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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 67: DOCTOR, DOCTOR!

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Gemma watched the exchange between Cameron and Sydney with a proud smile on her face for the young girl and the sacrifice that she had made for the club, rolling her eyes with a chuckle when he gave her the religious pendant - turning away to see Cherry standing across the room awkwardly, waiting to say her goodbyes.

Cherry sighed as Cameron made his way out to the truck, adding even more reality to the already bleakly real situation. Her eyes fell to the floor, chewing her lip as Gemma reluctantly made her way over to her and pulled her into a hug. "Thank you." She whispered, grateful for the bit of joy that the approval of the Matriarch was able to give her.

Gemma nodded, pulling away from the younger girl and leaning down so that she was eye-level with her. "No more burning down shit." She nodded sternly.

Cherry chortled, another small smile coming to her face. "Right." She exchanged an understanding nod with the older woman, making her way to the door tentatively to say goodbye to Sydney as she stood with another woman that she had never been formally introduced to.

"Get over here." Sydney laughed as she pulled the timid brunette into her arms. "Now." She started as she pulled away. "I want you to go and give that Irish charter hell. But not as much hell as you're going to give that man right there." She pointed out the door at Happy who was loading her things into the back of the truck from Tara's car.

Cherry nodded as she laughed, hugging Sydney once more. "He cares about you a lot." She told her quietly.

Sydney nodded slowly as she bit the inside of her lip, pulling her eyes away from the man that just weeks ago; she would've called her best friend - her family. "Go." She nodded out the door with a smile. "I'll take care of him." She nodded to Half-Sack.

"Thank you." Cherry nodded with a smile before she took the leap of faith, crossing the threshold where she took Half-Sack's hand and let him lead her to the truck.

Sydney leant against the doorframe as Cameron climbed inside the loud vehicle, holding the door open as he waited for Cherry who was hugging Half-Sack one last time. "That's sad." She commented as she watched the young couple share their last kiss.

"Yeah…" Gemma agreed half-heartedly from where she leant against the other side.

Tara stood in the background awkwardly, looking at the somber scene between the two women before she decided to take her own leap of faith - taking a deep breath before she placed one foot in front of the other, shifting her eyes around nervously until she stepped into her new place - among the strong women of SAMCRO.

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Tig strolled up the stone pathway to Sydney's house with a smile - something that he was getting more accustomed to having as a part of his daily routine as the days went by. He stopped his stride as he allowed himself to take in the peaceful moment - taking a deep, cleansing breath of summer's eve air as he looked past the brown house at the beautiful pink and orange sunset while the faint sound of country music came from the backyard. But that wasn't the only thing that was coming from the backyard. His brows wrinkled as he let the aroma of freshly barbecued meat lead him inside, following his nose all the way through the house and out the back door onto the patio where he found Sydney swaying to the music as she flipped steaks on the grill.

"Baby." He sighed as he came up behind her when he saw that she was on her feet, wrapping his arms around her as she looked over her shoulder with a grin. "You didn't have to cook." He told her as he kissed her jaw, deciding that her doctor's appointment must've gone well.

"I did." Sydney scoffed with a smile, turning in his arms where she wrapped hers around his neck and hung off of his shoulders, pulling him in time with the music as she leaned up to kiss him. She had been living off of take-out and coffee for weeks, she had been dying to not only be able to enjoy, but to make a home-cooked meal again. "Besides." She smirked as she pulled away. "Isn't that why you got me all these groceries?"

"I got em so that I could feed you, not the other way around." He shook his head with a sly smile, placing his hands on her hips as he swayed to the beat with her.

"Guess you're just gonna have to beat me to it next time." She grinned as she made to pinch his nose with the barbecue-sauce-covered tongs, laughing as he flinched.

Tig laughed with her, a warm smile radiating from his weary face as she goofed around like usual - a sight that he was still grateful to see after such a shaky few weeks. He knew that the depth of his worries was often unwarranted, but with the life that he'd lived and the shit he'd seen - it'd become all too easy to subscribe to the idea that happiness wouldn't last.

Sydney made a show of setting the tongs down and stepping away from the barbecue where they were not out of reach - smiling when he pulled her back into his arms. "I missed this…" She whispered as she rested her head against his chest while they danced slowly around the patio.

"I don't remember any of our dances being this slow." He chuckled with his lips on the top of her head.

"I just missed being able to do it." She clarified as she lifted her head, resting her chin against his chest as she looked up at him.

"It wasn't that long, baby."

"It felt like forever…" She stared into his blue eyes longingly.

"Yeah…" He nodded slowly. "Yeah, I guess it did." She wasn't wrong. The fact that it had only been two weeks since they'd broken up was unfathomable to him - it felt like a lifetime ago with all they'd endured in just a few short days. "How was the doctor?" He changed the subject.

"Good." She nodded, pulling away to grab the meat from the grill and head back inside. Even though she had somehow managed to cross the final worry off of her list today by having had the appointment go well with no signs of further muscle damage - she still wanted to keep that door tightly closed.

"Was Tara able to get him to do it for free?" He asked as he followed her inside.

"Yep." She placed the large plate on the island as she began gathering cutlery.

"Stitches come out okay?" He knew that he was pushing a touchy subject that she was clearly trying to avoid, but he still needed his own peace of mind.

"Uh-huh." She nodded.

"Alright, well how does it look?" He looked to her expectantly.

"Scarred." She shrugged. "Most of the bruising faded, it's just a little red. He said I can start driving again when I'm finished with my meds at the end of the week."

"That's good." He nodded. "You gonna let me see?" He raised a brow as his eyes flicked down to her thigh which was exposed in the denim shorts that she was wearing - the wound wrapped in just a tensor bandage

"Later." She turned away from him.

"Uh, okay." He blinked awkwardly a few times. "I uh… I would've liked to be there, you know…" He rubbed the back of his neck.

"I know." She told him theatrically, rolling her eyes as she tried to keep the mood light.

"Will you at least sit down and let me take care of this?" He gestured to the display of food that she was making to plate up.

"Come on, baby." She pushed herself up onto the island, dragging her foot up his leg as she arched her back in a deep stretch that she was elated to be able to do pain-free. "Tara slipped me some morphine. I wanna take advantage while I can." She used the best cover that she could think of before he questioned her movements any deeper.

"You know that's not the point of taking pain meds, right? Doing things that hurt just because you can't feel it." He smiled knowingly as she straightened back up - now the dancing and determination to cook made sense.

"Yes." She rolled her eyes playfully, as if that wasn't exactly what she had been doing. "But it's fun to pretend." She smiled as he settled between her legs, tilting her head up and placing her hands on his sides - waiting for his lips.

Tig leaned down and pressed his lips to her softly. "You sure that's not gonna get her in trouble?" He didn't necessarily care if Tara got in trouble - what he cared about was how Jax would react if she did.

"Eh." She shrugged as she slid off of the countertop. "There are inappropriate doctor-patient relationships everywhere - I'm not too worried about it." She spun around dramatically - giggling as she almost lost her balance.

Tig chuckled as she struggled to keep her footing, pulling her against him before she could fall. "Inappropriate doctor-patient relationships, huh?" He smirked as he held her upright.

Mission accomplished. "Yes, doctor." She grinned back as she tugged at his collar.

"You gonna tell me where it hurts?" He purred as he slid his hands up her sides.

"Well that's your job to figure out, isn't it? Doctor?" She looked up at him innocently.

"Yeah… Yeah you're right." He nodded as his voice dropped and his eyes fell to her cleavage in the white tanktop that she was wearing. "What about here?" He asked as his hands roughly groped her tits where she nodded with a gasp. "Here?" He moved to her neck, nipping at a faded hickey.

"Mmm." She moaned again. "There." She nodded eagerly.

"Where?" He asked as he pressed his lips to her ear. "Here?" He bit the same spot again, a little harder this time.

"Yes." She moaned shakily as she tilted her head back further. "Fix it for me, doctor?"

"I will, Princess." He nodded, catching her lips in a heated kiss before pulling away abruptly - forcing himself to keep the smirk off of his face when she whimpered at the loss of contact. "Get undressed and lay down on my table. I'll be right back to make you feel better." He pushed the dishes on the island out of the way before disappearing around the corner and ducking into the bathroom.

Sydney laughed at his doctor impression, letting the smile linger on her face as she did what she was told - stripping down for an examination for the second time today, only this time she wasn't worried about the results.

Tig took his time arranging his erection in his pants to a position that would be manageable long enough to keep up the charade. "Good girl…" He nodded approvingly as he came out to see Sydney laying across the island in her bra and panties.

"Is this good, doctor?" She asked as she arched her back up off of the marble surface, dragging her hands up her body.

"This is perfect, Princess." He nodded, trailing his fingertips up the inside of her thigh slowly - watching the goosebumps break out over her tanned skin. "Does this hurt?" He asked as he flattened his hands against her thighs, dragging them all the way down to her feet.

"Mmm no, doctor." She purred as she closed her eyes.

"Good." He smoothed them back up. "What about this?" He gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the island. "How does that feel?" He asked as he ground his denim covered crotch against hers.

"Good." She moaned, grinding against him as best she could until she felt him lifting her leg onto his shoulder.

"And this?" He asked with his lips against her ankle, sliding a hand back up her thigh where he brushed his fingers over her lace-covered mound.

"Yes, doctor." She shivered, squeaking as her eyes flew open when she felt his hand slide into the side of her panties and his hot mouth on her sensitive foot.

Tig smiled around her dainty toes, curling his tongue around them as he began slowly massaging her clit. "You like that?" He narrowed his eyes animalistically, feeling them gloss over with lust as she nodded and sucked her pouty lip between her teeth - elated that she once again responded more than favorably to his extension of their sexual boundaries.

"Right there, doctor." She nodded feverishly.

He kissed the sole of her foot, gently lowering it down as he leant over her - his fingers trailing down to her slit and slowly pushing inside of her as he approached her lips. "Is this helping, Princess?" He whispered, absorbing the breathy moan that left her lips.

Sydney moaned and mewled as she tried to soak up the moment for as long as she could as he scissored his fingers inside of her, finally giving in under his demanding gaze. "It is… But I think that you need to go in and fix the problem, doctor." She spoke into his mouth.

"I think that's a good idea." He nodded as he slowly slid his digits out of her, gently replacing her panties before bringing his coated fingers up to her mouth where she sucked off her own juices - placing them into his own mouth as he straightened up.

Sydney dragged her feet up his sides, hooking her ankles over his shoulders where she eagerly leveraged herself so that he could slide her panties down.

"Such a perfect patient." He mused as he gently removed the white lace from her perfect body, lowering himself to his knees where he slid her legs down his shoulders and pulled her straight to his mouth.

Sydney dug her heels into his back as she felt his tongue on her - moaning as he wasted no time teasing her. "What does it taste like, doctor?" She felt her hips instinctually rocking towards him.

"Tequila sunrise." He grinned, nipping at the inside of her thigh.

"I thought it was supposed to be sex on the beach?" She giggled.

"It's all the same, doll." He licked a long stripe through her folds. "Sweet." Another lick. "Juicy." He growled before another. "Perfection." He sucked on her clit while teasing her entrance with his tongue. "How does this feel, Princess?"

"I think you're getting closer…" She lifted her hips all the way up off of the counter, gasping when she felt him push her back down - resting his arm across them to keep her in place.

"I'm gonna give you an injection. You tell me how it feels, okay?" He told her as he slid a finger into her, getting back to work with his tongue.

Sydney didn't answer again - letting her increased moaning do the talking for her as she moved in any way that she could - gripping the edge of the counter and pressing her head back against the marble until she felt herself getting dizzy.

"Is it helping, Princess?" He asked with a satisfied smile as she watched her losing control under his touch.

"I-" A low moan came from deep in her throat as she tried to answer. "I think I need a stronger dosage."

Tig smiled as he got to his feet, reaching for his belt buckle. "This one might hurt a bit…" He told her as he pulled his dick out. "It's a big needle." He raised a brow.

Sydney giggled, trying not to break character as he smiled at her smugly. "I can take whatever you give me, doctor." She nodded as she spread her legs open before him.

"That's what I like to hear, Princess." He growled as he lined up with her entrance. "And this is what I like to see." He nodded as he slicked himself with the abundance of wetness pooling between her legs.

"You're just good at what you do, doctor." She looked up at him with those glossy doe eyes that put every pornstar that Tig had ever seen to shame.

"This should ease some of the discomfort." He told her as he pressed his thumb against her clit and slid into her slowly, his eyes rolling back as he listened to the long whine come from her lips as he fully sheathed himself - pulling back just as slow. "You're doing good, Princess." He told her as he slid back in.

"Am I tight enough, doctor?" She whimpered breathily.

"Oh yeah, baby." He groaned as he slowly thrusted in and out again. "Can you flex for me?"

"Like this?" She looked at him innocently as she squeezed her inner muscles around him.

"Yeah." He blinked rapidly. "Just like that." He nodded. "You've been doing a good job taking care of yourself, Princess." He rubbed her clit faster.

"Oh I can't possibly take the credit for that, doctor." She shook her head. "My old man takes real good care of me."

Tig shivered when he felt the slightest twitch of her inner walls as the words 'old man' left her lips. "Does he?" He raised a brow as he thrusted into her roughly, enjoying the hiccuped gasp that left her lips. Even though it was just a part of their stupid game, it stil excited him to hear.

"Mhmm…" She felt him swelling inside of her, flexing again as she rubbed her hands over her tits.

Tig let his eyes fall closed as his hips began snapping quicker and quicker, hearing her moans getting louder and louder until he felt her tightening around him - pulling himself together so that he could finish strong.

"I'm almost finished, Princess." He took her face into his hands and looked deep into her eyes while he fucked her. "Just need to find the right spot and then it's time for your medicine."

"I can swallow it all, doctor." She nodded eagerly.

Tig felt a spark of excitement when the heavenly words left her pouty lips, his pupils fully blowing out with lust as he rubbed her clit even faster - hoping to bring her to her release quickly now that he knew what was waiting for him at the finish line.

Sydney yanked him to her lips when she felt him building her orgasm faster, kissing him ferociously as he pushed her over the edge, revelling in the pleasure for a few seconds before she pushed him away and slid off of the counter.

Tig groaned when he felt her mouth on him the instant that she fell to her knees before him, his head rolling back as she sucked him into the back of her throat. He placed a hand on the smooth marble of the island to stabilize himself as he felt his dick swelling bigger and bigger in her hot little mouth until he finally bursted - pulling away and lifting her to her feet where he claimed her mouth instantly, tasting the combination of their releases while their chests both heaved against one another as they came down. To hell with the disappointment that he hadn't been able to accompany her at the doctor's - playing doctor had been way better.

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Hale sat back against the uncomfortable chair in the security room as he watched the surveillance tape where Otto was sitting alone in the small room slumped over the metal table, hardly looking up when Stahl entered.

"Here is your statement." She told him as she crossed the room and stood on the opposite side of the table, placing the transcript down on the table. "Can you make sure we've got it all right, please?"

Otto leaned over slightly, his damaged eyes looking over the paper. "I hope you had a nice visit." She stood above him with her hands on her hips.

"I did, thanks." He deadpanned.

Stahl nodded as silence filled the room again. "You sign, then I'll sign." She didn't have the energy to continue trying to make small talk with the quiet criminal.

"Shit…" He grumbled.

"What's the matter?"

"I don't have my glasses." He shook his head in frustration as he tried to read the small print of the legal document. "Did I say this was June, or July?" His handcuffed wrists came up to rest on the cool metal of the table as he pointed to the date.

"It looks like July to me-" Before Stahl knew it, she felt an unbelievably strong force on the back of her head, slammed her face down into the table. She screamed as the pain spread across her face instantly, trying to suck in a breath when she felt herself being lifted up, but before she could fill her lungs, she was slammed back down.

"Oh shit!" Hale yelled as he watched the horror unfolding across the fuzzy monitor.

The attack didn't last long until Otto felt himself being hauled off of her and thrown to the ground, laughing hysterically as the guards kicked their steel-toed boots into his spine. The deal had been made and his wife was free, but there was no way that his testimony against the club would hold up in court after this stunt.

Hale turned around as two guards escorted a stunned and bleeding Stahl into the small security room, rushing over to her with a wad of paper towels that he held up to her mouth which was pouring blood.

"Get off me!" She yelled, shoving him away and shaking off the two men that were holding each of her arms. "Get off me." Tears filled her eyes as the anger spread through every cell in her body while she stared across the room at the tape which showed the animal of a man being thrown against the table with a sick smile on his face. She should've known better than to try and negotiate with terrorists.

"Ma'am." She heard behind her, not turning around. "The ports are empty. We've lost Cameron Hayes." She recognized the voice of her lead commander that she'd assigned on today's search of the docks where they had tracked the Irishman to.

"I'm gonna bury these assholes." This was no longer negotiation, this was war.

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Be honest… Are we really that surprised that Tig has a foot fetish? :/

Song for this chapter

Drunk On You - Luke Bryan