The Scottish Son

"Cause I'm sick of seeing ghosts, and I know how it's all gonna end.There's no triumph waiting.There's no sunset to ride off in.We all want to be great men and there's nothing romantic about it." Indie Chibs Telford RP Single Ship but multi-verse, OC friendly, crossover and AU friendly Please read Guidelines. Will follow under: sigin-tarag tracking tag: scottishanarchy M!a: None but accepting Kik: scottishanarchy

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Gift from tommy-flanagan. 

This is basically a Keera Chibs vacation.  Just taking the bike out into the desert, letting the batteries on his burner die, being out, alone, uninterrupted for a day or two of their lives.

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Lost Part Two || Chibs & Keera

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Holding back from being this close since he had woken up was hell. There had been an empty spot inside of her, left there because he was the only person that she allowed to do this, to be this close, trying to over ride the instincts that she didn’t even really realize their relationship had instilled in her until they were out of reach. I must have been just a taste of what he was feeling; to have something so so close to being grasped and then slipping through your fingers. Now that spot felt like it was over flowing, even with the simplicity of it. She couldn’t keep the small smile off her face and couldn’t being herself to pull away from it. So she didn’t, staying sitting with her face so close to his as he let the fuzzy almost there memories wash over him.

"Out of all of the things to remember about your life, thats the one that you remember." She snorted lightly, shaking her head back and forth in amusement. The motion stopped, hair falling over her shoulders, as his nose brushed against hers again. This time she restrained herself. If he wanted to have that again, he would have to be the one to do it. He was still chibs, but he wasn’t…well he didn’t remember that he was her old man chibs. ”Kind of do a little bit.” She breathed, eyes closing as she savored the moment. ”I promised I wouldn’t push you and that…well that kind of was.”

clearing her throat she pulled away only enough so that she could open her eyes and look at him again. ”I always wanted to bring you out here, but we never had the time.”

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He was thrilled that she stayed close with him, even after the kiss had finished. It helped more than she could have realized. While he wasn’t forcing anything as was requested, being this close with her and having everything about it wash over him was helping push things along. Hazy still but they were constantly moving more than they had before all of this. Close enough to let his fingers brush across it but never fully grasp it. But they were there and he didn’t feel as much of a stranger as he had before. There was a sense of belonging along with the comfort that always seemed to roll off of Keera. It was more than before so he figured he probably should be frustrated.

"Somehow I feel like ou’ of all those things, tha’ isn’ the wors’ of i’ tha’ could come back firs’ ." He chuckled softly as she spoke and gave her a small shrug. For him, it didn’t matter what he remembered, it was something. And for that he was grateful. "And really, ta be hones’, nice ta remember somethin’ ta do wit’ ya." She had been there every step of the way, never leaving his side. It was only right that the first thing was to do with her. He hoped that it would make her feel better as well. He didn’t want her leaving because she had enough and he didn’t get anything back.

A soft smile stayed on his face. This place was peaceful. “I’s perfec’ fer wha’ ya were lookin’ fer.” He nuzzled against her again. He wanted more.

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The Land of the Lost|| chibs and Keera Zombie AU

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Be alive.

Be real.

Dont be my mind.

She begged these thoughts over and over again. There had been times over the past three months that she had dreamed this and woken up to bitter disappointment. It was murder every time. The first time had been after the first group found her, leaving her half dead. She’d woken up face to face with a rodent pawing at one of the many open wounds on her, thinking as she had thought that she was dead. She didn’t let herself get tricked by the hallucinations after that.

Still she watched as he scrambled down from where she had been sitting, almost afraid to move herself. She wondered if the world would do one last cruel thing as she found a dead thing limping towards her while she watched him get through the protection of the fence. She was so distracted and malnourished at this point that it took her a few moments to throw up her arms, knife in hand as it near tackled her to the ground. A leg came up as it fell on her, giving her just enough space so that the chomping jaws wouldn’t take a bite out of her.

Her mouth opened again to scream angrily but, again there was no sound but a gust of air as her back hit the burning pavement. Her neck craned back while her joints locked so that her arms and legs were holding the creature back, sinking into its decaying skin, to get one last look at the hallucination.

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Chibs couldn’t ever remember moving quite so fast in his entire life. Yet as he tried to move faster, it seemed like nothing wanted to work quite the way that it needed to. Fingers fumbled with locks, doors jammed up a bit. Really, it was the feeling that arose from those sort of nightmares that you wake up in a cold sweat from. Helpless and frustrated. He actually growled at the door as he slammed his body weight against it to get it open. In that moment the metal decided to give away and he nearly fell flat on his face as his momentum carried him forward.

Even with as small as she was now, the thud echoed and crashed in his ears as his eyes landed on her going crashing to the ground with a pair of chomping jaws barely missing her skin. The rifle had been left behind atop the wall and he only had his handgun. From this distance it was too risky to take the shot, he could have hit her. Gathering his feet under him, Chibs rushed forward again, covering the distance between them as quickly as his body could be pushed. He wasn’t even capable of letting out the string of violent curses that moved around his head. This couldn’t be happening. He would wake up any second.

Gun in hand before he knew what was happening, he fired. It missed the mark but caught the creatures attention. He was no more than ten feet away now. With the head turned upward, his shot was allowed to settle between the eyes and into the brain. There was a second where he thought the shot didn’t do enough before the decaying body collapsed just slightly off center. Chibs dropped the gun and was on his knees beside her before he could blink. Shoving the dead weight off of her, he scooped her up without a word and stood up before making his way back towards the wall.

He had to get her in, had to get her taken care of. Her weight in his arms, as light as it may have felt, was a comfort and relief. She was alive.

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The Land of the Lost|| chibs and Keera Zombie AU

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It had been so long since she had been around people, truly around people.  There was one truth that Keera had believed before she came to charming and that was that people would do horrendous things to survive.  She had been proven right in these last few months and her body showed the evidence of it as she walked down the old road that lead to the little town.  It was there, so close, so painfully close.  Several crows sat on top of the old wooden sign that read in faded letters “Welcome to charming.”

 It had been faded before the outbreak had hit but now it sported several bullet holes in it and a healthy dose of stained red.  It wasn’t the first time that the thought had passed through her mind; maybe they hadn’t survived.  Maybe the town had been over run by the dead or by the same living that had put several new scars on her body.  Maybe the military had even taken it.  No matter how good the guys were, they weren’t a match for the mobilized national guard.  Her aching, empty stomach rose into her dehydrated throat but she kept stumbling forward.  If she was going to pass out, again, she would do it at her destination, whatever lay there.  The thought made her pick up her pace.  She’d never been one to run straight into death but if that was what was at the end of her journey…so be it.  At least it would be an end.  No more hoping, no more unanswered questions.  Was her old man alive?  Were her friends?  Had Thomas and Abel made it through this?  

She had to slow as she came closer, vision going blurry with the lack of water or food.  Her hands found and abandon truck hood to brace against, barely registering that the vehicle had been stripped.  She took a moment to breathe in the hot sun.  She’d always said that she was part dead.  Now she looked like it too, skin burnt and blistering in some places from the elements, streaked with dirt and grime, dark hair plastered against her scalp with sweat.  

Regaining some of her baring, she looked up seeing the walls that had been built up, wondering just how she was going to get over them to finish this last painful leg of her last ‘adventure’.  She’d killed herself and she knew it.  If this didn’t pan out she didn’t have the resources to make another trek through the Mojave desert.  She’d become a meal for the vultures or for the dead before she could come up with the next stop.  The bright sun, the same one that had been shinning when she had left months ago, was hidden behind a farmilliar silhouette, one that her mind told her wasn’t real.  All the same she opened chapped lips to call out to it, let it know that she was alive, but no sound came out of it.  Too long with people, too long telling her that any noise could bring unfriendly people right down on her.  Instead big eyes just looked up at it, sunken into her dirty face.  

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Hands absentmindedly ran over the rifle that sat in his lap, eyes unfocused behind the shades that sat on his face. The smooth wood of the butt of the gun was a contrast to all the rough textures that had become the norm in this nightmarish world. A lot of his time was now spent isolating himself away from family, fighting and distracting himself in protecting those that still had something to keep themselves around for. He should have felt that way about the club, should have been able to resettle himself like he had after losing Fiona. But there was a breaking point that a man wasn't quite able to come back from and he had reached his when Keera had been declared gone, dead. Some emotional availability was still there, hell Abel and Thomas had lost a lot and he wouldn't begrudge them an uncle. Not in a scary new world.

While he hadn't been in the mood for a fight, maybe a quick target session would have been good for the man. Just picking off the reanimated bodies as they approached one at a time. That wasn't set to happen though and as much as it could have been a disappointment, it was ultimately a good thing. There had been too many days in a row where they had seen action and the break was what the town as a whole needed. The end of the cigarette brought about another replacement, the chain smoking having started in the past couple of weeks. While they were quickly becoming a precious commodity, that didn't stop him running through as if they were water.

Movement caught his eye, gun raising and checking through the scope. It was automatic at this point, to prepare to shoot. The sound of the chain link being hit brought him right to the body that was approaching. At first, his brain refused to comprehend what his eyes were seeing. It had to be the heat, he had to be a bit delirious. While the body wasn't quite recognizable, her eyes and face were. No matter what happened. It was the same one that had been haunting his dreams since all those months ago. His stomach flipped as he lowered the gun, unable to get to his feet just yet. The scope came up to his eye once more to take another look.

Keera. She was alive, she was here. And she didn't look like any of the dead had gotten to her. Scrambling up, he was practically falling off over his feet to get off the wall and down to where he could push through it. Fuck rules and fuck security protocol. He was getting out there and getting to the woman. If he ended up dead because of it? Well, it didn't matter all that much. People looked at him like he was crazed as he mumbled to himself and ran towards the door that they had guarded. Ignoring cries and protests, he flung open the triple layered protextion and stepped out beyond the wall. He had to get to her, had to see if it really was her.

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I’m sorry but I had to reblog this. This book is basically the book I needed as a kid instead of realizing all of those things the hard way~

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My future children will have this

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Hey my brother has this

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dementedbeautyqueens & scottishanarchy the girls baby shower gift for liam x)

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♞-Scottishanarchy (which party is which is up to you)

"This suuuuuuucks!" she whined, kicking at the blankets she had been placed under. Being sick wasn’t something Regan had to deal with very often, thankfully, but this time it seemed to be knocking her firmly on her ass. Chibs had come over to try and make her eat something, but she had no appetite nor was she in the mood to deal with people. 

At least her bed was warm, comfortable, and she was willing to lay in it for as long as she needed to. “Uncle, do ah ‘afta eat?” she asked softly, coughing and doing her best not to sneeze a hundred times. 

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He chuckled softly as he carried in the soup that had been made. Seemed that they reacted the same way when sick. Blood or not, they were cut from the same cloth. Keera would likely be over later to check in on her as well. Knowing full well that she wouldn't want to eat, he still kept the bowl of soup in his hands as he sat down on the corner of her head. Memories from when she was a little girl came running to the forefront. Times when she was just as whiney as she was right now. "Ya sound like yer four darlin'." He would likely get hit for the comment but it had been worth the tease. "Come on Regan, ya need ta ea' somethin'. Go' some home made soup fer ya. Easy on the stomach and good fer ya wit' ya no' eatin' or drinkin' or holdin' any of i' down."

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There were so many things that could come from this, so many good things for the pair. “Ah don’t blame ya for no’ tellin many, makes sense,” she nodded before hugging her Uncle tightly. A new baby was overwhelming to anyone let alone Keera and Chibs. The pair were great for one another but she knew they were going to be going through some seriously hard times with this. Shaking her head as she sat down once more, Re leaned on her knees while watching him. “As long as ya ‘appy and excited abou’ it. And if eithah o’ ya need something, anythin, jus’ lemme know.”

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His arms wrapped around her as he returned the hug, glad that she took the news well and was happy for them. "Aye, wan'ed ta make sure everythin' was goin' alrigh'. Still no' all tha' keen on sayin' anythin' righ' away."  He moved to sit down as she backed up and did the same. Running a hand through his hair, he smiled as he leaned back. "Of course we are. No other way ta view i'. I appreciate i' Re. Means a lo' ta know tha' yer happy abou' i'." Shrugging a bit, he thought about what had just been spoken aloud. "Kinda odd, we haven' given i' much though' besides i's happenin', keepin' i' quie', and making sure each other is still okay wit' i'. Been through i' once before bu' this is much differen'. Lookin' forward ta i'. Keera is nervous, a bi' more than me bu' I think she is gettin' use ta i' slowly."

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"I--I'm sorry I let you down..." -Scottishanarchy

Keera sighed, her back to him.  She had to take a moment to compose herself, looking up at the ceiling.  She didn’t want to hear about it.  She’d gotten more of an explanation out of the guys then most would, more then she was privy to as an old lady about the drug running.  It didn’t seem to calm the anger and the nerves in her gut.  Not even know that he was out of jail and she could see him in something besides orange.

He knew what those things had done to her, the life that they had stolen just by being present in her life even if she wasn’t the one that was using them.  And now her Old man was running blow?  How was she meant to rationalize that in her head?  

"I knew what I was getting into."  She said in a dead pan voice, even if it wasn’t completely true.  She turned around to him sharply.  "Were you ever going to tell me?  Or just come home after cutting and bagging it and pretending that it didn’t happen?"

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"There is no in and out this with kind of thing chibs!  Thats why they call it an addiction.”  She hardly ever snapped at him but there it was, unable to be stopped.  She took a deep breath and shook her head to center herself and try to be rational about this.  It was difficult though memories replaying with vivid intensity.  She didn’t know if those hurt more or the fact that he had hidden it.  ”But you do have something to do with it and now I’m…”  She was pregnant.  With the kid of a man who was mulling.  ”I’m not going to raise this kid around drugs chibs.  I’ll do a lot of things but I wont let him be around that.  I wont let him grow up in the same hell that I did.”  She shook her head, not able to look at him for a long moment.  ”Will it be over by the time that happens?”  

She brought her hands over her face groaning into her hands as he told her who they were working for.  ”Holy shit darlin…holy shit. They should be scared."  She pulled them away and looked at him again.  "I know how the votes work chibs.  I know how the club works…but right now you’ll have to excuse me not giving a damn.”  

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There weren't many times that he could remember his chest feeling as tight or quite as terrified as he suddenly was when she made that statement. He hadn't quite understood the struggle that Jax had between club and family before then but he did now. Vigorously, he shook his head. "Ain' gonna be like tha'. Shite stays ou' of Charmin', i' isn' allowed ta run through. Never has been before and never will be." There may have been a little more force between the words than necessary but he needed her to understand that. Nothing was happening in Charming, the town was kept clean. None of them wanted to see anything but. Too much work and too much care had gone into it. They liked the town the way it was. Drugs had never been in the wheelhouse before and in a way it was painful to deal with now.

That had been the reaction he had been expecting. Unfortunately. It wasn't any information he had been wanting to share but it showed the depth and disparity of the situation. There wasn't anything he could do. She could not care all she wanted but he was stuck with it until things were done. Which put him at a loss as to how to handle this. "'M sorry love. There ain' anythin' I can do."

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[text: Uncle Chips] Okay so maybe it was me that broke your headlight....

[Text: Tiny Trouble] Are you serious? Could have told me earlier Thomas.

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[text: uncle chips] Well, I saw how mad you were…you threatened to repeatedly stab whoever did it.

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[Text: Tiny Trouble] It left me without a bike, of course I was pissed.

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Lost Part Two || Chibs & Keera

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It was dramatically unfair of her to do this to him and she knew it.  but how many times had she told people that she was a bad person?  A selfish person?  He was the one person that she really wasn’t for.  She’d do anything for the man sitting in front of her.  She had even told him that she wouldn’t do this, and that their relationship was the last thing he needed to worry about on a long list of things that he didn’t remember but needed to.Still, being that close it was almost a base instinct at this point to kiss him.  She briefly wondered how she had restrained herself for so long when they were ‘friends’ before he had told her he wanted her.  It would have been a funny thought if she wasn’t so focused on not deepening the kiss, nearly pulling away when she felt how tense he got in surprise.

 He cleared that up almost right away though, pressing against her lips.  Her hands squeezed his forearms, a small smile tugging at her lips against his.  How could she have not missed this?  But there was more then that.  Even if he never remembered her, she at least knew that they hadn’t back tracked and would never ever have those same feelings again.  There was an almost morbid fear that some ass hole of a god had brought her here just so that they got a taste of it before it was all yanked out.  

Seeing as he was still not at 100 physical percent she managed to retrain herself from wrapping her arms totally around him or pulling him down into the sand with her, though she wasn’t about to fight the few minutes of lips, deeps heavy breathing and touching. After a few moments of enjoying the taste of him and the way his beard tickled and reddened her chin, she disconnected their lips, barely. “Sorry, thought it might have been a sleeping beauty thing.”  She chuckled, keeping close and opening her eyes to give him a joking but reassuring smile.

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There was a strong desire to pull her close, have her against him. She didn't make the move though and he kept himself from doing so. Nothing could be pushed if he didn't want the moment ruined. Best to let it go as it was going to go. Not that all that much thinking about anything was happening at the moment. The Scot was lost in the action, how familiar and comforting it was, how she was responding in kind to him. The thoughts and clips of things that happened in the past ran through his head but they were all blurry and nothing that he could manage to hold onto. It was stronger than it ever had been though.

A matching smile was tugging at his lips, mirroring her own as she pulled back. His hands didn't leave her face still, more than content with their resting place. He had said it before and thought it a million times more but this woman was his anchor. Her presence alone kept him sane and working through the mess that was sitting on his shoulders. He wouldn't have managed this long, gotten this far without her. Whether she believed that or not it was the truth. And it was one that he wasn't willing to give up. Memories or not. But with the hint of one returning stronger and stronger, there was a possibility that he would have things back soon and be in a better spot for her sake.

"Somehow I don' see tha' fittin' quite righ' wit' our life." He made sure that he used the word our, he was set with that idea more than just about any other. He chuckled softly, more than amused with the joke. She was trying to ease things even when there was no need for it. He brushed his nose along hers with the smile still plastered on his face. "No need ta try and justify i' love."

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Lazy Mornings || chibs & keera

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A low growl came from her along with the words “Yeah lets try not to keep going through the system anyway okay?  They could still kick you out or get you locked up and as much as I love the idea of a vacation I dont really see you being content sipping rum and cokes on a beach in cuba.”  She snorted at the mental image that that brought up.  

Small grunts trying to hide the laughs came from her as she tried to move away from his fingers though really it was no use.  By this time his fingers knew exactly where to go to make her laugh or anything else.  Somehow that made it all the more frustrating though, provoking her into trying to hold it in by holding her breath until the colour of her skin started to change to a slight pink.  When he stopped and spoke the rush of air that she had been holding burst out.  ”I dont know….still here in bed teasing you so thats sort of a win o my end.”  She teased against his lips as he kissed her.  Both of her eyebrows rose up.  ”Oh so you’re still going to want me and not make fun of me with the others when I’m waddling?”  She snorted.  In all truth she knew it would probably be both.  

She looked down, making out the words through the fabric and feathers.  A scowl came over her face, childish and devilish as his stubbornness was before she got a firm grip on the pillow and whacked him on the face with it for the comment.  ”That was meant to be a tease you jerk!”  She tried not to let the laugh she wanted to give creep into the words.

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He couldn't help the snort that came out of him at the thought of being on a beach in Cuba. That would be a situation he wouldn't be in by choice let alone because he had to be due to some sort of mistake or issue with the legal system. "Ain' much of a beach person ta begin wit' if ya haven' noticed. Can' say tha' would be my ideal situation no." He did his best to ensure that they didn't get caught or in too much trouble with the law. The whole being locked up thing was getting a little old as was he. Of course with all the shit that the club had been involved in, it had been almost impossible not to be for awhile. Now with a change of pace, or at least an attempt at a change of pace, it was less likely to happen. Unfortunately it was just a part of their lives. With the baby on the way though, he did his best to make sure that he was being smart about things.

Chibs chuckled as she tried to withhold the laughter from the way his fingers were moving over her. There was a valid point made, he was still in bed with her when he could have gotten up and gone to work. Then again, his mind had made up its choice on its own and there hadn't been much thought given to anything else. "I promise I won' be teasin' ya. Yer gonna look gorgeous no matter wha' love." While it was meant, no doubt with the rest of the boys teasing, there would be a thing or two said. Nothing out of malice of course, all meant to get a laugh. And with Keera, she would be joining right in surely.

He groaned as he was whacked with the pillow, body flinching a bit. He pulled her down on top of him, grinding his hips up into hers without much thought given to the action. "And ye' I managed ta ge' outta wearin' the sui' so i' worked ou' fine fer me." The smile was still on his face, arms wrapped firmly around her waist.

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Undressing Chibs is a Bad idea...

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She nodded slowly so that she wouldn’t make the sick feeling that he was surely experiencing worse.  ”Yeah…of course darlin.”  She told him, running er fingers through his hair, feeling the cold sweat that was beaded in the strands matting it slightly.  ”I just want to pull over the trash bin in case you lose your stomach.”  She wouldn’t pull away from his tightened arms until he loosened them, not wanting to jolt him around.  While she’d stay with him as long as he needed, there was no doubt in her mind that when he was alright again she would be stomping those whores.  From what she understood there were lines that weren’t crossed and when they were it was part of her duty, her right even, to assert her territory.

"No more drinking that much at the club alright?”  She said in a quiet but firm tone.  It was bad enough that she worried worse then she ever had when he was one runs about death and mortal wounds.  She really didn’t want to add some chick showing up saying that she’d jumped on him for a ride and was now knocked up.  She wouldn’t put it past some of them.  ”cant be there to protect you all the time and dont want some skank showing up with a little chibs running around.”  Hypocritical words?  Maybe a little.  But she was his old lady so it was different.  All the same she tried to keep the tone lightly and joking for now.

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"Aye, alrigh'." That was probably for the best really in case he did actually need it. Embarrassingly so. He couldn't remember the last time he ended up sick because of liquor. His arms loosened their grip around her waist to allow her to move. His eyes remained closed so that the movement didn't cause any issue with his stomach. Working on keeping his breathing as steady and slow as possible so that the strength of the queasiness would remain where it was at. Yet again, he was given another reason to be thankful for Keera being around. He would be in more trouble than usual without her around. Once she was back in place, he firmed up his grip on her once more. With her close by, he could focus on making sure that he could keep a hold of himself the way that he needed to.

"Fine, 'm alrigh' wit' tha'." He would be watching his drink more carefully that was for certain. This wasn't just an alcohol induced stupor. There had been plenty of them experienced to know when something felt different. Not to mention, he would be willing to appease her in whatever way possible if he had been caught in a compromising position. Which from the way things had played out that was more than the case. He grunted out a response. There were probably some of those running around that he was unaware of though nothing ever had come back on him. Not that it was anything that he was willing to risk. She was his focus when it came to anything like that.

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The Land of the Lost|| chibs and Keera Zombie AU

The Land of Milk and Honey; the Promise Land; the Wild West.  There was something about heading out west that had always pulled at the Imagination.  It was romantic but not in a romantic way.  In a way that made a man think that his freedom was out there.  

The drifter hadn’t been immune to that pull ten years ago when she had originally made her way out there and she certainly was still sucpitiable to it.  She’d often thought that that was maybe why the Sons of Anarchy Motor cycle club had been set up out there to start with.  Now that the world had ended?  It still was honestly, but it was more the Land of the Lost, reverting back to the Wild cowboy like settlements that it had been before.  Gunslingers, renegades, murderers and copses.  Keera Anne Marie was all of them.  

Maybe it was because she hadn’t been in her now home of charming when the havocck had hit.  From what she heard it hit hard and fast.  One moment she was sitting in Vegas, the next minute she was being…herded, like cattle.  Thats what they were doing in the major cities.  Most people went along with it.  They trusted the government to protect them.  And why should they not?  Military men in uniforms with those robins egg blue, industrial doctors masks over their faces…they must know what they were doing right?  There in lay the problem.  

They had a mission and Keera…well she didn’t trust that that mission was in her best interest.  Anarchism wasn’t just a word on her old mans kutte after all.  And when was being put into a “camp”  ever a good thing anyway?  Her brain added ‘internment’ to the word camp right away.  So she’d done the only logical thing for an untrusting, anti authority, renegade could do.  While the swat dressed soldiers were scanning ID’s, she’d run for it…run straight out of Vegas.  She’s even  rammed a road block to get out of Vegas, riding down parallel to Red canyon National Park and disappearing into it with a few new bullet holes and a blown out back window adorning Liberty.  

That had been two months ago now.  Her first thought of course was the last time that she had left charming.  Everytime she did chibs got this…look.  A look like maybe that was the last time he was going to see her.  Out of all of the situations that that had been true in, she did not think that the dead rising would be the thing that would make it true.  The first time that she saw one, she had laughed because that thought passed through her head.  It was near hysterical honestly.  

But then…it wasn’t.  Because it wasn’t the dead that were in between her and the Scotsmen, the town and the guns that she knew were stashed there; it was the living.  One of those living…four of those living actually had put a dent in her returning trip back to them by stealing her car and most of her survival gear that had always been stored in the trunk.  Getting from Nevada to California was much harder and much more dangerous when one couldn’t hitchhike, there were no trains running to jump and a bunch of foul smelling, rotting, walking dead things stood in the stretches of burning hot desert.

This wasn’t the way to Land of Milk and Honey anymore.  It was the Land of the Lost.

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It had been something out of a horror movie. Not one of the cheesy 1970's flicks that the boys constantly made fun of. No, this had been the real deal, full on panic for most. When life was turned on its head like that, it wasn't the easiest thing to wrap a brain around. After all this was the stuff of fantasy, fiction not reality. And yet when the corpses started to appear, there was no denying the fact that fantasy had become reality. And no matter what kind of calm and controlled exterior that the club was capable of upholding, the immediate and extreme change in life had a lot of them shaken to the core. It hadn't taken more than a day for them to gather all the family that they could and lock down the clubhouse and garage. Which of course had been just the start. The government had been more concerned with the big cities, Los Angeles, San Fransisco, San Jose even. Charming fell by the way side.

The fact worked fine for those within the small town when the club stepped up. With the weapons cache that they had and the experience that say in their back pockets, the mantel of protectors fell upon them. The town was cleared of any infected as difficult as that was. Families protested and argued but in the end it was necessary to ensure everyone else's survival. Walls and protection quickly went up around the main section of the city and providing the proper start to the needed protection. All of it took weeks to come to head and happen, the men biding their time and making sure their own remained safe.

Chibs had spent the majority of the time doing what he could to put himself on the frontline. Keera had gone weeks, months ago. Not a single word nor any sign that she was alive had been received. Knowing how capable she was of handling herself did not stop the worry and guilt that ate at him mind, played on near every ounce of sanity that he had. It seemed almost cosmically unfair that he had lost yet again after having gotten his second chance. Torn away by ultimately what brought them together and bonded them. All of his brothers had known to keep their distance after the first few weeks of trying to comfort the Scot. Instead, they let him go as he would and did their best to make sure he always returned in one piece. Everyone had already lost too much and no one had it in them to kill a brother should something happen.

Chibs sat atop the wall surrounding the city, cigarette resting between his lips. The quiet that surrounded was near overwhelming, setting him on edge. Then again, silence was a good thing. It meant that for now there would be no attack. No stumbling, decaying flesh bags heading in their direction. He wasn't in the mood for a fight either, not with the depressing thoughts that had overtaken his mind. Away from his brothers, away from the family that been surrounding for months, he was able to let himself wallow a bit. Watching Jax and Tara today had reminded him of what he had lost.