Title: As the Rush Comes

Summary: She rode into town in an old convertible, as if on the wind. Would she find herself caught in the middle of one of the deadliest biker wars in Charming history?

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sons of Anarchy – those belong to Kurt Sutter and the other proper owners. I'm a poor college student, so it'd be pointless to try and sue me – you wouldn't get more than 12 cents.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews: ozlady80, JacobLuvsLeah, Brittini2009, Andraya_TheLat

"Chibs"

"Hiya, Nessa-doll."

It had been years since she had been face to face with Chibs like this. Sure, every now and again she would see him up in Tacoma, but that was always club business. Unser looked from his only daughter to Chibs and back again, shaking his head. It was inevitable that his Vanessa would end up involved with the club – it was always just a question of when and how involved. Judging by the look on her face, she had been more involved than any father would like to think.

"If you don't mind Vanessa, we have some business to finish up with your old man. It shouldn't take very long."

Clay said, motioning for Nessa to leave. He didn't have to tell her twice – she knew that whatever they were all talking about would likely land one or all of the people in that room in jail, and the less she knew about it, the better. For years, her father had pretended to be against the outlaw way of life, that the things they were doing were wrong – which was probably what eventually drove Vanessa to leave Charming and go to Tacoma. She was glad to see he was at least listening to Clay, giving him a chance to speak his peace.

"I'm going to head outside and have a smoke. Come and find me when you're done."

She replied, nodding to the men in the room.

"She still a little spitfire?"

Clay asked, having known Nessa her entire life. Unser had always gone out of his way for the club, so the club had always looked out for him and Nessa – especially once her mom split.

"Yeah. She's more and more like her mother every time I see her, which knowing how her mother was, scares the hell out of me."

Vanessa had managed to dodge Hale on her way to the parking lot, thanking her lucky stars as she did so. He was a good enough man, and a great cop, but he always seemed too uptight – like if he didn't walk the straight and narrow, he would die. Don't get it twisted – Vanessa didn't go out of her way to break the law, but she didn't get all bent out of shape if it happened. I just don't see the point in living, if you don't live to the fullest extent, she thought. She was a wild child, through and through, without a doubt. Most people assumed it was because her father was the police chief, which just wasn't the reason. To Nessa, it was an escape – from the pressure of school, of expectations, of her mom splitting, of life. When she was testing the limits, she felt untouchable, a feeling that so many crave, yet are too scared to admit.

"Well, you've gone and done it again, kid. You've managed to shock me again."

She smiled as the Scottish voice spoke to her, as she turned to face him.

"Yeah, well, that's sort of my thing. How've you been?"

"Kickin' ass and takin' names."

Chibs replied, putting his hands on Nessa's hips, his voice coming out as more of a whisper to keep t he conversation away from the town gossips.

"Where've you been darlin'? One morning, you're thinking about letting me mark you with a crow, the next, you've up and disappeared."

"I know, I'm sorry. My mom….she was up in Tacoma, wanted me to come stay with her for awhile….Things just got really complicated…."

She replied, her voice trailing off. Chibs was one of the few people who Nessa trusted enough to let in on the fact that she had been in contact with her mother, and he understood how much that meant, having lost his mother at a young age.

"Hey Nessa, I knew you couldn't resist having a piece of the tig."

Tig said, as he trotted over to the couple. Chibs let go of Vanessa quickly, wanting to keep everything under wraps for the time being. She grinned, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, Tig. That's exactly why I came back. Take me home and ravage me now."

"Oh, I'd love to darlin', but duty calls. Come on Chibs, time to ride, brother."

Chibs leaned to her ear before turning to his bike

"This isn't over; we will finish our conversation eventually."

"I expect nothing less."