Disclaimer - The characters of this fanfiction, as well as the 'Sons of Anarchy' world belong to Kurt Sutter, with the exception of 'Boo' Trager, who is an original character created by me. I make no profit from this work.

Chaos - Christmas at the Trager's

Tig couldn't help but be proud of Boo, who had sat idly by, without so much as a complaint and watched as his nieces and nephews and his two daughters opened their Christmas presents fervently, and with obvious glee.

Presents from their grandparents, aunts, uncles... presents that Boo wasn't given despite the fact the Trager's knew that was Boo Tig's charge and that she would be joining them for the afternoon before she and Tig went to Gemma's.

"The hell was that mom?" Tig spat at the first chance he got, infuriated that his family had blatantly ignored the girl he saw as his daughter.

"That girl is nothing to us Alexander!" his mother hissed in return, her voice low.

"That girl is as much my daughter as Dawn and Fawn are!" Tig replied, scowl on his lips, hands on hips, a dangerous glint in his eye.

His mother laughed heartily at that, rolled her eyes, shook her head.

"You don't give a damn about Dawn and Fawn!" she raged. "Or you wouldn't have been so stupid as to lose them!"

Tig shuddered as he fought to reign in his emotions, how dare she suggest such a thing! He loved his daughters and was heartbroken knowing that he couldn't see them!

"Maybe if my ex-wife wasn't such a callous bitch, I might get to see my girls now and again!" he retorted, jabbing a finger in Colleen's direction.

Tig hated that his mother and Colleen were still close, that his mother got to see his daughters whenever she pleased.

"Hey! Take that back biker scum!" cried Mark, Colleen's new husband, as he jumped between Tig and his mother.

"Back off shithead, this doesn't concern you!" Tig barked at him, brushing him to one side forcefully before returning his attentions to his mother. "Now you're going to apologise to that girl or –"

But what Tig would do if his mother didn't apologise went unknown, for Mark had tackled Tig and started to punch him.

Tig soon fought back, giving as good as he got.

Neither seemed aware of the children's screams as they brawled.

At least not until Tig's mother started yelling.

At Boo.

"This is all your fault!" she shrieked at the teen pointing first at the brawling men, then at all the other youngsters who were huddled in the corner trembling in fear, eyes wide and all of them screaming. "Why couldn't you just leave this family alone?"

Boo said nothing, just ducked her head to hide her tears, wrapped her arms around herself.

And then Tig was there, bruised and bleeding, Mark slumped against the couch behind him.

"You leave her alone, this has nothing to do with her!" he barked at his mother, holding his hand out for Boo, who took it. "I took her in, it was my choice! Wanna say something? Say it to me!"

His mother stayed silent, for her son looked so fierce, so deadly, she didn't dare say a word to anger him more.

"Come on Kid." Tig said as he led Boo towards the front door.

Nobody said a word, nor tried to stop them.

"Merry Christmas." Tig spat mockingly as he and Boo walked out the door.

As soon as they were at his bike, Tig embraced Boo.

"Don't listen to what she said Boo, none of this was your fault!" he insisted. "You okay?"

Boo nodded and beamed at her guardian, wiped her eyes.

"Yeah, are you?" she asked, running a finger over a bruise on his cheek.

"I'm good." He nodded. "Just another Christmas with the Trager's..."

There will be a delay on the next chapter as I'm going to stay with a friend. However I might be the worst guest ever and write up the next drabble there... depends on reviews and what time I get up! Hope everyone is as geared up for the season 4 finale as I am!

Reviews would be loved; they are extremely motivational and make my writing more than worthwhile!