Title: As the Rush Comes

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

Disclaimer: the Sons of Anarchy belong to Kurt Sutter, not me. I'm a poor college student, so it'd be pointless to sue.

A/N: The song for this chapter is 'Rest of my Life' by Kottonmouth Kings.

A/N: Read & Review, please Live by the motto: If you read it, feed it.

Chibs pulled into the lot at Teller-Morrow automotive, parking his bike along the others, before heading for the clubhouse. As he opened the door, he heard the voices of his brothers, and the soft sounds of Bobby's guitar. Half-sack had his pants down around his ankles as if he were showing something to the delivery man standing in front of him.

"Jesus, Prospect. Put it back in your pants."
"Sorry, Chibs."

Seeing the look on Chibs' face, Bobby put down the guitar, and along with the rest of the guys, walked over to him. Clay knew it took a lot for the former IRA member to seem this agitated.

"We got a problem, brothers."
"Tig, what did we tell you?! "
"It wasn't me, Clay, I swear." Tig replied, holding his hands up in self-defense.
"The ATF is back in town. Stahl showed up at Nessa's place this mornin, wanted to ask her some questions about the club."

Most of the members just rolled their eyes, knowing all Stahl was doing was trying to rile them up. The ATF had been trying to bring the club down for years, without any success. They had locked up a couple of the guys a few times on some petty charges, but Rosen normally had them out in a few hours. Clay sighed, running his hand over his face. The ATF was not something he needed to be dealing with.

"If she didn't say anything, we're fine….for now. You all need to get a hold of your old ladies, let them know that Stahl's going to be pressing them, but to not cave. That AT-and-F bitch will get what she deserves, but until then, we cover all the bases. For now, all of you get rested. We're partying tonight in celebration of Vanessa coming home."

Everyone nodded and went back to what they were doing; Bobby played his guitar, Juice went back to looking something up on the computer, Tig went back to gulping down a bottle of tequila. In a way, Clay knew that his plan to keep away from the ATF wouldn't work very well. With the girl he had once considered a daughter back in town, he knew Gemma would be putting some kind of party together – and his wife's parties tended to be legendary. All of the guys would want to be there to welcome Nessa home in style. If she had been a man, she would've been wearing a cut a long time ago – but things just didn't work like that in the MC world. With that many people gathered in one place, he knew it was bound to stir things up, and draw more of the ATF's attention towards the club.

Chibs separated himself from everyone else, heading upstairs to his 'apartment'. He looked around, wondering if he should clean up in case Nessa wanted to come here later tonight. Posters of his favorite porn ladies were covering the walls, dirty clothes were strewn across the floor – Yep, he'd definitely need to clean up.

'Oh, who are you kidding, fillip? Why would she want to come up here? Nessa left for a reason – I highly doubt she'd want ta crawl into a bed with you after only bein' back a few days.'

His mind seemed to be moving at the speed of light; Nessa always had that effect on him. She made him stop and think about what he was doing before he did it, helped him not make rash decisions that would land him or one of his brothers six feet under. After she managed to save his ass one time, Chibs had joked that Nessa was his guardian angel – that whenever she was around, he was safe. She was good for him, and for whatever reason, she didn't care that he meant nothing but bad things for her. Before her sudden departure, Nessa had said that she was going to get inked for Chibs – that she would carry the crow from then on to make sure that everyone knew she was his old lady. His heart had swelled with pride when she said that – he hadn't felt that kind of love for years, not since Fiona. Before he realized what had happened, she was gone. Since she got back to Charming, something seemed wrong – just seemed off about the whole situation. Out of nowhere, Vanessa decides to take off and doesn't keep in contact with any of them? No phone calls? No quick emails?

Chibs just hoped he found out what was wrong soon, what had happened.

He just wanted his guardian angel back.