Thank you so much to JerseySaint19 and emilief for reviewing.! i'm excited that you both enjoy this fic so far. I had started this chapter last night and I wanted to finish it for you both before I have to go back to my classes tomorrow. (Why they didn't make it a holiday is beyond me)

general disclaimer- i don't own any of the SOA characters or anything from the show yo recognize. I only own my OC.

Her old night terrors came back with a vengeance. She knew she was done for as soon as they started. At first, Chibs believe it would go away but the soft whimpers turn into hard tremors beside him. He didn't want to shake her because of her injuries. She stopped shaking for a moment and mumbled in sheer, unbridled terror and then the shakes resumed.

"Aiden," His whispers turned into a shout, "Aiden!"

A harsh sob stuck in her throat as she shot up out of the bed. Literally. Chibs fell out of the bed and slammed his arms on the hard floor. He barely noticed despite the sharp pain that coursed throughout his body. His eyes fixated on Aiden who stood with both feet flat on the bed her hands, feet and face were drenched in sweat and had paled considerably in color. Chibs stood slowly and instinctively held his hands up. She continued to stare at the door until he sat on the edge of the bed. She dropped to her knees and then brought her feet to the floor and turned to look at him. Her pupils had dilated to the point where they nearly filled her eyes.

Aiden said nothing as she stood and wobbled her way to the bathroom. She closed the door and turned the tap on full blast. Chibs, meanwhile, dug around for the prepaid phone he'd placed on top of the dresser. He flipped it open and started to punch Jax's home phone in when he glanced around. The clubhouse was dead. He closed the phone and groaned at the time. Two thirty six. He had an inkling of what was happening to the girl and returned the phone to its spot.

He groaned lightly and fell back to his side of the bed. Chibs wasn't angry per say, he was more worried about Aiden who had started to throw up a few minutes before. His head turned once the sound from the tap ceased and the door creaked open.

"I'm sorry I woke you up." She had gained a little color back in her face. "And I didn't throw up in your sink."

He chuckled at the last bit and pulled the covers down for her to come back to bed. She tripped once she got to the edge of the bed and apologized a she shifted the covers over them. He was about to protest when she curled into his chest and draped his arm over her. He chuckled and made sure not to disturb her.

"Good night."

The sound of deep laughing and billiard balls clacking roused her out of bed. She coughed as the familiar smell of cigarettes and musk filled her nose. She tensed for several long moments underneath the sheets until her head caught up with her body.

"Fuck." She groaned aloud. She'd woken Chibs… Fillip up with her night terrors. He had calmly taken the situation and brushed it off. The thought of that irked Aiden. She must've looked like someone who had just escaped from the nut house. She snorted as her mind drew her back to the Sons Burlington Charter. She had managed to stay out of their way until Milo had started his prospecting.

Stupid Thatch.

She could still see his hurt expression as the local PD slammed her against the hood of their patrol car. She'd skipped court and that brought a kind of heat down on Thatch that still burned him, even as VP, to this day. Her arrest led to more than half of the charter to be busted on minor drug possession and was their second largest arrest in the charter's brief history. Just below their arrests following the stabbing of a Death Row 35 member in Lyndonville.

Aiden stretched her arms above her head and kicked off the covers. She hissed at the amount of dull pain the simple action caused and continued until she fully stood up. Her stomach protested loudly and was quickly shoved off to the thought of a hot shower.

Inside the claustrophobic shower stall, she grasped the soap and slathered it gently across her body in a half ass attempt to ward off infection. She leaned against the shower wall and remained under the spray for quite some time. Two knocks alerted her before the door opened and someone placed an extra set of clothes on the sink.

"Come out when you're ready, hon." She frowned at the unfamiliar female voice and waited until she lightly closed the door to wash her hair.

Thatch had, hands down, been her first love. He'd remained under their small town's radar until is fifteenth birthday. His family had avoided the town as if it was infected with the Bubonic plague. Not of their own choice, of course. His father had been a ruthless and vile son of a bitch that had managed to invest heavily in the right stocks.

He hadn't grown into his six foot four frame yet and tripped constantly on his bow legs. His shaggy black hair had grown past his shoulders and hid his sunken eyes. The first thing he saw was the Reaper on the cut of the then ailing VP, Bill Thomson, as the rode past him. Thatch lifted his left arm up to flag them down for a ride and Bill, who had tried to extort money from Thatch's dad three years before, stopped and waited for the nearly feral boy to catch up.

Thatch's mother, Go rest her soul, had passed on shortly after having her twins that brought her number of children up to six. Thatch was the oldest and often took care of his siblings so his mother could rest. The big C took her and left a hole in his heart that could never be filled. She was Thatch's only protection from his father and once she died… his father stepped up his abuse.

It was Bill that taught him how to ride, in the barely legal way, and Thatch in turn allowed the Club onto his family's land. He was still trying to make it up to Bill and this, he felt, was one of the best ways to get on the right side of the charter. It was their unofficial second clubhouse until Thatch was patched in.

Aiden wiped away tears that had started to fall and pushed herself away from the wall. She managed to grab the shower knob and turned the water off after she had pulled the curtain aside. She vehemently towel dried her skin around the areas of her bullet wounds and tossed it to the floor. She wiped the mirror clean of the built up fog and brushed her teeth with a finger dabbed with toothpaste.

She glanced down at the pair of black jeans and SAMCRO tank top the woman had left on the counter. The woman definitely wasn't a crow eater. An old lady perhaps? Aiden didn't dwell on it for long and slinked into the clothes the top irritated her. It was scratchy and uncomfortable as if it had been in the dryer without a dryer sheet. She shrugged to herself and found the sweatshirt she had worn earlier was gone from its place on the back of the door. When she had had the presence of mind to hang it there, she couldn't remember.

"Are you alright?" Aiden jumped a bit at the voice on the other end of the door. She'd been spacing about Thatch again.

"Y..yeah." She recognized the voice. "Are you Juice?" She hated the sound of her shy, coarse voice. "Can I ask you for something?"

"Only if you open the door." He teased as Aiden almost begrudgingly pulled it open. She had nothing against Juice, but she was hoping to speak to Fillip before any of the other SAMCRO members. He smiled brightly at her as she picked up her used towel. "What do you need?"

She knew this was more of a question for a Prospect and felt bad for asking, "Can I have another sweatshirt?"

Juice chuckled and rested his hand on her shoulder to direct her out of the bathroom. "Of course," She tossed the towel in a hamper outside of the bedroom. A crow eater quickly came over and cleaned it out. "But Chibs left you one of his jackets." Juice stopped at the end of the hall and snagged a jacket off the back of a chair and handed it to her. "He said you'd be... uncomfortable without it." He, bless his heart, tried not to stare at Aiden's scars that littered her arms as he helped her into the worn jacket.

"Thank you Juice." Aiden whispered and kissed his cheek. She smiled as he blushed and lead her through the main part of the clubhouse and out the front door.

Please tell me if adding Thatch or Bill seemed to be ill timed or if you feel the story is progressing too slowly.

Death Row 35 was a gang my Aunt mention to me aprox. a few years ago when I was visiting. I ca barely remember what they called themselves (it was either 35 or 49) and my cousin couldn't either. Anyway, they were a gang of 13-30 year olds that had formed and had stabbed a few people. We were mentioning small town gang problems in my Law class and they instantly came to mind.

Thank you for reading this chapter!