Burying the Hatchet
Authors: I got to thinking one day about the feud between Kozik and Tig. I imagine Clay would be getting fairly ticked off at them and would go to any length to get them to settle their differences, because it was bad for the charter. Then this is where this story came from. It will probably be multi chapter story. Also in this story, the Club did not get caught and did not go to jail.
Summery: As the Sons of Anarchy's unofficial Club Chaplain, Sam Voorhees has had to deal with a number of duties in addition to being a member of the Nomad Charter, including occasionally playing therapist. One day he is called by Clay to help resolve possibly the biggest conflict in SOA history, Tig vs. Kozik.
Disclaimer: If I own anything then I'm a one eyed parrot(I'm not)
Chapter 1
Angel Ink Tattoo shop
Tallahassee Florida, July 19th 2009, 1:00 p.m.
"Please tell me we are going to get some customers today.", complained Aaron Stevens as leaned back in the receptionists chair while gazing at the wall of fame showing the shops club members mug shots, including the recently added sign above Sam and Vince's that read "Pardoned".
"Snake Doctor, that's the 18th time you've said that today, if you say it again I am going to Duct tape your mouth closed, you eyes open and force you to watch Barney all day.", said Hank McKoy as he fiddled with a roll of the said tape. It was turning out to be an extremely boring day. They had not had a single customer all day and neither Clay, Quinn or any of the other charter Presidents for that matter had called them to take care of business. The Boredom had gotten to them and they were all wearing shorts and sleeveless Shop shirts.
"How about I do that to both of you." said Sam Voorhees as he took a long drag from his cigarette and continued swapping random tattoo ideas with Vince Valentine and Caleb Tigertail.
As he said that the shop phone rang and Sam picked it up.
"Angel Ink Tattoo shop, this is Sharky, how can we help you today?"
"Sharky, you can cut the crap." replied Clay from the SAMCRO clubhouse.
"Clay, we are dieing of boredom down here, please tell me you got something, anything, for us!" said Sam.
"No need to yell Sharky. As a matter of fact I do have a job for you in particular, but you can bring backup if you want."
"Well alright then, what is it?"
"Tig and Kozik have gotten on my last nerve. Tig has some sort of beef with him and won't let him patch in. I need you to play therapist and try to get them to settle their differences. I don't care how you do it."
"How bad is it?"
"I just got through the 3rd patch in Church. He said "Nay" again. He hates his guts."
"Your right, it is bad for the Charter. I'll be there in 7 days. I'm bringing Ironman and Swampman as backup." replied Sam as he hung up the phone.
"Ironman, Swampman, grab your travel bags, we're going to visit the Mother Charter," as they sat up and grabbed their Cuts from the coat rack on their way out.
"What about us?" demanded Aaron and Caleb.
July 26th, 2009, Charming, California, SAMCRO Clubhouse, 3:00 p.m.
"Guys, we have got to find a way to get Tig past his B.S. with Kozik." said Jax as he, Bobby, Opie, Chibs, Happy, Clay, Piney and Juice sat outside the Clubhouse.
"That will never happen, Tig is ready to let Forever pass, twice, before he lets Koz patch in.", rasped Happy.
"We need to think positive brotha." replied Chibs.
"I am."
"Well guys if all goes as planned, Kozik will be patched in soon." said Clay as he put out his Cigar.
As soon as he had said that, the roar of Harleys interrupted him as three Harley Davidson Dyna Super Glides with Batwing fairing pulled into the lot and parked next to the row of Bikes. The riders were wearing SoA Cuts, Long sleeve black work shirts and Rebel Flag Riding Masks. Happy recognized one of the Bikers.
"Clay, tell me you didn't." said Happy as the Riders took off their masks. The others looked at him surprised. His voice had a touch of True fear in it.
"Hap, I know your feelings about Swampman, but I didn't require him to come, Sharky brought him as backup."
"What's his problem?" asked a confused Juice.
"Happy served with Swampman in the Navy SEALS for 10 years before joining the Sons. He was highly, um… disturbed at Hanks, um… over enthusiastic ways of killing the enemy.", explained Chibs, as Sam, Vince and Hank walked over.
As they got to them everyone gave them a big manly hug except Happy.
"Good to see ya Sharky." said Clay as they shook hands.
"Same here Clay, also Vince has something for you."
Vince then handed Clay a box of Cigars.
Clay opened them and said, "Are these what I think they are?"
"Fresh from Havana."
Meanwhile Hank had walked over to Happy and the two starred each other down with their arms crossed, as if trying to intimidate the other into submission.
"You been doing good Hap?" asked Hank, finally breaking the silence.
"Good, you?" replied Happy.
"Fair."
"Alright then." said Happy, abruptly ending the conversation. He wasn't one for conversations and he wanted to around Hank as little as possible.
"Alright, enough with the jibba jabba. I understand you have an internal situation." said Sam.
"That's an understatement." replied Piney.
"Alright, if I'm going to help, I'm going to need to know the source of the problem, why do they hate each other?"
"Well, actually, Sam, we don't know why."
"Alright there goes plan A, time for plan B. Bobby I'm going to need you to make some Snicker's muffins. Chibs I need you to tell Kozik that we got some new Glock 31s in Church and want to know if he's interested. Juice, I need you to tell Tig about the muffins and tell him there in Church. Can you do this?"
"Absolutely."
"Good, tell them in half an hour."
Half and Hour later
Tig worked on his 1987 Chevy El Camino with diligence. If one were to ask him what Vehicle he would drive if he wasn't a biker, he would answer every time, a 1987 Chevy El Camino. The engine had died 3 weeks ago and he couldn't bear to part with it.
"Hey Tig!" yelled Juice, causing Tig to jump and bump his head against the hood.
"The hell do you want, retard?" yelled Tig as his right hand instinctively went to the small of his back where his Ruger P90 rested, in Position 1 I.e. Fully loaded, one in the chamber, safety on, hammer cocked.
"I know how much you love Snickers Muffins, so I came to tell you Bobby made some and there in Church, fresh baked."
"Why didn't you didn't you tell me earlier?" said Tig as he put his Cut on and rushed into the Clubhouse.
As he was about to enter the door Kozik pushed him out of the way and yelled, "No way your getting those Glocks Tiggy, there mine!"
"What Glocks? You ain't getting my Muffins!"
"What muffins?"
"Let's see what this is about!"
They both opened the door and instead of Muffins or Glocks they found Sam sitting where Bobby usually sat, wearing reading glasses and reading a book about Sharks.
He looked up and said, "Ah, you both made it. Good, have a seat." as he took off his glasses. And marked his page and put the book down.
Author's Note: So what do you think? Please Read and Review. God Bless.