Here's chapter two i'm having a bit of a writers block with every story I've published here that isn't complete...

general disclaimer- i don't own anything you recognize. i only own my OC.

"She's stable now." Tara cleared her throat to ease the tension in the room. "She's lucky the bullets went through."

"Jax," Chibs sighed heavily as he ran his right hand through his hair, "She was so covered that I…"

"Had no idea that he was a she?" Jax scoffed and turned to Tara who had started to shake her head.

"Chibs had every right to think so." She gently grasped Jax's hand and pulled him closer to the unconscious girl with slight hesitation, "Look."

A blue rain tarp had been placed on the redwood table to prevent it from being stained with the girl's blood. Her thick brown hair had forcibly been shaved near bald and now, in plain sight, her chest lacked something… a key identifier; breasts. Deep, near freshly healed wounds replaced the soft tissue and continued down her abdomen and flowed to her back along her hip bones. Cigarette burns and smaller scars continued down her legs to the top of her feet on her left foot and underneath on both.

Chibs subconsciously traced his own facial scars as he turned away while Tara tried to retain her composure. Jax pulled her into his arms and replaced the sheet Tara had used to cover the girl. A pregnant silence fell between the three of them until Tara finally found her voice.

"She had to have been in a lot of pain before she..." She wiped away her tears and pushed her bangs from her eyes. "She was shot five times. All of them had just missed being life threatening by centimeters." He gently pushed away from Jax and placed her hand on a thin patch of hair on the girl's head. "Can someone bring some extra clothes in here please?"

"Of course, love." Chibs stood and promptly left to find some. Jax stood at the opposite end of the President's seat and eyed Tara as she cleaned her tools in a metal bucket full of water.

"Jesus Christ."

She woke up to the harsh smell of bleach and blood. Her head spun and almost instantaneously began to throb.

I thought being dead wasn't supposed to be painful.

"Jax," She no longer had to strain to hear the Scotsman's voice. "She's awake."

She didn't bother to open her eyes instead she reached up slowly and attempted to run a hand through her hair.

Right, I've got no hair.

"Hey Darlin," her head moved to the general direction of the voice. "You're safe now." He paused briefly at her nonchalance. "Can you tell me your name?"

"I prefer Aiden." She struggled to talk. Her throat was coarse from swallowing road dirt. She kept her eyes closed.

"Alright Darlin. Aiden it is." Aiden could hear his smile and felt the familiar chill of an ice cold glass against the palm of her hand. "Drink some of this. Doctor's orders."

She tensed as a hand slid underneath her to help her up. "It's alright, love." The Scotsman whispered. "I'm not gonna hurt yah."

Aiden nodded once and a harsh soreness slithered its way through her spine into her legs and arms. Her hand waivered and the Scot lightly laid his hand on hers for support. It was only when she tried to take a sip that she opened her eyes.

The blonde that stood at the end of the table she assumed was Jax. The door to his right was closed and a long haired brunette leaned against it after it closed. She wanted to put the now half full cup down but the Scot refused. "Yah need to drink all of it love."

Aiden very nearly rolled her eyes which the other woman caught and laughed lightly at. Once the glass was finished, he let her hand go and took the cup.

"That's Jax's old lady, Tara." He stated as she came over and took the cup from her. "She's the Doc that saved yah."

"Thanks Doc," Aiden smiled as she wiggled her toes and bent each knee. Every part of her was a bit sore. "I take it you all saw the rest of my scars?"

The other three tensed and Aiden felt the supportive hand leaver her backside. She glanced up and saw the frown on the Scotsman's face.

"Only the three of us." Tara nodded to each member present in the room and then pointed at herself. "Chibs is the one who found you along with another member outside…"

"Juice." Jax's brow furled at this. "I vaguely remember them talking while someone searched me…"

"That would be me." Chibs gently rest a hand on her shoulder. "Sorry about callin you a boy."

"I'm used to it." Aiden's voice remained neutral and it alerted Tara to something else.

"You need a bit more rest." Chibs slipped his arms underneath Aiden's now clothed armpits and hoisted her up off the table to stand on her own two feet. She wobbled at first and then braced herself on his shoulder. "Chibs will help you for now."

"Thanks." Aiden blushed slightly as Chibs wrapped an arm around her waist. She glanced over at the table and noticed the tarp. "I'm sorry I bled everywhere."

Both Aiden and Chibs were silent as he helped her down a hallway to one of the back bedrooms. She grasped the doorknob several times in efforts to open it her grip, however, faltered several times and Chibs eventually opened it instead.

Once they were inside, Chibs made sure she was comfortable on the bed after he closed the door. Aiden glanced around shortly to take in her surroundings. Only a dresser and a small closet contained the few belongings in the room and the bathroom was to her left. The walls were covered in wood and a Sons of Anarchy banner was pinned to the slanted ceiling behind the bed.

"What's your real name?" Aiden asked softly as Chibs sat on the left side of the bed. He met her muddy brown eyes and smiled lightly.

"Fillip." He dropped the rest of the way onto the bed without hitting her. "What's yours really?"

"Legally, it's Aiden." She smiled again which irritated a cut on her mouth. "Rescued by the Original Sons of Anarchy charter?" She chuckled lowly, "I must be lucky."

Chibs rolled onto his side to face her. "What do you know about us?"

Aiden felt around for a blanket and pulled it over her even though someone had dressed her in a Sons sweatshirt and black sweatpants. "I used to know a member of your Vermont charter. I know basics about club life that's about it." Her eyes shut and she pulled the remaining pillow into her arms. "Thank you Fillip."