A/N: Alright, so this is it. The last chapter for this version. Didn't turn out quite as well as I had hoped, but I want to get started on the other version again, so I guess it's good enough. It's been a great run with you guys, and I hope you continue to read the other version.

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Also: Very sorry, forgot to erase one of the possible endings I was looking into from the bottom of this... you guys weren't meant to see that lol. My bad. : ' (

Chibs was silent, trying to keep himself composed, as he thought over what he'd just taken in.

Finally, he glanced up at Sabina, and the tears he'd been struggling to hold in spilled over at the lost and hurt look on her face.

"Sabina… Críona, I'm so sorry," He whispered, unsure of what else to say.

"It was a long time ago. Stupid, teenage love story gone 'orribly wrong. Like Romeo and Juliet, aye?" She said with a small laugh.

"Aye," Chibs said sadly. "But what I don't understand is why Jimmy O is after ya. Seems like this would be an in-house problem. Not enough for the IRA ta get involved."

Sabina sighed. "The IRA is 'avin' an internal war, Chibby. Father Ashby stands on one side, an' Jimmy on the other. The allegiance with me da went through, so it's partially an 'onor thing on Jimmy's part, 'im carryin' it out for me da. Not ta mention, I walked away, Filip. Made a life for me self. I was supposed ta be dead, remember? Not livin' it up with another excommunicated bastard," She said with a rueful smile, swiping her face with the back of her hand.

"Críona… Jesus, I'm sorry. 'Bout ya little girl, an'… Mark?"

"Aye. Part of me… I carried the guilt o' 'is death for a long time, Filip. 'E was jus'… such a sweet lad. Would nae 'arm a flea, ya know? Do nae know 'ow 'e even got involved with me da."

They were both silent for a few minutes, before Chibs finally looked up, his face determined.

"Marry me," He said firmly.

"What?"

"Marry me, Sabina. Or Keaira. Whoever the hell ya are, I want ya ta marry me. There's no reason not ta now; I know the story," He said doggedly. "Marry me."

"Filip… ya still married ta Fiona. An' legally, I'm still married ta Marcus."

"Doesn't have ta be legal. But I want a ceremony. The rings, the food, the dress… all of it," He said, determined. "I'm sure we can find a catholic priest somewhere ta do it."

"Jesus, Filip… A weddin'?" She said, her voice disbelieving. "Ya jus' fuckin' betrayed me fuckin' trust, went diggin' in shit I fuckin' asked ya ta leave alone, an' put all our fuckin' lives at risk! An' now ya want a fuckin' weddin'? Are ya serious right now?"

"Aye, ya bet ya sweet ass I'm serious, Críona. Jesus, first time in nine years I've gone diggin'… First time in seven years we've had a serious problem, an' ya gonna hold it against me now? I don't think so."

"Ya jus' do nae get it, do ya, Filip? If the –"

"Aye, aye, if the Irish find out, blagh blagh… Like they won't kill me anyways. Jimmy ain't exactly my biggest fan. An' it's not like the club is gonna send out announcements that we know who ya are."

"Oh aye? Tell me, Filip: how many people did ya rope in ta this? I know Juice at the very least; he must o' been the one who looked it up. At least, I 'ope ya weren't dumb enough ta call anyone back in Eire for the intel. An' the good Mother Gemma must o' been in on it; she's been dyin' ta know almost as bad as you 'ave. Clay either already knows, or Gemma will fill 'im in as soon as she can. So 'ow exactly do ya plan on keepin' it a secret?"

"Aw hell, Sabina. Juice thinks you're his fuckin' mother; Jimmy himself couldn't torture the info outta him. An' Gemma an' Clay… Ya family, Sabina. We tell 'em enough ta keep 'em informed, what the danger is, an' they'll let it go at that. Hell, half the guys would kill anyone ya pointed ta, no questions asked. The other half might actually need a reason. Why ya so worried about this?"

"Because… I do nae want any more people dyin' 'cause o' me," She said quietly. "That's 'appened enough. An' ya want me ta jus'… sit back, an' watch me family die… again? Jesus, Filip, the hell ya doin'?" She exclaimed, hearing the rattling of the wheelchair, as Chibs started levering himself out of the chair.

"Gettin' close ta my Old Lady. Who's gonna fuckin' marry me if I have ta tie her over my fuckin' bike," He grunted, maneuvering himself onto the bed, wincing as he swung his leg up.

"Jesus. Ya nae the brightest, I'll say that much," She said with a smile, laying her head on his chest.

"Aye, but ya can't stay mad at me for long, so apparently, I'm doin' somethin' right. How's ya eyes doin'?"

"Still can nae see anythin'."

They sat like that for a few minutes, before Sabina finally spoke again.

"Ya know… T'was almost a relief. Becomin' Sabina… forgettin' Keaira. Ta put it all behind me. I'll always carry Marcus an' my daughter with me… But I never really 'ad a childhood, ya know? It was… the things Keaira did… I do nae want that, Filip. I was glad ta be rid of it. I'd done a lot o' bad things. Terrible things," She whispered, closing her eyes in an attempt to hide the tears that threatened to cascade.

"I know, Críona," Filip said slowly. "An' as far as Keaira is concerned… That name never has ta leave this room. Look, I've done a lot o' shit I ain't proud o' either. We all have shit we'd rather forget. But there's no reason ta carry that weight alone, ya hear me? Whatever it is that's eatin' at ya… I'm here for ya. No matter what, luv. Long term, an' all that. Now an' forever."

Sabina sighed. "Ya lucky I love ya, ya stupid oaf."

"Is that an aye then?"

"Oh Christ. I'm never gonna 'ear the end o' this, am I?"

"Not until the day ya say 'I do'," He said cheerily.

"Then I suppose I should jus' say aye, an' be done with it then, yeah?"

"Was the general idea."