A/N 9/16/2018: The votes are in and it was a tie between Imhotep and Chibs. I was surprised about the Mummy crossover, to be honest, though excited. As it is, I went with the cross that I had immediate access to. I plan on buying the Mummy on Amazon so I can get the dialogue right this next payday. This Fic will be longer though as I plan to try and do it along the lines of the SOA seasons. Ambitious of me, so fingers crossed, and when I get the Mummy, I will write it in tandem with this fic. Please review guys and let me know what you think!

Isabella, Bella to those who knew her, needed to get out of town. She could no longer take the ongoing wars between the two local MCs, The Wolf Pack and The Coven. It didn't help that her ex had been the V.P. of The Coven while her best friend was the President of The Wolf Pack. Both Edward and Jacob wanted her to cut ties with the other, but neither seemed to understand that I would tear her in two no matter what choice she made. She tried to remain neutral. Switzerland, she called herself, but Alice, Edward's sister and the old lady to The Coven's Sergeant at Arms, continuously guilt tripped her into breaking off her association with Jake. She just couldn't do it anymore.

Her dad, though he had been straight since Bella's birth, had originally been a nomad for Sam Crow, an MC out of California. So when Bella had decided to beat feet out of town after her break up with Edward and her fall out with Jacob, both incidences over the other man and Edward's infidelity, Charlie had suggested his old charter based out of Charming. He had missed the life, having gone straight after a fight with Renee about the dangers she feared and he posed with his life. He was going to leave with with Bella, but Bella insisted that she at least stay until she had finished her last two weeks of high school. She had made it this far, she wanted to leave Forks with at least her high school diploma under her belt.

It wasn't easy. There were members of both MC's constantly on her tail, even if she refused calls from all members of either. A dangerous route, to go, but she managed to pull it off. Charlie had insisted that they leave the night of her graduation under the pretense of him taking Bella to Port Angeles for a celebratory dinner, fearing what she would face should she stay now that she was legal and out of school. He had even called Clay, the President of the Sons, to ask for an escort. It came in the form of a bald, intimidating man by the name of Happy. Bella couldn't hold back the snort of irony once she laid eyes on the man.

Happy Lowman had at first, been rather intimidating with dark brown eyes, and snake tattoos all over him. But once he seemed to realize that Bella was more like Charlie than Renee, he relaxed a bit around her, even opening up a bit on his role in the club. He didn't delve into details, but he did say he was a kind of hit man/enforcer/nomad. It took them a good two and a half day ride to get to Charming, and once they crossed the boarder into Sons territory, Bella immediately felt more at home and safe from the troubles she left behind in Washington.

They pulled up to an auto business called Teller/Morrow, and Bella was slightly confused. She looked at her dad, and he told her that it wasn't just a business, but acted as the club house as well. Charlie and Happy led Bella into the club house/bar.

"Charlie! Oh, you rat bastard, how the hell are you?" shouted a barrel chested man, with white, short, military styled hair, a long face, and a large cigar lit between his teeth.

"Clay. I'm doin' good, brother. Thought I'd come back for good. Brought my baby girl with. She had some shit she had to get away from," Charlie said, gesturing to Bella. "Clay, this is my girl, B-"

"Iz, or Izzy," she interrupted her father, holding out her hand. Charlie looked at her for a moment, knowing she hadn't been partial to the name in the past, but nodded in acquiescence, knowing she wanted to leave behind any reminders.

"Izzy. Managed Renee's beauty, and, thank fuck, my straight head," Charlie finished.

Bella shrugged. "Straight-ish." Clay took her hand, and shook it once.

"It's good to see you again, girl. You've certainly grown. You're not goin' to be pitching a fit over your dad's choices like your mom, are you?" Clay asked her bluntly. Bella shrugged.

"My dad is a grown ass man, he can live his life how he wants and I ask him to extend the same courtesy. I'll bail him out if I need to, but I'm not going to rag on him for his choices. He'll know what to feel bad about. And his business is his business. Won't do any good to stick my nose into something I have no concept of. May get us both hurt in the end," she replied. Clay stared at her as if he was looking for something in her very soul.

He must have found it because he nodded, smiled wide, all teeth, and turned to Charlie. "Definitely raised this one right, brother. Maybe she should hang out with Jax for a bit. Knock some common sense into the whelp."

Charlie snorted. "Still reckless?"

"Nah, he's gotten better since he graduated high school and his girlfriend left him high and dry. But she's recently come back to town as a doctor, and he's been sniffing around her ass again. Like the last 10 years didn't happen. The boy was destroyed when she left," Clay told him.

Bella gave a derisive laugh. "I could most certainly tell him a thing or two about heartbreak and pain."

Charlie looked at her sadly, and pulled her into a side hug in comfort. Clay looked at her surprised and then at Charlie.

"Did you kill the fucker?" Clay asked. Charlie shook his head.

"I didn't think you would appreciate a war with two other MCs you had no beef with in the past," Charlie said. Clay nooded.

"If they cross into Charming, they're fair game. We'll back you. You are family after all. Until then, we're going to hold a homecoming party for the two of you tonight. I'll call the others and let them know. It'll be good to have you back, brother," Clay said, pulling Charlie into a manly hug, before turning to Bella.

"You're not shy or squeamish are you?"

Bella chuckled at the question. "Depends. About sex, drugs, alcohol, and everything fun, not a bit. Dad wasn't so happy when he learned how many parties I had been to with those things, and I partook in. But he can't harp on me after the stories I've heard about him," she jabbed at him. "Blood. While I see it at the moment, I can focus on doing what needs doing, but don't expect me to be conscious when the adrenaline wears off. The rust smell turns my stomach and I tend to pass out."

"Fair enough. You won't have to deal with much blood at a homecoming party if you stay away from the boxing ring in the lot. Just be careful around some of the boys. They have no filter sometimes," Clay warned.

Bella outright laughed. "Can't be any worse then Emmett or Paul," Bella said, looking at her father.

"You'd be surprised, B- Izzy. Tig especially is a little touched," Charlie said, Clay nodding in agreement.

"He's a special kind of twisted, like Happy, but he is loyal, and will follow orders."

Bella looked at the two men. "Fair enough. I'll keep an eye out. Dad, do you mind if we go get our shit settled. If there's a party tonight, you know us girls. Takes forever and a day to get ready."

Charlie nodded to her with a chuckle before turning to Clay.

"Believe it or not, she can actually get ready faster than I can. I'll bet you two bills she has every room bar mine unpacked by the time of the party, and dressed to kill in that time as well," Charlie said proudly.

"Only a fool would take a bet against a parent who is as close to their kid as you are, brother," Clay said, declining the bet. Bella and Charlie bid farewell to Clay and after a quick introduction and farewell to Half-Sac, they left to their new home.

Turns out, their new home was an old bolt hole Charlie had lived in when he met Renee. It was a modest home in a halfway decent neighborhood. The movers had already been and dropped off their things, and as Charlie had predicted, Bella had most of the house unpacked in a few short hours. Bella was of the opinion unpacking always went faster than packing. Once that was done, she was surprised to have an hour or so to kill before she and Charlie were expected back at Teller/Morrow, so she hopped into the shower and grabbed the most comfortable clothes she had. A modest set of strategically distressed jeans, a black tank, and her leather jacket with a pair of chucks. She put her still damp hair up in a messy pony tail, and deemed herself ready. With still 45 minutes to kill.

Bella hated being idle, so she decided to make something to eat when she and Charlie got back. Deciding that baking something was out of the equation due to time constraints, she decided on a summer veggie salad, thanking her lucky stars she had Charlie stop for a few supplies so they wouldn't starve. The salad was simple enough. Avocados, tomatoes, cucumbers, red onion, olive oil, and cilantro. Throw it all in a bowl and voilà!

After sticking the salad in the fridge, she saw Charlie coming into the kitchen, with his kutte. Bella stopped to admire her father's leather.

"Are you still planning on being a Nomad?" she asked, gesturing to the patch.

"I haven't decided yet. I would prefer to know that you are safe here, before I made the decision, though I may take the odd job for other charters like in Tacoma and the like," Charlie tells her. Bella shook her head.

"I'll be fine, dad. This is, after all, Sons territory. We also didn't tell either The Coven or The Wolf Pack where we were going. And with you gone, they've lost their inside man in the police department. How did an outlaw get a job as a cop anyhow?" Bella asked.

"Record keeping was much more slack nearly two decades ago. Wasn't all that hard for someone to go in, steal the hard copy, and for someone to hack into the database and erase the one kept on the servers," he shrugged.

"Sneaky," she said, as they climbed onto Charlie's bike and they headed to the club house.

When they arrived, it was to excited and surprised greetings to Charlie, and wolf whistles towards Bella. That was until Charlie sent them his best death glare. Apparently, she was going to have to have another chat with him about being the overprotective parent again. Placing his hand on her lower back to guide her into the bar, there was even more cheers and welcomes.

"Charlie, brother! Where have you been?" Bella could make out in a thick Scottish accent. She turned to see a moderately tall man with dark hair and white streaks in the front push his way through the throng of people to stand in front of them, pulling Charlie into a man hug. He was followed by a few others.

"Chibs, good to see you," Charlie said, patting the man's back hard. Pulling back, Charlie gestured to Bella. "Been taking care of my baby girl. Be- shit. Sorry, Bella, but I'm not changing your name. The other's will, but it's too damn hard for me," he told her, and Bella nodded her ok. "Anyway, Bella, these are Chibs, Tig, Jax, Bobby Elvis, the kid is new, don't know his name yet, Piney, and where the hell is Opie?" Charlie rattled? Bella chuckled.

"Breath, dad," Bella prompted. "It's nice to finally meet all of you."

"Aye, lass. It's good to meet you as well. I remember the shit eating grin on Charlie's face when he told us yer ma was expectin'. Glad to see you turned out with a seemingly good head on your shoulders," said the man her father had introduced as Chibs. Bella had to admit, for a man in his early to mid 40's, he certainly had a pantie dropping look and accent. She took a deep and inaudible breath to steady her nerves.

"Thanks, Chibs. How the hell did you get that name anyway," she asked with her head tilted.

"Ach! Got the lovely name after I got these," he said, gesturing to his facial scars. "Chibs is a kind of crude street blade in Scottish slang."

"But your accent isn't wholly Scottish," Bella observed. Chibs was surprised.

"Good ear. Nay, lass. I've spent a bit of time in Ireland. Not enough to lose the Scot's brogue but enough to pick up a bit of Irish lilt," he said. Bella nodded.

"Cool. And what is your name, new kid? Dad said he didn't know you."

The 'kid' she was referring to had a closely shave mohawk and tattoos on either side. "Juice. Juice Ortiz. I do the computer stuff nowadays," he introduced himself.

"Nice to meet you Juice-" before Bella could go on, her phone went off. Taking it out of her pocket, she saw that it was Alice. The others saw the dark expression on her face and fidgeted in nervousness, before she ignored the call.

"Who was it, Bella?" Charlie asked.

"Alice," she said simply. Charlie's countenance took on a similarly dark look to Bella.

"If she calls back. Answer. But put her on speaker," he said.

"Oh she'll call back, the annoying boy-like bitch," she said venomously. Just then, her phone went off again. She did as Charlie said and answered.

"Alice," she said into the phone.

"Where the fuck are you?!" screeched Alice.

"And you want to know, why?" Bella asked.

"You know very well why? Edward is going ape shit!"

Bella shook her head. "I don't know why. He was the one who had his dick in some other gash. He then had the good grace to torture me physically after."

The men that surrounded her growled in anger as a few of them tensed at her declaration.

"Bella you know he didn't mean it. He loves you. If you had just cut off your friendship with Black, you would have saved yourself so much trouble," Alice said condescendingly. Bella hated condescension. It was like calling Marty McFly chicken.

"So ordering Jasper and Emmett to hold me down while he left a big hole in my hip was love? Good to know for the future," Bella snarked. That's when the men with her blew. Chibs grabbed the phone out of her hand, while Charlie pulled Bella into his side.

"You're done speaking with Miss. Swan," he said in his thick Scottish brogue.

"And who is this? Is that bitch sleeping around behind my brother's back?" demanded Alice.

"I would watch my tongue, harridan. We don't take kindly to a gash we don't know bad mouthing family," Chibs growled. "Bella is no longer your concern. If you try tracking her down, we have no issue making you disappear. Good evening." With that, he ended the call and turned towards Bella and Charlie. Bella shook her head.

"I wish you hadn't done that. I can handle my own shit. But I thank you for your defense," Bella said. She was telling the truth. She could handle The Coven, but she wouldn't down play what Chibs hand done for her.

"Yer welcome, Lass. Though your last comment to her has us all curious, I'm sure," he says kindly. Bella shook her head.

"I may tell you someday, but it's still too fresh. Literally. I just got the stitches out. Give me time," she asked. They all dropped the subject of her injury.

"Well, you're safe here, darlin'. We protect our own," Jax tells her. Bella smiled and changed the subject entirely.

"Thanks. Dad says your expecting a son, that's so exciting!" Bella gushed, knowing she was being obvious, but she doubted anyone would draw attention to it.

Jax nodded. "Able. His ma and I aren't together anymore, but we've worked out things enough for the boy."

"Well that's something. Do any of you have kids?" Bella asked the others.

"I have a boy, Opie. He just got out of Chino after a 5 year stretch. Another Son rolled on him, so we gave him the boot. He's trying to lean right these days for his old lady," Piney said. Bella nodded, knowing the pressure the wrong type of woman can put on a club member.

"I've got a son of my own," Bobby said.

"Two girls," Tig put in. Bella turned to Chibs.

"A lass just a mite younger than you. Lives in Ireland with her mother." Bella could see a sadness in his eyes and gathered he hadn't seen his daughter in quite a few years. She smiled kindly at him.

"Hey! Prospect! Bring a round over!" yelled Charlie, breaking the staring contest Chibs and Bella found themselves in. Half-Sac came running over with handfuls of beer by the bottle necks. Bella took two, and opened one with the other, handing it to her dad, before taking out a lighter and opening the other for herself. The others looked at her with looks of awe.

"What?" she asked, taking a drink of her beer.

"Where the hell did you learn that?!" demanded her father. Bella looked at him.

"Paul taught me before Edward and I started dating," she said with a sad smile. She missed the easy friendship with the Pack's Sergent at Arms. They had an unofficial thing going her sophomore year, until Cullen came into her life. Then, after she refused to turn Edward out on his ass, he just ignored her. How she wished she could go back and do just that. "He taught me all kind of ways to open a beer."

Charlie grunted. "I'm going to ignore the fact you just told me you were drinking as young as 14, Bella," he said taking a swig of his own beer.

Bella patted his arm in mock sympathy and a fake look of solemnity on her face. "Good man. Makes raising a girl so much easier if you just roll with the punches." She couldn't hold the look though, and it wasn't long before everyone were letting out raucous rounds of laughter. It was then their attention was grabbed by Clay.

"Tonight, we welcome home one of our own! Charlie Swan. Seems like just yesterday when you left for your family, and yet, it has been way too long, brother. We are very happy to welcome both you and your daughter, Izzy, back to Charming. We pray you decide to stay long enough for at least a beer before you go Nomad again," Clay said with mirth in his eyes.

"Gotta make sure you all don't get any ideas about my daughter before I can leave, Clay," Charlie snarked. Then everyone let out a chuckle when Bella jabbed him in his side. Letting him know she wasn't amused, but wasn't going to say anything outright in front of the others. She knew what doing that would do, and she didn't think she would like the reaming she would get for it later.

The party lasted well into the night. Somewhere around 1:30 in the morning, Bella decided to call it quits. She went looking for Charlie, and saw that he was a little indisposed with a couple of the Crow Eaters. She wrinkled her nose in disgust at seeing Charlie in such a position, but figured the poor man had been practically celibate for the last 15 or so years, he deserved to let loose a little. After interrupting him long enough to tell him she was heading home, and assuring him it was ok for him to stay, she went outside. She stopped by the picnic tables and finished the beer she had been nursing the past hour or so, wondering how she was going to get home. She really didn't want to call for a cab.

"You all right, lass?" she heard behind her. She turned to see Chibs standing there with his thumbs tucked into his belt. Bella nodded.

"Fine. Just wondering how I'm going to get my tipsy ass home," she tells him. Chibs chuckles.

"I can give you a lift. Looked like your da was a bit preoccupied to think of such things when I followed you out." Bella nodded.

"He deserves a bit of action. Been too long, and I'm hoping him getting a little gash would lighten him up when it comes to my own decisions," she tells the Scot.

"Been a bit of a free spirit I take it? Like yer ma?" Bella shook her head at his question.

"No, Renee is more than a free spirit. Woman was straight up flighty. Did anything but be responsible. I was the one to make sure she was fed and the bills were paid when she had the cash. Couldn't take it anymore by the time I was 12, so I moved in with dad. He at least has the sense to pay his own shit. Make sure there is food in the house and that it's livable." Chibs seemed to tense at her description of her mother. Bella ignored it.

"Was just knew how to party as well as be responsible," she shrugged. Chibs took a deep breath to calm himself, though it didn't help he could smell the young woman on the breeze and he had to fight a different type of tension. Finally gaining his control, he smiled a bit at her.

"Ready to go home, then, lass?" he asked. Bella nodded and he led her over to his bike. She saw the simple Anarchy symbol painted on his gas tank but also a small Saltire stitched into the rear of his seat.

"The cross of St. Andrew. Patron Saint of Scotland," she murmured. "She's a beauty. Dyna Street Bob with custom Z-Bars with risers and a wrapped exhaust." She ran her hand lovingly down the bike as she circled it. Chibs couldn't help but get hard at this small slip of a girl talking about his bike and watching her hands caressing it's curves. He wondered what it would feel like to have those hands on him.

"You know your bikes, lass," he said hoarsely. Bella nodded thinking of the two bikes she and Jake had restored during happier times.

"I helped a friend piece back together an old Harley Sprint and a Honda XL 250. They had been abandoned and I needed to find a distraction at the time."

Chibs didn't ask anymore, seeing the look in her eye. He just handed her a helmet and climbed onto his bike, hoping his raging hard on had calmed enough for her not to notice. Only for it rise again when she climbed on behind him. Her warm thighs bracketing his and her hands wrapped around his waist firmly so she wouldn't fall off.

After getting Charlie's address from her, which wasn't hard considering it was the same house as before he moved, Chibs spent the rest of the ride trying to ignore the sensations the little brunette was stirring in him. Not knowing that she too was fighting the same sensations. It was harder for Bella, seeing as the vibrations of the bike were shooting straight through her deliciously. It was taking everything in her not to run her hands all over Chib's torso so he could concentrate on getting her home safely.

When they pulled up to Charlie's house, Bella got off Chib's Dyna and handed him the helmet.

"Thanks for the ride, Chibs," she said with a smile.

"Aye, lass. It's no problem. You gonna be alrigh' bein' here alone?" he asked. Bella nodded.

"I'm not worried. Got a little Beretta I carry with me everywhere. Dad is the only one who knows I carry. I've got a conceal and carry permit, so I'm covered," she tells him. Chibs nods, before reaching behind him and pulling out a small 9mm semi auto.

"Best to carry one legal and one not. 9mm luger. Serial numbers filed off. Packs a bit of a kick, but it'll get the job done," he says handing her the gun. Bella takes it, making sure the safety is on and there isn't one in the chamber, before sticking it into the waist of her own jeans at her back. She steps forward and places a chaste kiss on his scarred cheek.

"Thanks, Chibs," she whispers before she heads into the house. Chibs sat there on his bike for a moment after she closed her door, before starting his bike again and backing out of the drive. One thing was certain. Having Miss. Swan around was going to make things very interesting for the Scotsman.