I decided to delete my sequel to Chibs is a Father Again due to unpopularity. There will be no sequel, but I will be writing this story. It will be about Tig and how he's a father, and will take place after season 5 when Jax is president and Dawn is dead.

I pulled up into the driveway of my house along with Jax and Chibs, guns drawn. It had been broken into a few hours ago when we were on a gun run. Sheriff Roosevelt had been confident that it was along with the other break in's, but once I entered the house I knew it wasn't.

"Damn Tig… This place is a mess!" Jax exclaimed jokingly. I rolled my eyes, and followed the trail of blood that was littered among the broken beer bottles and splintered furniture ends. My coffee table was in ruins, and was signs of a struggle because it was smashed in half. Someone had to have been thrown against it. Chibs went into my bedroom, I went into the kitchen, and Jax took on the guest bedroom.

I opened drawers, and pulled back the shower curtain. The bathroom was untouched… I walked into the kitchen and saw Jax opening and closing drawers.

"Nothing in the bathroom… Man, who did this shit? Pope?" I asked. Jax shook his head, and closed another drawer.

"It wasn't Pope, and it wasn't Mexican. It's too neat. Plus, we've tied our ends with Pope and Alvarez. The cartel doesn't give a shit about our personal lives unless it interferes with the gun running business… I don't know Tig." Jax said with a sigh. Chibs ran into the kitchen, sliding to a stop. He didn't have his gun on him, and his hands were covered in blood.

"Tiggy, you might want to see this." The Scott's voice was full of concern, and it was clear that the blood wasn't his. I followed him into the bedroom and gasped at what I saw. A girl, her arms covered in scratches along with her shirt in shreds. That had explained the broken coffee table… Beer bottles must have been knocked over when she was thrown into the coffee table, and someone must have thrown her into a chair. Her arm had a bullet wound, and looked as if it had been bleeding for a while. "I stopped the bleeding and got the splinters out, but she lost quite a bit of blood. She must have been knocked unconscious when she was thrown into your table. She might have a broken rib or two." Chibs explained. I heard Jax on the phone with Tara, and remembered that she was working on counseling today in the E.R for St. Thomas.

"What's she doing her?!" I yelled, frustrated. Jax walked into the room, and picked up a piece of paper on the floor. He read what was on it, and shoved it into my hands with a pale look on his face. I read the note in silence, and took a couple of steps back after I read what it said.

Alexander,

Here's your daughter. Figured I'd give her to you half dead like Maria Is right now, since her daughter is burned to death and she can't live with herself now. I considered burning her like Dawn was, but a slow death is the best for devil spawn like her. She's stubborn, irritating, and just freaked out with dolls as you, and Maria learned that the hard way. You can have your bitchy daughter back. The bullet was for you jackass. The girl's name is Lynn. She's 14, and can't stand people like me. She'll fit right in with you, and knows all about you. I've shown her pictures, but only told her the bad stuff. Still loves you though. I can't figure out how. Maria wanted me to send the girl to you with some of her clothes and a teddy bear she can't bear to live without. I didn't understand it, but Maria would have murdered me if I hadn't brought it with me. Hope Lynn dies along with you and goes to hell.

Not so Sincerely,

Victor

I had a daughter… And she was half dead. I scooped Lynn into my arms, and rushed outside with her. An ambulance was waiting outside, and I shoved the paramedics away from her when they noticed me. I laid her down gently onto the bed, and sat on the bench. Chibs ran into the ambulance and Jax pulled the driver out. Chibs hooked up Lynn to a heart monitor, and stabilized her after hooking her up to an IV line.

"Tara said they would understand if we took the ambulance. Sent them herself, after a little confrontation with her boss." Jax said. I nodded. I couldn't go to jail for stealing a vehicle after this… After finding Lynn!

"Don't worry Tiggy. She'll be fine. I'm sure Tara is going to monitor as much as she can with Lynn. Besides, she didn't lose that much blood. Probably passed out from pain, because she wasn't bleeding that much when I found her, and had a towel wrapped around the wound. Through and through brother, no bullet left." Chibs said, trying to calm me down after noticing my worried look and tapping feet. I heard a moan of pain, and looked at Lynn.

"Oh baby… Baby girl, I'm so sorry!" I said, getting to my feet and holding Lynn's hand. She held her head in her hand, and growled at her limited ability of movement.

"Where the hell am I, and why the hell are the sirens on?!" Lynn said, writhing in pain when she tried to get up.

"Did I forget to mention she has a concussion and broken rib?" Chibs said. I glared at him, and looked back at my little girl.

"You're in an ambulance… We're taking you to the hospital, where we're going to help you…" I said in a calm voice. She raised an eyebrow, then looked me in the eye.

"You stole an ambulance for me, and you barely know me… Wait a minute… Dad?"