Title - Looking For Heaven
Chapter title - Oh baby, baby, it's fuck time. You know I really wanna make you mine.
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Hurt/Comfort/Romance/Family
Disclaimer - I do not own Sons Of Anarchy in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding my oc's, not recognized from the show or comics.
Chapter Word Count - 4261 words.

Title Song - Fuck Time - Green Day

A/n - Season two here we go!
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After Donna's funeral, Beth sat down to think long and hard about what she wanted for her future. Clay had decided he was ok with her and Tig's relationship so long as it didn't interfere with club business and of course they both promised that it wouldn't. One thing she had decided for herself was to take this thing with Tig slow. She was still scared of so many things when it came to a relationship and she just knew that throwing herself in head first would end in disaster. But she told him outright that she wasn't about to jump into bed with him and if that's all he wanted her for than he could go back to the crows. And in true Tig fashion he silenced her with a kiss and said his dick will be ready when she is. She nearly punched him in it just to wipe the cocky smirk off his face.

She was still doing her job as prospect, as was Half Sack. She was glad to have Sack around to do the grunt work with. He had been her friend when she was sixteen, when he was still too nervous to ask to join Samcro. And now that they spent so much time together, they only grew closer. Another thing she decided she wanted for herself, was to make the most of any time she spent with her family. Loosing Donna after the disbanding of her old MC just cemented the knowledge of how easy it is to loose what you love. And so she always made sure to take plenty of pictures to get printed and put into her picture box that had been neglected since she got back to Charming.

She even made the drive down to Anaheim to visit Emily and the twins for their fifth birthday party. Emily had laughed loudly when she saw the Samcro cut that Beth was wearing but was seemingly unsurprised. Belle and Ariel begged their mum to let them dye their hair pink and after nearly an hour of their pleading, Baby promised that she would bring down a pink spray next time she visited. Sure, it would wash right out but it'd appease them for a few hours. And it gave her an excuse to visit again.

One person she had yet to spend more time with was Opie. He'd taken off to go Nomad for a while after the funeral and she honestly couldn't blame him. Everyone was reeling after Donna's death, for various reasons, but Opie needed that time alone to get his head around everything. Piney and Mary were taking care of his kids, Gemma and herself pitching in whenever they were needed. She hoped that when Opie got back they could finally lay this to rest and move on.

But she knew that wouldn't happen. Jax was still furious about the whole thing. Sure he was keeping up appearances whenever anybody else was around but she could see the anger burning beneath the surface. It wouldn't be long before it bubbled up and erupted. Opie was going to find out the truth eventually, it was inevitable. She just hoped to whatever God was out there that he would've had enough time to deal with this to take a second and think before he started shooting.

For now though, there was one thing to look forward to. Bobby was being released. Opie would be back anytime soon too, rejoining the charter and so Beth found herself preparing the clubhouse for the evenings festivities whilst Half Sack went on a gun run with the rest of the boys. She kinda wished she could have traded places with him, there was something so attractive about Tig when he rolled up his sleeves and started shooting.

When the boys eventually arrived back, she noticed her brother talking to Piney and decided to get him on one side before Church. She lightly grabbed his wrist, pulling him over to one of the benches. Things between them had been pretty uncomfortable since that night at the witness' house.

"Jax, I get why you're pissed at me right now but you have to understand why saying something now would be dumb."

"Donna's death is on Clay." He sighed. "But I'm making sure that doesn't come out until the right time."

"When the hell is the right time?"

"When Opie isn't going to shoot him without a second thought. Saying something now won't get us anywhere, I'm with you on that. And I get why you're protecting, Tig. It's his job. But Clay should've brought the whole thing to the table."

"I know that. I said that to Tig but their relationship runs deep, Jax. You don't just split them apart that easy." She glanced over to the man in question, smoking a cigarette with Chibs across the lot. "You haven't seen what this whole mess is doing to him."

"Have you seen what it's doing to Ope?"

"I'm not a complete idiot." She frowned. "My heart goes out to him, it really does but this situation isn't just a simple black and white. There's alot of angles you need to look at before you make the decision to blow the lid off this."

"Exactly why I'm not saying anything yet. For Opie's sake. Piney and Hale know to keep it to themselves for now too."

"How long do you think Piney can hold out for?"

"For his son? As long as we need him to." He made to move inside but Baby caught his wrist again.

"And us?" She asked. "I miss my brother, Jax."

"We're good." He nodded, pulling her in for a hug and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Just keep your head straight."

Even Baby couldn't deny that listening to Clay offer his condolences to Opie in Church felt wrong. She could see Opie's face from her place behind Jax but couldn't bring herself to hold eye contact. Trying to pass this off as the Mayans made her stomach flip. Going after one of their's would ruin the relationship they'd built up with them, the war that had just been halted would kick start and death would surround the club again.

Given that the club was clean and the bar stocked, ready for Bobby's return that evening Baby had nothing to do whilst the boys were gone to get 'revenge' other than sit and worry about them. She knew that Tig, Chibs, Jax and Ope were perfectly capable and would have each others backs but that didn't stop her front wanting to be right there with them so she could see first hand that they were fine. She had always been the same with the Maidens, finding it difficult to pick which task she would be a part of since it meant choosing some of her family to leave alone without her back up.

Of course you don't become a patched member if you can't handle it but she got her protective nature from her mother, something that had her wondering why Gemma hadn't collapsed from stress years ago.

Later that evening the clubhouse and the parking lot was full of club members, old lady's and close friends of the club, all gathered to see the release of Bobby. Despite the other chaos, Baby was happy. Her friend was coming home, she was surrounded by love and she didn't have to hide her feelings for Tig, who was getting more and more frisky with each beer he finished despite being a long way off drunk.

When a car pulled up into the lot she at first thought that it was Bobby, until a bunch of men climbed out. She followed close to Tig who was right at his presidents side as the men spoke.

"We feel it would be best for all concerned if you stop dealing arms to the One Niners and the Mayans." Everyone around Clay shared snorting laughter at this guys comment.

"I don't even know what you're talking about. We're just mechanics and Harley lovers."

"And I see you let little girls join up now." He looked down at Baby's short form, smirking when she reached for the switch blade she kept in her leather garter belt. Tig held up a hand to halt her as he nodded to a man in the back of the strangers group.

"That's one of Darby's guys back there." He noted.

"Mr. Darby is one of our supporters."

"Mm. Expensive car. Hell of a suit. All your teeth. Must be the top of the Aryan food chain, huh?"

"What you do for a living is between you and your maker. I'm not here to adjust your moral compass. This is just a reality check. You're a criminal and you're done selling guns to color." Now Tig lost his cool, cocking a gun. "Are you gonna shoot me, Mr. Trager? With all these witnesses?"

"Look, uh, I don't know what Darby told you and, uh, I don't know what your angle is, but let me be real clear. Nobody threatens SAMCRO. And nobody tells us what we can and can't do. Black, brown or white. So, why don't you just climb back into your little German clown car and drive back to Nazi town? 'Cause the next time you piss all over my shoes, he will kill you. I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are."

"My shop opens in a few weeks. Until then... enjoy."

"What a prick." Baby sighed as Tig wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her away as the group dispersed. "You cooled off, cowboy?"

"Says little miss switchblade." Tig smirked, climbing to sit on the railing and pulling her to stand between his legs. "You really should get something bigger than that."

"Bigger, huh?" She giggled. "How much bigger do you think I should have, Trager?"

"Don't tease me, Baby. It's not nice."

Before she could say anything more another car pulled into the lot, this time met with cheers, hoots and hollers. Bobby was home. Beth skipped over to greet him, pulling him in for a tight hug. When he pulled away he glanced down at her prospect patch, shaking his head with a laugh.

"Didn't take long. Welcome to the family, Baby girl." He hugged her again, kissing her cheek this time before he moved to Tig who warned him off 'his girl' the words bringing up a flush on Baby's cheeks. "Your girl? Jesus, how long was I gone?"

"Too damn long! It's good to have you back, brother." Tig laughed loudly, slapping Bobby on the shoulder before guiding him inside to the bar to get him a drink.

The night went on in high spirits, Gemma leaving to take care of the kids, Jax stopping by briefly to see Bobby... It was nice to forget the bad shit, just for a night. Baby drank a little and danced alot. Mainly with the crow eaters but she managed to grab some of the boys for a song or two. She danced with Tig, him telling her about hard she was making him right in front of everybody and she reminded him that he wasn't getting any, any time soon. He laughed and reminded her that he was cool with that, he had his own hands for now anyway.

It had surprised her, that sex crazed Tig Trager was so ok with her not wanting to have sex with him right from the word go. Of course, there was a part of her that was scared she'd make him wait too long, he'd get bored and she'd find him balls deep in one of the girls she'd been dancing with but the other part of her told her he wouldn't. Some honesty that she saw in his eyes that made her think Tig saw her differently.

"Bobby's passed out... face down in red bush mountain." He spoke to Clay as Baby sat atop the table, looking at the mess she was going to have to clean up in the morning. She dreaded to think how bad it was inside

"Good to have him back."

"Yeah. We're gonna come out the other side of this."

"Yeah, we are. Shit always works out." Clay reached forward to tap Baby, grinning when she smiled down at him, eyes slightly glazed. "You don't get drunk too often do you?"

"Palpitations." She tapped her chest, enjoying the warm buzz the few beers she'd had had given her, yawning after a moment.

"You tired?" Tig asked, finishing off his own drink as she nodded. "C'mon. Let's get you to bed."

"I'm not drunk, y'know, I can manage."

"I'm a little drunk." Tig laughed, keeping his arm around her waist as he pulled her along. "You can help keep me upright."

Clay smiled to himself as he watched the two head inside, arm in arm. Jax and Beth weren't his kids but he loved them like they were. Call him old fashioned but when it came to matters of the heart, he worried about her more. Jax could handle himself where women were concerned, he'd proved that. But Clay always worried about Beth, especially after her sixteenth. He worried it would screw up her relationships she might have when she grew up and of course, the protective side of him wanted to keep her single forever.

And even as a surprise to himself, despite having seen Tig's history with women, he trusted his right hand man when it came to Beth. He'd known Tig since before she was born and knew when Tig was going to screw something up. But he wouldn't this time and not just because he'd been warned of the consequences if he did. Clay saw the look in his eyes, the same one he had for Gemma when John Teller was still alive, same look Jax had for Tara. No, if Clay was going to trust anyone with his little girl it was Tig. They were just good together.

Baby awoke briefly, trapped half under Tig's weight when his phone started to ring. Without even opening his eyes he reached down and pulled the cell from his pocket and picked up, soon leaving the room, presumably to find Clay. She figured she'd leave him to it, rolling over to catch a few more hours before she had to start clearing shit away.

"What's happening?" She mumbled into the pillow, still awake when Tig returned a few minutes later.

"Alvarez found a dead Mayan throwing up nine fingers." He slipped back beneath the covers, pressing himself against her back and burying his nose in her hair.

"Why is that our problem?"

"Cause Opie killed that Mayan but he carved our name into his guts." She felt his chest heave against her back as he sighed. "Jax dumped the body. Must've tried to cover it up."

"It's too early for this bullshit." She shifted until she was lay on her back, giggling when Tig now rested his face in her cleavage, mustache tickling her skin. "What's the next move?"

"Clay's gonna tip off Laroy and meet with him later. We do what we can so this doesn't blow back on us." He let out a small grunt as he moved to lay completely atop her, face pressing firmly between her breasts. "You're amazing."

"Are you just saying that cause you're practically motor boating me?"

"I'm saying that cause your automatic reaction to me getting on top of you was to wrap your legs around me." He chuckled the last part of his sentence as Beth slapped the top of his arm but made no attempt to untangle herself.

When she did finally manage to get out of bed, she made herself and whoever else was awake tea and coffee. She sat down beside a hungover Chibs, letting him lean slightly against her. She had been meaning to ask him about his opinion on her relationship with Tig. Sure Clay was her step father but Chibs was dad to her and even though the only opinion that really mattered was her own, she still couldn't help but want his approval.

"So, uh... Tig and I are kinda dating now."

"Aye." He nodded, sipping his coffee. "I already knew but if I didn't I would after I saw youse hanging all over each other last night."

"We weren't that bad." She elbowed him lightly, laughing and blushing at his comment. "Just wanted to make sure you're cool with it."

"Are you gonna leave him if I'm not cool with it?"

"No."

"Then why are you asking?"

"Cause you're my dad and I want you to like my partner whoever it may be." She smiled and he wrapped his arm around her.

"Darlin', as your da' no one is ever gonna be good enough in my eyes. But, Tig knows the hurt that'll be coming his way if he ever hurts you and I know well enough that you are capable of taking care of yourself. And at least with Tig, I can keep an eye on you."

"Does that mean your ok with it or that you're just putting up with it?"

"So far he seems to be treatin' you right. So I'm fine with it. If that changes though-"

"Yeah, I get the picture." Beth smiled and leaned to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you."

Once she and Sack had finished clearing up after the nights festivities she was ready to just fall back into bed. She hadn't drank that much but it had been pretty late when she and Tig finally got to bed. The familiar tune of her phone stopped her though as she leaned against the bar to answer. It was Tig, calling to say that Gemma had run her caddy off the road the night previous and was at St Thomas. In a panic, Baby was rushing out the door and speeding off on her bike before Half Sack could even ask what happened.

"Tig?" She called as she jogged up the hospital hallway. "Where is she?"

"Hey, calm down. She's alright, she's with Tara. Apparently she's just a little bruised up, that's all."

"Have you see her?"

"Not yet." Clay crossed the room, pulling her into his chest.

Just inside the next room, Unser was telling Gemma that everyone had been told she was in a car crash but had come to see that she was ok. In true Gemma fashion she was pissed.

"Actually they're all here. Jax and the guys."

"Jesus Christ. Is there anyone you didn't tell?" The two of them watched Tara leave to attempt to handle the situation.

"I get that you don't want to see Clay right now but... Maybe having Beth to talk to would help. Huh?"

"No." Gemma shook her head firmly. "She's the last person I want to know. It'd kill her, Wayne." She lowered her head. "Beth cannot find out, you understand?"

It took some convincing but Beth eventually left the hospital with Clay. He assured her that Gemma was fine, reminding her just how tough her mother was. There was a moment that she worried again when she realized Tig had gone with Opie. Not that there was need to but she knew this business with Donna was still eating away at Tig. On the occasional night they spent together, he'd sometimes have fitful, restless sleep or just no sleep at all and when she asked about it she could tell just from the look on his face what was keeping him up.

Pushing it from her mind she stayed by Clay's side, heading back to the clubhouse before the Mayan meet later in the evening. And of course, for all the dramatic shit in this life, there'd always be the ridiculous to counter it. This time? Porn.

"Thoughts?"

"Everybody loves pussy."

"I second that."

"Third it."

"I'm a very big fan of pussy."

"All in favor, like I gotta ask?"

"Pussy!"

"All right. Looks like we're making movies."

Baby laughed to herself from her Church seat, listening to the typical men get excited about the prospect of getting involved in the porn business. The whole thing had got her thinking though. The reason she'd told Tig she wouldn't sleep with him right away was partially due to her past. She still had scars on the inside of her thighs and she couldn't shake the thought of him being put off if he were to see them. But along with that and the mental barriers she'd created for herself over the years, she was completely inexperienced.

She'd made out with a few guys and girls over the years with the Maidens but that was as far as it went and most of those fumbles were under the influence of a shit ton of booze. And she knew how Tig was, had always been. Ever since she could remember she would see some crow eater hanging off Tig's arm whenever she came to visit as a kid. Back then she just thought he had lots of different girlfriends but now she was older she knew it meant that Tig knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. She had no clue.

But the more nights they spent at each others houses, the further they went. Innocent kisses turned into making out. Making out turned into wandering hands. Wandering hands turned into groping and groping turned into grinding, bordering on dry humping. She knew she wanted him, had done since she wasn't repulsed when he put his hands on her like she had been with others in the past. But she didn't know how to go about letting him know. There was still something in her that stopped her from just telling him outright and she'd never tried acting sexy and seductive before. Maybe this porn business might be a good idea. With people like Lyla and Ima around she might be able to pick up a few pointers.

"Baby?" Tig's voice startled her from her thoughts, making her realize she was the only one left in Chapel. "I'm guessing you're not on board with the whole porn thing?"

"What makes you say that?" She frowned, standing up and making her way around the table.

"You haven't said a thing since the vote passed and now you're just sitting there in your own head."

"Just thinking about some stuff." She smiled and slipped her arm around his waist as they left the clubhouse. "And actually I think it might be fun. If I think I see some weird shit around here, I'd imagine I'd see worse in a porn studio."

After Church Baby accompanied the guys to their meet with the Niners, standing just off to the back, by the bikes as a good prospect should. She could see some of Laroy's boys glancing her way and knew Laroy had probably asked Clay about her presence but just managed to remain indifferent. She had to expect this kind of reaction for a while, just until enough people saw her in her cut enough times for it to become a normal thing.

When the Mayans attacked she was quick to find cover before she started shooting back and within seconds she felt that old familiar adrenaline buzzing through her veins. It startled her for a second when she turned and saw Clay and the boys instead of Gloria and the girls but the smile on her face was just the same. This was the shit she lived for. Was she crazy? Maybe a little but so were most people that put on a cut every morning.

"Baby, you good?" Tig asked, jogging over to her once the shooting stopped and the Mayans left. His hands ran down her sides as his eyes frantically searched her for any sign of an injury.

"I'm whole, Tigger." She smiled after noting that he too was fine. Heart still thumping she pulled him down by his cut for a chaste kiss. "You worry too much." She teased, poking his cheek and laughing at his poorly hidden smirk.

"Shut it."

At the clubhouse she was distracted for the most part, trying to help Bobby until Tara got there. When Tara did arrive and took over, Baby turned to head to the kitchen, just catching sight of Gemma before she could.

"Jesus Christ, mum!" She moved closer, reaching up to gently touch her face. "Are you ok?"

"I'm ok, Baby." Gemma forced a smile that Baby could tell was fake but she didn't question it. She imagined she wouldn't feel much like smiling after a crash either. "You ok?"

"Of course." Beth slipped her arm around her mum's waist. "I was gonna get some tea. Join me?"

Gemma nodded, allowing her daughter to lead her through to the kitchen whilst Clay and Jax headed off to talk. Gemma didn't say much, just held the mug close to her between her hands only really moving when she saw Jax pass by and head up to the roof. She tilted her head at Beth who shrugged. Gemma didn't need to stress about anything else right now. When she stood and followed after her son, Beth did the same. The three Teller's sat in silence up on the roof, each with a head full of problems, their own and their shared. But none spoke on it, instead just enjoyed being close and being peaceful if only for a moment.