I would just like to make it clear before the start of this chapter, I don't have a definite timeline. I personally am only on early season 4. I am not savvy to all the new people, so I had to do some research and make some people up. But there will be some mixed timelines at this point. Sorry if there is any confusion! (Shouldn't be, but you never know.)


The two women loaded into Asha's Dakota, Sunny stashing her jacket and boots behind the seat, for the ride home. They rode to the shop in peaceful silence, music from the radio filling the need for talking.

Pulling into the parking lot the girls noticed that there were more vehicles at the place now, than there were this afternoon. Including a whole row of Dyna's parked against the railing. They quickly found a spot and parked the truck next to an old ford with peeling paint. They climbed out of the truck and made their way to the garage.

Sunny knocked on the office door expecting Gemma to answer. Instead a handsome guy with a beard and long hair opened the door.

"Can I help you?" He asked, not even a hint of a smile.

"Well, Hiya handsome." Asha winked at him, leaning herself against the doorjamb.

Sunny nudged Asha's shoulder with her own, "Behave." She whispered with a smile. "I dropped my bike off for repairs this afternoon. Jax called me a little bit ago, said she was ready for me." Sticking her hand to him, "Sunny," She offered.

"Opie." He responded, shaking her hand, "Jax told me you would be here. I've got some paperwork for you to sign. I'll fill you in on what all had to be done." He held the door and stood aside for Sunny to enter the office.

As she walked past him Opie looked back at Asha, "Feel free to go to the clubhouse." He nodded towards the building next door. "Get yourself a drink, the guys are inside."

"Thanks, Sugar." Asha winked at Opie again then turned and strutted off to the clubhouse.

The inside of the office looked just as you would imagine a shops office to look. Magazine pages with half-naked women and some with motorcycles. Sticky notes from workers indicating who needed days off and receipts from parts ordered peppered the calendar behind the desk. Some of the light blue walls had pictures taped to them. Some with more recent date stamps, some were Polaroids with fading colors.

Opie sat in the chair behind the desk, leaning back and clasping his hands behind his head. "So the guys got you fixed up pretty quick, it was just your fuel pump acting up. But they did go ahead and change your filters, too. They were beginning to get gunked up pretty good." He shifted in the chair to grab Sunny's receipt for the work done. "By the book it would have been a three hour job, but the boys got it done in just two." He slid the slip of paper across the desk to her, "So that's all we charged you for, being such a quick fix."

Sunny looked over the slip and saw that they hadn't charged her for the labor on the filter change, she quickly pointed it out to Opie, "You're missing a charge here," She pointed under the filter parts cost.

He nodded at her, "The labor for that has been included in with the rest. They were changed while the pump was being replaced." He gave a half smile in response to her honesty.

"Counter check okay?" She asked, "New bank, and I haven't gotten my printed ones in yet."

Opie nodded at her again, "Just need to see your drivers license with it."

Sunny smiled and went to the door. "I'll be right back." And she walked to the truck. She opened the passenger door and reached into the glove compartment. Pulling her checkbook from the compartment, she flipped the book open, luckily enough, her new license had come in the mail two days prior. She pulled the license out of the flap in the leather check book and took both back to the office with her.

As she had walked out to the truck, Sunny had noticed a silver car pull into the lot with two women in it. Now as she walked back into the office she saw the driver standing with Opie.

"Gemma said her and Neeta would watch the kids, if you want to come back and party a little with me tonight." Opie said to the blond, rubbing her arms.

The woman stood there in scant clothes. Her halter top ending just above her navel, and her shorts leaving little to the imagination. And heels. Silver heels. To Sunny this woman looked like she was either a hooker or a pornstar.

"Okay!" She responded eagerly. "I'll be back later, then!" She kissed him soundly on the lips.

Ushering her out of the office, Opie looked out the door after her, "Drive careful. See you tonight!" Turning back to Sunny, "Sorry about that. I have to remind her that she needs a night off sometimes, too."

Sunny smiled, "Wife?"

"Girlfriend." He smiled back. "She's uhmm," He stammered a little, "She's an actress."

Sunny nodded, acknowledging that she had heard what he said as she bent over the desk to fill out her check. Handing the counter check made for the total on the receipt and her drivers license, she waited patiently while Opie compared the information. "Good to go?"

"Good to go." He handed her license back. "Here." He grabbed the key to her bike off of a hook behind the desk. "You staying for the party tonight?"

"I was going to. For a little while at least." Sunny gathered her checkbook and receipt and started for the door.

Opie glanced at the clock on the wall, "It's quarter after seven now. Music turns up at eight, grill fires up at eight-thirty, and beer is round the clock."

"Thanks. You coming?" She had opened the door, and had taken a step out.

"After the shop closes. Still got a little bit of work."

"See you in a bit, then." And she walked out closing the door behind her.

On her way to the clubhouse, Sunny made a detour to the truck, locking her bike key and her checkbook in the glove compartment. She took a moment, where she thought no one could see her, and she placed her hand over the locket that hung around her neck. Breathing a sigh she tucked it back into her shirt.

As she turned away from the truck she nearly crashed into Jax.

"OH!" Sunny took a step back wide eyed, "Sorry. I didn't hear you walk up." She chuckled.

"Yeah, sorry. I figured I would come and see what you were up to. Your, uh, girlfriend has made herself pretty comfortable with the guys." He laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets.

"Is that a problem?" Sunny asked curiously. She straightened her shirt and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear.

"Not at all, as long as it's not a problem for you." They started walking across the parking lot towards the clubhouse. "She has taken a quite a liking to one of my guys. It's actually kind of comical."

Jax opened the door and held it open for her to pass. "Why's that?" She asked him as she walked in.

"See for yourself." He pointed to a couch toward the middle of the room with a big smile on his face.

Asha knelt on the couch facing a young man with a mohawk of his own. He had his hands in her hair, his eyes in a daze.

"I have never seen a woman with a mohawk!" He exclaimed and some of the guys around him laughed. "No..." He corrected himself suddenly, "That one butch chick from Lodi that was fucking one of the Bastards." He looked at his brothers sitting behind him for confirmation, and a bigger guy with long graying hair and a beard nodded at him. "But you look way hotter with one!" A big grin plastered to his face. Asha threw her head back and laughed.

An older man with white hair and a strong jaw had stepped into the room and signaled for Jax's attention. "Hey, I've got something I need to go take care of. Get yourself a drink and have a good time." He pointed to the bar. "The party will start after a bit." And with that he took off in the direction of the other man.

Sunny made her way to the bar, and pulled herself onto a stool. She recognized the guy behind the bar as one that was at the shop that afternoon. She smiled at him as he moved towards her, his blond hair a mop on his head, held out of his eyes only by a black bandanna tied around at his hairline. "What can I get for you?" He asked her, wiping his hands on a towel.

"Strongest shot you've got." She winked at him. Blondie sat a clear shot glass in front of her and poured her shot. She had her back to him as he poured, surveying the room. A pool table sat almost dead center of the room. Three guys stood around it, all with cues, a fourth aiming to take a shot. Sunny recognized one to be Tig. Almost all of the guys in the clubhouse wore a cut with a reaper emblazoned on the back, with the exception of a few.

There were a few couches scattered around the room, one with Asha and her new friend, another with an older man that had a small oxygen tank next to him.

As Sunny was turning back to face the bar a few women entered the room from the parking lot. These women, Sunny noted, were almost definitely strippers. Or something of the like.

Turning herself back to the bar she smiled at the bartender. The cut he was wearing had a reaper. The patch he wore was so new, however, Sunny could see the color difference between his and almost every other cut in the room. She grabbed the shot glass and downed the dark drink. Swallowing she made a noise of disgust. "Tequila?" She rasped at him, "I asked for a shot, not for you to kill me!"

"Tequila's not your favorite?"

Sunny swiveled on the bar stool to look at the man who had walked up behind her. The Scotsman leaned against the bar next to her.

"Not if I want to remember what happens tonight." She laughed.

He crinkled his nose, "It's not my cup of tea, either." He held two fingers up at the prospect. "Sunny, right?" He set one of the beers in front of her.

"Thanks, yeah." Sunny smiled at him taking a sip of the beer, "You are?"

The man stuck his hand out to her, "They call me Chibs."

She took his hand, but dropped her smile. "That's a little cruel, isn't it?"

Chibs cocked his head in question.

"Naming you after the thing that scarred you?" It didn't really make sense to her. "That would be like someone calling me 'Skid Mark'."

"Or 'Red Ford Taurus'?" He quipped.

"It was a green Impala." She stated, "But you catch my drift."

"Aye. I do." Chibs scratched his chin. "It's human nature to give things names, and sometimes, whether you like the name or not, it sticks." He took a long pull from the beer, then looked at her curiously. "How'd ya know that?"

"My grandad. He was born and raised in Ireland. He taught me some slang, among other things." She laughed.

Chibs couldn't help but smile at her laughter. It made her that much more attractive to him. "Like what, then?" He asked her, curious now as to how much she knew.

"He used to call me his 'Pian ar an asal'." She laughed again.

"Are you? A pain in the ass, I mean." He asked, still smiling.

"Sometimes, I suppose. I never mean to be. Just in my nature, I guess."

Chibs laughed at her. He finally pulled himself onto the stool next to her. "So, if your grandad is from green country, from where do you hail?"

Taking another drink, Sunny set her now half-gone beer on the counter, "Originally, or most recently?"

"It's your story," He shrugged, "Where ever you want to begin, I guess."

She sighed a little, "Originally I'm from Chicago, Illinois. But that's been a long time ago."

"What about since then?"

"Why so curious?" She smirked at him, dragging her nails on the bar top.

Chibs gave a small laugh, "I suppose that's in my nature." He turned to face her fully, "What can I say? You intrigue me."

Sunny took her beer and swiveled on the bar stool to look at the room again. "So, who are all these people?" The room was now beginning to fill even more.

"Well, you've got the Sons, our MC." He pointed to the guys with the leather cuts. "And then you've got the croweaters." Chibs swayed his hand to point at a group of scantily clad women walking in the door.

"What in gods name is a croweater?" Confusion painted on her face.

"Women who only ever make an appearance when the Sons need someone to fuck."

"And suddenly I am enlightened." A look of distaste replaced the confusion.

Chibs chuckled, "So you've met Jackie-boy, yeah?" He pointed to Jax now walking back into the room. "That's his step-daddy, and president of the Sons, Clay." Now he nodded to the older man that Jax had left with. "Gemma, the beaut that took care of you at the shop earlier, that's Jackies mum, and Clay's old lady. At the pool table you've got Tig, with the curly hair, Kozik the blond one, Happy, the bald Mexican lookin' lad, and the old man is Jury, down from another charter.

"This guy here," Chibs threw a thumb over his shoulder towards the bar, "Is Half-sack."

"Do I want to know how he got the name?" Sunny interrupted.

"Not likely." Chibs only grinned at her, "Sack and Juice, the kid with your friend, are the ones who worked your Dyna. Bobby Elvis is the grey bastard sitting behind Juicy, and he's talking to Needles. Needles rode down with Jury from Indian Hills. Then you've got the Prospects," He pointed out a few young men scattered around the room. One had a broom and dustpan and was sweeping up cigarette butts, another was pushing a large hotel pan heaping with marinading meat into a large refrigerator, while a third stood with another pan piled with sliced vegetables. "And the old man sitting on the couch by his lonesome is Piney. Piney is Opie's old man. I don't suspect you've met Ope yet?"

"In the office." Sunny nodded her head towards the shop.

"I see. And well, if Chibs doesn't suit ya, I guess you can call me Filip."

Before Sunny could say anything back Tig charged to the bar and slammed into Chibs' side, throwing his arms around his brother and squeezing. "CHIBBY! I see you're making nice with the new lady of the club. Might you be sticking around, Miz Sunny." By the way Tig was talking it was obvious that he had more than just a couple of beers in him.

"I may, Tiggy." Sunny agreed. "It will be no easy feat to pry those two apart." Sunny pointed a look to where Asha and Juice sat on the couch, Asha now straddling Juices lap, kissing him passionately.

"Damn," Tig sighed, putting his hands on his hips, "I honestly thought I would get laid before the kid tonight." Shaking his head, Tig turned to walk away.

"Try a sweetbutt, Tigger, you might have better luck." Chibs pinched the bridge of his nose, screwing his eyes shut for a few moments.

"You okay?" Sunny laid a hand on Chibs' knee.

"I have had this migraine since this afternoon," He sighed looking at her.

"Have you taken anything for it?" Her hand still lingering where it was.

"Any more meds, sweetheart, and it would be my last headache." He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

Almost as if on cue, the music turned up loud. A speaker on the end of the bar blasted near Chibs' head.

"God Dammit!" He mumbled, making to move away.

"You have somewhere more quiet to go?" Sunny asked, moving in to talk to him without shouting.

Chibs thought for a moment, seeming almost to debate with himself. "Can I show you something?"

Sunny trailed behind him as he made his way to the door. Stopping for a moment, Sunny took a step to the side and leaned in to where Asha and Juice were necking like there was no tomorrow. "You kids have fun now." She spoke in a normal tone, but with the loud music it came out sounding like a whisper. The make-out session didn't stop, but rather both parties had an ear splitting grin when Sunny turned to continue following Chibs.

Following him outside, Sunny noticed a couple of girls, 'croweaters' no doubt, standing just outside the door smoking. Their chattering stopped when they saw Chibs, or more likely, his cut. They both began propositioning him.

Sunny turned to them wearing a pleasant smile, "Scurry along now, ladies. He's occupied." She turned back to following Chibs, who never even gave a second glance at the women.

"You used to getting hollered at like that all the time?" She asked him.

"When I wear this cut," He turned to look at her now, "I usually only get one of two responses; Respect, or that." Contempt strong in his voice. "It's like a challenge for some of them. Who ever can fuck the highest ranking Son gets to be 'Queen Croweater' for a day."

They stepped up to the row of Dyna's.

"Hop on," Chibs reached his helmet out to Sunny as he swung his leg over his own bike. "Come on," He shook the helmet a little at her, the chin strap rattling a little on the shell of the helmet, "I don't bite." He grinned wide.

Taking his helmet into her hands, she stepped forward, "Uh-uh. If I'm riding with you, you're wearing your own." She placed the helmet onto Chibs' head and turned and walked away from him.

He watched her walk to her truck. Thinking she wasn't up for the ride, Chibs dropped his smile. Watching her, however, she pulled the bench seat forward and pulled out a pair of boots. The same she had wore earlier in the day. Taking off her shoes she pulled the boots on in their place, and zipped them to her knee. Then Sunny took her leather jacket out from the same spot and pulled it on over her tank top, zipping that to her chest.

She then walked over near the locked up bays of the shop, to where her bike stood. Chibs' eyes never leaving her, Sunny pulled her own helmet from the handle bars and began strapping it under her chin. Chibs regained his smile as he watched her walk back to him.

"I thought you had a change of heart at first." He pushed the kickstand back with the heel of his boot.

"Nope." Sunny swung her leg over the back of his bike and nestled herself up close to Chibs' back, wrapping her arms around his waist. "Safety first, though." Not knowing what made her do it, but Sunny leaned her head forward and tapped the front of her helmet to the back of his lightly. "Better safe than sorry."

"Aye, Absolutely." The light click of their helmets tapping didn't bother his headache, but it made him wonder how many times an accident had occurred when the driver had offered his helmet to his passenger.

Chibs started the bike and accelerated out of the spot he was backed in to. Sunny squeezed her knees together around his hips as she let go of his waist. The gesture was simple and innocent, as Sunny was only pulling her sunglasses from the collar of her shirt to slip them on, so the wind wouldn't make her eyes water. Chibs, however knowing it was innocent, had to keep himself in check, as her legs squeezed tighter around his hips.

He drove them out to the highway and out of town. They were only on the road for less than ten minutes. For Sunny, who thoroughly enjoyed riding bitch with Chibs, the drive felt like it was over in less than that.

When Chibs slowed to a stop, they were on the shoulder of the road.

"Where are we?" Sunny asked him, as they both got off of the bike.

"Shh. Just follow me." Chibs then started to walk the bike down the side of the road some 50 feet back into a small patch of trees and tall grass. With the moon on the other side of the trees, the bike was almost invisible in the pitch black night. Chibs took Sunny's hand and lead her into the trees. Small as the timber was, they came out on the other side in just a minute of walking.

The clearing they stepped into was breath taking. A small stream glimmered in the sliver of moonlight that shown down.

Chibs deposited himself onto the ground, just a few feet from the stream. Stretching his legs out, he crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back into the grass.

"This..." Sunny was nearly speechless, "This is beautiful!" She sat down next to Chibs. "How did you find this place, Filip?"

It took a moment for him to respond, it still felt strange to him to hear someone call him by his name.

"Stumbled upon it one day. Tigger took a tumble down on the other side of the trees there, and lost one of his rings. Couple of us were helping look for it, when we happened upon the stream. Lead us here. Gorgeous, isn't it?" He sighed deep, "Quiet too. I come here from time to time when the boys at the shop get to be too much for me to handle."

The cool night felt good on Sunny's skin, and she took her jacket off. Laying it out behind her, she turned on her stomach and layed next to Chibs. "Where are you from?" She asked him, wonderingly.

Chibs rolled his head to look over at her, her face wasn't very far from his. "You can't tell?" He asked incredulous.

"Well, I'm assuming like Ukraine or something, right?" She grinned wide and turned her head to the side to look back at him, resting her cheek on her crossed arms.

He let out a chuff of laughter, "Where the fuck did you get that?"

Sunny rolled her eyes, her grin never leaving her face, "I'm not an idiot. I know you're a Scot. But I meant where from; Scotland is a fairly large rock."

"Glasgow." He couldn't take his eyes from her. "I'm from Glasgow."

"Hmm," She pondered, "Never been. How did you manage to make it all the way to Charming?"

"Traveled a bit. Patched over to Charming charter several years ago. Lived in Belfast for a while. You been to Scotland?"

"Visited New Castle for a few days. Beautiful place. Belfast? I Haven't been to Belfast in years. Not since my grandad died."

"You've been to Belfast?"

"My grandparents lived in Helen's Bay. I would go and visit during my summers. That's where I learned to ride."

They layed in silence like that for a while. Their shoulders just inches from touching. Sunny would pick at the grass in front of her, and Chibs would look at the stars that were crystal clear from their little pasture. Both would steal small glances at the other, and then avert their eyes before the other could catch them. They both wondered how they could have missed each other so much in their lives, only to wind up in the same small town in California.

Chibs rolled to his side to get a better look at Sunny. "Where else have you been?" She intrigued him, and the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to know everything about her.

She looked pensive for a moment, then smiled slightly, "Grew up in Chicago, then when I turned eighteen, my grandad gifted me my Dyna. He had bought it while he lived stateside, and left it here when he retired back home. That's when I started half-assed traveling. I've lived in Omaha, Nebraska. Raleigh, North Carolina. Had an abusive boyfriend in a small town in Northern Missouri." She rolled her eyes at Chibs, "Thought I had found 'The One'. After I left him is when I had my accident."

She propped herself up on her elbows. "That was in Derby, Kansas. Small town near Wichita." She chuckled ruefully. "Ironically, that accident helped me find the best friend that I have ever had." She continued, as if looking at a checklist. "Cincinnati, Pittsburgh, Baltimore. Then I started South again, Richmond, and back into North Carolina into Charlotte. That's the closest I've ever been to living in the same city."

This sparked Chibs' curiosity, he had been enthralled with her stories of traveling, "No repeats?"

"Nope. Same state before. But never have I lived in the same city twice. I lived low. Renting shitholes for six months to a year or so at a time, then moving on. I didn't keep very many possessions. The money from my accident paid my rent. I would get some shit ass job at the grocery store or something to put food in my stomach. Then I would pick up, pack what I needed, and donate what I didn't, and leave. If I couldn't strap it to my bike, I didn't need it. It was nice, I got to see a lot of things most people don't. A year after my accident I flew back out to Helen's Bay one more time to sit at my grandad's deathbed. I was living in Pittsburgh at the time." She scratched her forehead, staring not at Chibs, but through him.

"He meant a lot to you." It wasn't a question, Chibs could hear it in the way she talked.

"Still does." Sunny smiled at him. "Only person in my family that I ever really liked. My mother was a drunk and a druggie. Everything from pot to heroin. I think the only thing she never did was meth, and I would assume that was just from lack of supply where we lived. My Da tried, worked his ass off, just to have it stolen from him by his asshole wife. Didn't get to see him much. Not his fault, though. When I turned eighteen, he finally filed for divorce. We both got away then. He married another woman who treated him better. Has grown kids of her own. She's nice, but the kids, they're entitled brats. I met them at the wedding." She rolled her eyes again. "My grandma died of cancer while they were still living in the states. I was only seven. My grandad told me all the time about how she was his soulmate. That if I was lucky I could find and love someone as much as they loved each other." Sunny swiped a tear from her cheek then, and sighed. "No such luck so far."

"What about your girlfriend..." Chibs trailed off, remembering where they had left her.

"Asha?" Sunny dipped her head to lean her forehead against her crossed arms for a moment. Chibs thought something may have been wrong until she gave a tinkle of the laughter that enthralled him. "Asha is... Let's call her my best friend with the occasional benefits."

She raised her head to look at him again. "So you're not actually dating?" He asked her.

"No. Not really. We live together, and we travel together, and we fuck from time to time. But no. We're not actually dating." She laughed a little again, "Asha was driving the truck that I had managed to wedge myself under when I had my accident. God, She was only seventeen when I rammed her. She was the only friend I had during my stay at the hospital. My da and Nancy, that's his wife, visited once. But only for a couple of days. I spent three weeks in the hospital, and Asha was the only person who stayed almost the whole time. We stayed in touch for almost five years after that."

She looked pensive for another moment, as she recalled the events that had followed.

"She called me one night in the middle of June, I was in Jackson, Mississippi. She had been dealing with an abusive boyfriend for some time. She never told me how bad it got, just that they fought more often than not. She never told me that he had put her through the occasional wall, or that he had blackened her eye more than once. It wasn't until that night after he had choked her out twice and threatened her life that she realized she needed out. That's when she called me. The only friend she had left. I'm assuming because I was never close enough for him to make her push me away physically. I crossed through three states and it took me over 12 hours to get there. But while he was at work, we packed what we could of her shit into her little Dakota, and she's been traveling with me ever since."

Chibs reached his hand out and touched the exposed scars on Sunny's shoulder gingerly.

Sunny smiled at him. Then reaching her own hand up, she did the same to his. His mustache covered some of the scar, but where it arched towards his ear was completely visible. Running her fingers softly over his cheek, she smiled once more. Pulling herself to sit on her knees, Sunny leaned over and kissed Chibs' cheek. "You want to see something else as beautiful as this?"

She stood and pulled Chibs to his feet.


woah. That's a lot more in one chapter than I had anticipated. But I guess I had a lot to incorporate. Have to make it believable, yeah? Also, I did have to bullshit some stuff. If there is something that is glaringly obvious, please let me know, and I'll do my best to correct it. Hope y'all enjoyed chapter three!
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(Also, I would like to throw a tiny party for the fact that without my AN's this chapter was exactly 5k words!)