Amber woke to the sound of glass smashing. Hot panic ran through her and at the sound of male voices she broke out in a sweat. She slowly slid out of bed and groped around in the dark for her clothes, it wasn't often she cursed herself for being messing but this was defiantly one of those times.

Before she had got into bed she had chucked her clothes all over the spare room of Lilly's house. She had danced around in her underwear happy with the idea of living with Lilly, sharing the rent and living near the bar. Her final thought before going to sleep was that she might actually spend longer than a few weeks in Charming.

She could only find her work singlet so for now that would have to do. More important than finding her clothes, she needed to her bag which contained her small 9mm pistol that she called Juliet and her cell phone. She had loaded the number Tig had given her under 'SAMCRO HELP ME' as a joke not thinking she would actually need it. At the sound of Lilly screaming she moved a hell of a lot faster forgetting to move quietly falling over god knows what before finally reaching her bag.

"Yeah," grunted a man.

"Tig?" she whispered

"Nah, this is Chibs whose this?"

"Ah, the Vampire Chick, Tig gave me this number in case of emergency. I need help, I'm at Oswald lane, number 8."

"What's the problem?" Chibs asked before hearing a muffled voice and a gun shot

"Tig we got to go," said Chibs nudging the sleeping man sprawled across the bar.

"Fuck off!"

"Tig, your little chickie from the Dog rang, she's in trouble, I heard gun shots man get the fuck up," Chibs was heading towards his big as Tig jogged past him.

Really neither Chibs nor Tig were in a good state to be driving at such an hour, they had both been drinking large amounts of any alcohol they could get their hands on. Normally after nights of such heavy drinking they would be semi unconscious until 11am at least, defiantly not 4am. Amber was lucky Chibs had got up to pee just before she called. Both had sobered up pretty fast and were clear headed enough to handle the situation.

As they pulled up to Lilly's house a black Suburban and a white jeep speed away from the house.

"Do we follow?" Chibs yelled over the engines

Tig shut his bike off, "better make sure Amber's still alive I guess." Every fibber of his being was telling him to go after the cars and make sure all the occupants were beaten within an inch of their lives. But there was a little voice in his head telling him he needed to sort out his priorities.

The two walked into the house without needing to open the door that looked like it had been kicked in. There was broken glass from smashed photo frames all over the floor and the dining room table was split in two.

Tig found Lilly in the kitchen; she was covered in blood and unconscious.

"Fuck, Chibs get in here."

Chibs knelt down by her, "she has a pulse but it's weak. She needs to get to St Thomas now brother."

"Okay call 911. Not like we can get into shit for this... for a change."

Tig continued to look round the house, gun in hand. He walked into a room that had minimal furniture and a few bits of clothes here and there. There was blood on the wall.

"Amber?" he yelled, "Amber its Tig where the fuck are you?"

The wardrobe door flew open, "Jesus Christ."

Amber stumbled out wearing her skimpy waitressing t-shirt and a g-string, once again he wished he remembered his night with her.

"Not Jesus, Tig. You okay babe?" he said nodding at the blood on the wall.

"Yeah," she waved Juliet around. "Shot one of the fuckers, only hit his shoulder though."

Tig grinned his evil grin. This girl was something else.

"Is Lilly okay?" she picked up her black shorts and pulled them on.

"Ah no, not really, Chibs is with her in the kitchen. She's fucked to be honest, ambulance is on the way."

She headed to the kitchen, "shit you don't sugar coat things much do you."

When she saw Lilly she felt sick. Her face was unrecognisable, her blonde hair was red with blood and her arms and legs were bent in an unnatural way.

"Fuck me sideways," breathed Amber, she couldn't take her eyes off her friend.

"That can be arranged," said Tig, "but right now we need to know who did this."

"Those Nord dudes from the Dog, I only saw the guy that I shot but he was covered in Arian ink," Amber pulled her eyes away from Lilly's deformed body and locked eyes with Tig.

"She owed them money," she sighed.

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance.

"What do I tell them?" she asked.

"Everything. I'm guessing that gun is legal?" when she nodded he continued, "then we have nothing to hide here, you were acting in self defence so you can't get in trouble for it."

Ambulance staff came barrelling into the house pushing Amber slightly to get to Lilly, Tig was not too surprised when she hissed at one of them. With a slight chuckle he grabbed her by the elbow and led her into the sitting room where there was now a few police looking around at the damage.

"What the hell are you doing here Trager," Amber didn't like the tone of this cops voice.

"My friend Amber here called and said she needed help so Chibs and I came over and found this mess and Amber hiding in a closet." It felt somehow satisfying to Tig that he was not being questioned as a suspect but as a witness, that Hale wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing him behind bars tonight.

"Amber is it? I'm Deputy Chief Hale are you okay?" he was facing Amber but his eyes were on Tig.

Hale spent more time than necessary taking her details and asking her questions about the 'incident'. She knew he was trying to poke holes in her story, he seemed convinced that SAMCRO had something to do with it but when she told him about what had happened at the bar earlier and Lilly's debt to Darby he backed off.

"Are you okay to drive back to Lodi?" Hale asked

"Yeah, so much for moving in with Lilly though. She's going to be okay right?"

"I'm sure she will be fine." He hesitated a moment then said, "be careful about who you mix with around here."

He took her gun off her as evidence promising she would get it back and offered to talk to her boss about her not going to work.

"Thanks but I need to work. I'm told it costs more to live in Charming than it does in Lodi so I need to work so I can find a place here or I'm going to be stuck commuting at all hours of the night."

Hale was about to protest when Tig spoke up, "I'll sort shit out, make sure things are right at the Dog for you."

Chibs was half asleep on the sofa. He had answered all the questions he needed to and sat down to wait for Tig expecting he would be finished soon but opted to have a nap when Hale asked Amber for the third time how she was associated with SAMCRO even though the first two times she had told him "I'm not, I just know Tig."

"Come on Chibs let's get the fuck out of here," Tig said prodding him.

As they left the house and went back to their own the sun was rising. It was the first time in a long time that Tig had been awake for sunrise and he hoped it would be the last time. He walked into his own house and fell onto the sofa not even bothering to go to bed to sleep.