Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy, it's owned my the amazing Kurt Sutter, FX and everyone else who has the money to kick my ass in court if I don't have this up here. I do however 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 as do all my lovely fans that keep reading and reviewing.

HaylsValo: Never fear next chapter is here!

vilis91: I'm not entirely sure about going in that direction yet, it's a possibility.

DragonBby: Too right, I never really liked her much either but in saying that I'm not awfully keen on Tara either. She most definitely lives by her own code and that is very evident in this Chap.

Slip Kid – Anvil & Franky Perez

I left my doctor's prescription bungalow behind me
I left the door ajar
I left my vacuum flask
Full of hot tea and sugar
Left the keys right in my car

Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
Only half way up the tree
Slip kid, slip kid, I'm a relation
I'm a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free

Floyd's

=Taru's P.O.V=

I gave a grin to Unser who was sat in the chair as we walked into Floyd's. "Morning Floyd, morning Unser"

"Shouldn't you still be laid up in a hospital bed?"

I shrugged lightly. "I got a three hour pass because the hospital was boring me to death" I stated unhooking my arms from my crutches and took a seat.

"How much do you remember about your accident? We haven't made my head way with any of it yet"

I furrowed my brow lightly trying to put everything into words; I could remember everything beforehand quite clearly. "I remember coming out of Hoffman's and getting to my Charger," I said, pain arching across my brain as I tried to recall the rest of the details. "I remember talking to Hale and then rear ending up shitty Honda," The images continued to flash through my brain in some sort of sequence, short bursts of pain following each one. "I can remember dropping my phone, I remember looking up and catching a glimpse out the corner of my eye," My hands beginning to shake as in my mind I relived every detail. "I remember seeing the grim reaper with his hand outstretched to me before that SUV T-boned me" I finished almost silently, the fear of how close I'd come to not waking up settled in my chest constricting my lungs and heart in an icy cold grip.

I sat staring at the tiles on the floor for a minute before finally looking up to see the concern etched across each face, Tig sat down beside me taking my hand and squeezing it to stop it shaking. "It's alright gorgeous" He murmured squeezing my hand again.

I squeezed his hand weakly and smiled brokenly before scratching idly at the stitches that had been holding my temple together, Tara had reminded me they were coming out and every so often bugged the hell out of me by itching like crazy.

I glanced towards the street and narrowed my eyes slightly watching two guys on Harley's across the street, they seemed to be watching the store, waiting for something or someone. I exhaled slowly rubbing my aching temple as it started to throb lightly.

I felt a chill run through my spine and looked up to the door to see both men now standing there in the doorway.

"Can we help you?" Kozik asked taking them both in carefully, one had his eyes fixed on Tig.

"Na, we just came looking for him," The bulkier one of the two stated gesturing towards Tig who was sat beside me still. "Don't know me do you? You fucked my old lady a while back when you were on a run" He growled before taking a step into the store, his pistol coming up to smash against Kozik's temple as Tig stood ready to take them both on.

"Get up," I winced as the second one grabbed my arm yanking me up and forced me towards the mirror on the opposite side of the wall. "Don't fucking move bitch"

I rolled my eyes lightly wincing again as he bound my hands behind my back tightly with a piece of cord yanked from the trimmers sitting on the counter. I shifted moving my weight off my still healing knee and looked to Kozik, who was on the floor with his hands tied behind his back, then to Unser, who was handcuffed to the chair beside me, and finally Tig who was bound to a chair on the wall opposite the door.

I grimaced and flinched away as the first burly looking guy laid into the Sergeant at Arms while his friend kept watch; each hit left a sickening ringing in the air as he laid into Tig's face with his fists. I glanced between both men and exhaled slowly racking my brain for something, a plan of sorts.

Pain seared through my knee as I adjusted my weight briefly putting weight onto my injured knee, another sickening crack when through the air as the guy's fist connected with Tig's nose, his face snapping sideways as blood streamed from his nose down his shirt and kutte leaving wet dark red streaks and dots of red across the fabric.

I shifted my weight once more moving my eyes from one thing to the next, there were scissors in a jar down the end of the counter next to Floyd as well as combs then there was a coat stand next to the door and all the shoe cleaning products, I turned my attention to the mirror behind me and scanned my eyes across the things behind me, anything to cut the bindings would help, it would at least give me a fighting chance if something happened.

Bingo. An insane little grin swept over my lips at the sight of a straight razor on the counter and quickly glanced back up swapping my eyes between both men as I attempted to shift and feel around for the razor. Come on, where the fuck is it? I furrowed my brow glancing back quickly to try and find it before quickly freezing and narrowing my eyes at the second one who seemed to be watching someone outside.

I snatched up the razor and gave a brief grin before beginning to work on the cord binding my steadily numbing hands. I looked over the group stopping briefly and hiding the razor when the guy in the doorway looked over us, pain shot up my knee as I shifted my weight briefly and kept trying the ropes.

"What're you doing?" I froze and looked up to the guy in the doorway, my mind was ticking over trying to think of a good excuse and 'I have an itch' probably wouldn't cut it in this situation.

"Well I was in a car accident a couple of weeks ago, had my knee replaced, I can't handle the weight on it," I reined back my sarcasm and anger. "Am I not allowed to move?"

"No," He snapped clenching his Beretta tightly. "Now stay still"

I rolled my eyes briefly and relaxed back against the counter, eyes trained on him as he turned back to the doorway. Come on, break you son of a bitch. I felt the cord binding my hands give a little before it finally snapped completely and fell to the counter.

I glanced over the group a grin slipping to my lips before I flexed my hands trying to return some of the feeling to them. I looked to the guy in the doorway, he was far too busy watching some red headed piece of legs and tits to be bothered with me, I turned and limped as quickly and quietly as I could towards the guy beating Tig and took one last glance back before reaching around his throat with the straight razor and sunk it into the side of his neck sliding it quickly across his jugular.

The guy choked, hands quickly going up to his throat to grab at the gaping blood wound, I grabbed the gun from the back of his throat and turned quickly towards the guy in the doorway who had pulled out his Beretta and turned towards me.

"Fucking bitch" He spat cocking the gun aiming at my chest.

I gripped my blood soaked hand around the dripping straight razor and glared at the guy. "I just slit your friend's throat and I sure as shit don't feel guilty about it, want to test and see if I'll feel guilty about putting a bullet through your brain?" His grip on his gun faltered as did his gaze, his eyes flicked to his dead friend before he lowered his gun slowly. "Smart move, now put it on the ground and kick it to me," He placed the gun on the ground and kicked it towards me; I stopped it with my foot and motioned with the Beretta towards the ground. "Now get on the ground and stay there"

I waited for him to get on the ground before stepping over and giving him a good crack to the face with the butt of the Beretta before turning and limping towards Tig and untied the binds around his wrists. "You alright Tigger?"I asked as I collapsed into one of the chairs holding my knee in pain, the excess weight on it had given me sharp stabbing pains that travelled down the length of my leg and were yet to disappear.

He nodded wincing as he touched his tender cheek bone before helping Kozik out of his binds. "You are one very scary chick" The Tacoma blonde stated rubbing his red wrists.

I grinned softly and shrugged. "This me on a semi good day, you should see me on a bad one," I looked between the two of them. "We don't tell Filip about this yeah?"

Tig nodded as did Kozik before they helped Floyd and Unser out of their binds.

"You alright Finland?"

"Fine, knee's fucking killing me" I bit out between clenched teeth, the tears threatening to spill down my cheeks from the pain searing through my new joint.

"Time to get back to the hospital"

I glanced to the clock on the wall and bit back a laugh, "I think we're a half hour too late for that," I stated nodding to the clock, I looked to the bloody razor in my hand and smiled sheepishly to Floyd. "I'll buy a new one for you" I stated before forcing myself to stand, knee buckling under the minimal weight put on it.

I buried my head into Tig's kutte as he caught me and groaned softly. "I fucking hate this, it makes me want to kill myself," I stated before letting out a frustrated growl and finally looked up to Tig with a grateful smile. "Thanks Tigger"

He nodded hooking his arm under my legs and hauling me up not bothering about the blood that was now covering his kutte, shirt and jeans. "Come on Finland"

"I'll come to the hospital later and get a statement" Unser called after us before Tig helped me into the van, Buster whimpering softly and nudging at my blood soaked hands before licking tentatively.

"I'm alright Buster" I murmured burying my face into his fur inhaling deeply before closing my eyes, I was dead tired now.

I groaned softly opening my eyes as rolled to a stop. "Back already huh?"

"Yeah, sorry Finland"

I shrugged lightly and tried to push the slightly neurotic Sergeant at Arms away as he went to pick me up again. "I can walk by myself"

"Don't care, I told Chibs I'd take care of you," He nodded to the blood on us both. "If he finds out about this he'll kill me"

I grinned lightly wiping at a smattering of blood across his cheek. "Sorry about that, didn't know what else to do"

"Just remind me not to get on your bad side yeah?"

I gave a nod hooking my arm around his neck and scratching Buster's ear. "Be good for Tig" I stated as Tig shut the door over and started inside.

"Fucking doc's gonna kill us" He groaned seeing Tara standing in the doorway, a look of shock on her face at the sight of us.

I grinned softly looking to Tara from my spot in cradled against Tig's body, he refused to let me walk on my own two feet, Tara crossed her arms over her chest and gave a disapproving look at the blood and how Tig was carrying me. "Sorry we took so long"

"What the hell were you doing? Did you get into a fight or something?" She asked looking pointedly at the blood.

"We," I glanced at Tig and Kozik before shaking my head lightly and clearing my throat slightly. "There was a line at Floyd's?" I offered with an impish smile before allowing Tig to carry me past her.

OK so I planned on posting this yesterday but the site was being a bitch and wouldn't let me, I did also plan on posting it the day before that but I couldn't find it in my heart to post, one of my gorgeous little bunnies passed away so I spent most of the day in tears, RIP my dear little Anarch, you won't be forgotten.

Slip Kid also seemed to fit just oh so well with this chapter so I couldn't help but put it up there.