WARNINGS: THIS IS WHERE IT ENDS BADLY. sorry but as I've said from the beginning, I'm following the course of the show, which means no happy ending. This is also the final chapter, except for a short epilogue. I know I said it might take me a while to get this post but honestly I just wanted to get it written. I want to finish this because it's hurts just too damn much to keep putting it off. So here you are. I'd say enjoy but I know you won't.

Tig strolled back out of the club house, zipping up his hood over his cut, Bobby and Opie at his heel as the parade of Harley headed for the gate. He'd much rather be heading out with them to deal with the Mexican's, but Clay wanted him to deal with Georgie, and as the good sergeant he was, he followed orders.

He flagged down Kozik as he passed. The blond pulling to a halt in front of him, his engine still running. Happy paused too, looking between them with a head shake and an eye roll. Tig stepped forward, fully aware of the eye that were on him.

"Ride safe." he murmured, as he always did when they were forced to take separate jobs.

"You too." Kozik nodded with a grin and a nod.

There was a moment of silence as they pair just looked at each other, then Tig turned to head for his bike, Bobby and Opie already sat waiting for him.

"Hey Tiggy!" Kozik called as the older man took a few more steps.

Tig turned with a frown as Kozik waved him back. "What?" he grumbled; his hands on his hips.

He was surprised by the gloved hand that snapped out to grip the collar of his shirt and pulled him in, crushing their mouths together in an open wet kiss that held promise of more later. Tig drew back and glared at his lover, blue eyes narrow. "Oh, you're so paying for that, fucker."

"Should hope so too." Kozik smirked wickedly, his eyes gleaming.

"If you two are finished. Can we go?" Happy remarked with a huff.

Kozik nodded and shifted his weight on this Harley. "Later, Tinkerbelle." he winked before shooting off out of the gate to catch up with the others.

Tig was still smiling when he turned and headed for his bike, Bobby and Opie grinning like Cheshire cats.

"Oh, are they adorable." Bobby cooed with a laugh.

"Fuck you." Tig snapped, throwing his leg over the sleek black machine.

"Yeah. Right little Burt and Ernie."

Tig's flipped the pair of them the finger and started his engine as they laughed at him. "Can we just get this fucking done with?"

"Yeah. - After all, you got dinner to make for your old man, right."

Tig glared at the chuckling hippy. "Listen Elvis, if anyone's the old man here, it's me." with that he pulled his Harley away from its parking space.

~TIKOZI~

The shit with Georgie didn't take all that long; they were back at the club house after two hours, propping up the bar. Bobby had been quiet since they gotten back, losing himself in a bottle. Tig busied himself behind the bar; just too keep his mind of the need that was curling himself him. He felt ridiculous and pathetic, they'd only been apart for two hours and Tig felt like he was practically climbing the wall. Like he needed to see Kozik, make sure he was in one piece. He figured it was because they hadn't had much time together since Kozik's return to Charming. Club business just kept separating them. But he'd meant what he'd said to Kozik that morning. He wasn't going to let Clay send him on another run, if it meant butting heads with his president then so be it.

He was in the men's room when he heard the first growl of engines heading into the club car park and he'd never in a million years admit the joy that filled him, or the skip his heart made. And certainly not the way he practically ran from the small toilet. Grabbing Kozik's cut from the back of the chair he'd left it hanging from.

He had to dodge out of the way as Juice came barrelling past him, a broken look on his face. He wouldn't meet Tig's eyes and a knot tightened in the sergeant's stomach as the boy vanished into the back of the club house. Tig looked up at the other strolled in, Chibs rushing after Juice, but not before pausing to look at Tig. He didn't need to say the words; Tig read them in the man's face. The sympathy, the guilt. It told him what he didn't want to hear. Tig inhaled deeply, his fingers tightening around the cut in his hand and he gave the man a sharp nod of acknowledgement and then Chibs was gone, rushing after his boy.

Tig legs felt like jelly on the inside but he managed to make it to the bar, pouring himself a drink in silence as he lay the cut in front of him. As Jax finally strolled in. "Shit." he whispered, running his hands over the battered leather, smoothing it out. "Did he go fast?" he asked, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind buzzing with shock. He felt numb, unable to think or realize just what it all meant.

"Yeah. He was dead before he felt it." Jax replied, his eyes showing the sympathy he felt.

Tig nodded, turning back to stare down at the leather beneath his hand. His fingers absently brushing over the patch. He swallowed hard against the lump that was rising in his throat.

"Everyone else whole?" Bobby asked softly.

"Yeah." Clay replied, marching around the bar to get himself a drink. "Cartel feud is squashed."

Tig gently lifted Kozik's cut, folding it, before putting it back on the bar and flattening it once more under his palm. His hand felt like that were trembling.

"Where we at with Georgie?" Clay asked.

Tig turned to his best friend, staring at him for a moment, sighing as he realized that's really all Clay cared about. The damn club. He'd just lost the man he actually loved and all Clay was concerned with was his damn business deals.

"What?"

Tig fixed him with tired eyes. "Oswald was right…." he replied matter-of-factly. "The Asians, they're onboard with Charming Heights. Georgie can't stop it."

Clay huffed, grabbing his drink and headed for the chapel. Not even waiting to raise a glass to a fallen brother. Tig watched him with angry eyes. Unable to believe that his best friend, the man he'd stood by for years, who he'd killed for, didn't even have the common decency to give him a word or look of condolence.

Tig didn't speak, didn't think he'd be able to say his lovers name every again. It even hurt to hear Jax say it as he raised a toast to him. He just stood numbly with his palms pressed to the man's cut. He threw back his drink in toast, slamming the glass down on the bar with more force that was probably necessary. He could feel the other's eyes on him. He didn't want the sympathy or pity, he didn't want to talk about Kozik, he didn't want to be anywhere near them. Turning he grabbed a large full bottle of Jack and marched out of the club house. Eyes following him.

The garage had been close half an hour. Everyone having left and Tig was glad for it. He wanted to be alone but he couldn't face going home. He pulled on the chairs to close the metal shutters, plunging him into dim light, then he dropped down against the far wall and opened the bottle. He gulped down mouthful after mouthful, welcoming the burn along his throat. But it wasn't that burn that was making his eyes fill with tears and he wouldn't pretend it was. He'd lost Kozik. His friend, his brother, his lover. The only person who'd ever actually gotten beneath Tig's skin to the point of almost being a part of it.

Tig pulled the bottle from his trembling lips, pressing the cold glass to his forehead as his body shook from the pain cursing through it. He felt like there were knifes ripping at his chest from the inside. He could feel each slice of the blade. His heart had stopped beating, he was sure of that. He couldn't feel it's movement, nor that of his lungs. When had he last taken a breath? He didn't know. Tears streamed down his cheeks, staining his tanned aging flesh, before dropping to do the same to his leather. His hands were actually shaking now, so badly he couldn't stop them. The garage echoed with the sound of his sobs, vibrating off the metal shutters and stone walls.

He knew this was punishment. God taking revenge for what he'd done to Donna, to Opie and his kids. Forcing him to feel what his brother felt when he'd lost the wife he loved so much. And Tig couldn't blame him. He deserved that punishment, probably more to. He just wished it hadn't been at the cost of Kozik's life.

He wished the man had never come back to Charming. He should have stayed in Tacoma. Hell, better yet he should never have joined the Son's in the first place. He should have stayed back with his brother, gotten married to his high school sweetheart and had two point five kids. And if Tig had had any sense ten years ago, he would have kicked him to the curb the day he rode into him.

Glass shattered against the metal shutter as Tig flung the bottle against it with a furious broken yell. This was all his fault. His and the clubs, and Clay's. His eyes hardened on the empty space in front of him. It was all Clay's fault. He'd gotten them into this. He'd gotten them involved drugs and the Cartel. If it hadn't have been for that Tara wouldn't have been hurt and Jax wouldn't have dragged them off to get revenge. He wouldn't have gotten Kozik killed. Yes, this was all on Clay.

Tig stared into nothing, his heartbreak slowly being swallowed up by anger. He didn't know how long he'd sat there, just staring and thinking and blaming. But when he finally dragged himself to his feet and out of the garage it was dark. He still felt numb, empty when he caught sight of Gemma, her face a battered mess. He marched over to her, touching her face. A fresh wave of shock flooding through him. "Gem? This was Clay." it wasn't a question.

"Not now, Tiggy." she shook her head, her eyes as empty as his. She smiled softly up at him before heading for the office.

Tig stared at the club house. Not only had his so-called best friend gotten his lover killed, he'd also beaten the hell out of his old lady. A woman Tig loved. Clay wasn't the man he knew anymore, wasn't the friend and brother he loved. He was a stranger who was slowly destroying them all.

Tig walked calmly back into the club house, ignoring the looks from the remaining brothers who seemed to still be toasting Kozik. "Where's Clay." he asked in a harsh shallow tone.

"Back room." Juice replied.

Tig nodded and walked towards the long corridor of rooms. He paused before he reached Clay's room. Glancing down at the cut he wore. Slowly he drew his knife from his belt and pressed the tip into the threading of his Sergeant's patch.

"What?" Clay snapped as Tig paused in the doorway.

Tig stared at him. He wanted to yell at him, it him. Make him feel how Gemma felt. How he felt. But he said none of it, he just stepped slowly into the room. "Here."

Clay turned to stare at him. His eyes fixed on the patch in Tig's hand.

"You're right." Tig murmured. "This ain't the way it works." then he turned and walked out of the room.

Tig marched out of the club house with the knowledge that he'd lost everything he held dear in a single day. His friend, his patch but worst of all the man he loved.

A/N: Firstly: I'd like us all to raise a glass to Kozik. A character whose role in our SOA lives was cut horribly short. Because Kurt Sutter is evil like that and I think really has it in for out Tiggy, and maybe us.

Second: If that sucked, I'm sorry. It was probably the hardest chapter I think I've ever written because I really REALLY didn't want to write it. But to me this story as always been heading to this, it's been about Tig through out, how he's had to come to terms with his relationship, his feeling and ultimate losing what he'd just found and how that might have effected the decisions he made at the end of the season. I chose to end her because I really couldn't think of any other place to end it. Everything that happens after this point in my head happens exactly as it does on the screen. It has always been in my head from the moment I say the season that Tig's anger at Clay was rooted in Kozik's death and that seeing Gemma beaten up was like the last strew on an already bad day.

Anyway, I've got a very short epilogue for you and then that's it for this story.