Assorted SOA One-Shots & Imagines

Freedom (Chibs x OC)

Warnings: Violence & Language

Playlist: Beggars - Krewella x Diskord

I was sitting in the front seat of the car, both hands gripped onto the wheel. My knuckles turned white with the tension I was exuding onto the object under my fingers. My mouth was dry and my eyes were wide. I felt the sweat on my forehead begin to drip. If I wasn't in a constant state of fear, I may have found this funny, only due to the fact that my body was at least ten degrees lower than the healthy mark. I probably had a mild case of hypothermia, if I was being honest. Hypothermia mixed with heat stroke. Was that even possible? My breathing hitched as I felt the metal silencer shove harder into my gut. I swallowed, nearly dry heaving from the stress. I had no idea why or how I'd been caught up in this mess, but here I was, a petite woman from Belfast, strapped into a hatchback vehicle, parked in the blazing sun of some podunk US town named Charming.

~(xXx)~

He flicked his cigarette away from his body, letting it bounce against the asphalt. They all noticed the car. It had been sitting in the same spot for an hour now. They didn't know who or what was in the car so they erred on the side of caution. His eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses as he tried to zero in on who was in the front seat. He licked his teeth, a grimace on his face.

He slapped his VP on the shoulder, "I got this."

They'd already had enough problems with Zobelle and his band of Aryan asshats. As a club they'd decided not to retaliate but if they'd sent someone to spy on them, there was nothing wrong with roughing them up a bit. He strode across the parking lot, stepping right up to the car. When he reached no more than five feet away a memory from his teen years, flashed before his eyes.

~(xXx)~

I sat down, unsure of how to process the news he'd just given me.

"Saoirse." He called out, kneeling in front of me.

Tears welled in my eyes, "How could you?" He jerked backwards from the accusation in my tone, "What happened to all the promises you made me, Filip?"

He shook his head, "I'm doing this for you, for us."

I slapped him across the face, "Don't you dare use our dreams to fuel your lies."

He clenched his teeth, seething in anger. I saw the flash of abrupt change in his eyes. He wasn't my Filip anymore. He'd been corrupted. The war alive within him.

~(xXx)~

"Did he see you?" The man wrapped under the thick blanket, demanded.

I gulped, and nodded. I prayed that the man on the floor of the backseat could see the nod. I hadn't expected being thrown back into my late teen years by seeing the first man I ever loved. Scars stretched across his cheeks and a hardened look of a killer clear in his eyes. I wanted to cry, not for the danger I was in, but for the innocence lost. Neither of us would ever gain it back again. The war ruined a lot of people's lives, ours included.

"Good." The man saw my movement, "Drive away."

I followed the order, swallowing my tears and revving the engine.

~(xXx)~

He froze on the spot unable to react as he heard the tires squeal out of control, the small Hyundai screeching down the street.

"Shite." He swore as he stared at the empty street.

~(xXx)~