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Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.
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The pounding in her head was what woke her the following morning. Shielding her eyes from the glaring light that was filtering in through the window to left of her bed, she sat up and squinted as she took in her surroundings. The only clothing she had left on were her bra and panties, the blankets kicked messily to the floor; but the empty room was an indicator she had slept alone last night. Which was a good thing…for once.
The last thing she needed was her brother up her ass for acting like a fucking Crow Eater, and given how much she had drank the previous night things were a tad on the fuzzy side. Doing her best to suppress the agonized groan as she pressed the heel of her palms against her eyes, trying to relieve some of the presser building in her skull as she attempted to recount her steps from the night before.
Heaving herself off the bed, she looked around the room for any sign of her clothes. The search leaving her empty handed. It seemed her pants and her tank top were as good as gone, but her boots were somehow placed neatly beside the bed.
“Fantastic…” She muttered under her breath. The last thing she needed was to walk out in her current state…not only would the guys have a field day, but her brother would likely skin her alive. But thankfully, a little more searching turned up an old Def Leppard tee that she quickly tugged over her head; scents of leather, Marlboro, and a faint hint of cedar washing over her. The combination was pleasant, soothing even, as she inhaled deeply. All thoughts of her hangover disappearing for a brief moment before she caught herself, letting the fabric fall away from her nose, her headache suddenly ragging again as she reached for the door.
It was still quiet when she stepped out of the room. Navigating the hall and the bodies and other random things that littered the floor the Clubhouse floor. Trying her best to be as quiet as possible as she crept towards the kitchen. Praising whatever God was listening that there was already a full pot of coffee waiting when she entered.
“See ye found yer’self somethin’ to wear.”
The voice caught her off guard as she was rummaging through a cabinet for a coffee cup and some Advil. The cup she had been reaching for clocking her in the head on the way to the floor as she jumped, tugging the shit down over her ass out of habit as she whirled around.
“Jesus Christ.” She breathed, her other hand clutching at her chest. “Are you trying to give me a goddamn heart attack?!”
Chibs gave a hearty chuckled as he grinned back at her, kicking away from his spot against the counter behind her to pick up the mug off the floor that thankfully, was still in one piece.
“Sorry, love.” He apologized, holding the mug out for her to take. “Dinna realize ye didn’ hear me come in.”
“It’s a little hard to hear anything right now over the Mariachi Band that’s trying to escape from my skull.” She replied, her voice raspy from all the cigarettes and singing the night before. Chibs gave a small laugh as he filled her coffee cup.
“Three bottle a Tequila will do tha’ to ye.” He replied as he filled his own cup, returning the pot to it’s rightful place on the warmer before opening another cabinet and grabbing a small green bottle of Excedrin. “Should ‘elp.”
Teagan accepted the bottle eagerly, popping the cap off and shaking out a couple of the white pills. She downed them quickly with a sip of coffee, chasing it with half the glass of water that Chibs offered her.
“Thank you.” She breathed a sigh of relief, the water somewhat curing the awful case of dry mouth she had. “For the shirt too, I’m guessing?”
“Aye.” Chibs replied as he leaned back against the counter opposite of her. “Ye were still half clothed when I put ye’ta bed las’ night.”
“Define half?” She gave a groan of embarrassment in reply as she hid her face behind her right hand.
“Well…ye were wearin’ a shirt an’ yer boots.” He replied. “ Yer pants disappeared somewhere a’fer midnight.” He sipped at his coffee, trying to hide his amusement.
“Great.” She grumbled into her mug, the air between them falling silent between them a few moments.
“Dinna worry yer’self lass.” He assured, suddenly beside her again as he refilled his coffee mug. His kind brown eyes warm and assuring as he squeezed her shoulder gently. “Nothin’ wildly inappropriate happened…I mean, ye tackled the poor Prospect.” He chuckled at the last part, watching Teagan’s face turned red out of embarrassment.
“Oh God…” She groaned.
“Figured at tha’ point it was time fer bed.” He added.
“Well…” She cleared her throat awkwardly, her green eyes shifting up to meet his own. His expression kind and free of any judgement she normally might have received, allowing her to relax and smile softly in return. “Thank you for looking after me…I tend to get a little out of control sometimes.”
“Anytime, lass.” Chibs smiled, the dimples on his scarred cheeks making the older man that much more attractive. Her knees going a little weak as she turned her attention back to her coffee cup, ignoring the blush that was surly tinting her cheeks and ears pink.
“I’ll um, make sure you get your shirt back after I buy some clothes later.” She stated quietly before taking a sip, silently cursing herself for acting like a school girl with her first crush.
He waved her comment off as he looked down at her. “Ye can keep it. Looks better on ye anyway.” He assured her, not trying in the least to hide the flirtatious tone in his heavily accented voice.
Teagan was about to crawling under the table out of embarrassment, her face officially flaming, knowing he was referring to the earlier incident when he had entered the kitchen. There was no way he hadn’t seen her ass while she was stretched up on her tiptoes digging through the cabinet for a mug.
“Oh good, your up.”
“Jesus! Are you people trying to kill me?!” Teagan gasped at the sound of Gemma’s voice, the older woman smirking as she observed the sight in front of her.
“’Course not baby.” Gemma replied as she kissed the top of her head, accepting the coffee mug from Chibs with a smile.
“Certainly not how it feels…” Teagan mumbled sarcastically while rolling her eyes, yelping in surprise as the older woman’s hand connected with the back of her head sharply.
“Don’t get smart with me, missy.” She warned as Teagan rubbed at the back of her head. “I’m here to deliver something you might want.”
“Is it pants?” Chibs inquired with a teasing tone, ducking out of the way before both women could slap him.
“Enough with the comedy show and follow me.” She stated, Teagan groaning as Gemma pulled her forward and out a side door that lead to the back storage units. Thankful it was still early enough that the pavement wasn’t boiling hot yet as she was forced to go barefoot, Gemma impatient as always and refusing to wait for her younger counterpart to fetch her boots.
“Christ Gem, what’s the hurry?” She questioned, balancing her coffee carefully as they walked, trying not to let it slosh out of the cup.
“You’ll see.” Was the only reply to got as they stopped in front of one of the bigger units, Gemma pulling a key from her pocket and removing the lock before gesturing for Teagan to roll the door up. “Go on then.”
Teagan didn’t ask questions as she set her coffee cup down, thankful again that they were the only ones out back – save for Chibs who crossed the lot, her boots in hand – as she bent to grab the handle on the storage unit door. Her shirt ridding up, exposing the lacy neon pink cheeky panties she had been trying to keep covered.
Gemma shooting Chibs a warning glance as he settled beside her, watching the young woman with an amused expression as she struggled with the door. Muttering what he assumed to be profanities under her breath as she yanked the door free finally. Sending it upward to reveal a covered vehicle. Teagan glanced back at Gemma with a shocked, but excited, expression.
“Tig wanted to be the one to show you…” Gemma nodded. “He had business this morning with Clay though…so he asked if I would return this.” She watched with a smile as Teagan ripped the car cover off, revealing an old primer painted ‘68 Chevelle.
“How?!” She questioned with a look of astonishment as she ran her hand up the hood. Inspecting every inch of the car carefully. “It was almost completely totaled.”
“Tiggy fixed it up as best he could after you went away.” Gemma smiled sadly. “He knew how much it meant to you, and he wanted to make sure it was here, in case you ever wanted it back.”
“I figured he would’ve scraped the damn thing.” Teagan chuckled halfheartedly, her bright green eyes suddenly full of a million different emotions. Chibs observing with great curiosity from behind Gemma, but he knew better than to ask questions.
“Clay convinced him not too.”
“Oh…” Teagan replied quietly, her expression falling as she looked through the windshield at the gutted interior of the old car. Memories of her past suddenly hitting her like the weight of a thousand suns. Swallowing hard around the lump that was forming in her throat, she wiped at her face quickly as she turned to exit the storage unit.
“I uh…I should go get ready.” Pushing passed Gemma and Chibs gently, she retreated back to the clubhouse without another word.
“Wha’ was tha’ all abou’?” Chibs questioned as he watched her walk away. A sense of worry suddenly taking it’s hold, a knot forming in the pit of his stomach.
“It’s not my story to tell.” Gemma replied with a sad smile as she patted his shoulder gently. Picking up the coffee mug she had left behind and closed the unit before heading back inside as well.
Leaving Chibs alone with his own thoughts. Wonder just what exactly had happened in Teagan’s past to leave her looking so…broken?