Promise Me
Summary: The morning Evren Dillinger gets the worst phone call an Old Lady, even an unofficial one, can gets she feels like her entire world is crashing down. All it takes is a phone call to destroy a couple, and destroy a family. Evren makes a choice, now it's all up to her to make sure it doesn't destroy her. Established Tig/OC.
Author's Note: I know, I know, it's something right? My first full length story! I'm actually a little proud of myself. Hope ya'll enjoy this. Also, this is an established relationship between Tig and an OC, who I hope isn't Mary Sue-ish. Tig is a little OOC but I like capturing his softer side, the side you only see once in a blue moon. Set after season four, and sorta ignores season five, hopefully that doesn't turn any of you off... Hope you enjoy it!
With Love, D.L.
P.S. I decided not to let Tara come back to Charming. As much as I love the play between Tara-Jax-Gemma, I just don't like her (even if people say I look like Maggie Siff.) Jax is married to an OC Camilla, so don't be alarmed. Her presence will not make sense but like I said, I just can't stand Tara.
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Episode One: Pilot
It's about one thirty in the morning when my cell phone rings. I yawn, and pick up the smart phone. I glance at the number and sit up more fully.
"He-" I yawn right in the middle of the greeting.
"Hey, can ye get tah the clubhouse?" Chibs normally genial voice is subdued and serious. Not a good sign. I sit up straight and swing my legs out of bed.
"Yeah, give me ten minutes." I say into the phone. He grunts an affirmative and hangs up.
I stand up and glance down. I'm wearing one of Tig's rare flannel shirts and little else.
"Fuck," I grab a pair of yoga pants and a pair of slip on sneakers. I yank both on, tuck my phone into the waist band of the pants and swing out of the room, pulling the bedroom door closed behind me.
I grab my wallet from my purse and my keys from the bowl on the side table next to the door before yanking it open and locking it behind me. I run to my '67 Shelby 500 CR in the driveway and fumble to unlock it just once before ducking into the bucket seat.
I'm just pulling out when my cell goes off again. I lift my hips and wiggle the phone out to answer it just in time.
"Hello?" I answer not even glancing at the screen as I drive well above the speed limit.
"Hey Sweetie." Gemma's voice says back.
"Hey, Momma Gem, what's wrong?" I answer, swallowing nervously.
"Baby, the boys, they ran into trouble coming back from Tacoma." She says slowly. I nod, and balance my cell on my shoulder to put both hands on the wheel as I swing onto Main Street.
"I figured as much when Chibs called me five minutes ago. I'm on my way to the clubhouse now."
"Good, but Evie, Tiggy…" She starts the breaks off. I hear her take in a deep breath.
"Gemma, please don't tell me what I think you're telling me." I say, my heart beginning to pound as I press down harder on the pedal, the Mustang responds instantly as she jumps forward. I fishtail onto Henderson and whip into the lot. I slam the Mustang into park and cut the engine. Gemma steps out of the clubhouse just as I get out of the car and I hang up my phone.
I rush up to her and she wraps me into a tight hug.
"Gemma?" I say. She just sighs, leans away and cups my cheeks, tucking any wayward hairs out of my face.
"He's been shot and he laid down his bike." She says.
"Gemma…" I start. She puts a thumb against my mouth to quiet me.
"Ambulance picked him up. Baby, he's in a coma…" She whispers then wipes away my tears as the being to fall.
"Is he gonna be okay?" I ask, almost afraid of the answer.
"They don't know. I asked Camilla since they wouldn't tell me anything…" She says then instantly looks guilty. Then it hits me: they've been keeping this from me.
"How long have you known, Gemma? And don't you dare lie to me!" I hiss at her, taking a half step back.
"We thought it best…" She starts but I step out of her grip and push around her. I yank open the clubhouse door and scan the room. I spot Jax almost instantaneously.
I storm across the room and slap him as hard as I can. He reels back from the impact and when he turns back to face me his cheek is stained bright red and four raised red lines appear from my nails.
"How DARE you!" I yell. "He's my FUCKING OLD MAN and you thought it "best" I didn't know he was laying flat on his back in the FUCKING HOSPITAL?" I snap, half screaming half hissing.
"Evie…" He starts but I ball my fist and punch him as hard as I can. My fist connects with the same abused cheek and I'm satisfied when he hisses at the pain.
"You FUCKING BASTARD!" I scream. I'm actually surprised that the others are letting me get my licks in on the new SAMCRO president, but then again I really don't give a shit.
Happy steps into my line of sight and I round on him.
"Don't you FUCKING touch me, Happy! You of all people! You kept this from me!" I snap at him, glaring at him darkly. Happy levels his meanest look on me, folds his arms across his chest, but doesn't move towards me.
"Evie…" Jax starts again and I level the same glare on him.
"Fuck off Jackson Teller. As of this moment I don't wanna see your sorry excuse for a "brother" ever again!" I scream and storm back out of the clubhouse.
"Evie! Come back!" Jax calls out after me but I just slam the door to the clubhouse. Gemma tries to stop me but I run to my car and crank the engine. I whip the Mustang into reverse and back rather recklessly onto the street.
I wipe my tears away furiously and drive down Henderson just to get away from my so called "Family."
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Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry I'm so lame and I didn't get anything out to you in so long. I redid this chapter, and actually followed through with my promise to give it some cosmetic changes. I realize that the fact that Evie is hitting Jax and yelling at Happy in this chapter is a little outlandish, but for where I'm taking this, I needed the scene... maybe I'll do another touch up and make it more realistic, but for now this is what I'm sticking with. If that pisses anyone off, sorry, but this is my story and you don't have to read it.
Thanks so much for putting up with my shit, I seriously appreciate it.
With Love, D.L.
