A/N: I just wanted to say thank you to all everyone who has read & commented on this story. This is the final installment of this fic. I still have my other SoA (and yes I'm currently working on the next chapter). There may be a new story in the works (although no promises, lol).

DISCLAIMER: This chapter is very sad. There's your warning. Otherwise enjoy!

Tig hated seeing Devin deteriorating before him but he knew from day one this was going to happen. She tried to do things around the house but more and more shto e was stuck in bed. He knew she was getting weaker by the day but didn't know what he could do to help her. He made sure she had breakfast every morning, came to check on her during his lunch break, and left as early as he could to get home to her each afternoon. Although he was never the type of guy to stay by a woman's side, she was different. Not just because she was dying.

Her last week she was confined to the bed although a nurse came out once a day to see her and was on-call if they needed her. Tig asked for the time off just so he could be with her 24/7. She had once the told him at the beginning of their relationship she didn't want to die alone. He made sure that she wasn't. It frightened him at how much weight she had lost and just how "sickly" she was looking. He had begun just ordering in every night so he wouldn't have to be away from her for long stretches of time. A few times Gemma had come over to bring some left overs for them and to check on Devin. She was the only one who knew of their relationship and thus just how this woman affected the Sgt-At-Arms.

The last few days she was constantly on pain killers. He knew the time was fast approaching and even though he knew it was coming he still felt helpless in the situation. He stayed with her constantly and he thought about her requests for her funeral. She had insisted on a closed-casket service, and only wanted just a few people there. At first she wanted him to ship her body back home but he convinced her to allow him to cremate her. Looking into his eyes and realizing that request was more for him, so he could keep her near him, she gave in and gave him the ok.

"Alex? Hold me." He heard her meek voice say, pulling him out of his thoughts

"I'm right here, Doll. Is there anything you need?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her fragile body

"Just... hold... me..." She finally spit out

"Devin, Doll..." Tig asked, tipping her chin up so he could look in her eyes

"Alex" Was all she stated

Tig's heart started racing. He was afraid she was slipping away.

"Doll, how are you feeling? Talk to me!" Tig asked as he tried to stave off the rapidly building panic inside his mind

"So tired. Kiss me?" She replied

He tenderly placed his lips to hers and caressed her face. She looked up into his eyes and grabbed his arms. She wanted to feel the warmth of his body since she was beginning to feel cold. The emotion in his eyes both saddened her and comforted her. She shivered slightly making him look at her with concern. She just stared up into his eyes until her heart simply quit beating.

"Devin? Devin?" Tig stated

He moved so she was on her back and he kneeled beside her, "Devin, Doll, say something!"

When she didn't speak, move, or react in any way he knew. And he couldn't stop the flow of tears that silently made their way down his cheeks. He hugged her tightly and let the tears flow. He would call 911 soon enough but he wanted to keep her solely his for just a while longer. He needed to let the emotion out before any one else saw him. After calling 911, Tig called Gemma. He knew he would be in no state to deal with people without shooting them. Honestly he needed some extra comfort.

Gemma arrived in what seemed like minutes as the paramedics were questioning Tig about her medical condition. She engulfed the taller man in a warm embrace. The paramedics were satisfied with the information they'd gathered so they took her body to the morgue Tig specified. Gemma helped make the plans for her services while Tig sat on his couch nursing a beer and a joint. He was immersed in his grief and the loss of his companion when his phone rang. Gemma answered it telling whoever was calling that Tig was unavailable. He knew he would probably have to answer to Clay for why he was "unavailable" when the club needed him but Gemma would probably make sure Clay didn't jump his ass too bad.

Mr. Rosen, the Sons lawyer, had called all of them to the clubhouse after the funeral. Only Tig and Gemma had attended the funeral but everyone was being very cautious knowing that Tig had went to a funeral of someone he cared about. Everyone kept their distance knowing he would probably be a bit unstable. Tig finally came to the realization he had fallen for her and it hurt more than he cared to admit at her death. Even if he knew from day one this is where they would end up. Being the Sargeant-At-Arms, he tried his hardest to keep up a stone-cold face but silent tears made their way down his face as the pastor gave the eulogy.

Clay didn't understand why everyone had been called to this, she wasn't an 'ol Lady, she had never been to the club. She had shown up at the shop a lot but it was merely to pick up Tig in her beaten up '76 Camaro. He'd never introduced her to anyone other than Gemma and that was because Gemma forced Tig to introduce her to his "lady friend". From then on, Gemma had seemed to look after the mysterious young woman like she was a daughter and Clay didn't understand why. Normally his wife told him everything but she was keeping something about this girl from him. He didn't bother to press the issue with her, figuring she'd tell him when she was good and ready to.

"Well gentlemen, and ladies, you're all here because Ms. Devin Monroe recorded a message she wants all of you to see." Mr. Rosen stated once everyone had arrived and found seats

Looking at Tig, Mr. Rosen pressed play and let the video begin. Tig stood still, arms folded across his chest, face hard as stone in the middle of the room but close enough to really see the woman on the screen. There was no mistaking the pain in his eyes, at least not to Gemma. She moved from her husband's lap to stand next to the Sergeant-At-Arms. The video flickered and a few gasps could be heard when they got a good look at her for the first time. She'd insisted on a closed-casket funeral but agreed to allow him to cremate her. Upon seeing this girl, Jax squeezed Tara even tighter. Happy recognized the signs of cancer as his mother had gone through something similar. He looked to his brother and saw the pain in his eyes at seeing her again.

"Hello my dearest Tig. I'm sure you're wondering why you're here. There's alot you know about me from our time together but there's some things I never told you. I can never express how much these last few months have meant to me..." She began, tearing up as she spoke

She took a moment to try and calm herself back down before continuing on. Each man took a moment to sneak a peak at their Sgt-At-Arms. He was shaking slightly and looked nowhere but the screen.

"You've told me all about your job in the MC. I know how it affects you, my darling. I hope that what I have for you will help you. Before I get to what this is all about there's something I want to say to a few of your brothers." She stated before taking a deep breath

Everyone was quite curious to hear what this woman who was a complete outsider to the Sons and MC world had to say to ANY of them. Clay took a big puff of his cigar before looking over at his wife who was looking back at him with a sad expression. Clay knew something big was going to happen but didn't quite know what.

"Mr. Clay, I hope you know what an incredible man you have watching your back. Please don't ever forget how much you ask of him or forget just how loyal he is to you. Mrs. Gemma, please watch over him, don't let him do anything too stupid. And for the love of God, make sure he has more food in his house than just stale cereal!" Devin exclaimed making the entire group laugh

Even Tig had to laugh, smile forming on his lips remembering the first time he had taken her to his house. Fond memories flooded his mind and for a brief moment he was happy again. Until he heard her voice, that is.

"To Mr. Bobby, the wonderful baker, I wish I could have thanked you in person for the amazing muffins you made for me. If you will, please make some of these for Tig from time to time. He really liked them and I think the rest of you will too! Mr. Rosen has all the recipes." She said as Mr. Rosen handed Bobby a piece of paper and she took a drink from a water bottle, "To Mr. Opie, you of all people understand what he's going through. Please help him, even if the stubborn ass refuses help. I know he's going to take all of this pretty hard despite his role in the club. Just consider me... God's ... personal revenge for you and your late wife."

Bobby looked over this sheet of paper and discovered she'd written in how much to add if he was making a "large" batch for each of the recipes she'd written down for him. The financial advisor had to smile at her thoughtfulness before looking back at the screen. Opie gasped before looking over at Tig who just stared at Opie with a blank expression. Even he could see just how hurt Tig really was. Some very small part of him got some relief or satisfaction out of knowing Tig was hurting like he had hurt.

"Alex," She swallowed, obviously tearing up once more, "You mean the world to me. I hope you know that. You're a good man, despite what you do. Your job demands alot from you and you keep a whole hell of a lot in. I want you to be happy. I want you to not hurt. I want you to enjoy life and not dwell on the past. I want you to take some time off and go for a ride. This time of year Eagle Pass, Texas should be stunning. The Sacred Heart Church has beautiful services. The bible under the seat in the fifth row on the far left should be just your speed."

Everyone laughed at the 'bible' remark, most knowing Tig wasn't the church-going type. They realized this woman seemed to know alot about Tig than they had orginally given her credit for.

"But that's not all I have for you, my dearest Alex. A package should be coming for you in a few days with all you need. Mr. Rosen will help you with everything else. I realize I never met the rest of you personally but Tig has told me so much about you all that I feel I do in fact know you personally. He cares about all of you so, so do I. That's part of the reason I'm leaving Tig my fortune. And I do mean fortune." She stated, running a shaking hand through her thinned out hair

Everyone turned to look at Tig in confusion. He looked back, just as confused as they were. Mr. Rosen chuckled to himself, having been privy to all this information when she came to him to tie up all her loose ends.

"It was left to me when my parents died and now I'm leaving it all to him. Alex, you have homes in Jamaica, Dallas, Boston, Maui, and a penthouse in New York. There's also a large jet at your disposal and all the vehicles that were left to me. To top it all off, my dear, you have approximately 20 billion just waiting on the official paperwork to go through.

I've set up a trust fund for all the children you've told me about as well as college funds so they can go to any college they wish. I know most children grow up in the MC life but should they want to go to college, it's all taken care of. If not then when they turn 21 they can use the money however they wish. Again, Mr. Rosen has all the paperwork that you will need." She softly said, obviously getting tired

"Devin..." Tig whispered, eyes getting misty once more and body beginning to shake slightly even more

Gemma wrapped her right arm around him in a comforting manner.

"Alex just know that nothing you could have done would have changed the outcome. You truly made my last few months the best of my life. I couldn't have asked for someone better to spend my time with. I must leave you now my dear. Go, do your mechanic thing, be a Harley enthusiast, but most of all... be at peace Alex." She stated, bottom lip quivering like she was about to cry, a few moments before the tape went black

All eyes darted to Tig who stood there trying to reign in his emotions. She was leaving him her fortune. HIM! A stone-cold killer, the enforcer of the Sons, the man who killed a brother's wife. He told her all these things. And she still left her massive fortune to him. He smiled slightly thinking back to a few of their conversations. Knowing they'd never have these talks again made him sad. Someone handed him a beer, which he gladly took, then looked to who had handed it to him and saw Happy.

"You ok?" He quietly asked as Clay spoke to Rosen in a corner

"I guess." Tig stated with a heavy sigh

"I know she meant alot to you. Your brothers are here if you need anything, man." Happy suggested before walking away

She wasn't merely a piece of ass he fucked from time to time like the sweet-butts & crow-eaters he'd fucked over the years. He'd gotten to know her, knew everything about her. Or almost everything, obviously! Somehow she had wormed her way into his heart and then died on him. It wasn't fair! He slammed his beer bottle down on the floor making everyone look at him. Just about everyone moved away from where he was standing. They knew better than to get near him when he was like this! He stormed off outside to smoke. On his way through the clubhouse, Bobby handed him a freshly rolled & lit joint. Tig took it then continued on his journey. About 1/4 of the way through his joint, Gemma joined him where he sat at the picnic table by the garage.

"I know it hurts, honey. But you knew it was coming. What matters is you made her last months enjoyable. You were the one she'd been searching for to spend her last moments on Earth with. She chose you. And she saw beyond the killer, beyond the Sgt-At-Arms. She saw Alex. Relish in the time you got to spend with her. Know that she's yours forever, in that urn in your room." Gemma told him

Mr. Rosen had a medium sized box as he was leaving the Son's clubhouse. He stopped as he exited and looked around. When his eyes found Tig, he quickly made his way over to the heart broken man.

"These are the only things she told me to give you. I put the video in here as well. She said that there are alot of pictures on her camera that she thought you might like to keep if you decide to sell the camera." Mr. Rosen told Tig before quickly walking to his car

Tig held the box in his hands and felt his body begin to shake slightly. Her things. He wanted to look through everything right now but he wanted to keep her things from everyone. She was his and only his. He didn't want to share any of her personal things with any of his brothers. He was staring at the box when Clay approached. The President wrapped his wife in his arms, happy he still had her by his side.

"I'm sorry, brother." Clay quietly stated making Tig look up at him

"She was an amazing woman." Tig solemnly stated

"Well Rosen said everything she stated in that video is true, he helped set it all up. No one will say anything if you do decide to take that ride like she suggested. Might do you some good to get out on the open road." Clay stated, squeezing Tig's shoulder in comfort

"Yeah, I might do that." Tig replied

"We'll be here for you if you need anything, honey. Remember that, ok?" Gemma stated with a sad smile

Gemma and Clay watched as Tig took the box and headed to his dorm room. The matriarch wondered if the Sgt-At-Arms would recover from this but her husband reassured her he was a very strong man. Upon entering his room, Tig promptly shut the door and sat down on the bed. He dug through the box, setting the expensive camera aside, and looked through each and every article she'd left him. There were 2 notebooks which looked like she'd used them quite often. He set them on his pillow to read through later. Her 2 favorite wrist cuffs were in the box and he couldn't help but smile. The video she'd recorded was in there like Rosen said.

He also found the t-shirt she frequently slept in (or when he wasn't sleeping with her), a photo album, and a large scrapbook. Sighing he really started missing her. With shaky hands he opened the scrapbook first. It started probably a year before she got sick and went right up until about a week before she died. He smiled reading all the comments she'd made about the photos and such. Sighing again he flipped open the photo album and quickly realized just how special this book was. It was her entire life history in pictures. Starting, what he presumed, when her parents first found out they were pregnant and went till her scrapbook started. His eyes began to mist over as he looked at these pictures of her for the very first time. Half-way through it, he slammed it shut and closed his eyes. He took several deep breaths and willed away the liquid that had formed in his eyes. Yes, getting away for a while would do him some good.

He reached for one of the notebooks and opened it to the first page:

To whomever reads this,

I realized that if I didn't write my family's traditions down no one may never know. It seems God had decided to erradicate us so I thought I would write down these things in a feeble hope that someone may read this and keep them going.

He flipped through pages of her talking about different things her family did for holidays and such. The last bit was talking about Christmas. A Holiday he never had much opinion about either way since he left home.

Christmas:

At the beginning of December I would help my dad set out the outdoor decorations and get them set up. Then we'd string up the outdoor Christmas lights. Sometimes we decorated the trees in our front yard, sometimes we didn't. This usually took us maybe 3 hours. We'd finish up and have grilled cheese sandwhiches before going out to do some kind of charity work. Whether it be helping at a soup kitchen, helping package up toys and clothes and food for needy families, or even delivering said packages for the families.

"Sharing what you've been blessed with to those less fortunate than you is the real reason for the season" my mother always said. Christmas Eve was spent baking and decorating the inside of the house. We also went to get our tree and decorate it. Mom would always bake cookies for everyone in our neighborhood on Christmas. She also baked other sweets like pies, brownies, and cupcakes for those who worked with some of the charities they were involved with. Christmas morning was spent opening presents, singing Christmas carols, and dancing around the house like a bunch of weirdos! That night, after Christmas dinner, my parents would always sit down with me and we'd watch "A White Christmas". I think that was probably one of my favorite things about the whole day!

He shut the book, fighting tears once more. She truly was an incredible woman. How she found the heart to love a man like him he'll never know. For now he'll bask in his heartbreak. He had her remains in a special black and purple almost gothic-looking urn he picked out and the very personal belongings she gave him. And of course his memories of her and their glorious time together. For now that will be enough.