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Boo tugged a plain black hoodie over her shoulders reluctantly. It was far too warm – for her at least – to be wearing it, but she knew she'd be cold on the back of Tig's bike. She was in too much off a good mood to moan about it though. Tig had looked over the bike she was fixing after she was done, and grudgingly told her that she'd indeed done everything right, and that the bike was fixed and ready to be returned to its owner.

"Wanna take the long way home doll?" Tig asked as he passed his apprentice his helmet, going without himself as he didn't have a spare. He could use the long ride, it would clear his head a bit, ease the dull throbbing that was building in his temple. If nothing else, it would wear him down enough to be able to sleep once he got back to Clay and Gemma's house.

"Sure thing." Boo grinned, sweeping her hair up into a ponytail before putting her helmet on. Tig gave the helmet a swift flick to make sure it was on right, before grinning and pulling on his sunglasses. "Asshole!" Boo groaned as Tig ducked out of hitting range, getting on his bike with a smug grin.

"Hop on." He said, patting the space behind him. Boo swung her leg over the bike and pulled herself closer to Tig, careful not to press her chest against him. The last time she'd done that he'd joked about how having her breasts pressed against his back turned him on. She'd never felt herself go so red! For days afterwards, her cheeks still burned whenever she saw Tig and now he teased her about having a crush on him, but that was far from the truth! She had at first, she'd admit to that, and yes she admired and adored him but rumours and supposed truths about his sex life had been enough to cool the lustful warmth her heart had created for him. He was her protective older brother, her best friend and the thought of him ever being any more than that chilled Boo's bone's cold! "Hold on tight." Tig called out over the roar of the bike starting up. Boo laced her fingers together around Tig's stomach as they took off out of Teller-Morrow. He made some comment about her being all hot and bothered, but Boo ignored him, just revelled in the feel of the wind against her cheeks, the way Charming sped by her eyes to the point where every shop and person was just a blur of colour. Soon she and Tig were speeding past the 'Welcome to Charming' sign, heading towards the long stretch of highway that looped back round Charming and brought them out near the Teller-Morrow household.

It wasn't long before they hit the part of the highway that was rarely used, it was empty and practically clear of cars which Tig took as an excuse to speed up. Boo giggled at the rush, the almost sick feeling in her stomach that made her heart race whenever Tig pushed the speed limit more than usual. Her enjoyment however, was short-lived. Within a minute of Tig hitting the throttle, they came across a discarded motorcycle, laying on its side surrounded by little bits of broken plastic that had one point been part of the bike. Obviously, the rider had crashed, but no one was in sight. "Shit..." Tig cursed as they pulled up alongside it, he jumped off his bike to get a closer look at the one lying in the road, his blue eyes scanning over it. He recognised the bike, that was a certainty, but for the life of him he couldn't work out who it belonged too. There were no markings on it, not the reaper or the 'A' of anarchy, nor any marks belonging to any rival MC. The bike was familiar though, and for some reason it reminded Tig of James. A Nomad who had only been in Charming once or twice... Tig could only assume the bike belonged to him. "I think that bike belongs to one of the Nomads." Tig said, drawing his gun as he did a quick scan of the area, looking for any evidence that might tell him what happened to James. There was nothing. No footsteps, no discarded helmet, no tire marks. Tig knew something wasn't right. "Wait here Boo." He said to Boo, giving her a solemn and stern look, letting her know he was serious. He couldn't have her following him, it was too much of a risk and while he didn't like leaving her alone and unprotected, it was the lesser of two evils.

"K..." Boo nodded, getting off Tig's bike and leaning against it. She felt a little uneasy as she watched Tig wander off into the sparse, bare wasteland that surrounded the highway, but trusted in the Sergeant at Arms to keep her safe. After all, nothing had ever happened to her in his care before. The man would rather die before he let any harm come to her! Still, she couldn't quite calm the uneasy feeling in her stomach. A few minutes later, Tig disappeared into a cluster of trees in search of the owner of the discarded bike, and Boo's feeling of unease intensified. "Tig..?" she cried out, when the mechanic didn't return quick enough for her liking. There was no response so, ignoring Tig's command, Boo moved off his bike and headed towards the place where she'd last seen him. She only got as far as the other bike.

"Step away from the bike little lady..." called a male voice from behind her, startling her so much she cried out. Whoever was behind her had a Mexican accent, but it was so americanised it was obvious he hadn't been to his homeland in years. Knowing the guy likely had a gun, Boo held her hands up and slowly turned around, stepping away from the bike at the same time. The guy was indeed pointing a gun at her, and was clearly Mexican, middle aged with grey hairs outnumbering the black on his head and wrinkles marring his dark face. The patches on his cut informed her that he was a Nomad for the Mayans MC. Well, Tig was right. Half right anyways! Boo thought to herself as the Mayan Nomad stared at her, eyeing her up and down for a few seconds before a look of realisation fell across his face. "You're Clay Morrow's girl..." he muttered - to which Boo could only nod - before walking towards her, gun still aimed at her head. Once close enough to touch her, the Mayan took one hand off his gun before reaching out and groping at her breasts. He sneered at her, spat on the floor, when he found there was little too them. Boo wasn't voluptuous like her mother. At least not yet anyways. She was a late developer – having only started her periods just before moving to Charming – and right now she'd never been more thankful for it, hoped it would be enough to put the guy off wanting to grope at her more."Not much to you is there?" he laughed, before grabbing her belt buckle and jerking her forward, so close to him their nose's brushed against one another's. Boo shrieked but said nothing, her throat clogged with fear, preventing her from crying out to Tig. The Mayan sneered at her as he pressed his gun to the side of her temple, before using his free hand to undo her belt. Boo could only tremble as tears poured silently down her cheeks, he was going to rape her and there was nothing she could do about it, and in her panicked state, her mind had turned into a paranoid mess that had convinced her that the Mayan had gotten to Tig first. And killed him. But Boo was wrong, and as the Mayan struggled to undo her belt buckle one handed, he was tackled by Tig. The pair of them fell to the floor - the Mayan's gun discarded beside them – trashing and kicking out at one another. Tig, almost completely overtaken by rage, seemed to have the upper hand until the Mayan managed to elbow him in the nose. Blood sprayed everywhere as Tig cried out with the pain, heightening his rage even more so. Seemingly seeing a darker shade of red, Tig went into overdrive and grabbed the guy by the hair before repeatedly smashing his face into the road, each impact making a sickening thud. Boo backed away fearfully as she watched the men brawl. She had never seen Tig in such an unhinged state and she was suddenly terrified of him all over again. Even more so when he managed to pin the Mayan's arms down and bit down on his cheek, taking a huge chunk of skin away with him in his grinning, blood-filled mouth. It seemed to her that he was getting off on beating the hell out of the Nomad Mayan! Boo couldn't help but shudder. "ARGH! Mother-fucker!" the Mexican biker cried out moments later when Tig hit him in the balls with all the strength he could muster. Knowing he had just a few moments, Tig jumped to his feet, wiping his mouth clean of the Mexicans blood, grabbing the guys discarded gun at the same time. He rushed to Boo's side and pulled her against his chest, softening his features' when he saw the terror on her face. He hated that he was scaring her, but knew it was near unavoidable. If he hadn't attacked the guy then... well he didn't like to think. Boo clung to Tig at once, fear of him disappearing the second he had looked over at her. The hardened hate filled mask had vanished, his eyes melting sympathetically as soon as he'd caught sight of her. He was Tig once again, and not some sociopath lost to the violent task at hand.

"Don't look kid..." Tig muttered, turning Boo's head so her face was pressed against his chest and she couldn't see what was about to happen. She knew of course, that Tig was going to kill the Mayan – who she could hear begging for his life – rape didn't go down at all with the Sergeant at Arms, or indeed any of the club, and death was the only suitable punishment for it. Still just because Boo knew what was about to happen, didn't make it any easier for her to deal with. She focussed hard on holding onto Tig, the feel of his cut beneath her fingers, the soft cotton of his favourite blue shirt beneath her cheek, and the smell of him, oil, leather, cigarettes, beer and some sort of cologne. She recognised the smell, but couldn't think of the colognes name and concentrated hard on trying to remember it. Concentrated so hard she missed the sound of the gun being fired, missed the sounds of the Nomad Mayan's dying groans and the second shot that finally killed him. "You alright Boo?" Tig asked, gently prying her away from his chest moments later. He still felt full of rage at the Mayans actions – it had been a long time since he'd felt rage like it – but when Boo looked up at him, blue eyes so filled with tears they looked like they were made from water, anger made way for sympathy and the need to comfort the girl.

"I..." she stammered, not sure what to say at all. On the one hand, Tig had killed the guy, had protected her and ensured her safety. On the other, he'd just beaten the hell out of the guy that had tried to rape her and killed him while he'd held Boo against his chest. "No." She whispered eventually, feeling bile rise in her throat at the knowledge that a man had died just feet away from her - because of her- and that his dead body was lying somewhere behind her. Nodding, Tig pulled Boo back against his chest, one hand rubbing her back in soothing circles as the other dug in his pocket in search of his prepay. Boo simply clung to him once again.

"I'm gonna call Jax, get him to sort this, then I'll take you home okay?" He said, flipping open the phone before scrolling down the contacts list for the VP's prepay number, almost unaware that Boo had failed to respond to his words. Tig knew that Skeeter had just racked up a whole load of gambling debt at a bare knuckled fist fight the night before, having bet against the man that Tig himself had bet on. Tig had been pleased to come away from the fight a few grand richer, but knew that money would have to be sacrificed to pay off Skeeters debt and allow the club to cremate the dead Mayan on his watch. Gambling never pays off! Tig thought bitterly to himself as he waited for Jackson to answer his cell.

SAMCRO

Any other time and Chibs Telford wouldn't have dared to be this close to her. Not with Jimmy O and his men an ever present threat in her life. But within the hour, Chibs was leaving Ireland – possibly forever – and so the risk was worth taking. After all he might not see his beloved little girl ever again.

She was easy to spot amongst the playing school children, being 11 now she and her school friends were above the childish games of their classmates and were gathered around a picnic bench chatting happily amongst themselves. Kerrianne had grown so much since the last time Chibs had seen her – near on 5 years previously – her chubby, childlike features had made way for a long, lean frame, her face now sharp and defined, hair however, still a wild dark mess of curls. She looked so much like her mother. Beautiful, striking, an Irish beauty with a hint of her Scottish ancestry shining through in her eyes. Eye's identical to her fathers. Chibs own eyes shone with tears as he watched his daughter. How he wished he could just go and talk to her, go and tell her that he loved her and that he missed her, that there wasn't a single day that passed when he didn't think of her! But that really was too much of a risk. Jimmy would have his life if he dared to speak to Kerrianne. And besides, the last time he'd seen his little girl – the last time she had seen him – his face had been unmarked, unscarred. Perfect. He wondered if he would scare her now, his scarred face too nightmarish for her to handle? Would she even recognise him? Or would the years since she'd last seen him have faded her memory of him to the point where she couldn't even call up a picture of his face in her mind? He hoped that she did remember him, made himself believe that she did. He didn't want to taint her memory of him by letting her see what he had since become...

Rubbing his eyes to stop his tears from falling, Chibs sunk to the ground, leaning his back against a tree so he could angle himself enough to still see Kerrianne. He wanted to treasure this moment, hold onto it as long as possible. He didn't at all regret his decision to come and see Kerrianne; he had worried for a long while that seeing her after so long would be stupid and overwhelmingly heartbreaking but although it had broken his heart, the sight of her happy and healthy, so grown up and beautiful had been enough to make up for that. Chibs was glad that his last memory of her would be like this.

Chibs stood to leave 10 minutes later, when a loud ring signalled the end of the children's lunch break. He slowly wandered back towards the car where his nephew Padraic and his brother-in-law Conner sat waiting to take him to the ferry on which he would travel to mainland UK and catch a flight from London to LA, still watching Kerrianne, occasionally losing her amongst the sea of shattered children being herded back into the school building. He wanted to watch her until the last possible second...

"Filip, hurry up! We gotta get yeh teh that ferry before it leaves fer the mainland!" yelled Conner, stirring Chibs from his thoughts. He was about to curse his brother-in-law out, when he realised Kerrianne had heard, had stopped dead in the playground, and was looking straight at him.

"Christ..." he muttered to himself, dragging his fingers through his hair as his mind raced, debating whether or not to jump in the car and sped off. For the longest moment, he and Kerrianne stood and stared at one another, neither sure what to do, what move to make. The moment stretched on, agonisingly slowly, until Kerrianne broke it. She smiled shyly at her father, nodded her head at him. Chibs beamed back at her, held his hand up in a half-arsed attempt at a wave, his stomach contorted painfully, his head still unsure if it was the right move to make. There was another pause, a moment where Chibs continued to beam and didn't think to lower his hand, and Kerrianne's smile got a little wider with each second longer she stared at her father. Then suddenly she bolted, running away from her classmate's, ignoring her teachers cries, towards the school gate's, which were locked but low enough for them lean over and embrace. Ignoring whatever Conner was yelling at him, Chibs darted to the gate, getting there just moments before his daughter. He didn't care if Jimmy found out about this, didn't care if it cost him his life. He was going to give his daughter one final hug come hell or high water! "My girl... I can't believe it... look at yeh! Yer all grown up." He cried tears spilling down his cheeks as his only child threw her arms around him. He embraced her at once, arms tight around her. He didn't ever want to let her go! They held one another for a few seconds before Chibs pulled away, pressing his lips against Kerrianne's forehead before smiling down at her, eyes taking every part of her, committing it to memory. His daughter just smiled shyly up at him, eyes fixated on the scars that littered his cheeks.

"I know yer leavin' Ireland Da, I heard mum talking about yeh last night." She whispered sadly, moving her hand to his face so that her fingers could trace the scars on his cheeks. Chibs shuddered under her touch, hating that she had to see him like this, but Kerrianne did not pull her hand away, just continued to trace her fingers over them, staring at them intently. "Did d- I mean Jimmy do that teh yer face?" she asked eventually, shaking her head when she almost referred to Jimmy as her father, hating herself for almost making that mistake in front of the man who really was her father. She knew it would be hell for him, hearing her call the man that had scarred him for life 'Da'. Chibs, although hurt by it, understood that Kerrianne had spent the better part of 5 years calling Jimmy 'Da' and knew it was a mistake easily made.

"Aye darlin', but don't yeh worry yerself 'bout it, it happed a long time ago. I'm all healed now." He assured Kerrianne, taking her hands in his, pulling them away from his scarred cheeks and too his lips. He kissed her knuckles gently, before reaching out and tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

"I..." Kerrianne muttered, voice trailing off when she realised she didn't know what to say. How could she sum up 5 years off missing him in just a few moments? How could she sum up how much she hated that he wasn't in her life, how she hated that he was leaving Ireland for good? "I wish yeh didn't have teh leave Da..." was all she was able to come up with. But it said it all. Chibs nodded, kissed his little girl on the forehead once again.

"I know darlin' but I can't stay in Ireland anymore, not with Jimmy on me back, constantly danglin' yeh in front of me." He explained solemnly, scowling at the memories that flashed up in his mind. Every run, every IRA based meeting had Jimmy casually mentioning Kerrianne and Fiona. He talked about how Kerrianne was doing at school, about Fiona's making him wonderful home cooked meals, about days out as a family... all the while sneering over at Chibs, a grin on his face and a look in his eyes that screamed 'Come on, come and get me! I dare yeh!' "He always talks about yeh, and yer ma... it hurts too bad to be so close to yeh, and yet so far." The Scot added with a sigh. It was pathetic really, running away from Jimmy because he couldn't stand him rubbing the fact that he had Kerrianne and Fiona in his face, but it was killing him. Driving him to the brink of insanity. And Chibs knew that if he stayed in Ireland, he'd end up putting a bullet in his own head just to make the insanity stop.

"I have to go." Kerrianne groaned when her father's words were overlapped by a disgruntled teacher calling out to her. She knew the teacher wouldn't dare come over – SAMBEL's reputation stretched far across Northern Ireland and her father was still wearing his cut – but she knew if she didn't go back, something might be said to her mother, or worse to Jimmy. Jimmy wouldn't hurt her, she knew that much, but she didn't know what he might do to her father. "I love yeh Da." She said, embracing him one last time. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes, spilled down her cheeks, but Kerrianne didn't care. 5 years of pent up pain finally had a chance of release, and she wasn't about to deny herself that.

"I love you too darlin'." Chibs replied tenderly, clutching Kerrianne tightly as tears fell from his own eyes. The teacher called out again, and so reluctantly, Kerrianne stepped away from her father's embrace, flashed him a parting smile, before darting after her teacher. Chibs watched until she disappeared into the school and out of sight... out of his life. Forever.

"Christ Chibs! Come on, yer gonna miss the ferry!" Conner yelled out to him as he stared out into the empty spot where Kerrianne had just been. Although shocked by the sound, Chibs did not jump, merely nodded, all but lost to the world around him. He clambered back into Conner's car, keeping his head ducked to hide his tears, not saying a word to either his brother-in-law or his nephew. Chibs knew that if he dared to speak before he had a chance to get a hold of himself, he'd never be able to stop the flow of tears that would come. They drove in silence to where Chibs would board the ferry that would take him to England. He knew it was highly likely that this would be the last time he'd see Conner and Padraic, but after his emotional reunion and goodbye with Kerrianne, he didn't think he could take much more.

"Yeh take care now kid, no more stupid accidents." Chibs grinned to Padraic as he waited to board the ferry 20 minutes later, slinging an arm around his nephews shoulder as his eyes drifted down to the teenagers legs, which were still heavily bandaged under his jeans. A few weeks earlier, the 15 year old had gotten it into his head to jump on Chibs bike and take it for a spin. He'd crashed straight into the clubhouse wall, shattering his pelvis and making a right royal mess of his legs. If the crash hadn't been embarrassing enough for the lad, the operation's he'd recently had as a result had made him temporarily incontinent... and he was wearing adult nappies until the problem subsided. The teen grinned at his uncle; his cheeks flushed a violent red.

"Aye, won't happen again." He promised, knowing he'd be true to his word. There was already no living down the first accident; another would make him the club clown for life! "I'll learn how teh ride right." He assured his uncle, patting him on the back before giving him a hug. The older man hugged him back, patting his shoulders in a manly way as he did so. When they broke apart, Chibs shrugged off his SAMBEL cut and held it out to Padraic. Shocked by the gesture, Padraic shook his head and refused to take it, despite knowing that Chibs was getting a new top rocker in Charming.

"I know yer itching teh join lad, take it." Chibs insisted, thrusting the leather into his nephew's hands. After all, he no longer had any need for it, there was a new cut waiting for him in Charming and he knew it would mean something to Padraic if he patched in wearing his uncles cut. Giving in, the teenager went to slip the cut over his shoulders, but Chibs stopped him with a laugh and a shake of his head. "Wear it when yer patched in." He said, pointing a finger at Padraic's chest, eyes narrowed sternly. McGee would rip the boy a new arsehole if he caught him wearing a SAMBEL cut before being patched in.

"Aye, that I will Chibs." Padraic nodded taking the hint, folding the cut over his arm instead. Chibs nodded at the boy, patting his shoulder before turning to his brother-in-law. Conner wasn't a member of the Sons of Anarchy, but Chibs was sure that he was fast becoming a major player in the real IRA. He hoped desperately that his brother-in-laws allegiances didn't put distance between him and his son. Now that Chibs was leaving Ireland, Conner was all Padraic had.

"Take care of 'im brother." He asked, patting Padraic on the arm as he spoke. "And my girls', watch over 'em for me." He added, voice faltering only a little as his mind was taken back to Kerrianne once again. But he refused to give in to the anguish that came with that, at least not until he was alone on a long haul flight across the Atlantic. Conner nodded stiffly, not as good as all the emotional goodbye crap as Chibs was. His time in the IRA had made him near null and void of any emotion other than anger and jealousy. There was no such thing as family in the IRA, no such thing as sad goodbyes. Just ugly death, endless pain and a constant battle for power. All of course, for the cause.

"Aye." he said simply, before embracing Chibs like a brother. He really was saddened to see his brother-in-law go, but was also glad that the Scot was heading stateside. He knew it wouldn't be long before Jimmy O grew weary of making a mockery of Chibs and had him killed just out of spite, or just for his own sick amusement."Take care brother. You'll do well in Charmin'." He assured Chibs, knowing that the biker was having his doubts about patching over to SAMCRO.

"I can only hope." Chibs grinned; grabbing his bags as an announcement went out, letting him know that the ferry was ready to board. After embracing his family once and saying his final goodbyes, Chibs boarded the ferry without a backwards glance.

Holy shit was this chapter longer than I planned. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I promise you that Chibs and Boo will finally meet in the next chapter!

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