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 Pride by Syntax
A/N: This is more of a filler chapter. I'm hoping that by writing this chapter that is, I'll admit, not my best work, it will jump start an idea.
It's made up of lonely moments
There was always a moment there when I knew.
You always gave installments,
Always knew you concentrated and grew.
As she sat by Chibs' bedside, wondering when he would regain consciousness, if he would regain consciousness, Vanessa thought about the times they had shared. She had known the moment she layed eyes on him – there was an instantaneous bond that could never be broken. Sure, it could be tested, as proven by her one-night stand with Tig, but it usually came out clean on the other side.
And I believe in reinvention,
Do you believe that life is holding the clue?
Take away all the lonely moments,
Give me full communication with you.
Nessa had missed talking to Chibs, missed the smooth Irish accent as he spoke. At the time, she thought leaving would be best. They may have a bond, but he and Tig were brothers, and Nessa definitely didn't want to mess with that. When she had stepped into her father's office when she returned and heard his voice, there was no denying that it had nearly turned her legs to mush and quiver beneath her.
Your smile, shine a little light, alright?
Don't hide, shine a little light,
Give up on your pride.
As much as it hurt to have Chibs find out the truth the way he had, she was glad that he finally knew – glad to have that white elephant out of the room and the metaphorical monkey off of her back. She realized that she had slept with Tig after a fight with Chibs. It had been her wounded pride that had driven her to sleep with Chibs' best friend, his brother. She looked down at Chibs' pale body lying in the hospital bed, the faint beeping of the monitors registering somewhere in her mind, as she came to a decision:
It's time to give up your pride, darlin'. It's getting you nowhere in this life.
