Tanya regained herself after a moment, realizing that Tig was still there, and she reached up, running her fingers through her hair. Gemma looked pleased that the woman wasn't willing to argue anymore, at least right at this moment.

"Alright, so let's get your things moved in, sound good?"Gemma said, giving a gentle smile to the war torn woman.

"Yeah, sounds good to me."Tanya said easily, before turning, glancing up at Tig only slightly, then started towards the door.

"Now Tig, don't let her lift a whole lot,"Gemma said, as Tig turned to follow after the woman.

Tanya paused and huffed lightly, giving a good shake of her head before she continued forward. Tig glanced down at her, and made a face, before glancing back at Gemma, giving a solid nod of his head. Tanya paused at the car and looked down, noticing that in the reflection, she looked exhausted, worn down. Tanya quickly turned away from that and started towards the trunk. Her whole car was full, but in retrospect, she didn't have the amount of things that one would imagine another having in ten years time.

Tanya yanked the ring where she'd put the keys to her apartment, which also held her car key, and stuck the key into the lock, popping the trunk open with a small turn. She yanked the key out and shoved the whole thing back into her pocket, before lifting the lid of the trunk completely up. She glanced back at Tig and gave a small smile, before reaching for one of the boxes.

"Where do you want this stuff?"Tig asked, as he moved to stand beside her, glancing to make sure it wasn't a big box she was trying to lift.

"Just set them in the living room, if you don't mind."Tanya said simply.

"Alright,"Tig said simply, before lifting the box and walking off.

Tanya stood there for a moment, before grabbing the box she'd been reaching for, and lifted it up. Her sides were instantly screaming, but it didn't stop her, she started away from her car, and towards the apartment, watching as Tig walked in front of her, and Tanya wondered idly for a moment when he'd come into Sons, because she didn't remember him before.

It only took about twenty minutes, between her and Tig, to get everything inside, and she shut the trunk of her car, before leaning against the cool metal, staring up at the front door. Gemma had already started unpacking her clothing and putting it away, and Tig was standing outside smoking. At some point, Tanya needed to go to the store and buy food, but not yet. She'd give it a few hours to wind down before she did anything else. Tanya sighed and pushed away from the car and started towards Tig, giving a bit of a smile as she stopped a bit away from him.

"Could I bum one off of you?"She asked, frustrated that she mumbled that, instead of speaking like a normal person.

"Yeah, but you gotta actually walk up to me and get it."Tig said easily, flashing a brilliant smile at her.

"Fine."Tanya said simply, and took a deep breath as she held her head up a bit, walking towards him, though careful not to get to close. She had a thing about staying just out of arms reach of a man. Ten years of abuse does that to a person.

"That's better."Tig said simply, before taking a cigarette out of the pack and handing it to her.

"Thanks,"Tanya said, as she received the cigarette and then a lighter.

"So...what's your story anyway?"Tig asked, taking a drag off of his cigarette, eyeing her carefully.

"What do you mean?"Tanya asked, blinking her eyes as if she were innocent to what he meant.

"Why is Gemma and the club so quick to help you?"

"It's a long story, but I knew the club when I was younger, my father did business with them, so when I needed help, and having no blood family, I figured they were the ones I needed to talk to,"Tanya said easily, as she flicked the ash off the tip of her cigarette.

"So what could a little girl like you have done to need the club's help?"Tig asked, raising an eyebrow, he was going to get answers out of her, he was determined to figure out what was going on.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't do anything, just found myself in a bad situation that I couldn't get out of alone."She said easily, brushing him off with a light smile, looking down at the ground, having trouble keeping eye contact with him.

"You make it hard to believe your trustworthy."Tig replied simply.

"Who said I wanted your trust anyway?"Tanya retorted, looking up long enough to shoot him a glare, before looking away again.

"Well, since Clay relies on me for a lot of things, I suppose having my trust would be a good idea."

"Clay relies on you, not me, so don't try and manipulate me into talking about things better left alone."Tanya hissed, before flicking the cigarette away, turning herself away from Tig to head inside.

"Are you like some lesbian man-hater or something?"

Tanya paused and turned back to look at Tig, taking a moment to actually meet his gaze, her eyes giving away the anger boiling inside of her. She gritted her teeth, and clenched her hands into fits, before taking a deep breath, shaking her head before she did something that would get her smacked around. She didn't want to be hit again because she didn't know how to keep her mouth shut.

"No, I'm not a lesbian."She said simply, before disappearing inside.

Tig just stood there for a moment, staring at the empty door way. There was some fight in this girl, but she didn't let it show. She was the most submissive human being he was certain he'd ever met. She wanted to say a lot more then she had, and he wondered idly what had kept her from doing so. It was like watching those battered women commercials on the television. Was that why she was here? He certainly hoped not, even he would never go so far as to beat on a woman, and he'd done a lot of screwed up things in his life.

Tanya took a deep breath when she realized that he hadn't followed after her, and closed her eyes for a moment. She wanted to be alone for a moment, feeling overwhelmed from all the people contact, and the fear of her ex-husband figuring out where she went. She bit her lip and took another deep breath, not paying attention to the fact that he had in fact followed her inside, and now Gemma was also in the living room, both of them watching quietly as she fought off an anxiety attack.

"Darlin', you okay?"Gemma finally spoke up, glancing at Tig, trying to decide if he was the cause.

Tanya jumped a bit and turned half to the side, looking at Gemma carefully for a moment, before giving a small smile and a nod of her head. Tig snorted, clearly not believing her, and rolled his eyes. Gemma looked at him for a moment, one eyebrow arched, and lips pursed, before giving a smile to Tanya, as if trying to reassure her.

"Are you sure?"Gemma asked again.

"Just...overwhelmed is all, I'll be alright after some rest."Tanya said easily.

"You make a habit of lyin' to people who try to help you?"Tig asked, taking a step back at the look he received from Gemma over the comment.

"No, I don't, but no offense, I don't trust you, I don't like men right now, and I don't want you standing there listening while I am in the midst of a life crisis, so forgive me if I come off as a raging lesbian man hater and a liar."Tanya snapped back, before closing her mouth tightly, and taking an involuntary step backwards, as if suddenly afraid,"I'm sorry...I've said to much, I'm so sorry."

"Tanya, relax."Gemma said, reaching out and putting a hand on the woman's shoulder,"Don't apologize, he shouldn't have been rude like that."

"But.."Tanya started and blinked at Gemma, that fear still bright in her eyes.

"But nothing, I told you that chapter was done, now have faith it wont happen anymore, alright."Gemma said softly, speaking under breath so that it was just between herself and Tanya.

"O-okay."

"Tig, why don't we go, so that Tanya can rest, she had a long day yesterday, and could probably use a hot shower."Gemma said, looking up at the man who was just staring, clearly confused as to what was going on.

"Uh..alright Gem, no problem."Tig replied, finally tearing his eyes away from the fragile woman in front of him.

"You've got my number if you need anything Tanya."Gemma said sweetly, before giving the woman a kiss on the cheek.

One Tanya was alone, she walked over to the couch, and slipped down, tears streaming down her cheek. She had been so afraid he was going to hit her, she had been afraid of speaking up for herself. What had she become? She sniffed and shook her head, a small hiccup slipping through her lips as she continued to cry. She hated this, feeling so weak, being so afraid. She wanted to be the person she'd been ten years ago. Strong, independent, out spoken, so many things are about herself that she missed, and she wasn't sure she'd ever get them back. She had to find a way though, even if it killed her.