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.

demonicseer: Thanks lovely.

DragonBby: It was highly tempting to do that, I did originally write it differently but Jimmy taunting Taru somewhat with a gun and her cracking him in the throat but I ended up rewriting it, something didn't sit right with me about it =shrugs= I dunno what, just didn't. Very true, very true, so I suppose I'll have to stay alive then besides if I left it as the all mighty cliff hanger its going to be with no 3rd installment then I'd be an all mighty prick and I don't like being a prick for no real reason.

HaylsValo: Hmmm... the only advice I can offer is delete all history and cookies from the interwebs options, it might help? Don't know, I'm more of a gaming geek when it comes to computers, I found internet explorer also sucks ass half the time so try firefox? or one of the other ones? Anywho... enough of my techno geekiness... as for who was tailing her? You would be absolutely correct in thinking it was Jimmy well... at least one of his goons in a suit and you will find out why very soon =D


Invincible – Adelitas Way

I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight
I'm feeling invincible tonight
I'm alive
Take a look into my eyes
This time I'ma take you for a ride
I'm invincible tonight

Beat Downs and Irish Pricks

=Chibs P.O.V=

I waited silently with the others, the black crash van behind us as we waited for the 'all clear' call from Chucky. I glanced at the cigarette between my fingers, I'd figured out a long time ago I could roll a half way decent cigarette but this was one I'd pinched from Taru just after she'd rolled it, it was nearly perfect like they usually were, when it came to rolling cigarettes she was a perfectionist, it was almost funny how much it pissed her off when she couldn't roll it properly. I took a deep drag filling my lungs with the asinine smoke holding it for a few minutes before finally letting it out.

I ran my eyes over the group, Jax was talking with Opie and Bobby, Tig was next to Clay smoking silently and Half-Sack was talking with Juice and Happy. My thoughts flowed from Taru to Fiona and back to the Finn, I exhaled slowly, whenever I thought of Taru I had the same feelings I had felt for Fiona when we'd first met, whenever I thought of Fiona I felt nothing, she wasn't my woman anymore, she would always be his. I clenched my jaw and exhaled slowly letting go of all the stress and anger, that always came when I thought of Fi, in one go.

I glanced up at Clay as his phone rang; his nod confirmed we were in business. I cast the cigarette to the ground and crushed its dying end before kicking up my stand and following the rest of the boys out of the side street onto another before we rounded the corner and headed towards the safe house.

I parked roadside like the rest of the boys and made my way towards the back of the house as they backed the van up to the garage. I stood off to the side and watched silently as Jimmy embraced Clay and turned walking towards me. I felt a small prick of fear and clenched my jaw tightly before releasing it as a sharp shot of pain raced through my jaw.

"Glad we could move past our history Filip"

I bit back the urge to deck his smug face. "Yeah" I replied bitterly.

He furrowed his brow at my tone and moved forward a step in an attempt to intimidate me. "Appreciate you reaching out to Fiona," He stated. I could see Jax watching us cautiously in the background. "Nothing happens with Fiona that I don't know about," He snapped getting into my face. "How many times do I have to teach you that lesson?"

I felt a painful twist in my gut but refused to show it. I'll fucking kill him if he hurts any of them. "You touch her or Kerrianne or Taru and I will cut ya into a million pieces" I snarled lowly taking a step towards him.

"We ok?" Jax asked coming up behind Jimmy before he could reply.

"Aye," Jimmy turned slightly to face Jax. "Just swapping old Irish folktales"

"We're done" Tig called as he and Happy walked past heading towards the front of the house.

I watched Jimmy walk towards the house and tried to shake the feeling of hate. He knows something. Fear twisted sharply around my lungs and heart squeezing them tighter with every breath. I can't wait for this shit to be done then it'll be no more Jimmy, no more Zobelle and I can focus on Taru and our life.

"Come on, let's head to Galt and get this shit over and done with" Jax stated clapping me on the shoulder and pushing slightly to turn me away from Jimmy.


I pulled up at the clubhouse, my mouth still stinging from the cut across the inside of my cheek from Stahl's vicious backhand. I ran my eyes over Taru, she was sitting with Lyla at the picnic table, both immersed in a conversation as her son played with Buster.

I watched for a moment as I pulled off my helmet before slowly sliding off my Harley. I made my way over and put a hand on Taru's shoulder causing her to look up. "Hey kulta" A smile adorned her lips within a few seconds.

"We need ta talk" I still had yet to fill her in one what was going to happen tonight.

She nodded lightly. "Alright," She turned back to Lyla. "I'll burn a copy of my CD's and give them to Opie for you when they're done"

"Thanks Taru"

She gave a nod and stood. I tugged her closer and wrapped an arm around her waist steering her inside and towards the bedroom so we could talk in private. "What is it?" She asked shutting the door silently, Buster bounding over to jump up onto the bed next to me. She sat down next to me and smiled lightly leaning against my shoulder slightly.

"There's a fight tonight, we're 'eading out after we deliver the guns ta the one niners and the Chinese"

She nodded wrapping a hand around mine before frowning lightly and touching my cheek lightly. "What happened to your face?"

I touched the spot Stahl had back handed and grinned softly. "ATF bitch back handed me"

She frowned lightly before shaking her head lightly. "I'm assuming this fight is against Weston and his white trash crew?"

I nodded lightly. "We'll leave in about an hour, go deliver our guns and then 'ead out ta Timberlands"

She nodded scratching behind Buster's ear, the black and tan Alsatian pup whining and rolling onto his back as she began scratching his belly. "And what are you going to do for an hour?" She asked idly.

I grinned softly, mine spiraling into gutter thoughts but they would all take longer than an hour. "Drink, sleep, spend some time with my lovely old lady" I stated wrapping an arm around her waist as I tugged her down beside me.

Taru smiled as she rested her head on her palm and placed a hand on my chest, fingers fiddling with the chain on the rosary and the chain of my cross. "I've got a set of knuckle dusters if you want to use them" She said suddenly breaking the short silence.

I arched my eyebrow slightly. "Do I dare ask why?"

She shrugged lightly. "Encase I needed them" She said placing her head lightly on Buster's side, a smile adorning her lips as she moved forwards pressing a kiss to my lips.

"How's things at the stud comin'?"

"Good, Jenna's keeping the gates shut until I get back, all the boys are settled in their paddocks with their covers on and Jess is settled in her paddock with the others broodmares, she should have her foal on the ground in a few more months," A happy grin adorned her lips at the prospect of Dev's first foal. "It's eating me up; I can't wait to see it"

"So ya gonna be ignorin' me for a week when she's due then?"

She grinned softly and nodded before laughing softly. "Sorry kulta but this foal is too precious to not be there when she's foaling"

I nodded; I knew why she wanted to be there, she didn't want to lose either of them if something went wrong. "Taru?" I sat up slightly as she patted Buster's side. "Why didn't ya tell me about ya 'ospital stay?" I'd been putting it to the back of my mine, the photo's had disturbed me deeply, haunted me sometimes in the night.

Her jaw clenched tightly, skin paling ever so slightly. "Who told you about that?"

"Stahl," I watched her reaction, she looked worried. "Why didn't ya tell me about it?"

She shrugged lightly. "I don't know, I guess I just didn't want to," Her liquid silver irises turned bitter and hard. "How much did Stahl tell you?"

"That ya got beaten within an inch of ya life"

"Did she tell you I dragged my sorry broken half eviscerated ass six blocks to the hospital?"

"Aye, she also showed me the 'ospital records," I swallowed roughly as her eyes narrowed slightly. "She showed me the photos," I put a hand on her shoulder. "Why did it 'appen?"

"Because Niko and I got ourselves into debt, Koivu wanted us all dead, he wouldn't stop until our blood was on the ground," She sighed lightly. "He never sent anyone else after me after I shot his two goons" She sighed softly, a smile glimmer of hate in her eyes before she laughed bitterly.

"Am I missin' the light side of this?"

She glanced over at me before cracking a lopsided smile. "I was barely healed from having half my insides torn to shreds and I still managed to take out two of his top men but I couldn't find it in me to put a bullet in his skull," She shook her head lightly. "I'm fucking pathetic," She murmured almost inaudibly as she rolled onto her back, eyes focused on the ceiling. "I left Finland because I couldn't bare the memories that were there," She sighed softly closing her eyes. "I've never gotten over their deaths and it's always held me back at some point," She sighed heavily. "I left because I didn't want to face my fears and put them to rest," Her tone dropped low, she sounded weak, tired and close to tears. "I'm afraid I'll forget them" She finally managed to whisper, a tear sliding down the side of her temple as she played with a rough spot on Buster's coat.

I reached out carefully and wiped it away before pulling her close. Taru rested her head on my shoulder and curled her fingers around the edge of my kutte as she normally did when something was scaring her. "Ya won't forget them love, they both made a huge impact on ya life, I don't think ya would be able ta forget them"

She nodded lightly. "I know" She murmured, fingers running along the edge of the well worn leather that she'd cleaned and conditioned properly for me using the same products she swore by on her own leather equipment like her bridles, saddles and rollers.


I glanced at the time and sighed softly. "Come on," I shifted and stood holding out a hand to her. "Before Clay 'as the prospect down 'ere yellin' through the door at me"

She cracked a broken grin and took my hand hauling herself up, knee trembling slightly under the sudden movement. "Come on Buster" She yawned and followed me out.

I stepped out of the clubhouse; Opie was saying his goodbye to Lyla, Jax saying his to Tara and Clay saying his to Gemma. I turned towards Taru and pulled her into a tight hug. "Stay safe for me love, don't leave 'ere unless ya really 'ave ta"

She nodded embracing me just as tight as I had embraced her. "Be careful" She murmured resting her forehead against mine, hands snaking up to rest on my cheeks as mine gripped her waist.

"I always am Myrsky"

A small genuine smile slipped to her lips before she pressed them against mine. She'd spent an entire afternoon teaching me how to pronounce her name and in the end it had paid off. She pulled away opening her eyes slowly, her emotions raw and running deep behind them before a spark ignited the fire brewing and an insane little smirk crept up to stain her blue tinted lips. "Give 'em hell kulta"

I nodded before turning and heading towards my Harley. I gave one last glance at Taru as I kicked up the stand, she was stood on one side of Gemma, Lyla on her other side and Tara on the other side of Gemma. The future of SAMCRO, the women that will always be there to make sure we're taken care of, that will always be there to make sure the club stays standing no matter what happens. I glanced at Tig as I fired up my Harley and gave him a quick nod before following him out.


Ugh, I'm sick as a fucking dog right now, totally over having the world cup win crammed down my throat, totally over all this election bullshit and totally over being fucking sick but it does give me a good reason to curl up in bed with my laptop and start writing while I watch SoA and I am very much in love with my Fiancee right now, since he works in a video store they're allowed to take posters and stuff from the DVD's that are already out and since Season 2 of SoA was just released here he brought me home one of the posters XD would much prefer Chibs or Tig as the poster boy but I'll take what I can get. Also on a good note... FX has decided to pick up our favorite series for a fifth season so there's plenty more leather wearing gun toting Harley riding badassness to be had (This is courtesy of google or one of the many random blog sites I have visited over the past week, can't remember which.)