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 Forsaken by Disturbed.

A/N: Still not a very good chapter, but I do believe that my muse is back. Which means more chapters for you all :) Some obscene language used in this chapter - if that offends you, then...well....what are you doing reading a Sons of Anarchy story then? lol

Pain, a searing, burning pain – it was the first thing that came to Chibs. He tried to move his arms and legs, but quickly stopped, realizing that the movement was just making the pain worse. Prying his eyes open, he scanned the room around him. Cold, Sterile – a hospital room. He mused to himself. I fuckin' hate hospitals. Who do I need to talk to to get the hell out of here?

"Ssh, Filip – don't move. Just relax, I'm here."

Ah, Nessa's here, I'm fine….wait….that wasn't Nessa-girl's voice. It was….no way.
Ignoring the pain rippling through him at the slight action, Chibs turned his head to the side to find the source of the voice.

"What are ya doin' here, Fiona?"
"What? Is it a crime to come see my husband? I always knew the states were odd."
"You know damn well what I mean, Fi. If you're here, Jimmy ain't far behind – and last time I checked, he still wanted me dead."

Fiona let out a slight laugh that to onlookers might appear friendly, but after being married to her, Chibs knew better. What he said was true – if Fiona was there, so was Jimmy. The last thing the club needed with the feds breathing down their collective necks, was the IRA starting some shit – and well, Chibs enjoyed living and if Jimmy came around, that'd be brought to screeching halt. Before he could even speak another word, the door to his room opened, and naturally, he braced himself for gunshots, being surprised when they didn't come.

"So, a nurse said she heard voices coming from your room. You would wake up when I wasn't here."

Vanessa stopped mid-stride, when she saw the other woman standing besides Chibs' bed. Confusion flashed across her face as to who this woman was, but it was quickly replaced with annoyance at her taking up time she could be spending with Filip.

"Who the hell are you?"
"Filip must've told you about me. I'm Fiona, his wife."
"Yeah, he mentioned you once or twice, something along the lines of psycho bitch of an ex-wife. And PS darlin', once the divorce went through and you married someone else, you were no longer his wife."

Chibs tried to contain his grin, and failed. He knew Nessa was a spitfire, and as nervous as it made him for the two women to be together, he was glad to see that she could hold her own against Fiona – and wasn't afraid to tell her how things were now.

"Well, little girl, I still have the crow, so I'm still his Old Lady."
"Why don't we let Filip rest up while we go discuss this in the hallway?"
"Yes, I agree. I'll be back in a bit."

The women exited the room, heading for the stairwell –and for once, Chibs hoped nothing went down.

Gemma came walking off of the elevator like a woman on a mission, heading straight for the stairwell, herself. A nurse, who had coincidently taken care of Abel while he was in the hospital, had called her and said that Chibs was awake, and that two women had exited his room after a near shouting match. She knew that one of the women was Vanessa, knowing that she hadn't been far from Chibs' bedside since he was injured – and had a rough idea on who the other woman was. Clay had mentioned that the IRA was back in town, having heard about Chibs.
Surely his ex-wife isn't that stupid. Fiona against Nessa? I'd put my money on the Unser girl any day.
Neatless to say, she wasn't all that shocked to see the two ladies standing in the stairwell.

"Look, darlin', I already told ye. Filip is mine, always has been, always will be – he gave me his crow."
"Yeah, well, crazy bitch, I told you – I don't care if you have the tattoo of the lord himself on your back. You left, you got divorced, and you married someone else. I will not have you coming back and screwing with Chibs' mind again. He doesn't not need you coming around and fucking with his life."
"He's better off fuckin' me, than fuckin' some whore."

The minute the words left Fiona's mouth, Vanessa lunged at her, hitting Fiona with her infamous right hook. Gemma reached forward, grabbing her before she could do any further damage to the Irish woman.

"I'm telling you right now. You go near Chibs' again, and I'm going to do more than just hit you. I will put you six feet under in a plain pine box – they will not be able to identify your remains."
"Alright, ladies, enough is enough. Fiona, I think my girl has made her point. I don't want to see you around here again. "

Gemma pulled Nessa out of the stairwell, knowing she would have killed Fiona right then and there if she had been allowed to.

"Well, that was interesting."
"I don't like sharing."
"Join the club, baby girl."