Disclaimer – The characters of this fanfiction, as well as the 'Sons of Anarchy' world belong to Kurt Sutter, with the exception of Nadia and Brad Cohen, who are original characters created by me. I make no profit from this work.

This is how I see the final of the story with Nadia and her significance for the club. The relationship with Tig is all spice! Hope you want to find out how I see this ending.

Reviews are welcomed! Thank you!

Bad Seeds

Nadia continued to visit Tig's den with a frequency which almost turned it religious. They barely spoke and she never staid afterwards, there were no breakfasts and no showers together. It wasn't the well of subjects that ran dry, but she avoided all discussion on purpose. This didn't stop her from noticing things, however, some very concerning indeed. Tig got increasingly bored with his new life and was preparing to leave. Clay was trying to engage in business behind Jax's back, in a confusing game which involved the Chief and the Irish Kings. The mechanic knew it all and he also understood he was being lied to. It occurred to him that Clay's lies have cost him far too much already and that there was little hope for falling on the same page, even if neither liked Jax. Tig feared getting trapped into helping the former President into a strategy to shoot back to the top of the hierarchy. He didn't want it mainly because he felt used, especially since the lack of credible information was chronic. Perhaps realizing the true motive for Clay's generosity towards him, Tig grew weary of it and sought a way out. He began contacting old friends he'd made even before getting patched up.

On the other hand, Jax dealt with Brad as if her brother represented some sort of way out: the future of crime belongs to the black ties and the quiet geeks. It got obvious Jax hated the CIA deal and especially the drug traffic. Nero's increasing influence over him concerned Tara, even more so since Gemma hooked up with him. Nadia knew the CIA deal was nothing less than using one clan to destroy all the others before the government would get involved for real and burry the Sons too. The oldest trick in the book. As for the alternative introduced by Brad and his legit dealings, that was another crap, dictated by the brothers' real employers, the Mossad. Since the CIA was concerned with SAMCRO and the Jews had a very good interest to know what the CIA were busy with, Jax and his team became their business too. Nadia couldn't whisper a word about it, she knew which "club" she belonged too. Yet the idea of destroying these people's lives soured her soul.

In the time elapsed since her sudden debut, she grew fond of Gemma, whom, just like Tig, she almost worshiped and at the same time disliked in relation to Tara. One of the reasons of such link was Gemma's Jewish ancestry, the "feisty side", as she used to call it. However, it was the medic who became her true friend, initially because Tara feared a beautiful woman so close to Jax, although she never admitted her trust in him wasn't 100%. The way she was keeping everything in check reminded of the old matriarch, thus amusing Nadia, who loved a good confrontation wherever she could get one.

As for Juice, he was still craving as much as she rejected him. It worked from the point of view of keeping him occupied, but it drained her energy. When she blatantly told him they had no future together, his reaction made her fear for her own life, far worse than Tig's drama earlier on. Chibs figured it all out very soon. He followed her everywhere, but eventually her addiction won over even the most basic precaution.

"I told you to stay away from Tiggy," said the new VP one day as she was returning from the Reservation.

"I don't know what you mean," she responded faking indifference.

"Don't even try, you tart. You smell of sex!"

She knew Chibs demanded Tig to stop and that he simply responded: "I have her where I wanted." He told her everything in a rare and yet very brief conversation. Nadia was grateful for such transparency, even though she couldn't tell him everything she knew in relation to the club and her own part in her brother's shady deals. "We're both soldiers," she used to say to him and they both smiled. Tig controlled her in ways which were very up front, like naming Chucky to be her "shadow". She knew about it and tried to make friends with Chucky especially since he was Jewish as well, but he always remained reserved, somewhat reverential.

That morning Nadia felt sick, she didn't want to touch the food; she hated even the smell of it. She waited for the right moment to sneak out. She'd been feeling tired in a while now, but that morning it all fell into place. Terrified with the idea, yet somewhat pleased, she mounted on her bike and drove straight to the pharmacy where she asked for a pregnancy test. Shaking with anxiety and expectation, she didn't wait; she simply walked in the nearby petrol station's toilet. The result came without a doubt, positive. "Fuck it!" she cried. She tried so many times with Takezo and nothing! She wanted his child so badly, but it never happened. And then he turned up dead. "Fuck it! Not now!" she said discarding carelessly the plastic strip on the ground. Nadia stormed out very disturbed and headed home. Chucky was amazed to find the result lying on the floor. He collected it and put it in his pocket, then walked away casually.

"Hello, darling!" says Avi Liebermann as she enters her apartment.

His arid face, aquiline nose and dark eyes refresh some almost forgotten moments back in Israel. She was only a child when her mother divorced to re-marry Avi and live the Zionist dream. It wasn't long before Nadia fell in love with him, perhaps desperate for a father figure she was being deprived of. She avidly competed with her mother and then one day he took her to his friend's villa in Eilat. "The girl needs some fresh air, a day by the sea would do her so much good," he convinced her mother. Nadia was dying to go, fascinated by his big shoulders and his charming, large smile. It was that evening that she experienced a man for the first time in her life and it wasn't what she expected at all. Everything was coming back to her from those recesses of the mind she so carefully locked all those years.

"I'm so sorry I arrived unannounced," he adds. "I hope it's not too much of a trouble if I stay here."

"Why don't you stay with Brad?" she responds reflexively.

"Oh, I'm an old man, I don't enjoy myself having whores around day and night. I need some place quiet."

"Sorry to disappoint you, Avi. This is not much quieter."

The man hugs her briefly:

"I understand your problems. I've been informed."

"The operation is going well. There are no problems to report," she confines to a laconic and automatic answer.

"You're about to fuck it all up, dear. Anyway, enough with this. You can sleep on the couch if you like; of course, I realize you still have hard feelings about us, so I won't force you into sharing the bed."

Nadia gets the sudden impulse to throw up, but she tries to mask it, hurrying into the kitchen, uttering firmly:

"I won't sleep here at all."

"Ah, perhaps you'll join that boy, Juice? I'm sorry, dear; it must be hard to replace Takezo with anyone."

"No, Avi. There are plenty replacements for you."

The woman pours herself a glass of lemonade before walking off to see Tig one last time.

He feels she's all ruined inside. She clings on to him desperately; there is a certain kind of sweetness in her touch, very different from what he experienced before. The hungry bitch is dead. Tig knows he reached her true self and this, he doesn't want to scar with his words or actions.

"What?" he finally asks as she lays soft in his arms.

"I was so wrong," she answers. He remains quiet hoping she'd speak her mind. "Tig, remember when I said we were both soldiers?" she picks up encouraged by the silence.

"Yeah, aren't we?"

"Yeah… I'm former Mossad. My brother is still working for them."

"It crossed my mind. I'm sure Jax is not stupid either."

"The man who recruited me, he was my foster father. He was with me, intimately. Very sick games. That's how he controlled me for many years. One day I had to blow up the house of a Hamas leader which I did. Thing is he wasn't home, but his wife, his children, his mom and sisters, they all were. I killed them all, blew them to bits. And he wasn't even there. That was it for me. I left."

"Wow, that's a sad story," he acknowledges after a while.

"Something very bad is going to happen at the club," she continues.

"Did you tell Jax?"

"I want to."

The quietness grows between them like a strange beast, until Tig kills it with a soft voice:

"I love you just the way you are now… beautiful, sweet… you. I don't need all that bullshit, that tough girl crap. It's sexy for a while, but I… I want you." He's touching her tattooed tiger. "It must have hurt."

"I had it done together with Takezo, my lover. We got one each. He was very much like Jax, wanted to change the world. We kept kidding ourselves we would get away, just the two of us, happy forever, somewhere far away from all this, from war. He died."

Tig sighs gently.

"I'm sorry… have you let him go?"

Nadia feels uneasy talking about it, but responds vaguely:

"I always fall in love with men I can't live with."

He wants to tell her she can trust him, she can rely on him, but he's sure she won't believe him:

"Yes you can, you're just… hurt. Scared."

Nadia gives him one last passionate kiss, then says briskly:

"You were right."

"When?"

"All the time."

The woman drives away into the night. Tig has the odd feeling he'll never see her again. Without thinking about it, he starts packing the few things he owns.

xxx

Clay Morrow is waiting at the crossroad, smoking a cigarette. He seems confident, but within he struggles. The next few days could be all or nothing for the old leader. With Nero dead and the CIA deal off, he could be back in charge, Gemma at his side. Well, eventually. As for Jax, in the best case he would wander off with his old lady, just the way he planned.

Clay knew he needed Tig and expected little resistance from him. Yet apart from determination and experience, Clay lacked the capacity to see the bigger picture. He also happened to have a very limited understanding of the human spirit and how radical events such as those occurred with Tig's daughters could affect outcomes for an indefinite period of time. Take Tig's family and he will find solace in the club, until one day when it might dawn on him the club was partially responsible for it. Take the club too and you have the most unpredictable person you can imagine.

The noise of the engine makes Clay a little nervous. Now is the moment.

As soon as Tig pulls over, the dethroned leader knows something is wrong. Nevertheless he continues explaining him the plan which comprises of three simple aspects: killing Nero, burning down the drugs and cutting a new deal with the Lobos and the Russians with the blessing of the Irish. Swell! As for Jax's legit businesses, most of Brad's money came from Russian sources anyway. Money laundry. Tig is very reluctant, he listens and smiles calmly.

"You know, Clay, twice I killed for ya, twice I got it wrong. No more for me, brother."

The former President gets a chill down the spine. He is sure Tig will not reveal these plans to anyone, however such disobedience enrages him. He should kill his old friend and get over with, but he recognizes in him a destroyed individual, someone who has nothing to live for anyway and that makes him sick. It's only when Tig disappears behind a corner that it dawns on him: that damned bitch!

Nadia shows up looking weird, as if she's been crying. The boys get the feeling she got there to change some things, but dare not investigate. Each time she showed up there was trouble. Chibs still resented her after all that Juice-Tig story and Juice avoided seeing her entirely. When she walked in, he walked out. It was Chibs who eventually told everything to him and he was still recovering after that conversation. Seeing her face simply brought to his mind murderous thoughts.

"Jax, I need to come clean," she says. "Just you and me," she stops an inquisitive Chibs.

The President nods, whisking her into the meeting room.

"The Brad thing is all bullshit. His money comes from the Russians. They want to take down the Sons, especially since they found out about the CIA deal. You walk into this and they will use ways you cannot predict to destroy you little by little. For now they managed to sway Clay into this game and Nero's life is in danger. A divided club is easier to smash."

"Why are you telling me all these things?" asks Jax a bit confused.

"I have to," she answers vaguely. "Things have changed for me."

"Yeah, how?" Jax provokes her.

"I need you to help me disappear."

"What you mean?"

"I need to go," she retorts hastily. "I don't want anyone knowing except you and me. It will be our secret. You have to help me frame a believable death."

"What are you running from?" he investigates.

"I should not ask for anything," she ignores his question. "I promised to watch your back, but I couldn't turn against my own blood, until now. If I may ask for anything, you must take Tig back; that life is taking him apart."

"He's with Clay," states Jax firmly.

"You are very much mistaken," she pushes it with a tinge of passion in her voice. "He's been lied to and feels very bitter about it."

"All right, I'll think about it."

"Thank you."

Avi is pleased. His little soldier did well. "It's done!" He sometimes has regrets, but never for revealing her true potential, only for the way in which he achieved it. Damn, she was only 17 when he slept with her, that silly girl, looking for a strong figure, in love with an ideal rather than with him, so innocent, so pure, so easy to manipulate. Yeah, he'll have to live with the regret of crushing her innocence, for wiring her into searching for older or abusive men, the wrong crowd. He felt sad for Takezo too, although he was a criminal, it would have been good for Nadia. The Japanese wasn't an evil guy, he had his sweetness. Instinctively Avi sensed Nadia was on the edge, but he couldn't grasp the real reason. This was a little more than the Takezo story.

"Whether you like it or not, I am family," he said to her.

"I wish you weren't."

"I have a duty towards you, I can help you. I will…"

Nadia's face against the dark backdrop looks like that of a wax doll. Her eyes are tired, sad, only the lips seem even more sensual and the breasts perkier.

"All these years, all the shrinks, the booze, the drugs, the lovers and I still can't get rid of you. It's like a curse!" she says trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry… you should let go. It was my entire fault, you know that. You were just a kid," answers the man quickly.

"Avi, recently I killed a guy… he roughed me up and did things to me… things you used to do. I shot him point blank, blasted his brains on the wall. I shot you in my mind too."

Avi is quiet. He knows she hates him, but is not yet able to summit all that anger against him. The ones closer to you are always the most difficult to take out, he thinks.

"And the next thing I did was to seduce another man," she continues dreamy, "someone was very much like you, I thought, but I couldn't be more wrong."

"So what happened to this man?" Avi tries to get details. The answer to her weird state of mind starts to take shape.

"Nothing yet. I'm going to do my job no matter what."

"Will you kill him too?"

"If I have to. Anything for the family, right?"

Follow up in Time of the Warriors