Disclaimer - The characters of this fanfiction, as well as the 'Sons of Anarchy' world belong to Kurt Sutter, with the exception of 'Boo' Trager, who is an original character created by me. I make no profit from this work.

So I decided to make a series with shorter chapters based around the story of how Tig copes with Boo moving out, mostly since college will be eating up a lot of my time now so I didn't want you to have to wait ages for the one shot

"Boo, doll, can we talk?" Tig asked as he, and a grinning, jubilant Boo walked through the front door. 21 year old Boo was still wearing her graduation robes and seemed to be pretty much floating on air after graduating from college with the highest honours she could get. During the ceremony she'd even got a special mention for the book she'd had published – a book that had eventually topped the New York Times bestseller list – in her final year. Tig couldn't be prouder of the girl he considered his daughter, but now they needed to move past the excitement of the day and have a serious, very long overdue chat. Boo however, was none the wiser about how serious they're talk was to be and sat herself down on the couch before patting her lap for Tillie and beaming up at her guardian.

"Sure Tigger, what's up?" she asked as Tillie bounded over to her excitedly, tail wagging about madly as she jumped and ran about Boo's lap, sniffing in interest as her black graduation robes. Tig offered his girl a weak smile before allowing it to fall away from his face, unable to keep it there a moment longer. It felt so false, so forced. Why should he be smiling now? He had little reason to be doing so...

"You know I love you right?" he said as he sat down next to Boo, taking one of her hands between both of his and squeezing softly. Boo frowned at once, sensing that something was wrong, all excitement and jubilance from her graduation gone in a moment. "More than anyone." Tig added, managing another brief and weak smile. Over the years he'd grown to love Boo even more than his daughters, who didn't want to know him at all. He loved her more than his brothers and although he'd never admit to it, he loved her more than he loved his Harley and his club. But maybe that was only because Tig knew he'd never have to make the choice between SAMCRO and Boo. Boo would never make him do such a thing, but if Tig had to, he'd choose her every time. It would however, be the hardest thing in the world to do, giving up his club, his brothers...

"Yeah..." Boo nodded, stomach contorting fearfully. She didn't much like the tone of Tig's voice, dull and emotionless, nor did she like the look on his face. Blue eyes glazed, dreary and downcast, lips curved into a frown, Tig looked very much like a man that was scared, nervous and incredibly apprehensive. Whatever he had to say was important, and bad. Boo just knew it.

"And you know that I love having you here right? Living with me." Tig added, giving Boo's hand a firm shake as once again he allowed himself to smile briefly, the smile this time being a little more genuine and wide for his words were very much the truth. Tig used to hate coming home to his apartment, it was so empty and silent, it was why he spent too much time at the clubhouse, but since having Boo move in with him coming home had been something to look forward too. He loved coming home to Boo, loved curling up on the couch with her and Tillie and watching TV, loved the chats they had that often went long into the night, hell he even loved their arguments over stupid little things like cleaning and cooking. He just loved having her living with him. But now she was all grown up, a published author, an Ol' Lady, a college graduate. She was no longer a 16 year old, naive and lost teenager in desperate need of a father figure, she was a confident young women, happy, in love and most importantly, a woman that shouldn't be living with her father. She's now been with Chibs for over three years. It was about time she lived with him. This was something that had been playing on Tig's mind for a while now. He knew Chibs wanted his Ol' Lady living with him – it was something he'd brought up with the Sergeant at Arms a number of times – but Boo it seemed, wasn't yet ready to move in with him. Or rather, she wasn't yet ready to move out of Tig's. The mechanic knew he was the main reason Boo was yet to live with Chibs. She didn't want to move out and leave him all alone, didn't want to hurt his feelings... problem is, sooner or later she'd have to. She couldn't live with him forever.

"Tig, what's wrong?" Boo asked, curling her fingers round Tig's, a look of utmost concern on her face. "You're freaking me out a little here..." she admitted. She was worried that something bad had happened, that maybe there was something wrong with Tig... Fears that were only heightened when Tig dropped his head so that Boo could no longer see his face, so that she couldn't see the tears that had so rapidly filled his eyes, stinging them so much he couldn't help but blink, sending a wave of hot, thick tears crashing down his cheeks. He didn't want Boo to see that, didn't want her to see him so vulnerable, and most importantly, he didn't want her to see how much his choice was upsetting him. If she did, then she'd never agree to move out. Boo never did anything that would hurt Tig, for she hated seeing him hurt.

"You need to move out kid." He said, words practically grunted out in a low and grouchy tone. He didn't want Boo to move out, hated that he had to ask her – tell her – too, but the time had come for her to move in with Chibs. Hell that time had been and gone, she should have done it years ago.

"What?" Boo chocked out, totally caught off guard by Tig's words. Move out? Why? Had she done something to piss him off? Did he not want her living with him anymore? Boo loved living at Tig's and moving out had never once, not in over five years of them living together, been brought up. At least not between them. She'd talked about it with Chibs but Boo was yet to feel ready to move out of her guardian's home..."Tig I don't understand..." Boo added, for Tig himself had just voiced how much he loved having her live with him, why was he now telling her she had to move out?

"I want you to move out Boo." Tig said words firmer and with more authority than before, making it more than apparent to Boo that this wasn't a request or a suggestion, it was an order.

"Why?" she asked, throat so choked with emotion she could barely make her voice audible. In her mind Tig's tone had been harsh and cruel, demanding and that had hurt more than the words themselves, more than what they meant. He sounded angry at her, annoyed, like he'd asked her to move out a dozen times and she'd refused every time, like he was fed up with having her live with him.

"Doll, you're 21, you've just graduated from college, you're a published writer and you've been Chibs' Ol' Lady for more than three years now." Tig said, softening his tone when he realised how harsh he must have seemed, pride oozing from every work he spoke. Yet he was unable to look up and look Boo in the eye. He couldn't let her see how upset all this was making him, it would only make things harder for the both of them..."You need to be living with your man, not your daddy." He added frankly, near emotionlessly.

"You're right; I should be living with Chibs..." Boo nodded, suddenly understanding where Tig was coming from, although that didn't mean she was hurting any less. "He keeps asking me to move in with him but..." she said, trailing off before she was finished. Truth was she didn't want to move out because she didn't want to leave Tig. She loved living with him and was almost frightened to live without him, knowing she'd miss him terribly, knowing she'd miss her just as much... Every time Chibs had talked to her about moving in with him, she'd quickly changed the subject as she just couldn't face up to the idea of moving out of Tig's. Chibs was being very patience with her, understanding, but Boo knew that patience and understanding was wavering. He wanted his woman living with him and as much as Boo wanted to live with him, she didn't want to leave Tig's. She knew however, that she couldn't have things both ways. "Is that what you really want Tigger?" she asked Tig, knowing that he was upset, probably crying and trying to hide him from her by ducking his head. Boo put her hand on Tig's chin and tried to tilt his head up so that he had to look at her, but he jerked his head away, standing up and turning his back on her in the same instance.

"Yeah, it is." He said cold-heartedly, arms folded tight across his chest as he gave one curt nod of his head. His words of course, were a lie, he didn't want his Boo to move out. And Boo heard that in his voice, heard also his sadness and the pain he felt, despite the fact that he tried to hide both from her.

"Tig, it's okay to feel sad you know, I've lived here for over five years now." Boo said, standing and placing a comforting hand on Tig's shoulder, tears in her own eyes too. She knew he'd be hurting because she hurt just as much, she didn't want to move out but she knew the time had come for her to move in with Chibs.

"Fuck off, I'm not sad." Tig said, shrugging Boo's hand off his shoulder rather forcefully, wiping at his eyes before turning to glare at Boo. He tried to make himself angry and fierce, drew on the anger he felt at himself for getting emotional and tearful over the situation. If he got angry and demanded Boo leave, it'd be easier on the both of them. She'd want to move out then, she'd want out as quickly as possible, "I want you to move out; I don't want you living with me anymore!" he cried, face red as he battled to keep back a fresh wave of tears, eyes bulging in forced anger, shaking finger pointing at Boo.

"Tig-" Boo said, stepping forward to hug her guardian despite the fact that she was suddenly scared of him. She knew he was hiding behind his anger, knew that he was really just upset. She expected Tig to hug her back, to give in and admit he was saddened by the fact that the time had come for her to move out, but he didn't, instead he pushed away, with such force she stumbled backwards, tripping on her graduation robes and falling back onto the couch.

"I said I want you to move out Boo!" he yelled as he pushed her away. Tig was angry at himself for being so violent with her, unable to believe for a moment that he'd actually laid his hands on her, but he used that anger to help push himself, to mask even more so the anguish he felt for having demanded that Boo move out. "I want you gone! Out by the end of the week." He spat, gesturing wildly in the direction of the door before storming into the kitchen in search of his whiskey so that he didn't have to look down at Boo's shocked and rather fearful expression a moment longer. Her wide, disbelieving eyes were shaking, full of tears, her face was pale, almost grey, and stained with freshly fallen tears. Looking at her was horrible and made Tig want to cry even more... he'd upset Boo more than he'd ever upset her before, he'd shoved her and scared the shit out of her, he'd hurt her... but these were all necessary evils. Or rather to Tig they were. He couldn't let her see how upset he was, she'd never move out if only because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. He had to be angry; he had to be cruel to make sure she'd move out...

"Okay..." Boo nodded, gulping back the tight knot that had formed in her throat as hot tears tumbled down her cheeks. As shocked and outraged as she was at Tig for shoving her, for yelling at her, she knew he was only doing it to mask his own pain, to make her moving out easier. Although Boo would much rather he was honest and open about how he was feeling so they could share their pain, so that they could hug and cry and start to work out how they were going to make up for the fact that they were no longer going to be living together. "I'll move out." She added, arms wrapping tight around her shaking form, round her clenched and aching tummy. "But I want you to know how sad it makes me..." she said, raising her voice so that Tig could hear her – it was obvious he was trying not to, he was stomping around the kitchen loudly, his back constantly too her in a vain attempt to ignore her completely. "I love living here Tig, why do you think I haven't moved out already?" she asked, despite knowing better than to expect an answer. "I'm gonna miss you so much..." she concluded sadly.

"Yeah, whatever kid." Tig said as he finally found his whiskey, before stomping into his room with it and slamming the door behind him, on Boo. Leaving her all alone, crying, broken, hurt beyond words.

"Tig..." It was a feeble cry, one that the Sergeant at Arms probably didn't even here, but Boo said it all the same as she slumped against the couch, tear soaked face buried in Tillie's soft, warm fur, heaving sobs rocking through her body every few seconds. Boo soon feel asleep curled up with Tillie on the couch, still in her graduation robes, worn from such a hyped up day as well as from the draining, emotional conversation she'd had with Tig, from the heart wrenching sobs she cried afterwards... Tig, in his bedroom, drank himself to sleep, glugging back his whiskey as though it were water, the harsh burn of it, the numbness of its effects doing little to stop him feeling guilty for what he'd done to Boo, doing far less to stop the anguish he felt over having demanded that she moved out. Tig, like Boo, feel asleep with tears staining his cheeks...

Well? What did you guys think? I promise you things will get a lot darker for Tig and Boo! The next chapter will centre around the day she moved out...

Reviews would be loved, they are incredibly motivational and make my writing more than worthwhile!