This story is a series of one shots that accompany "Ye Wayward Sons." If you have not read "Wayward" then many of these dribbles will not make sense. For those of you who have been keeping up with my longer works, I really hope you enjoy seeing events from the men's perspectives. We're not only going to get current events from the story but also some flashback stories.

Enjoy

She sleeps like a little kid. He's been watching her sleep for three nights now and he still can't get over the way she curls into a ball against him, one hand tucked up under her chin the other clutching the blanket over his chest. She'd come to him crying days ago and he'd been helpless to do anything but let her crawl into his bed. She'd been all messy curls and big wet eyes, he'd held her tight that first night whispering into her hair until she'd sobbed herself to sleep on his chest. The idea of him comforting anyone was ludicrous but then again, the idea of Tig being responsible for something as perfect as the girl beside him is equally laughable.

Chibs had been taken with her since the moment she'd drifted into the main room of the clubhouse a week before. She'd been barefoot and wild eyed, clutching a .9mil like she meant to use it. He'd been in the midst of getting his leg patched up by Bobby and the pain was unimaginable but he'd glanced down at her perfectly pedicured feet, each nail a different color from red to blue and he'd almost laughed out loud. She'd seemed so innocent and pure in that moment he thought she must have gotten lost and wandered into the clubhouse by mistake.

Later that night out by the ring with Juice he'd pushed up on her just a bit too hard and when she revealed who her father was Chibs felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. It seemed impossible for anyone to be that normal and share a gene pool with Tigger. Then again, Chibs had seen glimpses of the killer's softer side and seeing the way the Sergeant at Arms interacted with Leila at the hospital went a long way towards creating proof that Tig still had a heart, no matter how deep down he might keep it buried.

She shifts against him in her sleep, letting out a soft noise and Chibs drops a comforting hand onto her back. Her nightmares weren't a surprise considering, but when she'd started crying in the sleep the night before he'd almost panicked. Chibs was no stranger to damaged women, Fiona was one big emotional train wreck for all that she tried to stay fierce for the Cause but Leila is different somehow. He thinks maybe it's because the woman beside him has been wrecked by events mostly outside her control.

The situation at the strip club had been unconscionable and Chibs had been furious with himself and the club in the aftermath. She shouldn't have been there, much less in the middle of things and the memory of O'Leary's hand between her legs still made him squirm in anger.

Chibs was not blind to his own responsibility in that mess, he shouldn't have kissed her out in the parking lot but he hadn't been able to resist. She'd looked so small and unsure in that trashy green dress, her riding boots ruining the image she was trying to convey. He'd spent the entire ride to Lodi with her tight little body shaking from cold against his back and when he'd gotten off the bike she'd just looked so lost. Her eyes had been so big with nerves and outlined with black the way they were they'd looked like molten gold. When she'd fallen off the bike trying to maintain her modesty he'd caught her easily and had been half hard at the feel of her tight little hips, her colt's legs trembling against him. She'd made some joke about all bikers wanting hookers in riding boots and even as he'd denied the implication he did think she looked beautiful all trussed up.

The kiss had been far too short and far too hot for Chibs' liking. She'd leaned on him and he'd been able to smell the perfume in her hair, something spicy with a hint of citrus. He'd walked them back to the bike, his head full of thoughts about what to do to her. He'd had visions of bending her over the dyna and flipping up the bottom of that short green skirt but the way her lips had moved against his, hesitant and sweet had him breaking the kiss out of fear. It had taken him two cigarettes after her tight little ass had disappeared into the club before he could walk comfortably.

Chibs had made plans in his head for them then. Things he wanted to do with her but it had all come unraveled after the shoot out. She'd been so angry and then she'd fallen into bed with the prospect. The Scot hadn't known how to take that. He knew she felt betrayed by the events at the club, and he knew she was dealing some serious shit. Bobby had been the one to tell him about the drive-by and that was only after Chibs had asked. He'd been curious when he'd seen her across the street from the lot, smoking a cigarette, and pacing around the same ten foot square of pavement. That had been the day after Opie appeared in the hospital and after listening to Bobby tell the tale Chibs felt like he was seeing her for the first time. It was also why he'd known exactly what was going on when he'd found her working the bag two nights ago.

She'd been adorable all sweaty with her knuckles taped up wrong and even though he'd known she was still mad with him he'd been unable to resist trying to steal a moment. She'd looked hopeless when he'd told her she was doing it wrong and the flush on her cheeks had been breathtaking. When she'd started to flirt back it had taken him a moment to sort through the mess his brain always seemed to be when she was around. He wanted nothing more than to take her offer, step up behind those tight hips, show her how to throw a punch and end up fucking her into the hard surface of the ring. He'd held back because he could see the desperation in her eyes and he had no desire to end up like Juice, a play thing for her frustrations. If Chibs was going to get the girl he was going to have her. He wouldn't take whatever emotional scraps she was willing to throw his way. So he'd lit a cigarette and set himself up on one of the picnic tables until she'd punched herself to exhaustion and when she'd asked him what came next he'd wanted to say now I throw you up against bag and bury my head between your legs but instead he'd told her to go to bed.

There's another soft noise from the sleeping form beside him and Chibs stubs out his cigarette on the nightstand before sliding lower in the bed. He snakes one arm out and around her waist pulling her tighter against his side. Her body goes slack against him for a moment and she shuffles in her sleep, moving until her head is tucked into just the right spot on his chest. She's an achingly beautiful girl for all that he can tell she doesn't know it. Long pale limbs, perky little tits, rose cheeks, she's got this cute little nose that just turns up at the end, he assumes she got her looks from her mother although there's a bit Tig in her expressions. They're like cat's eyes, bright, and unforgivingly gold. They are eyes that can draw a man in willing or not.

"Chibs?" His heart skips without permission at the idea of her saying his name in her sleep but those eyes flutter open and they're like honey. "Are you awake?" She rubs her face into his chest and stretches against him. He's half hard the minute her breasts press into his bare side, he can feel her nipples through her thin shirt. The little minx has them pierced, he'd noticed it the first night she'd slept beside him and had been aching to see them since.

"Aye, I'm up. Doesn't mean yeh have to be." She pouts at his rough tone and he wants to nip her full bottom lip between his teeth just to teach her a lesson.

"I'm not sleeping well anyways." As though to prove her point she yawns into one hand. His eyes land on the shining ring wrapped around her left thumb. Chibs recognizes the SAMCRO protection engraving.

"Did yer Da give you this?" He catches her hand in his and lifts the finger up to his face to get a closer look.

"Kind of, the ring is my Mom's she had it made from the handle of one of my grandmother's antique spoons years ago. Tig had the engraving done before I left for Salt Lake. It's the only thing I have that's a bit of both of them." It breaks Chibs' heart to hear her talk like that and he wonders how long it will be before his own Kerrianne is saying something similar. His little girl will be six this year and he knows she'll be starting school soon. He won't be there to see her grow up and he still doesn't know what to do with that pain.

"Aye, that's an important bit then. You best keep it safe." He watches her as she twists the slip of silver around and around her thumb, her face is thoughtful.

"I look just like her you know. My mother I mean." Leila's eyes are distant and he's not sure where she's going with this but it does give him leave to finally ask one of his long standing questions.

"Is that why yeh dyed yer hair then pet? You didn't want to look like yer Ma no more?" He reaches out to twist a strand of mixed black and purple around a finger. He doesn't mind her wild curls, in fact, he thinks the mess of colors running through the black quite suits her but he knows Tig had been unhappy with the change.

"I guess, mostly it was just time for something different. Pissed Tig off so that helped. I live 800 miles away and I can't stop wanting to piss the man off." She presses her ironic smile into his neck and then yawns again.

"Yeh need to get back to sleep. Yeh've got a big day tomorrow, checking Tig out and the Chevelle should be fixed." He tries to hide his hurt at her excitement over leaving. He knows deep down that she has somewhere better to be and he won't try and hold her here.

"What if I don't want to sleep?" Those big gold eyes leave no doubt as to what she'd rather be doing and Chibs feels his resolve waiver but he holds firm.

"Go to sleep lass," She wrinkles her nose in annoyance but settles against him, her eyes drifting closed.

"You're a hard man Chibs," she whispers the words in her soft little voice and chuckles. Yes he was.

Reviews are always welcome, it's definitely harder to write from the make perspective and I'd love to hear what everyone thinks.