I know it's been a long while. I was stuck with writer's block and I couldn't find any inspiration to update. But as it's been snowing for the past couple days and I've been stuck inside, I've found the breakthrough in an episode of Sons of Anarchy. So we'll see how it ties in with everything and see what happens.
To the SOA fans, : I am not doing this on a timeline. I know Jax never went to jail in season 1 or 2. I'm filling in with some episodes here and there. It follows no specific timeline.
To the Boondock Saints fans,: I know this chapter is lacking in BDS. But this was more of a focus on Brina and where she is at right now. Trying to settle down until arrangements can be made to get her back to Ireland. Which will be eventually.
I DO NOT OWN anything from the Sons of Anarchy or Boondock Saints. This is my imagination and I make no gain from writing this except entertainment purposes.
And I am excited to say that I bought a motorcycle. :-D So there's that.
Here's more story.
They awoke later in the afternoon. Brina had decided to get a shower before they headed out. She couldn't help but hear Willie Nelson in her mind, 'On the road again. Just can't wait to get on the road again,' After her shower, they hopped on the bikes and drove for hours until they had reached their stop. They had people all over the US. Ohio, Illinois, Wyoming, Nevada, and that was naming a few. They had finally reached the border for California. Chibs had pretty much left Brina alone. He hadn't made an attempt to get to know her, to care or delve deep in to her story. Her life. As far as he was concerned, he was just bringing a package back to hop a plane to Ireland. They rode down a small main street, shops alive and well on every corner, passing the staring people on the sidewalks. She was just about to start drifting off to sleep when she felt the bike make a turn. As she opened her eyes, she saw a sign that read, Teller Morrow. That's when the engine shut off, and the bikes came to a leaning stand still. She swung her leg off the bike, for her ass' sake, what she hoped to be the last time, and followed the guys in to a different section of the area.
There was a doorway leading in to what looked like a bar. Some couches, a pool table, and a set of double doors that was open. Chibs approached her as she took in the room. "I know you've gotta be tired. You can crash in my room, if you want." Her arms ached from holding on to Chibs, her ass was sore as hell, and she was pretty sure her last shower in Nevada had worn off with the hours of riding in the hot sun. She couldn't lie to herself, and not to him. "That'd be nice." He gently wrapped an arm around her back and led her down a hallway where a motorcycle sat in a wooden enclosure. A few doors down, he grasped the handle and opened it. "Wait here just a minute." She remembered seeing a small kitchen and wondered if there was a bottle of water in the fridge. She tired of waiting on Chibs and ventured back down the hallway, making a right. She cautiously opened the door and saw a bottle of water sitting on a shelf, all alone. Grabbing it, she closed it and took a few drinks.
Hearing a loud voice declare that, "Bobby's coming back tonight!", she looked out into the main room and saw Clay was talking to a woman, not much older, but still had a few years on her. She had long dark hair, fairly thin for her age, and was sending a death glare right at her. Brina gulped, feeling immediately intimidated by the lady. Clay turned and motioned to Brina to come over. She was on their turf, and not about to say no. She walked up and bit her lip, nervously. "Gemma, this is Brina. She had a run in with some Russian friends of ours, and we're gonna try to help her out." Gemma stood firm, giving Brina a once over, looking her up and down. Before either woman could speak, Chibs reappeared. "Sorry, Mother. Was just doing a little cleaning in my room and she disappeared." She felt Chibs' hand on her arm. "It's alright, Chibs. I wasn't going to bite her." He gave a small smirk before they headed back to his room.
He opened the door and allowed her in this time. She sat down on the bed, watched him throw a few more clothes out of sight and clear out some of the beer bottles before she spoke. "Can I trust you?" He suddenly looked over at her before setting down the pile of clothes on the floor. He walked over and sat down on the bed, removing his sunglasses. "You can. If you want to. That choice is up to you, love." They were quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "Who's Bobby? I heard someone shouting because Bobby was coming back." He chuckled and laid back, resting on his elbow. "Well, Bobby is a member of the club. And he has been on a most unpleasant trip with the lovely federal government. They're releasing him tonight. There's supposed to be a huge party to welcome him back." He sat back up and gently took her chin, turning her head to face him. "And you are more than welcome to join. I know you'd rather be anywhere but here. But since you're here, might as well make the best of it. Hmm?" she gave a small nod. He stood up and started to walk to the door, but she busted in once again. "Hey Chibs?" He turned around and looked at her. "Who is Gemma? I know you called her Mother, is she really?" He laughed and gained his composure. "Thank the good Lord, no. She is Jax's mother. She watches over all of us, like a mother would. Just don't piss her off." She nodded her head before leaning down to unlace her boots. "Get some rest. You're gonna need it." She gave a small smile to him as he walked out and shut the door behind him. Sighing, she laid back on the pillows and her eyes suddenly felt too heavy to hold open any longer.
They drooped closed as she fell in to a silent and restful sleep. Before she knew it, there was a knock at the door and instantly her eyes popped back open, seeing Gemma entering the room. "Rise and shine. There's a party and you're invited." She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "I'm Gemma. We really didn't get a chance to meet one another. Chibs was so goddamned scared I was going to do something to you that he whisked you away. I'm the eyes and ears of the MC. If something is going on, I know about it. And I'm very defensive of my boys. And for now, you're posing as Chibs' old lady." She held clothes under her arm and a small bag in her other hand. "I brought you some clean clothes and some make-up. Just go easy on the cosmetics. Don't want to get it on anyone's cut or have everyone thinking you're a sweetbutt."
Brina's head was spinning. MC, Old Lady, cut, sweetbutt? She had no clue what language this lady was speaking and none of the words were clicking. She stretched and stood up. Gemma put her hands on Brina's waist, then shoulders. "Yeah, these should fit you just fine." Gemma laid out the outfits, shoes to match and watched as Brina looked them over. She settled for a peach longsleeved t-shirt with lace sleeves, a pair of ripped blue jeans, and some black flats. "Good choice. I'll leave you to get ready." And with that, the tornado of Gemma had whirled right out of the room. She took a deep breath and stood up, heading to the bathroom to get in the shower. She let the warm water cascade over her as she cleaned her body and warded off the thoughts that were running through her mind; mainly about Murphy. She relished in the fact that they would soon be together again and collected herself as she shut off the water and got out. She dressed and dried her hair, opting to pull it back in to a ponytail instead of actually try to style it. She grabbed Gemma's bag of makeup and headed to the mirror over Chibs' dresser. She pulled out some foundation and smeared it on. Almost the right color. Just a shade darker to look like she had a nice tan on her face, but not enough to make it disgustingly obvious.
She swiped on some blush and eyeshadow, then eyeliner and mascara. She was just slipping in to her shoes when the door opened again and Chibs came in. She paid no attention as he took off his motorcycle vest then his shirt. "You're ready?" She nodded her head. He opened a dresser drawer and pulled out a clean shirt, tossing it over his head. "So am I. We'll go outside and get the party started, Bobby should be back a little after that." She sat quietly, not knowing what to say. "Chibs, I know I've been overbearing with the questions, but Gemma went through everything so fast and there were some words I didn't understand. I'm just really really confused." His eyes narrowed slightly as he walked over and sat down beside her. "What's confusing you?" She took a moment to try to remember everything Gemma had said. "Um, MC, old lady, the cut, and a...sweetbutt? She was talking ninety miles an hour and those were the words I didn't get." Chibs ad to take a minute to remember she wasn't a part of the life. "Well, the MC is the motorcycle club. An old lady is like Gemma and Clay. She is Clay's old lady. The cut is actually a cut. It's just a quicker way of saying our vests. And you most certainly are not a sweetbutt. You don't even need to worry about that."
"Chibs...what is a sweetbutt?" He looked her in the eyes and sighed. "A sweetbutt is a girl who takes care of the guys in the club." She was taken aback. "So basically a club whore?" He nodded, hanging his head in shame. It was true, he had taken part of his own share of the sweetbutts, but he didn't think of it the way she was. To the guys, it was just how it was. He felt embarrassed about his share of the girls. "But like I said, no one sees you that way. You're someone we are trying to help. We don't want to take advantage of you like that." She nodded her head, understanding it was just that way. Some things you couldn't change. And some things weren't yours to change. Chibs stood up and offered his arm to her, which she took, and he led them out in to the parking lot. Much to her surprise it was dark out. There were a few big grills going, meat sizzling over the charcoal. People all around drinking beer. Everyone laughing and having a good time. All the men wore the cuts of the Sons of Anarchy. She saw Chibs head off in a different direction, so she found Gemma. "I just wanted to say thank you for the clothes. And for being nice to me." Gemma wore a small look of disbelief, but smiled through it. "You're welcome." A few minutes later, a big, fancy car rolled up and several men emerged.
There was a discussion between Clay and a man who had come from the car. Brina stood beside Gemma and heard the man say, "We feel it would be best for all concerned if you stopped dealing arms to the One Niners and the Mayans." The guys chuckled and a few more words exchanged. Brina tensed up when she saw guns being drawn. "You going to shoot me, Mr. Trager? With all these witnesses?" Everything was tense. And it was getting worse by the second. "Nobody threatens Samcro." Clay wasn't playing with this guy. Brina didn't hear the rest of the conversation, but saw the men get back in their car and watched as they were pushed out of the gate and back into the street. Gemma came over to her and put her arm around Brina's shoulder. "Do you want to come meet my son's little boy?" This was a new level. She had dealt with scum, assholes, jerks, even murderers, but kids were not her area of expertise. "Let me rephrase, you're coming with me. You're an unopened book. And I want to read more." She wasn't about to argue with Gemma. She followed the woman to her car and they left for the evening.
They walked in to the little ranch style house and a latino woman named Neeta welcomed them. Gemma told her to go home for the evening. "We'll take over Abel from here. No big deal." Neeta smiled and wished them both a good night before leaving the house. They sat in the living room, listening for the cries of the infant, an talking to each other. "So, you were involved with two men, who you can't say who they are, and you have a Russian target on you, but you can't say why. You're one unsolved mystery." She chuckled and stood up. "I'm going to use the bathroom. Listen for him." She walked down the hallway and closed the door. Brina looked around the room, seeing new carpeting on the floor. She was looking at the decorations on the wall when she heard a whimper. She stood still and listened for a moment more when a loud wail pierced through the quiet of the house. Brina followed the cries to a room. It was a pale blue with the name Abel spelled in painted wooden letters over the bed. She walked to the edge of the crib and looked down on the crying baby. After a brief moment of hoping and praying that Gemma would show up, Brina gently picked up the infant and cradled him.
"It's okay, little guy. You're alright." He cried more. It was nervewracking and Brina was pretty sure this would be the reason she would never have children. "Come on, it's not that bad. You're okay." She gently bounced him up and down in her arms, and soon found she had soothed the baby. She fought a grin as Gemma came out from the bathroom. "Is he okay?" A nod was all it took for Gemma to get the baby from Brina. The rocking chair cradled Gemma as she cradled Abel. Brina sat on a small couch beside the grandmother. Silence was their companion for a few more minutes before Gemma spoke again. "So, what is going on between you and Chibs?" The question took her off guard. "Nothing. I've just been riding with him from Boston, and we've made a friend out of each other. That's it." Gemma looked at her skeptically. "That's it?" Brina nodded her head yes. Gema pursed her lips as she continued rocking the infant. Her gaze was drawn to a woman in the doorway. "Hey. What are you doing here?" The younger woman walked in and set a bag on the couch beside Brina. "I told Jax I'd come by."
"You didn't need to do that." Gemma gently pulled the bottle away from the baby. "I wanted to." Gemma stood up and carried the baby to the bed, laying him inside the safety of the crib. "Who's this?" Gemma tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "That is Brina. She's heading for Ireland. Brina this is Tara." Brina smiled and raised her hand in a small 'hello' gesture. Brina stood and excused herself to the other room, grabbing a glass of water. Her cell phone rang, and as she dug it from her pocket, Gemma found her. "You ready?" They left the house in Gemma's car. Silence once more as they approached a stop sign, only five minutes away from the club. Gemma's phone rang, "Hello?" A short quick reply from the caller. "Yeah, Chibs she's fine. She's with me." Another brief pause. "Okay, bye." She flipped the phone shut and stuck it in the dash board. "He's worried about you. Show he cares." Brina could feel her cheeks heating up, but there was no mention of it, because of a woman running to the driver's side of the car. "Help me, please!" Gemma reached between Brina's legs and dug through her purse, pulling out a pistol. "God, help me, please! My baby swallowed something, he's choking, please help me!"
Both women got out of the car, hurrying back to the minivan behind them. "What did he swallow?" The door opened and Gemma leaned in. "I don't know, a bottle cap or something." Gemma crawled in and lifted the blanket on the baby seat, to reveal a baby doll. Brina saw the blonde woman hit Gemma with something, then turned her attention to Brina. "Let's go. In with the old lady." Brina was scared, and shocked to say the least. The blonde woman pulled a gun and aimed it at Brina. "I said in. Now." Not questioning it any further, she climbed into the van, then her vision faded to black as the woman hit Brina, just as she had Gemma.
Okay. That's enough for now. I know it's a little short, so I'm going to try to work on posting another chapter either today, later, or tomorrow. So I hope you liked the update, hope you read and reply and tell me what I can do to make it better for you. R&R!