A/N: I'm sorry I haven't updated before now. Spent all weekend in bed with extreme back pain then spent all Monday night in the ER. I'm feeling a bit better so you'll get more than one update today. Thanks for your patience!


"Call Tara, have her meet us at the clubhouse. Layla, got get Bobby & Juice!" Tig instructed

"Doll, you gotta stay awake! Stay with me.." Tig all but begged

"What the hell?" Bobby exclaimed as he and Juice rushed out of the strip club

"Long story, Anai's hurt, gotta rush to the clubhouse." Jax stated, "I'll call Opie to bring the van."

Bobby watched as Tig whispered to Anai trying to keep her conscious. The big bellied man watched as Tig stroked the young woman's face tenderly, how he held her in a way to cause the least amount of extra pain. It was then that Bobby noticed the short, broad sword sticking out of Anai's shoulder. He winced knowing Tig would want justice for this. But he wanted to know who the hell the 3 dead men were that were layed out on the ground. Layla asked Juice if he'd get her ninja stars out of the 2 guys which raised eyebrows.

All Anai could really hear were the whispers of the man holding her. That voice. She opened her eyes momentarily to find herself staring into a pair of very worried, very concerned, almost frightened ice blue eyes. Eyes that belonged to... voice that belonged to... Tig?

"Come on Doll, stay with me. You have to." Tig whispered, stroking her face again

Layla stood back trying to hold her tears back. When Jax looked over to her he realized just how upset she was and quickly moved to where she stood. Layla had wrapped her arms around herself in a feeble attempt at consoling herself. Jax wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He had to smile slightly when she buried her face in his chest. It didn't take long for Opie to come to a screeching stop with the big black van. Chibs arrived a minute or so later with the flatbed to take the bikes of people who were riding in the van back to the clubhouse.

Bobby watched as Tig tenderly, and very cautiously, picked Anai up in his arms. Tig was trying to not cause more damage to her especially with the sword still lodged her shoulder. Bobby looked at his Sgt-At-Arms and noted Tig actually looked worried. Tig shouted for Opie to hurry up when Layla hopped into the van. Juice was pulling Anai's bike on the flatbed with Chibs helping. Opie made sure no one else was riding in the van before hauling ass back to the clubhouse. Bobby and Jax sped through town escorting the van to make sure nothing happened. Not that they were really expecting something because it was nearly 2am.

"Jesus, what happened?" Tara questioned before she got a good look at Anai

"Fight at the club. This is still sticking through her shoulder." Tig retorted, motioning towards the sword

"Oh my..." Tara exclaimed, "...well first thing, we gotta pull it out of her shoulder."

Jax, Bobby, Juice, Opie, and Chib all came rushing into the clubhouse. Tara informed them of what had to be done so while Tig held Anai in place, Chibs helped Tara pull the sword out. Tig winced at the painful sounds emanating from Anai's throat. He'd done unspeakable things to others, he was a Marine afterall and the Sgt-At-Arms, these sounds didn't usually bother him. Coming from the woman in his arms, however, damn near broke him. She tried jerking away but Tig held her tightly in place.

As carefully as he could, Chibs pulled the sword carefully out of her shoulder. Tig watched as blood began pouring out of the wound. He couldn't hide the worry on his face as he and Chibs moved her to the black leather couch. Immediately Tara began cleaning the wound while everyone else stood around. Layla stood back, wrapped in Jax's arms, and watched as the doc worked on her friend. She'd been stabbed before, been shot, but seeing her wounded like this never got any easier. She and Anai were very, very close and had been for several years. Layla was unsure what she'd do without Anai around. They were 2 peas in pod!

An hour or so later, Tara had finally finished up with Anai. She handed over 2 bottles to Tig; an antibiotic, and Vicodan for the pain. She also left materials to clean the wounds with since she had an entry wound, exit wound, and the cut on her arm. That one was pretty bad too but not as serious as the through-and-through. Tara made sure Anai got in the first round of antibiotics and the pain killer before the injured woman drifted off into a drug-induced sleep. Bobby watched as Tig carefully lifted Anai up into his arms and moved her to his room. Juice grabbed everything else and followed the Sgt-At-Arms. Tig gently laid her on his bed and made sure she was comfortable before leaving his room.

"What the fuck happened?" Juice questioned, looking between Layla, Jax & Tig

Layla sighed before telling them all she knew. Including the fact that the rest of Oly Beteg would think their guys simply gotten laid and not think twice of their 3 guys disappearing. She explained everything about the fight, with Jax interjecting and telling of the way she handled her ninja stars, and how Anai had gotten injured in the first place. Tara sighed, times like this was why she'd left Jax in the first place even though she was still the club's personal doctor. Jax thought Tig and Juice should go back out and deal with the bodies before the sun rose and thought everyone else should just go back to whatever they'd been doing. Tig and Juice quickly left to handle their task while most grabbed some alcohol or headed straight back to their house or dorm. Jax hadn't said a single word to Tara and Layla picked up on the the evident strain between the pair.

When Tig and Juice returned, he headed straight for his room. Anai was still soundly sleeping, curled up with his pillow. He had to smile at the sight of her. With a deep sigh, he stripped himself of all his clothes and hopped in the shower. He wanted to get the stench of blood and dirt off him before crawling into bed. The last thing he wanted was to aid in her wounds getting infected! As soon as he'd gotten comfortable in bed, she moved closer to him and groaned in pain. Smiling, he wrapped an arm around her to hold her next to him. He hated to admit it to himself, but he was scared. Scared of what almost happened to her, scared of what he was feeling, scared of how things were changing between him and her.