tugged it on before grabbing Buster's lead and yanking my black high tops on.

"Just once around the block right?"

"Well that is unless you want to go further?"

He sighed lightly shaking his head and unlocked the door before pulling it open. "Well come on then"

I felt a smile twitch at my lips and linked my arm through his as we headed out.

I glanced up at the stars and watched them against the inky background before leaning closer to Filip.

"'ow's the stud comin'?"

"Good, half way to completion, stallion blocks up and finished, crushes are almost finished and the fencing's all set, just waiting for the office to go up, the staff housing and a few other sets of stables"

"Aye, ya goin' ta need any 'elp with it?"

I shook my head lightly. "I should be alright; I'll start moving a few horses soon and some of my other gear over there"

"Alrigh', I can see if Clay'll let us 'elp out" Filip said as she slid an arm around my waist tugging me closer.

"You don't have to; I've got Harry, Elliot and the rest of the stable staff to help out"

"Nay, it'll be fun love, give everyone a chance ta do somethin' outside what we usually do"

I bit back a grin and chuckled softly. "You mean guns, drugs, booze and pussy"

"Aye" He chuckled lightly.

We both turned towards Buster as he started growling and barking loudly. I scanned my eyes over the street and tightened my grip around Filip's waist as his tightened around mine. "What is it Buster?" He continued to snap and snarl at the car heading towards us. "Buster be quiet" I stated as we continued to walk, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.

"Something's not right love"

I nodded and scanned my eyes over the plain black four door heading towards us. Buster let out a howl, several other dogs in the neighborhood joining in with his vicious howl. I stalled briefly and felt Filip tug me down to the ground behind a red two door coupe as the car driving past opened fire.

I hid my head in his shoulder and flinched slightly at the sound, my body frozen as the memory of my accident at the track came to my forethought's. I pulled away from Filip and looked around quickly to find Buster, I exhaled slowly seeing him cowering down against the ground, body shaking as he lay crouched as close to the ground as he could get.

"Ya alrigh' love?"

"Fine," I pulled away as the car drove off and crawled to Buster picking up the shaking pup, a puddle around his quaking body. "It's alright Buster, its ok" I stroked his fur and cuddled him against me, fur soaked with urine as he continued to shake in my arms.

"Taru?" I looked up at Filip and whisked away a stray tear, heart hammering in my chest as I looked to my hand to see a small smattering of blood. "Ya bleedin'"

I put a hand to my face and shook my head. "It's not mine it's yours" I stated as I stood hauling Buster up with me and touched the graze to Filip's arm.

He looked towards it before shaking his head and looking back at me. "Come on, 'ome now!" He stated grabbing his Beretta from the ground and yanked out his cell as he tucked his gun down the back of his pants.

I nodded holding the shaking pup close to me.

By the time we got back to the house there were several other Harley's in the drive, their owners sat astride them waiting for us.

"What happened?"

I shifted around the outside as the boys crowded Filip for information and made my way towards the door before pushing it open. I needed to change, I needed to wash Buster and get rid of the stench of dog piss.

I put Buster down in the bathroom and shut the door over so he could track his urine soaked paws all through the house and grabbed a change of clothing before dumping them outside the bathroom door and heading to get a drink.

"You alright?"

I looked up at Bobby and Tig as they came into the kitchen. "Fine" I stated pouring out a drink and downing the glass.

"You reek"

I rolled my eyes, temper wearing thin over the mental damage that could have been done to Buster. "Its dog piss," I snapped lightly before turning as Tig began laughing. Bobby backed up a few steps as I stepped forward and clenched my hand into a fist before giving Tig a vicious right hook to the face. "Buster's scared shitless because of what just happened you kusipää!" I spat as he looked up from his spot on the floor, hand clutching his jaw. I shoved the glass away and headed towards the bathroom before slamming the door shut.

I yanked off my chucks and kicked them to the side before slipping Buster's chain collar over his head and dumped it on the floor and hauled him into the spacious corner bathtub before grabbing the shampoo and starting to wet his filthy coat.

I looked up as Gemma came into the bathroom, a look of utter concern on her face. "Oh baby," She murmured softly walking over quickly and stopping before me and kneeling to see my face. "Are you alright?"

"Fine," I murmured softly washing the shampoo from Buster's fur, his body still quivering from what had happened. "But Buster's scared shitless"

Gemma looked around for a moment before grabbing a face cloth off the counter and wet it before rubbing lightly at the smear of blood across my face. "What the hell happened?"

I shrugged slightly. "I don't know, we were walking Buster and some black four door drove past and opened fire" Buster whimpered softly as I began to dry him.

"I'll be in the living room with the boys, come out and see us when you're finished"

I nodded and sighed softly as she left shutting the door behind her. I stripped quickly and washed off the best I could before pulling on my black skinny jeans with ripped up knees, a black tank top and a pair of black and red stripy socks, I tugged on my favored H.I.M hoodie and pulled it close before nudging everything into a pile and heading towards the living room.

"Buster alrigh'?"

I nodded lightly as Filip hooked his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close pressing a kiss to my temple. "He's fine," I glanced at Tig and broke a light grin. "Sorry about the right hook"

He pulled the bag of peas off his face and showed the bruise forming on his jaw. "Where'd you learn to give a right hook like that?"

I shrugged lightly. "Friday night gutter fights" I stated sitting down on my lazy boy and pulled Buster into my lap hugging the still shaking dog close.

"Do we know who it was?" Gemma asked standing beside the chair, hand on my shoulder.

Clay and the others shook their heads. "There's nothing"

I furrowed my brow lightly thinking for my accident at the track. "This is going to seem out of place but who was it that nearly got me crushed at the track?" I glanced from Tig to Filip.

"The guy we pressed was paid off by some guy name Hunter Jackson"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Hunter Jackson is a rival trainer," I explained. "He works for a guy name Christian Phelps, Phelps came to talk to me the day they put Butch down," I glanced over the boys. "He wanted to know if I would train his horses instead, shot him down," I said with a shrug. "I enjoy working for Elliot"

"Ya told me they were after the 'orses"

I glanced at Filip and shrugged lightly. "Killing me would have been an added bonus I guess"

"I think we need to pay this Phelps bastard a visit"

"Aye brother," Filip looked to me. "Think Oswald can tell us where 'e lives?"

"Don't need to ask Oswald; Phelps lives onsite at his race stables just outside of Charming, Brendaywn Racers"

"Alright, I'll stay here with Taru," Gemma said looking towards Clay. "You guys go do your thing"

I looked to Filip and tugged him into a kiss before watching him leave. Please be safe kulta.

Will get some others up soon. Several in the works including a game of street baseball gone out of hand. The H.I.M concert request from HaylsValo. Taru and Juice playing Burnout Paradise and Taru teaching Gemma how to swing a crowbar like a pro. If you have any requests please don't hesitate to ask, you'd be surprised what I can come up with.