WARNINGS: This is total slash, so if you have a problem with it turn back now. AND if you are UNDER 18, naughty, naughty, what the hell are you doing reading this, go watch power-puff girls ;) LOL. Not Beta'ed, WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.) Male/Male sex. Lots of swearing. Blasphemy (during sex)

Title: Care of the song We're Forgive by The Calling. (I know, not very Sons of Anarchy, musically, but it's what I was listening to as I wrote this up and the lyric just spoke to me.)

A/N: Continuing the flashback.


The park was filled with children and mothers, all enjoying the warm summer sunshine, though in California, it was warm and sunny most of the time, so it wasn't especially special. Kozik unfastened the lead and let Missy go running off. There was no harm in doing so, she never attacked anyone and practically everyone knew she belonged to the club. Kozik dropped down on a bench, his pale blue eyes fixed on Missy as she ran between a group of kids playing soccer, trying to get the ball from them. Unsurprisingly they didn't complain. Kozik relaxed.

"Hey."

He looked up at the sudden sound to see a pretty blond staring down at him. "Hi."

"Can I?" she asked, gesturing to the seat.

"Sure." Kozik smiled flirtatiously, shifting over to give her space. Even though it wasn't necessary.

"So which one's yours?"

Kozik chuckled. "The dark haired one with four legs."

The women frowned looking over at the group of children. He face turning pink when she saw the dog running between them. "Oh. - Looks like you." she added teasingly.

Kozik sent her a warm smile. "You should see her mom." he joked, knowing the woman wouldn't get the joke.

The woman turned suddenly, her brows drawn together. "Oh, so your…."

Kozik looked at her for a long moment, knowing what she thought. He knew what he was meant to say. 'No. I'm totally single. Would you like to get a drink, or just get a room.' But what came out of his mouth was totally different. "It's….complicated." And it was. So insanely complicated.

"Oh." she sighed. "Shame. - Well, she's a lucky woman." she smiled sweetly.

Kozik scoffed as he looked into her green eyes. Tig had left him hanging, he'd be within his rights to get his rocks off somewhere else. But he knew he wouldn't. As much as Tig would kill him for saying it, or even thinking it. Sex with the domineering crazy bastard was a thousand times better than with some random lay. If given the option of screwing so pretty blond into a mattress or being fucked into it himself, he'd take Tig every time. Even if it meant nothing more could come out of it. It wasn't like he wanted then to settle down into a stable long term relationship, he wasn't on board with joining Gay Pride.

"Are you alright?" the young woman said softly, looking into his face searchingly.

"Fine. - Like I said, it's complicated."

The woman nodded. "She doesn't know you're alive?"

"Oh, she knows." Kozik smiled. "She just doesn't care."

The woman's small hand touched his shoulder comfortingly.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Kozik practically jumped as far away from the woman, and off the bench. "No. We…We were just chatting. This is…." Kozik paused, looking down at the blond. "Sorry."

"Anna." she smirked, looking between the pair with understanding.

Tig looked the girl up and down. "Aren't you a sweet thing." he said lustfully.

Anna flushed uncomfortably and got to her feet, looking at Kozik she smile. "I better be going. Hope everything works out with that 'girl'." then she walked away.

"Girl?" Tig asked, his hands resting on his hips as he stared at Kozik, who simply shrugged.

"Just chatting."

"So she said. - You know if you want to get laid, be my guest." he snapped, anger tainting his tone.

Kozik laughed. "Careful there Tiggy, you sound just the tad bit jealous."

The sergeant narrowed his gaze. "I don't do jealous. Ever."

"Sure. You're just concerned for my sex life."

"Well you could most defiantly do with the practice." Tig snipped.

"I could do with the practice? Huh, you're the one whose stuck in the same out routine."

"And what's that meant to mean?"

"Nothing." Kozik shrugged. "Just that, for a guy rumoured to be into some fucking weird shit, you're pretty standard."

"I was being gentle on your virgin arse, but hell, if you want me to teach you something, I'm more than willing."

"Sure you are?" Kozik scoffed. "At least until you get all puffed out and have to stop before you've even begun."

"Are you calling me old?" Tig growled, taking a step forward into Kozik's personal space.

"If the cut fits." he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Alright Rambo, lets go. I'll show you how fucking old I am." Tig spun around, looking across the park. "Missy."

The dog didn't come running and suddenly both men's eyes were searching the group of boys.

"Missy!" Tig yelled again.

Nothing.

"Missy! Missy!" Kozik yelled louder, as he made his way swiftly towards the boys. "Hey, where'd my dog go."

The boys all looked up at him with unsure eyes. "Dunno." they all said simultaneously.

The park was filled with the sound of two rough voices yelling the dogs name, calling her to them. Panic taking hold of them both. Twenty minutes later it was clear that the dog wasn't anywhere in the grounds, and the pair headed off with speed towards the sheriffs office.

"A dog? You want me to put out an APB on a missing dog." Scoffed Unser. "What do I look like. - Put up flyers. She'll probably come home when she'd hungry."

Tig stepped dangerously close to the Sheriff, and the man swallowed hard.

"Come on." Kozik said, tugging of the sergeants arms. "She's probably back at the club, or the house."

Tig was continuing to send the old man death glares at he was lead out of the office.

As it was Missy wasn't at either place and Tig was quickly going out of his mind with worry. They'd sent the prospects out to search the park against and the whole club had gotten on their bikes to ride around Charming searching for their mascot. By nightfall there was still no sigh of her and Tig said out in front of the garage, watching the gate in hopes she'd come home. He's sent one of the prospects to his place to wait for her there.

Kozik strolled out of the club house with two beers and dropped down next to Tig. His eyes were red around the ribs, where he'd stood in the toilet crying. Blaming himself for not keeping an eye of their girl. "She'll be alright." he said softly, more to himself than Tig.

"This is your fault." Tig snapped, his head swinging around to glare at Kozik.

The blond hung his head. "I know, I should have kept an eye on her."

"Damn right you should have!" Tig yelled, leaping to his feet. "But no, you were more interested in that blonde bitch throwing herself at you."

"We were just talking." Kozik defended. "And it's not like I knew this was going to happen. Missy never runs off." he said, his gut clenching at the truth of the matter.

"Right, but she can get taken. We've got enemies, you thick bastard. And after today…." he paused, nausea pooling in his gut as he realised what had happened. Knowing what would come. He met Kozik's gaze with a hard stare. "You better pray she just wandered off, cause if anything happens to her…." his tone dropped perilously. "…I'll kill you."

"Tig." Kozik swallowed hard, seeing the determination in the man's eyes.

"I swear it." he threw the unopened bottle at Kozik and turned towards his bike. "I'm going to check the house."

Kozik watched him ride away, a pain in his chest. He knew Tig was dangerous and pig-head which meant that if they didn't find Missy alive and well, he'd be found in piece on the side of the road somewhere.

~SONS OF ANARCHY~

All night the two men sat in the same room, miles away from each other. Another search had been sent out, with no luck and not an air of inevitability hung over the club. They were just waiting for her body to turn up. Tig sat at the bar, throwing back drink after drink until the pain in his chest was numbed. It wasn't just caused by the loss of his precious girl, it was from the feeling of betrayal that Kozik's lack of attention had caused. All the guy had to do was watch his baby, was that too much to ask for. Apparently yes. Especially when their was pussy on offer. Angrily Tig slammed down his glass.

Kozik sat across the club house watching his friend and whatever else he was, drink himself into oblivion. Guilt and grief clawing at his insides, tears pooling in his eyes. It wasn't long after that that both men's worlds shattered. A commotion outside caught everyone's attention and then the door flew open and a pale looking prospect ran in, his eyes searching the bar.

"What is it?" Clay demanded.

The prospect didn't answer, he simply looked at Tig and then Kozik.

Tig flew off his stool and ran for the door, his heart pounding. Looking around he turned the corner that let to the gate and skidded to a halt. Kozik directly behind him. Both men stared threw tear filled eyes at their precious dog. Hanging from a robe over the security gate.

"Don't just stand there, get her down." Clay said in a sad low voice, his gaze shifting between the dog and the two men, mainly Tig.

Chibs and Jax, pushed the prospect out of the way and marched over to the gate where they respectfully freed Missy from the robe. Chibs cradled her in his arms like an infant as he carried her back to Tig and Kozik. Tig held out his arms, taking her he carried her into the club house, laying her mournfully on the pool table, before bowing over her. Sobs raking at his throat. No one took a step towards him, as he brushed at the dead dogs fur, murmuring apologises and promises of revenge in her deaf ear.

Kozik stood near the door, watching the scene, his heart shattering in two and his whole body shaking with grief. Taking a deep breath he turned and walked back outside, tears flowing from his eyes like a waterfall. He slumped against the club wall, his head hanging low, staring at the ground. Anger boiling within him till it over flowed. Turning he slammed his fist into the wall, over and over, till he couldn't feel the pain in his heart for the pain in his hand. He stopped when a hand clamped down on his shoulder. Turning he looked up at the Scotsman.

"Easy there brother." he said in is usual rough tone.

"It's all my fault. I - I…." he breathed, taking another swing at the wall.

Chibs grabbed him, pulling him into a hug. "It wasn't you're fault." he whispered into the man's ear.

Kozik shook his head. "Of course it was. I should never have let her out of my sight." he snapped angry at himself.

Chibs cradled the back of his head and looked into the tearful eyes. "You couldn't have watched her at every second. It would have happened whether you were there or not. If not today then tomorrow or next month. We have enemy, Kozy, and they'd do anything to get to us."

Kozik shook his head again. He knew Chibs was right, but that didn't absolve him of the guilt. And he knew Tig would keep his promise. "Tig's going to kill me."

"Of course he won't." Chibs sighed, shaking his head.

Kozik lifted his gaze. "He will." he said sternly. "He swore he would."

Chibs stared back at him and Kozik could see it in his eyes, the Scotsman knew Tig would try.

"I'll speak to Clay." he walked back into the club.

Kozik slouched against the wall for a few moments, before jumping on his bike and riding away from the club, knowing he didn't belong there anymore.

~SONS OF ANARCHY~

Forty eight hours later, Missy was buried in the pet cemetery on the outskirts of Charming, underneath a large redwood. The club had turned out to wish the dog that had become their mascot the past three years goodbye. Tig stood over the grave, head bowed murmuring a prayer, his friends silent behind him. At the back of the group stood Kozik, tears pooling in his eyes. He'd been a nervous wreck the last two day, waiting for Tig to follow threw on his threat. The fact he hadn't seen or heard from the sergeant had him hoping that Chibs and Clay had talked him round.

Yesterday they'd found the guy responsible for Missy's death, he'd been one of Darby's guys, pissed that they'd blown up his house. He'd been easy to find, the bastard not having the common sense not to get caught of surveillance camera. Unser had given them the rest, reluctantly. They'd shown up on the guys doorstep and he actually seemed surprised to see them. Like he'd expected to get away with it. - He was even more surprised when Tig had dragged him kicking and screaming out into his backyard and wrapped the same robe they'd hung Missy with around the junkie's throat. Tig had wanted to leave him hanging there till the crows ate him, but Clay had insisted on getting rid of the body, so they'd dumped him in a shallow grave out by the highway.

Tig stared down at the pile of dirt that now blanketed his baby girl, tears rolling down his cheeks. Under his breath he swore he'd never forgive Kozik. Straightening his back, Tig finally turned away. Chibs and Clay both squeezed his shoulder and Gemma wrapped him in a hug. He caught sight of Kozik, stood away from them, his face pale and his eyes red. Slowly he pulled away from the first lady of the MC and made his way over to the man, noting his stiffening spine and deep intake of breath. He could feel everyone's eyes on him, as he stood meeting the pale blue watery eyes.

Kozik swallowed hard at the fury in Tig's gaze. He opened him mouth to speak, only to close it again as the words stuck in his throat.

"Clay's ordered me not to touch you." Tig said furiously.

Kozik's gaze shifted to the president stood a few feet away. "T-Tig I…"

"Shut the fuck up!" the sergeant snapped. "I can't kill you, fine. But that doesn't mean I have to fucking look at you. I want you out of Charming by sundown."

Kozik chuckled with shock and then hissed as Tig's fist slammed into his gut.

"T-T-Tig…." he wheezed. "L-lets talk…"

"Leave Charming or I'll kill you, Clay be damned. - I don't want to see your fucking face ever again." with that Tig shoved past the tall blond and marched away.

"Sorry, Koz. It was the only way I could stop him from killing you." Clay said sympathetically. "I've called Tacoma, you can patch in there." he nodded. "Maybe in a year or so you can come back. But right now, it's best for everyone if you go."

Kozik's throat closed up at the idea of leaving Charming, leaving Samcro but most of all leaving Tig.


A/N: So that's what I think happened. Kozik didn't actually do anything but in his pain, Tig couldn't see that. I'm sure you've all got you're own idea as to how the pair ended up the way they did. I have to admit I had trouble deciding on which way to go, I had at least two other possible storylines, but thought this one fit better in the back drop of the show. Especially considering Tig's past.

I used Chibs relationship with Juice as insperation for his scene with Kozik. Juice isn't in this part of the story because I don't think he patched in until after Kozik had left.

Oh, and I'm working on the theory that Jax is thirty during season three, so he would have been in his early twenties when the shit with Kozik went down. Could be wrong in my estimations of the man's age, and if it's been stated at some point, I apologize for the mess up.

Anyways, as always thank you for taking the time to read and review and thank you to all of you that are following me and this story. I'm very honoured. I'll try and have a new chapter for you on wednesday. Fingers crossed.

GATERGIRL out.