Sail
Show: Sons of Anarchy
Plot: Jax and Tara are violently gunned down. For some ungodly reason, Tig ends up with their two boys. Meanwhile, the club starts to fall apart without Chibs's help. Can Juice earn back his place by helping the two? Rated M for later chapters. Slight slash in later chapters. Slight AU
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sons of Anarchy. Kurt Sutter does.
Chapter 1
Tiny cries echoed throughout the house. Tig Tragar's crystal blue eyes fluttered open when Thomas's crying hit his ears. A groan escaped his lips before he got out of bed. He headed to the boy's room. Abel was trying to get into the crib to calm his brother down. A small smile touched Tig's lips.
"Hey buddy," the older man grumbled as he picked Thomas out of the crib.
Little feet pattered down the hallway, following the Son as he went into the kitchen. Small sniffles were coming from the small Teller. Tig couldn't help, but ask himself, had it only been a week since the club had found out that both Jax and Tara had been gunned down?
It had been five days since he had found that he, Tig Tragar, was the guardian of the two young Teller boys. Not even Gemma had seen it coming. Now Tig was making a bottle for Thomas every morning.
A sigh found its way out of the biker's mouth as he gave the boys their breakfast. Tig sat across from Abel watching him eat the scrambled eggs. Both pairs of blue eyes met each other. Knocking sounded through the house, causing Tig to jump and grab a hand gun. He walked to the front door, pulling it open. The older man saw the mow hawked hair of Juice.
After letting him in, Tig said, "Don't scare me like that again Juice."
"I tried calling you, but you didn't answer," Juice said, shrugging as he walked into the house.
The younger man pursed his lips when he saw the hand gun. A disapproving look appeared on his face.
"What?" Tig asked before Juice went into the kitchen/ dining room area.
The other biker looked back at him with a raised eyebrow. He motioned over to the now messy table. Another sigh escaped the tired biker's mouth. The blond child was sitting on the table; scrambled eggs were strewn all over the wood. Thomas was sitting in his high chair, giggling at his older brother.
"Hey. It's not funny," Tig said as he pointed to the young Teller boy.
He put the hand gun down on the kitchen counter, safely out of the reach of the younger boys. He picked Abel up off the table while Juice went to go start a bath. As the older biker went into the bathroom, Juice took the time to bring up the club.
"Have you seen Chibs around lately?"
Blue eyes blinked and curls shook. He began to get the small boy ready for his bath.
"I haven't. Not since the funeral. Could you go get Tommy?" Tig asked, trying out the new nickname.
The younger male wore a defeated look on his face before going to get the youngest blond. Cooing Thomas, he walked back into the bathroom deep in thought. The weathered man took a moment from giving the older of the two children his bath to look at Juice.
"He'll come around Juice."
"What if he abandoned us? What if he abandoned me?" Juice asked, trying to keep himself from getting choked up.
Blue eyes blinked slightly, looking up into the brown eyes. A frown found its way to Tig's face.
"Chibs knows better than any of us that he shouldn't abandon the club. He'll come out of hiding soon" Tig answer before turning his attention back to Abel.
The boy in the tub happily splashed water as his caregiver continued to wash him. Juice put the seat of the toilet down before sitting down. He gently rubbed Thomas's back while he watched the two. Small cooing sounds filtered through the small mouth.
"Adorable aren't they?" Tig asked before pulling Abel out of the tub.
Brown eyes blinked. Juice was suddenly pulled back into reality. The older biker was busy drying off the blond child.
"Yeah. They are," Juice said after a few minutes.