Authors note: Sorry it took so long for the second chapter, I know its still a little slow but it will start to pick up soon, I promise. Thanks for all the reviews, I don't know what happened to the quotations marks in the first chapter, they were there when I typed it. But hope you all enjoy, please review and I'm up for suggestions if there is anything you would like to see happen in the story just let me know!
It was night time, the crowd and commotion of Katie's home coming had finally faded away. The club house was silent and motionless, except for the sounds of distress coming from one of the rooms. On any other occasion screams and moans heard were out of pleasure and euphoria. This, however, was not one of those occasions. Katie had declined Clay and Gemma's offer to stay with them, claiming it would be easier for her to stay at the club house. Tig had volunteered to remain with her to make sure she would be ok, sleeping on the couch of course since she was sleeping in her room. But, sleep was not an option tonight and he realized why she refused Clay's offer, and why she argued with him about staying behind.
He sat on the couch feeling somewhat helpless. It had been going on for quite some time, but now it seemed to get worse. He had heard before not to wake someone having a nightmare that had been in a war, and that there was the possibility of them becoming violent. But, he wondered, how much longer could he let this go on? He decided to walk into the room and gage how bad the situation really was. Once inside and stationed next to the bed, he almost couldn't believe what he saw. She tossed and turned, moaning and yelling things he couldn't quite make out. Her body was soaked in sweat, the sheets and her white tank top stained with blood. Her stitched must have broken loose. He had to wake her.
"Katie," he said kneeling next to the bed. "Katie, wake up, come on Katie!"
He shook her arm gently at first, then more desperately after she wouldn't wake up.
"Katie!" He yelled with one last good shake.
Then as if someone lit a fire underneath her, she sat up in bed, eyes open.
"What? What's wrong? Where am I?" She said blinking her eyes looking around.
"It was a dream, you're at the clubhouse in Charming," Tig said rubbing her shoulder.
"A dream? Fuck," She said laying back onto the bed.
"I think, uh, I think out busted a stitch or two," he said motioning down to the blood on her shirt and the sheets.
"Fuck, really again?" She said as she threw the covers back and slowly got out of bed.
Sure enough, he was right a few stitches had pulled free when she was thrashing around in bed. Tig insisted they call Jax's girlfriend, but Katie simply told him to "stop being such a bitch and grow a dick."
"I'll be fine until morning, it isn't that bad, it happens all the time," she reassured him.
Tig laughed and grabbed the bandages. She had always been a smart mouthed little brat, but he never expected anything like that, he couldn't help but laugh.
"I don't want to make it sound like I actually give a shit, but are you sure this shouldn't be looked at right now?" He said as he cleaned and bandaged the wound.
"I bleed for a damn week, every fucking month and survive, I don't think a few busted stitches is going to be life or death," she said sharply.
"Still a bitch, a funny bitch, but none the less always a bitch," he replied with a chuckle.
It was comforting to have Tig around, fighting and bantering like they always did. It was a small reminder that she was finally home. Granted, she was sure things were never going to be back to the way they used to be, there was simply too much lost time, but it was worth a shot. The only thing to do was to build on what there was left, although it might not be much, it was a start. Tig went back to his couch, laying down, hoping to get some sleep, and to his surprise he actually did. Katie had finally fallen asleep without a sound, no screaming or moaning just silence.
Tara was at the club house early, waiting for Katie to wake up since Tig insisted they let her sleep. He explained to Tara and Clay about her back, the gash and the busted stitches, but he decided to leave out the detail of her nightmares. Clay sat, he brow furrowed, anger and hurt in his eyes. Tig told Clay to let it go, not to make a big deal out of it, that it might only make it worse. Just then the door opened. Katie walked out, showered and dressed, her hair down and make up on. She looked awesome, he thought to himself, a little tired, but awesome. She was dressed in a tight, faded Harley shirt, a pair of jeans and her Harley boots. As she walked her chain reaper boot strap clanged against the side of her boot and Tig couldn't help but wonder how long it took her to get those boots on by herself.
"I imagine this must be Tara," Katie said walking up.
The two of them exchanged courtesies and Tara got to work telling Katie to take her shirt off.
"OH!" Clay yelled putting his hands up blocking his view of his niece.
"Relax Uncle Clay, I have a bra on," Katie chuckled.
"Wow," Tara murmured looking at the wound and getting to work.
Tig walked around to stand next to Tara and watch her work. It was really so Clay didn't catch him looking at his niece's perfect tits, the stitching seemed like a good out. The last few times Tig bandaged her she only pulled her shirt up half way, so he was surprised to see the two tattoos on her upped back between her shoulder blades. The top tattoo was a USMC tattoo, colored in red, white and blue. The bottom was a black and gray reaper with a simple phrase tattooed around it. "My strength, My sanity"
"She did miss us after all," he thought to himself.
Later that night they had a welcome home party for Katie, people filled the club house along with the smell of booze and cigarette smoke. She sat at a table surrounded by old friends, telling stories and jokes. She was laughing and smiling and Tig could see it in her eyes, that for the first time in a long time, she was truly happy. They drank, did shot after shot, and played pool, life was good. Chibs had pulled her down on his lap after the last game, and Tig couldn't help but feel a ping of jealousy. Every once and awhile she would catch him staring at her with a smile on his face. She would in turn flash a quick smile at him, look into his eyes for a quick minute then go back to her conversation. As the night progressed this happened more and more often and his jealousy started to fade. Earlier, Tig was having second thoughts about their kiss the night before. It was an accident, she was just caught up in the emotion of being home. What would she want with him, with an old, sick, twisted biker? She was 23 and beautiful, maybe she had just kissed him so he wouldn't feel reject. He had never had these thoughts when it came to a woman, he just went for it. What was she doing to him?
Lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed her get up from the table, with a quick scan of the room he found her walking into his bedroom. Tig followed, intrigued and curious. Once inside he found her leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, staring at him. His confidence suddenly came flooding back and he moved slowly across the room towards her, never taking his eyes from hers.
It had been so long since she had felt such a rush of anticipation, she had forgotten how it felt. She didn't know what possessed her to do what she did, or how she knew he would follow, but she did and so did he. Now watching him more towards her, his incredible blue eyes shining deep and seductive, she knew why she had done it. After was seemed like forever, he finally made it to her, one hand on her hip, the other cupping her face, his body pressed firmly to hers. His touch was electric, she could feel the heat spread through her body like wild fire. His hand lingered on her face, softly caressing her check as he spoke.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" He breathed an inch away from her lips.
"It's all I've ever wanted," she said softly pushing into him.
He moaned slightly, closing his eyes quickly so he could savor the sensation of her lust for him.
"Be careful what you wish for," he growled before claiming her mouth with his.
He didn't hesitate this time, he went right in for the kill. His mouth soft and warm as his lips moved passionately with hers. She had never felt a fire like this before, been kissed like this before, or wanted something so much. His tongue delicately parted her lips and met hers, and a soft moan escaped her throat. She could feel him smile into the kiss and deepen it.
He had her pinned up against the wall, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He couldn't get close enough to her, feel enough of her against him. The sweet smell of her perfume was intoxicating and the taste of Jack Daniels and Marlboro's on her sweet tongue was almost like a drug. Hearing her moan as his hands found their way to her ass, pulling her closer to him was almost too much for him to take.
"You are incredible," he breathed, breaking the passionate kiss for a split second, then reclaimed her lips once more.
*Knock, knock, knock*
They quickly broke away from each other for fear that Clay was going to walk in and catch them.
"I hear the prodigal cousin has returned," a familiar voice said from the other side of the door.
"Jax!" Katie exclaimed. "Uh, hold on a minute, Tig was just checking a bandage for me." She smiled at Tig who was shaking his head at her.
"Be out in a sec!" She added quickly.
Tig leaned in one more time, giving her a soft kiss, then broke away.
"Later," he smiled.
Jax grabbed her with a bear hug and insisted they do a shot. He had been away on business when she had arrived, but after a call from Gemma that night, he quickly wrapped it up and headed home. She was like a little sister to him growing up, always hanging around him and the guys, getting into fights and causing trouble. He laughed to himself as he looked her over. She had changed physically, her hair was longer, she was taller, leaner, and more grown up. She looked like one of the Sons but with tits.
""Clay, can you tell she grew up around this?" Jax started. "At least she hasn't lost that, I mean look at her man, she looks like a fucking Daughter of Anarchy or some shit. Dude, she's one of us, look at her, K-bar on her hip, sitting there like she's waiting for someone to fuck up so she can beat the hell out of them. The only thing that's off is the Harley shirt cut down the middle with those warlocks sticking out, where did those come from? Put those things away!" Jax laughed.
Katie sat and listened as the guys carried on, laughing and fighting with them every once and a while. Tig was sitting next to her, and from time to time she could feel his leg brush hers or his hand on her thigh.
"Who thought Tig Trager could be so damn cute?" She thought to herself as she struggled to get up from the table.
"Where are you going? You ok?" Jax asked with a worried look.
"I'm cool cuzzie, just going to get something to eat in the kitchen" she said as she limped away.
She had been drinking all day with nothing to eat and was starting to feel the effects. As she made her way into the kitchen, she could hear the crow eaters or crow bitches as she liked to call them, chattering amongst each other. Her eyes hit the fridge and that's the direction she was headed, the crow bitches eyeing her up and down. As she shut the door to the fridge, four of them were standing there, daggers in their eyes.
"We don't give a shit who you are, we want you gone," one of them spat. "You're cutting into OUR action!"
"Yeah, well good luck with that one sweet heart," Katie said with laugh as she took a bite of chicken.
"Listen you fucking cripple, none of them want you, their just all being nice so you actually think you were missed," another girl said. "So why don't you save yourself the embarrassment and just leave."
Katie put down the piece of chicken, turned around and grabbed the girl by the throat, pinning her against the wall. Out of the corner of her eye, Katie caught sight of one of the other girls going for something on the counter. With one swift movement she took the K-bar from its sheath and had the blade against the girl's wrist.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Katie said darkly. "And as for you, I'm going to make this very clear… I was here before you, I'll be here after you, you're are nothing to these people, just a free piece of ass the guys are gonna use til your all beat up and dried out. So why don't you go back to the trailer park you came from and save yourself the embarrassment. And if you ever call me a cripple again, I'll knock your teeth right down your fucking throat! Are we clear?" Katie growled.
"Yes," the girl said glaring at her.
Apparently, the crow bitch didn't understand that well, because as Katie walked out of the kitchen almost into the main room, the girl ran up behind her and threw a beer bottle at which landed it's blows on the back of her head.
"Fuck you, you fucking cripple!" The girls scream caused the whole room to look up just in time to see Katie lunge after the girl, spearing her into the wall and land a punch so loud it rang throughout the building. The guys sat in awe for a minute, everyone to taken back to move. Another crow bitch went after Katie, but her attempt was short lived as Katie's cane came with a "woosh", cracking the girl across the side of the head, rendering her unconscious. Katie then directed her attention back to the other girl, beating her violently with her fists.
It took Jax, Clay, Chibs and Tig to pull Katie off the blooded girl, Katie's eyes were dark and distant as they sat her back onto the chair. Her hands and jeans covered in the blood of the other girl.
"Bitch threw a beer bottle at my head and called me a cripple," Katie said her eyes still distant.
"Well, fuck!" Gemma yelled. "She is just as fucked up as you are Tig! Fucking Marines! No wait, she's as fucked up as all of you!"
Gemma was right the first time comparing her to Tig, Clay saw it, the darkness in her eyes. Yet, the utter satisfaction on her face, no look of remorse or guilt, just a crooked smile. Tid had been like that when Clay first met him, he used to get that same creepy satisfied look on his face to. This caused Clay to start to worry.
"The bitch threw a beer bottle at you so you beat her with in an inch of her life?" Clay asked.
"Is that bad?" Katie asked calmly.
""Um, I'm not sure, but you are fucked up!" Clay laughed.