I just want to say I'm sorry about the delay in getting this chapter up. This week has been insane and I have had the hardest time finding time to write. The rest of the story will be up soon, I don't know if the last three chapters will stay separate or not yet. I need to get this story finished before I leave other wise you all will be waiting a year for the ending...and I don't want to do that.

Discalimer: I do not own SOA or anything you know Kurt Sutter and FX do. I own Jess and that's about it.

Oh thanks to Simone Santos and Chikkafreak for dealing with me and my craziness over this story. Your kind words seriously help me get through the chapters.

Chapter Nine.5: 'Morrows fight back'…oh and Tig gets pissed

I wasn't out for very long at all this time. Kyle was slapping my face to bring me back; I knew I wasn't out for long because I could still feel the blood flowing out of a cut above my eyebrow. I felt my right eye was completely swelled shut. 'Fuck, Tig is going to go insane on his ass even worse now' I smiled with glee.

"Bitch! What are you smiling at?" Kyle stood before me, my blood dripping from his knuckles. His chest heaving, 'really, five minutes of hitting a still target and this fucker is winded?' I couldn't believe he had ever been a Son.

"Well, you see, when….when, not if, when…my Old Man and the rest of my family come bursting in here you are dead. A thousand times dead." I let loose a laugh. "You thought Tig was bad when I was a kid? When I was just the Presidents kid daughter who had a school girl crush on him, when I was just the kid you freaked out? You thought it was bad then, or how about six months ago before I was his Old Lady, when I meant more but wasn't his yet? You think that beat down was bad? Kyle you have a hurricane of anger in the form of my very pissed off over protective insane Old Man headed straight for you." His face paled.

"I mean, really you sent your little friends out what…four…five hours ago?" I cocked my head, playing cool but damn was I bluffing. "You really think they are coming back? Nah sweet cheeks, they are long since dead."

This freaked the other guy out, "Kyle, think about it!" his voice cracked. "We didn't take her at the festival thingy because the Sons would be out in full force. What do you think it will be like now that they know SHE'S gone!" he pointed his finger at me.

While they talked I worked on the knots at my hands, whoever tied them was a complete idiot. I had my money on Kyle. There was a loop that I could slip my thumbs into and pull and it loosened the knots.

"Yeah, Kyle, think….oh wait thinking has never been your strong suit." I turned my head towards the other one, "You may not know this but I can speak from first hand experience this one over here, completely stupid never thinks….EVER!" my hands were free.

"Shut up the both of you." Kyle shouted and turned towards the guy. I took my opening, leaned forward and pulled my knife from my ankle. I sat up and threw it at the second guy, it sunk in all the way to the hilt, dead center of his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground.

Kyle spun around and stared at me for a second. He launched across the room at me. Knocking the chair I was still tied to, to the ground I felt something snap in my side. 'Shit, think that was a rib' I drew a deep breath just to check, 'yepp a rib' I didn't think it had punctured anything though.

Kyle rolled to the side and kicked the chair, breaking one of the legs my feet were tied to. 'Fucking idiot! Just freed me and didn't even know it.' I shouted in my head. I straightened my legs and felt the ropes slide off the end of the chair leg.

I rolled to my side hissing at the pain in my side. I wasn't going to be able to raise my left arm, I couldn't see out of my right eye, and to top it all off I was light-headed from the blood loss. All of a sudden I felt at peace.

You know how mothers say they can tell when something is wrong with their children, even if they are states away? Well, I had always been able to tell when Tig was around, and he was close at this moment. I just had to hold on a little longer. I crawled to my feet and left the room I had been in, trying to distance myself from Kyle.

I felt a hand close around my ankle and pull, down I went. I felt another crack this time in my left wrist from where I landed on it. I had my left arm wrapped around my middle trying to keep pressure off my ribs. My wrist had been between me and the edge of the door jamb when I fell. I was positive that it was broke, and not a clean break. I was in so much pain; it seemed like it radiated through my whole body. But I kept crawling, 'just keep moving' I told myself.

I heard a crash from down the hall, 'THEY'RE HERE!' I screamed inside my head. The pain made it to hard to even breath; I was beginning to reconsider my nothing punctured by my rib thought from earlier. My breathing was too labored something was wrong. I could see down the hall around the corner now. I felt tears burn in my eyes, Tig was here. Oh my sweet beautiful Tig. I would be okay, he would fix this.

He was in the kitchen; I stopped paying attention to Kyle behind me. I just needed to get to Tig. Wrap my arms around him, feel his hard strong body and know I was home. I had told him I was his home, and it was true…but he was my home as well. I never felt whole unless I was with him.

I heard the crack of a gunshot, my eyes locked on Tig, waiting for the blood to bloom somewhere on him. It didn't, it took a few seconds for me to register a new searing pain in my shoulder. Kyle had shot me, ME! I was lying on the floor feet from Tig; I had survived every blow they had thrown at me just to get shot feet from safety.

The last thing I remember about being there from my own memories, and not what Tig has filled in for me, was Tig screaming my name, and his arm reaching out and hurling a frying pan off the stove at Kyle. I heard the wet crunching of bones breaking a blood splattering behind me. There was so much pain every where. Now I was loosing even more blood from the gunshot. I could feel again how I was slipping into unconsciousness, I was really beginning to hate this feeling, my vision was fading and everything sounded muffled. I could hear Tig beside me, feel his hand on my hair, but he sounded so far away. Then like a snap of fingers he was gone, I was back in the dark.

Tig's POV

I kicked open the door to the old abandoned Miller place. It was smart of them to use and old house to hide out in. It was out on the edge of Charming, down an old road no one ever went down. But it wasn't smart to take my Kitten, my Old Lady…the woman I loved.

Fuck it all to hell, I loved her. I can finally admit it to myself, and I don't know if I will ever get the chance to say it to her. My amazing sweet beautiful Jess. Clay, Jax, Piney, Chibs, and Opie were right behind me when we left Hap, Bobby, and Juice at the warehouse where we had gotten the info from the four others from Kyle's crew.

I was driving down the road headed to the school field. Jess hadn't called to tell me she was there yet and it had been almost a forty-five minutes. She should have gotten there and called me already, something was wrong. I was turning off to go down the street that lead to the school and I saw a truck on the side of the road, the driver's side door open and glass on the ground. I slowed down as I rode up to it.

"FUCK!" I had yelled so loud it shook my head. It wasn't any truck; it was Jess' truck, where the fuck was she? There was blood all over the driver's side door, glass inside the truck, and on the ground beside the front drivers side tire was her prepaid. I knew it was hers because it had the little 'Tigger' charm on it; she had the frigging character from whinnie-the-pooh on her phone. Just another way to mark her as mine.

I picked it up and looked at the screen. 'Shit' I cursed in my head. She had been trying to call me, had the speed dial for me entered in but hadn't been able to hit send. She had wanted me, needed me, been scared and wanted me to keep her safe and I had been laying in our bed thinking about fucking her in the girls' locker room of the high school later that day.

I was a lousy excuse of an Old Man, I knew she was in danger and I had let her go out alone. She had talked me into giving into her, into letting her have her own way. I'd let her go alone, she was armed with multiple weapons. She knew how to fight but she was still small, she was my woman and I had failed her. I would find her, I would save her…and then I would skin Kyle Fucking Hobart alive. Peel his skin off inch by inch and cut his hands off and beat him with them. I would end his pathetic existence once and for all and I'd rip anyone else apart who had helped him.

I called Clay and let him know to get all the brothers to the field ASAP. I didn't go into details over the phone, couldn't bring myself to say the words. Not until we were all together. Shit, Clay and Gemma would never forgive, I almost wanted Gemma to kill me just give me the punishment I deserved. I was supposed to keep Jess safe, provide for her, love her, I'd never let myself love her. I could tell you the exact moment I fell in love for her, and it wasn't the moment I could admit it to myself; it was years ago at her prom…

2007-Charming High Gymnasium

'How in the fucking hell did I get dragged here?' I thought to myself as I looked around the gym of the high school. There was tacky aluminum foil stars hanging from the ceiling, with streamers and Christmas light hanging everywhere, even of the fucking basketball hoop. It was all to fucking much to take. It literally made my feel sick, how the hell was Jess supposed to fit in here? I knew I wouldn't mesh well with the scene no matter what, but Jess she should belong here. She didn't though, not even in the fucking sexy black dress Gemma had gotten her. It was mid-thigh, and skin-tight, black shiny material…think it might be silk or, whatever that shit is that's smooth and shiny. I didn't care it was hot as fuck on her, it was strapless and it had this pink detailing down the side. She looked amazing and definitely not sixteen frigging years old. Her light brown hair was swept up and a few curls fell loose down around her face and neck. When she had walked out of the dorm room into the main room of the clubhouse I didn't believe it was her.

We had promised Gemma to stay at least an hour but Jess was barely through the door and just wanted to leave. The look she was getting made me so mad, who did these bitches think they were looking at her like that. She was ten million times better than them. She was smart and beautiful and kind and could change the clutch on a Harley in under an hour. Fucking perfect woman if you asked me.

They were playing this slow song and all these couples were dancing. Jess was sitting at this table in the corner and I was standing beside her. The look on her face as she watched all those couples holding each other and swaying with this slow song made my chest tighten. She was jealous….of these fucking pansy ass kids, because they had something she didn't. They could hold who they wanted to, God I would give anything to hold her like that. It is all she wanted, and I couldn't stop myself from wiping that sad broken face off her pretty face.

"Jess…we should probably dance to at least one song. Your mom is going to ask us and if we didn't she is liable to take a part of my body I am very fond of." she had turned in her chair to look at me. "So, how about the next slow song we dance, give you the real prom feeling…then we can bust out of here, go get you some chili fries since it's your favorite?"

She smiled this huge flashing smile, it literally made her face shine, and I swear I felt the world stop. I could make someone like Jess, someone so fucking perfect, smile so genuinely. How the fuck did I become the center of her world? What did I do to deserve it? I know I didn't earn it the same way I earned my "men of mayhem" patch or the "Sergeant at Arms" patch or in any of the twisted shit I did to keep it. How the fuck did something so pure, so beautiful, so right love me. How the fuck did I get to love this wonderful person….

2009-Taste of Charming Sons tent

That was it the moment I knew I could fight it, deny it all I wanted but I loved her. I would give anything to be able to go back and never fight it, tell her "I love you, too. "Every time she told me she did. But I couldn't and now she was gone and I had to find her. Had to fix this shit.

I walked up and saw everyone standing under the tent. Gemma was pissed, "You buffoons are in my way, Tig, where is Jess? She sent me a text like an hour ago she was getting gas and would be right here."

I shook my head, drew her phone from my pocket and laid it on the table by the bowls for chili. "We over slept this morning, she was beat after being in the kitchen all day. She has been wicked tired lately, with all the stress over Kyle. Plus I hate to admit it but I was still feeling the fight with Koz up until this morning, so we didn't hear the alarm. She didn't want to wait for me to get ready since she was running late. Told me she had her gun, brass knuckles, and a knife in her purse. She was going to drive straight here, since you had Sack and Juice told me to take it easy go meet the guys have fun and save her from you this afternoon…I shouldn't have fucking let her go alone!" I threw a pot of chili across the field as I screamed.

"Clay, brother they got her. I fucked up; I'm a horrible fucking Old Man! Can't even fucking tell her I love her and I let her walk off alone?" I felt my hold on sanity slipping. I was loosing it how the fuck does everything fucking break in the span of an hour?

Clay and Jax walked up to me each put a hand on my shoulders. Jax spoke first, "Tig, bro, we all know how you felt about her, she knows it too. We knew before you probably, fuck you took her to prom!" Jax laughed dryly, "Tig, we will get her back, we will fix this…then you can spend forever telling her." Clay nodded in agreement.

We all went back to the clubhouse; Juice started trying to find anything to lead us to her. Hap, Op, Piney, and Bobby went out driving around town trying to see if they could spot any sign of this pussy club of Kyle's might as well call themselves the idiots. Following Kyle? They are looking to all die, even before they touched my woman.

We'd been back at the club house for hours, when Hap called in. Clay, Jax, Chibs and I were all in the chapel making an action plan. Juice came running in, "Hap and the guys found four of them, got them at the warehouse, and forced 'em off the road and then Sack drove their van u there. Hap's waiting for orders?"

"We are on our way; tell him to get his bag out!" Clay barked and we all rushed to our bikes. I managed to only go 65 through town, blessedly avoiding any of Charming's finest I could not deal with Hale right now; I'd murder him just to get him out of the way.

When we got the warehouse they had them tied to posts by their wrists sitting on the ground. I walked in right up to the biggest guy, figured he had to be the leader of these four since the other three were staring at him. I ripped the gag out of his mouth, "WHERE. THE. FUCK. IS. SHE!" I punctuated each word with a punch to the face.

"Tig, bro, he can't answer if he's unconscious." Hap said pulling me back. He squatted down in front of him, his gravely voice hardened with anger. "That guy? The one who looks crazy with his hair everywhere, and his eyes intense like that? You see him?" the guy nodded. "The girl you took…she's his Old Lady. See that guy there?" he hooked his thumb over his shoulder at Clay, "The big fucker who looks like a shaved grizzly bear?" again all the guy could do was nod. "That girl…she's his baby girl. See that guy the blonde, the one playing with that knife?" he gestured towards Jax, again only a nod. "The girl…she's his baby sister. See we all have a bond to her me and those three and me?" He pointed out Chibs, Piney, and Bobby. "We are her uncles, that girl is important to us all. Those two over there?" pointing at Op, and Juice, "they are like brothers, hell they are as much her brothers as Jax, been there all her life." he cracked his knuckles, "but see Tig he might look the craziest…but me I like killing. Gives me a sick pleasure to take a scumbag off the face of the Earth. That girl, well besides my ma she's the only female I can stand to talk to for more than five minutes. You picked the wrong girl to take."

He stood up and reached for his back pack, withdrew a leather roll that held all his tools. "So, you can do this the easy way…or I can force what I want to know out of you." he unrolled it and all the silver tools glistened, he ran a finger over them, pausing randomly on sharp blades as if contemplating which one to use. Must have spent five minute pulling different tools out explaining what they did. "This one, see this sharp blade? Cuts through like butter, this right hear." he pointed at something around the handle. "This slips down the blade while inside and I flip this..." he pushed the end of the handle. "and it opens into seven more blades. Slicing through the area around the blade."

The fucker still wasn't talking; I couldn't take it any more. I lunged for him, and beat his face over and over with my fists. "Tig, not getting anything out of him now." Hap sighed, "Shit, pull those out." he pointed at my fists. I had his teeth sticking out of my knuckles. I plucked the three teeth out of my skin, and looked at the guy next to the now bleeding faceless lump on the ground. "Tell, me what I want to know or I grad a random tool and just start hacking you up." I growled at him.

He tried to talk but the gag was still in his mouth, Hap pulled it out. "Old house on Miller Street" he screamed. "Kyle…he…he…he said she was just some bitch who got him into some trouble a while back. We didn't know who she was. Not until we saw her patch…we didn't want to mess with the Sons Kyle did it all. He said we came out here to tie up a loose end. This chick had gotten him into some pretty deep shit and he needed her to fix It." the pansy had tears in his eyes. "Please…please don't kill me." Hap smacked him, "Not gonna kill ya…yet." he growled and a feral smile crossed his face. "Gonna torture you then kill you." he paused, "What did Kyle say he was gonna do to her?" he asked my stomach clenching fuck I didn't know if I could handle this.

"Said she had teased him for years, was going to get what he wanted. Make her fix some shit and admit that she was the reason he got the shit kicked out of him six months back. He spent a long time in the hospital after it." I laughed hard. "Yeah, he, her brother and I put him there; she had nothing to do with it. His mouth landed him in that trouble like all of his troubles." I turned and ran out the door I had to get to the house. Had to get to Jess.

Clay, Chibs, Jax, Piney, and Op were right behind me following me out the doors to our bikes. The others stayed behind to clean up the mess Hap was making. He was going to end those four; he wanted to have some fun with his tools. Hap was pissed; Jess and he were close, as close as Hap ever was with someone. Chibs, Hap, and Me we had trained her, spent a lot of time with her. Chibs looked at her and saw Kerrianne, Hap saw his older sister who had died when he was nine, she had been thirteen. Got caught on her way home from school to their house on the rough side of town. Druggie strung out on something snatched her, reaped her, and killed her. He always felt like if she could have been trained like Jess was maybe she would have been able to get away.

I could hear the others behind me but I wasn't waiting for them. I wouldn't waste anymore time. It was already evening the sun was setting; she had been missing for more then six hours. It was still early spring and the sun was setting around four still. She had been with them too long, what had they done to her. I ripped across town and down the road that lead to the old abandoned house. I could almost feel Jess inside, I knew she would fight but how far into his plan had Kyle gotten. He was dead no matter what but if the fucker raped her…I'd chop his dick off and shove it up his ass.

I kicked the back door open as the others pulled into the driveway. I moved into the house gun drawn. I heard a crashing around the corner, I moved into the kitchen. The sight of Jess made me freeze, she was beaten badly. Her face, her gorgeous face, the one that had smiled down at me this morning as I woke up was swollen and bruised and bloody. The rage boiled over inside me, I looked up just in time to see Kyle with blood pouring down his face raise his gun and fire. He shot her in the back, the coward shot a woman…but in the back no less.

I didn't even think about what I was doing. I grabbed the frying pan my hand had rested on when I braced myself on the stove at the sight of Jess. I hurled across the room at him, it hit him in the head. I could see his skull dent in. I ran to Jess, crouched beside her, she was so pale. "Shit, Jess come on baby stay with me. You got to stay with my babe." I stroked her hair "CHIBS!" I screamed for him "Fix her!" She latched on to my hand and I could feel how cold she was. This time I don't think it was because she was angry. She was loosing too much blood. Her eyes were drifting closed "NO! BABY, NO! You keep those eyes open, you look at me. Chibs do something."

"Tig hold your shirt to her shoulder, we have to get the bleeding slowed down. Somebody get the prospect here with the van. She needs a hospital." Chibs was barking order saying things and all I could do was stare at Jess.

"Dammit Kitten, wake up! Wake up, so I can tell you I love you. Don't die on me now." I said into her hair. I picked her up and carried her to the van, never letting go of her. The whole way to the hospital I kept telling her to fight. "I'm your Old Man and I am giving you a fucking order, you are not allowed to die." I just couldn't handle that I added in my head.

When we reached the hospital, I stormed up to the desk Jess in my arms blood dripping on to the floor. "Help her! NOW!" I screamed at the nurse. "Do something don't let her fucking die!" Some doctor tried to take her from my arms and I snapped head butted him. "Tigger, honey, they can't help her out here. Let them take her, they won't hurt her." Gemma placed a hand on my shoulder treating me like a rabid dog.

Slowly I nodded and laid her on a bed, hospital people swarmed around her rushing off speaking whatever fucking language it is they do. Security guards were eying me, "I aint fucking leaving her without her, so take you fake badges and shove them up your asses. You try to make me leave and shit will get ugly." I was so angry, I needed Jess.

We sat in that waiting room for hours waiting for any news. The guards watching us intently until Gemma snapped, "Give him a break, what if it was your woman in there? You would be crazy too, and Tigger aint the sanest of people on a good day." They backed off after that, not far but far enough. It was three a.m. when the doctor came out.

"Are you here for Miss Morrow?" she asked looking at all of us. "Yeah, we are her family." Clay spoke up walking over. "I'm her father this is her mother" he put his arm around Gem. I was right behind them, she looked at me then back at Clay.

"Whatever needs to be said affects him too. They are together." he said cocking his head at the young doctor.

"Well, she had some broken ribs that punctured her lung. We patched it up and it seems to be holding well. The bullet went through her shoulder straight through the bone. We removed all the fragments but its going to take sometime before its healed and she may never regain full function of it again." she paused. "The left wrist was fractured and we reset it there are pins holding it in place and like with the shoulder it is going to take some time to heal properly. Her right eye socket was fractured but it doesn't appear as though the eye will have any lasting damage. What does worry me though is the swelling on her brain, she took multiple blows to the face and head, and I would assume was in and out of consciousness quite a few times today." she looked at me, "the more times you lose consciousness in a day the more damage done to the brain. It is quite possible she won't wake up." just like that she walked away.

Bitch just shattered my world and walks away like that? I sat in a chair, "She'll wake up." I said more to myself than for anyone else. "I mean she has to, she's got to wake up." I looked at Gemma, as if she had some mom sense about all this. She just looked at me, "She'll wake up; of course she will. I know my baby girl…she's a Morrow and 'Morrows fight back." Clay said over Gemma's head. There if Clay said it then it would happen. My President had never lied to me before I trusted him implicitly. It would all be fine wouldn't it...?

Just a little mental image for you. I gave Chikkafreak a sneek peak into this chapter, "Tig with a frying pan." was all I gave her. She PM'd me back and said she saw Tig naked with said frying pan. While we know that's not how it went down with the kitchen supply it is a wonderful image to have and I felt like all my lovely readers deserved to share in it :D XOXOXOX Love all of you and your reviews and messages make me feel all warm and fuzzy :D Keep loving my story please