This is for HaylsValo, I know you requested Chibs' point of view for this scene but Tig was screaming to give his opinion. I'll try to get Chibs in the game soon! I hope you all enjoy.

The room is dark except for the faint glow of the streetlights cutting through the blinds. He stands at the foot of the bed, unopened bottle in one hand, gun in the other. He's been staring down at them for a good five minutes now and he's really starting to feel like a complete creep but he doesn't know what else to do. He'd come to the dorm expecting to find Leila alone and still broken over the events of the day before. He'd brought the bottle to cheer her up and the gun as a present since she'd never get the one from the shooting back. This was as thoughtful as Tig got and the current turn of events was making him think it was more than he should bother with in the future.

Leila still sleeps like she did as a child and the fact the Chibs found out first makes Tig's stomach churn. She's curled up on her stomach, her head to the side, one hand tucked up under her chin. Her messy black curls are loose down her back; he really hates how different the dark hair makes her look. It's too harsh. The Scot is on his side next to her, one of his arms draped across her back in what Tig easily recognizes as a protective hold. He also doesn't miss the way Chibs has her on the side of the bed farthest from the door, or the gun on the nightstand. None of it really matters though because Tig got in unnoticed so anyone else could have.

Tig can still remember when Leila used to curl up with him that way. There'd been a time between her second and sixth birthdays that Margaret had stumbled back into drugs pretty hard. Gemma had tried to help pick up the slack and Tig threw money at the woman hoping she would get some help but there was nothing for it. He'd found the track marks for the first time when Leila was 26 months. After that he'd made a point of hanging around Margaret's small apartment just to keep an eye on things. Margaret had immediately started taking advantage, treating Tig like a live in babysitter, or maybe like a real father but mostly he'd felt like a nanny.

He'd done his best to keep the kid to her routine but it was hard when he had no idea when bedtime was or what the kid ate. He can still remember her toddler indignation the first time he tried to give her a bottle or when he'd ordered chicken wings. The worst part of the entire mess was the nursery, Margaret had gone all girly with that shit, the room was full of pink frilly nonsense and dolls.

After the first night he'd given up trying to put the kid to bed in there and started just curling up with her in the master bedroom. She was a fitful sleeper, constantly kicking out at him. The only way he could get her to to go down peacefully was to roll her on her stomach and sleep with an arm around her. He'd lay awake for hours next to her, gun in hand, ready to shoot anyone and anything that he perceived a threat. The scene before him now is far too familiar.

He focuses back in on the couple before him and his mind wanders to the only other time in his little girl's life they'd shared a bed. It had been in the year after Margaret died, before Leila started spending most of her nights in the spare room at Gemma and Clay's. Leila had been a disaster after her mother's death but she rebuffed every offer of comfort Tig sent her way. Imagine his surprise when he woke up after a brilliant bender with his Kitten curled up in the bed next to him; her eyes still red with tears. He figured it was just a fluke, but then it happened the next time he came home drunk, and the next.

He'd started playing along. He still felt bad about the deception but all it took was a bit of stomping in the foyer and some slurring in the hallway. He'd crawl into the bed and wait, pretending to sleep, until his door would crack open and she'd crawl into the bed next to him. He'd wait, forcing himself to keep his breathing even in an imitation of sleep until she'd drifted off and then he'd pull her close. His baby had never had high expectations but Tig had tried to meet the ones he could.

He only has one expectation for her; do better than he did. SAMCRO is not the life he wants for any of his children. Gemma and Clay may push and push and push Jax into the club but Tig's girls are going to get free of the old lady life. He takes one more look at his girl's peaceful face, taking in the lines of her cheeks and the way her dark lashes lay like sable on her skin and he pulls the slide on the gun.

"Get up." Tig keeps his voice low but he's careful to press the barrel into Chibs' temple with some force. The Scot's eyes snap open instantly and he makes a grab for the gun on the nightstand but Tig's already taken care of that possibility. "Slow now, don't want to wake my little girl." Chibs' eyes narrow and Tig is well aware that the Scot could report him for pulling a gun on a brother. This is worth the risk.

The boxer pulls himself out of the bed with the expected grace and Tig glances at Leila to make sure she's still sleeping soundly. He doesn't say anything just points the gun towards the door and Chibs takes the hint moving to the exit in silence. It's late, or early rather, but no one else is up and Tig directs them to Chibs' dorm, closing the door firmly behind them.

"What the fuck." The Scot's voice is angry and he sits down on the edge of the bed still staring down the barrel of the revolver.

"You fucking her?" It's the thing that bothers Tig the most. The idea that Leila might have gone and gotten herself tangled up while he was laid up and unable to stop it.

"No." The Scot's eyes are honest and his voice is firm. Tig nods and holsters the gun.

"Good. Don't. Consider this your only warning." Tig's in business mode now, there's none of the softness he usually reserves for his oldest child. Chibs nods.

"I understand the protective thing Tigger but I have to ask, why do yeh care? The way she talks yeh've never really been the paternal type." It's like a knife to his gut but Tig refuses to let it show. He's done his best by Leila, it may not be normal or what she wanted but he's tried to do what he can for her.

"Leila's better than this shit. She's not an fuck and leave girl and you better understand that." Her mother had been better than this life too but by the time Tig had found her, Margaret had already been a croweater for almost a year and she was in too deep to save. He'd do better by his girl.

"Aye, and I'm not trying to fuck and leave. She's already managed that with the prospect yeh know." That takes the wind right out of Tig's sails and he sinks down into the room's only chair.

"Seriously?"

"Aye, ran right to the goofy boyo after the strip club bullshit. He was the only one that didn't know beforehand." Of course she did. That's his baby, using sex where words would be better. She gets that from him.

"Doesn't mean you have to rub up on it." Tig turns back to his transplant brother. "I don't want her to stay Chibs."

"Figures, didn't even know yeh had a daughter until she told me who she was." Tig is immediately indignant at the Scot's attitude and thinks about pulling the gun again but leaves it go. It's a true statement, he doesn't ever talk about his girls but it's more for their protection than for lack of pride. Tig loves his babies but he's too bad a man to have such delicate weaknesses. Pretending they don't exist when they're not in Charming keeps them safe and it keeps his head in the game.

"It's not because I don't love her." Tig has a sudden urge to defend the situation and he feels vindicated when the Scot nods.

"I know Tiggy, I have a baby of my own." Tig stiffens as the other man goes for a pocket but relaxes when he only comes up with a wallet. Chibs digs around in the old leather for a moment and suddenly Tig is presented with a photograph. The girl's young, maybe four, she's dark skinned and has wild curls but the resemblance is obvious. She shares the Scot's liquid brown eyes. "Her name's Kerrianne," Chibs continues, "she'll be six this year. Her ma and me…" he pauses for a long moment, "there were things about our relationship that made it impossible. They're still in Ireland and I'm here."

The news is startling and Tig slouches back in the chair rubbing a hand down his face. "Does Leila know?"

"No, no reason to tell her." Tig nods, he understands this kind of protection. It's like a secret father witpro. Keep your children hidden from the world and they'll grow up safe and happy. It's only when you let them out that the shit starts to pile up.

"Do you plan to fuck her? And don't bullshit me brother I saw you two in bed, I know that look." He talks through his hands.

"Yeh don't care if I fuck her, yeh care if I plan to try and keep her." Tig glances back at the Scot's face and finds his eyes serious. The bastard had hit the nail on the head. Tig didn't care if Chibs planned to get his dick wet, that was Leila's business but trying to tie her down, feelings, those were Tig's business and he planned to make sure they didn't happen.

"Fine," Tig snaps, "Do you plan to keep her?"

"No, I've already made it clear to the girl that I'm not interested if she plans on leaving. All yeh walked in on tonight was a bit of comfort." That's hardly reassuring.

"It's comfort I should have been giving." The Scot just shrugs at the accusation.

"All the same, I'm not trying to keep her here, if she wants to leave she can without a negative word from me." Tig can tell there's a but coming, "but I'm not going to push her away if she stays on her own. I like yer lass, a bit too much probably." Tig feels his stomach drop and his temper rise.

"She can do better than you." There's venom in his voice.

"Aye she can. But that's for her to decide isn't it." The self-righteous tone of his voice is infuriating.

"I'll slit your fucking throat." The threat is natural and serious in its delivery. Tig can't even remember how many times he's said those words in that order. He means it more this time.

"And I'll make sure the club knows yeh drew a gun on a sleeping brother. Then we'll both be dead, me for real and yeh without the club." The logic is not without merit and while the Scot may not keep his soft side as well buried as some of the other brothers Tig has no doubt he'll follow through. Chibs has more than proven he can be a hard man when he wants to be. It was one of the reasons Tig had respected him, until tonight of course.

"So we're at an impasse then?" There's no other way for this to go.

"I guess we are." The Scot's eyes are like steel and Tig wonders if maybe Chibs can do a better job of protecting Leila than he has. The sergeant at arms moves to stand, there's a bottle back in his dorm that's calling his name and he'd like to drown all this trouble. "If she stays you keep her safe. She doesn't trust me to do that anymore but she'll think you can. Don't fuck it up." The words feel like a concession to the inevitable.

"I will brother. If she stays I swear I'll keep her safe for yeh." There's no sarcasm in his voice and Tig has no choice but to believe him. So he just nods and makes his exit.

Leila's still fast asleep when he gets back to the dorm and Tig settles himself on the end of the bed, popping the cork on the whiskey. He plans to get drunk as quickly as possible. The conversation with the Scot replays in his head and Tig hopes tonight is the end of things. It won't be, but he can hope and he can get drunk and maybe tomorrow he'll find the courage to tell her all his secrets.

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I hoped you all liked that. Reviews are always welcome, good or bad. I've really been enjoying these one shots so come at me with requests if you have them.