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 3
Tig laid on his bed with Thomas lying on his chest and Abel lying in a curl on the bed next to him. The biker had spent the past couple of hours awake, thinking about the other two bikers. His fingers were absently tracing circles on the baby's back.
A yawn escaped the biker's mouth. This wasn't how he was planning on living his life after his divorce and the death of his daughter. Blue eyes closed after a few more minutes of restless thinking. He eventually stopped tracing circles on Thomas's back.
His eyes opened once again when he heard small whimpers coming from Abel's mouth. He looked down to see the toddler curled up closer to his body. One of his chubby hands had gripped onto Tig's pajama bottoms.
The biker placed a hand flat on Thomas's back as he sat up. He placed the youngest boy down in front of him on the bed. Tig picked up Abel gently. He felt tempted to pick up the phone and call Gemma. He placed the thoughts in the back of his mind as he rocked the blond child back and forth on the bed.
Thomas squirmed awake by the biker's movements. Tara's brown eyes looked up at him.
"Your brother's having a nightmare," Tig whispered.
He reached down and gently touched Thomas' head. A small smile graced the child's lips as he babbled in his own talk. Thomas reached out to be picked up by Tig. The biker readjusted Abel in his arms to pick up the smaller boy. He cradled Thomas in one arm, holding Abel over his heart.
He balanced holding both boys while he got out of bed. Tig walked slowly over to the living room, trying not to disturb Abel. He finally sat down in his recliner. Dust flew out from the bottom of the chair. Tig mentally cursed. He had forgotten how long it had been since he sat in it.
He leaned back in the recliner. The aging biker found his eyes beginning to droop until they finally closed again. Rest didn't come easy for Tig. He found himself awake often that night, trying to help the two boys go to sleep.
Tig leaned against the wall in the morning; cell phone to his ear.
"Hey Ge. Could you take the boys for the day?" he asked, peering into the living room.
"I'm at the shop right now. Isn't Juice with you?"
"He's with Chibs right now out of country. Thought you would like some time with your grandchildren."
Tig could hear Gemma sigh on the other end of the line. He walked into the living room so that he could sit on the floor with the two boys.
"Please Gemma. Just for a couple of hours," Tig said rubbing the side of his face. "I really need to sleep."
"Fine. Fine! I'm on my way Tig," Gemma said. "Have their stuff ready."
Tig heard the rattling of her car keys in the background. A small smile graced his lips when he hung up the phone. He placed the phone on the coffee table next to him. The aging biker scratched his head before starting to play along with the two young brothers.
It wasn't long before he heard a knocking on his front door. Tig groaned as he stood up. He walked over to the door, pulling it open. Gemma rushed into the house. The oldest man was left standing at the door, looking at Venus.
"Hey Tiger," Venus said as she walked past Tig.
Tig's eyes followed her before he shut the door. He walked into the living room. His fingers found their way to his hair. Gemma had by then picked up Thomas. Her piercing eyes looked at him.
"Where's their stuff Tig?" she asked.
"In their room," the man said, smiling awkwardly.
Gemma shook her head before she headed to the boy's room. Uneasiness settled heavy in the air. By then, Venus had taken a seat on the edge of Tig's couch.
"So how's second fatherhood treating you Tiger?" Venus asked when Tig finally sat down in his recliner.