Katie walked into the club house, praying there wouldn't be a huge group of people inside, so that she could get Tig alone. If anyone would understand, it would definitely be him. Of course, that is if she could explain it in a way to make it understandable. Sometimes her thoughts got so jumbled and lost inside her head that she didn't even know what to make of them. Her hopes fell short when she saw all the guys sitting in the main room laughing and drinking. Gemma sat next to Clay, holding Abel and talking to Tara who was next to Jax. Piney, Happy, Juice, Opie, Kozick, Half Sack, Bobby, Chibs and Tig sat around drinking and relaxing from the run they had just came back from. So much for her idea.
"Ey darlin' you're teh pretty teh look so down," Chibs said as he grab her and pulled her down onto his lap.
He was really starting to make a habit out of doing that at the perfectly wrong time. Out of the corner of Katie's eye she could see Tig glaring at her and the Scott.
"It's nothing, just hurtin' a little that's all. Nothing a few drinks wouldn't help settle," Katie said with a soft smile.
"Half Sack, teh girl needs Jack!" Chibs said loudly in his thick accent.
Half Sack had learned from the first time he had met Katie just to bring her the whole bottle, so he did. As he handed her the bottle the group laughed and Katie smiled as she untwisted the cap and took a long swig. Tig sat back and watched the interaction between her and his brother, making sure his hands didn't cross any lines. He watched as they passed the bottle between the two of them. Every once in a while Chibs would lean over and say something into Katie's ear, causing her to smile and Tig's blood boil, but it was never anything more than that.
Katie was having a good time; her worries were temporarily pushed to the back of her mind. Chibs had a way of putting her at ease, he always had. She didn't know if it was his voice, soothing and smooth, or just the way he was, but it seemed to work whatever it was.
The group was unaware of who was getting ready to walk into the club house, especially of their intentions or what was about to happen.
Katie had just lit a cigarette, well, was smoking a cigarette since Chibs had lit it for her. His hand was now rubbing the bare skin of her forearm, soft and gentle as though he was unaware of his actions. The guys were joking around, picking on Bobby about something and Gemma and Tara were stilling playing with Abel as the uninvited guest made their way into the club house.
"Where is that fucking gimp?" A familiar voice rang through the room.
Everyone's heads snapped around to the hallway coming from the front door to see the crow eater Katie had brutally beaten, holding a gun, pointing it straight at Tig. Her face was swollen and bruised, but even under her puffy lids everyone could clearly see the fire in her eyes. Katie was the only one that didn't turn her head, she knew the voice, and she knew who it was. Thank God her back was to the door; her cane was leaning against the table closer to Piney, so it looked like his. Her K-bar was on her left hip which was hidden against Chibs' body and her hair was down so it hid her face, there was nothing to give her away just yet. She felt as Chibs tightened his arm around her, half a warning, half in comfort.
"What the fuck…" Clay yelled as he went to get up, but sat back down when the crazed girl pointed the gun at him.
"Go ahead old man, next person to move get a hole blown right through them," she said in a firm voice.
Katie locked eyes with Tig while the girl attention was on Clay and she saw her opening. Tig could see as the plan unfolded in Katie's mind and the darkness started to take a hold of her eyes. No matter how this ended, it wasn't going to be good.
"I'm sorry, please don't be mad," Katie mouthed silently to him as his eyes mirrored his confusion.
Then, she turned to Chibs and whispered something into his ear. Just as the crazed girl walked up almost right next to her target, their lips met. Chibs brought his hands up to Katie's face pulling in her hair into her face and Tig suddenly realized what was going on. Katie slid her hands into his shirt where she knew his blades would be in his shoulder strap. Carefully, she unsheathed the sharp blades, but kept her hands hidden inside his shirt. Chibs deepened the kiss, taking advantage of the situation, and ran his tongue gently against hers. Given the circumstances, the embrace was quite incredible in Katie's mind, she never would have thought in a million years that Chibs would have been such an incredibly passionate kisser, but she had to stay focused.
"Where is she, you fucker?" The girl yelled, pointing the gun back at Tig.
"I don't know, come on baby we can talk about this," he said putting his hands up.
"No, fuck you! You were mine! You couldn't get enough of me until that fucking gimp came limping back into your life, now I don't exist," she yelled jabbing the gun at him.
"No baby, that's not true, you know that. Come on, put the gun down, let's just talk about this," Tig said in a calm voice.
"Where the fuck is she? Huh? Then we will talk about it," the girl yelled waving the gun around.
Waiting for the right moment to make her move, Katie broke her kiss with Chibs but kept her face inches away from his. His breath was ragged and uneven, obviously turned on as he quickly licked her lips trying to compose himself. Suddenly, she was off his lap with such speed that it made his head spin. She now stood behind the irate crow eater with the two blades crossed in front of her throat, placed dangerously hard against her skin.
"I'm right here you stupid cunt, and if you plan on shooting someone, you should probably take the safety off. Now, if you don't drop the gun, I'm going to slit your cum dumpster of a throat," Katie growled into her ear. Her eyes were dark and distant and her voice and hands were calm and steady. The combination made her even more intimidating and downright unnerving.
"You wouldn't," the girl squeaked.
"Do you really want to try those odds darling? Now, you've got to the count of three to put the fucking gun down before I spill your blood all over the God damn floor," Katie said darkly as she dug the blades harder into the girl's skin. "One… Two…"
"Okay you fucking psychopath!" The girl cried as tears streamed down her face.
With tears streaming down her face, the crow eater slowly started to place the gun on the table in front of her. Katie dropped one of the blades from the girl's throat giving her the room she needed to continue her movement. The gun was almost on the table when suddenly, her movement changed and she tried to turn the gun on Katie in one last attempt at revenge.
Katie wasn't sure whose voice she had heard yell her name, but at that moment it didn't matter. She was completely aware of what the girl was trying to do; her attention had never been drawn away from the crow eater. As the girl tried to turn the gun on Katie, her attempt quickly fell short. With one quick movement, Katie swiftly brought the blade into the side of the crow eater's ribs causing her to scream, fall to her knees and drop the gun. Chibs instinctively jumped to his feet and kicked the fire arm out of reach from the now bleeding crow eater. After making sure the fire arm was out of reach, he ran to Katie and pulled her away from the bloody scene. Tig was quickly by her side, searching her blank, unemotional face. Her hands were covered in blood, but steady as though nothing had happened.
"Are you ok?" Tig asked.
"Fine… What the fuck," Katie boomed looking down at the bleeding, motionless girl.
"I don't know darlin', but I do know that there is nothing sexier than a woman that can handle a blade," Chibs spoke up as he slipped an arm around Katie's waist and pulled her close to his side.
"Don't fucking encourage her," Clay spat as he approached. "Half Sack, lock the fucking door, we don't need anyone walking in right now."
"Uncle Clay, I'm sorry but what did you want me to do?" Katie asked in a serious tone. "Would have been fine if the stupid bitch would have just put the fucking gun down."
"I know, it's still fucked up, but you had no other option. You had a good plan, you gave her a chance, nothing more you could have done," he said slipping an arm around her shoulders.
"Again, I'm sorry Uncle Clay, last thing I want to do is spill blood in the club house and cause trouble for the club," Katie replied in an apologetic tone.
"I know baby, now clean this fucking mess up," he said starting to walk away. "And Chibs, since your blades were involved, you fucking help her."
"Uh, Clay since half of this was my fault; do you want me to help her?" Tig asked not wanting Katie and Chibs to be alone.
"No, I don't want you to be anywhere near that fucking body, you keep your sick ass here," Clay said pointing a knarled finger in Tig's face.
Katie's mind raced like crazy as her and Chibs drove out of Charming in the van. Tig was obviously pissed when Katie and he left the club house together, but it was under Clay's orders. Did he have a reason to be pissed? Yes, but did Katie care? Not even close, it was the furthest thing from her mind. She had not only just killed someone, but had just kissed Chibs. She didn't know which one had her more screwed up. The face that she was out of the war and was still killing people, or that she wanted to do nothing more than grab Chibs and press her lips to his.
They were out in the middle of nowhere when Chibs pulled off to the side of the road with a big cliff off to the right. The two grabbed the body out of the back of the van and tossed it over the side of the cliff. If the body was found anytime soon they would suspect nothing more than a hooker had pissed someone off and got herself killed. With the task being taken care of the two started their trip back to Charming.
"Hey Chibs, do we have to go straight back?" Katie asked finally breaking the silence.
"Not if you don't wanna darlin'," Chibs said in his thick, sex, accent. "What did ya 'ave in mind?"
"There's a road up about a mile on the left, it goes back into the woods, my dad used to take me there. Be nice to just sit back there, drink and relax for a bit. I snagged a bottle of Jack," she said revealing the bottle with a grin.
"Sounds brilliant," he said as he turned the van onto the dirt road.
About two miles back into the woods was a small clearing. Chibs killed the engine and helped Frankie down out of the van, bottle of Jack secured firmly in her hand. The clearing was quiet, nothing but the sounds of nature and the running water of the creek that cut through. They walked over to the bank and found a place to sit down.
"It's beautiful out 'ere darling," Chibs said as he took the bottle from Katie's hand.
"Yeah, I know. Me and dad used to come here all the time to get away from mom," Katie said staring off into the water. "Always liked this spot."
"Ya okay darlin'?" He asked as he handed the bottle back to the beautiful young woman.
"I'm surviving Chibby, it's gonna take me awhile to adapt to being a civilian again, but I'll get through it," she said with a small smile.
"Ya acted pretty quick back there, ya wanna talk about it?" He asked eying her.
"Nothing to talk about. I did was I had to do, she happens man," she replied with a shrug and a matter of fact tone.
"Okay, if ya need ta talk I'm 'ere," he said putting his arm around Katie's shoulders. "Ya know, I'm glad yar back."
"Thanks, I'm glad to be back, it's good to be home," she said quietly laying her head on Chibs' shoulder.
They sat quietly like that for quite some time, passing the bottle silently between them. Katie left her head on his shoulder as he gently rubbed her back in a comforting way. Between the sound of the running water and Chibs' strong arm around her, she felt at ease and comfortable.
"Do ya wanna go grab a drink somewhere?" Chibs asked breaking the silence.
"Not really, I'd rather stay here. I don't really feel like being around anyone else. I'm happy being here just with you," she said shifting her weight uncomfortably.
"Ya know, ya handled those blades pretty well earlier, I meant what I said. It was fuckin' hot," he said in his thick, sexy accent.
"Yeah, some good looking Scottish guy taught me how to handle a blade when I was a kid. I spent a whole summer in Ireland on a trip with my dad… You wanna know a secret? That was the best part of my summer," she said with a smile as she remembered her time in Belfast.
"A good lookin' Scott huh?" Chibs asked with a smile. "Ya were a kid and ya thought he was good lookin'?"
"Oh yeah, especially the older he got. He's got these sexy, dark eyes and that hot fucking accent," she said with a mischievous smile, fanning herself.
"Oh really?" He said with a chuckle and a wide grin, slightly taken back.
"Oh really," she confirmed, countering with a smile.
"So, why didn't ya ever say anythin' ta this handsome, older, foreigner? You're gorgeous, I'm sure he felt the same about ya," Chibs said moving closer.
"I don't know, I kissed him once, but it was a fucked up situation," she said with a wider smile.
"How was it? The kiss I mean. Would ya do it again under normal circumstances if ya had the chance?" He asked eying her.
"It was fucking hot to be honest. I would do it again, but I don't know if he would. Guess it's his call, his move," she said eying him back.
Before Katie knew it, Chibs lips came crashing down on hers and he pulled her into him. The kiss was gentle like last time, but also full of raw passion. A deep throaty groan came from Chibs before he broke the kiss.
"Darling," he said breathing heavily. "I've wanted you since I saw you standing in front of that door a few days ago."
"But, just give me a minute and let me finish. I know ya just got home and ya have been though a lot even though ya try to pretend like ya haven't," he said with soft eyes. "That's why I'm not going to pressure ya or anything. When ya are ready, ya let me know, I can wait. Until then I don't want ya doing anything yar not mentally or physically ready for."
"I appreciate that more then you know," she replied quietly. "I just have to get used to being home like I said. Just a little time and I'll be fine."
"I understand, now let's get back before ya uncle starts to think we got into more trouble," he said helping her up.
When they got back to the clubhouse Chibs kissed her in the parking lot before walking in. The main room was deserted; everyone had either gone home or went back to the apartments and went to bed. Katie made her way to Tig's room, wanting nothing more than a shower and bed, but the door was locked.
"Come on Tig, fucking open up man," she said as she pounded on the door.
No answer.
"You fucker," she said into the door before turning to walk away. "Damn it!"
She knew now Tig was pissed and she didn't care. Fuck him. It was his dick that caused their fight earlier in the garage, and it was his dick that caused the shit with the croweater. She was now outside of Chibs' room knocking. She desperately needed a shower.
"Come in," she heard his voice call from behind the door. "Miss me already?" He asked as she walked in.
"I was hoping you were still here, and of course I missed you. But, I was wondering if I could use your shower. Tig fucking locked me out," she explained.
"Sure thing darling, it's all yars," he said motioning to the bathroom.
"You're the best Chibs," she smiled as she made her way to the shower.
"Ya need any help, ya just let me know," he called after her.
Katie stood under the hot water as it washed away the days grime. The more she thought about Tig the madder she became. He had no right to be angry with her; she had just saved his fucking ass. She should be the one that was pissed because of the way he had acted, not the other way around. If he wanted to act like a child, so fucking be it. She should have known better anyway instead being that stupid and naive.
The shower made her physically feel better, but mentally she felt like complete shit. After drying herself off, she became even more frustrated upon realizing she had no clothes to sleep in and all of stuff for her back and leg (gauze, tape, etc.) was in her bag in Tig's room. With a frustrated sigh, she wrapped the towel around her body and made her way out of the bathroom.
"Would you be willing to let me barrow something to sleep in since my fucking bad is in fuck heads room?" She asked.
"Of course darlin'," he said as he went to the dresser for a T-shirt.
"Do you have your medic bag to? My back needs bandaged," she said inspecting the S.O.A., Belfast shirt and boxer shorts he had given her.
"Yar back?" He asked looking somewhat puzzled.
"Yeah, you'll see. But first I need it so I can go do my leg," she said looking down. She wrapped it in gauze first the covered it with wrap to help support it. She had thrown the wrap over it so it wouldn't be visible.
"Darlin', I'll do yar leg, I promise I'll be gentle," he said with soft eyes.
"No it's ok, it's not that hard for me to do. I'd rather do it anyway since I know how it has to be done," she said holding out her hand for the bag.
"No, I insist, just let me take care of ya," Chibs said.
Katie thought a minute.
"Alright, but no wise cracks or I will kick you in your lucky charms," she said with a stern look. "Turn around and let me change."