I do not own Buffy or the Sons of Anarchy, or any other character that I might use. But will be mainly Sons of the Anarchy. I am also going to play it loose with time-lines and stuff.
Chapter 6
Thirty minutes, it's been thirty minutes since I let Tig go, to do his 'job'.
Twenty minutes since Opie and Donna left with the kids.
Fifteen minutes since Unser came and told me that Opie was set up.
Ten minutes since I started trying to get hold of Tig.
Two minutes since I saw Opie's truck drive up the street, and started to breathe again.
One minute since I saw it was Donna, and started on Tig's number again.
Until finally, "Clay, Opie's truck went back to Jax." I heard Tig's voice, on the other side of the phone; I couldn't believe I was this happy to hear his voice.
"Tig, it's off. Come back I'll explain." I cut in before letting him go further.
"Will be there in ten." Switching the phone off, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, and relaxed.
As I took out a smoke, I looked over to where Donna had stopped. She seemed to be talking to some blond. Lighting the smoke, I took a hard drag. I felt someone come to stand next to me. A sideways glance, I saw Gemma casually stop beside me. She gave me a questioning look before asking "You okay?"
I gave her a tired smile before saying "Am now. All is right." It was a statement to assure myself, I would relax further when I saw Tig and got the explanation out of the way. But I wasn't going to reveal more, so I decided to change the topic.
"So you done with cleaning up?" referring to Abel's welcome home party.
"Nearly, was waiting on Donna for the dishwasher powder." Gemma replied, trailing off, she seemed to be looking at Donna chatting with the blonde.
"You know who that is?" I asked, looking at the same place she was.
"Must be one of the new people in town; the new interns that Tara was talking about. Jax also mentioned that the house there was sold to some guy who brought it for his daughter who is interning at Charming General." Gemma started to list what she had heard. I started to look closer. "Hum, another rich kid huh? Well, as long as they are nothing like the previous owners than it is all good." I gave a reply, even though Gemma was probably thinking the same thing. My thoughts were cut short as I heard Tig's bike, and my whole body relaxed completely as I saw Tig drive up towards us. "I'm going to be off at the club, won't be long." I said as I gave Gemma a kiss, and started to walk towards my bike. "Ya sure, I'll be home. So don't keep me waiting too long." I heard Gemma say as I got on my bike, giving her one more smile, as I started the engine, and drove off with Tig.
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Clay has been tense ever since Unser came by, then he started to phone someone. It went on for twenty minutes, until he finally got through, he then relaxed a bit. Even when I asked him if everything was alright, his body didn't relax completely. Until Tig arrived, he was still a bit up tight, but as he drove off, I felt something settle in me. Everything will be alright. Abel is home, Wendy is back to help and Jax wants to be a parent. He said he was ready, so I let him take Abel to his new room for the night. I saw Donna, park by the drive way, out the car and towards me, as she proceeded to hand me the powder for the dishwasher. I thanked her before my curiosity took over "Who is that?" I ask, still looking at the house on the opposite site of the street.
Donna followed my line of vision then replied. "She said her name is Buffy, new in town. One of the new interns from what I heard."
Before I could stop myself I heard the question or statement leave my mouth. "Buffy? Who names their kid Buffy? Oh well, who am I to judge." Shaking my head, I turned back to Donna "It's getting late, why don't you go home to the kids Donna, the cleanup is mostly done, and I will be off as soon as I have the dishwasher going." I gave Donna a hug before going inside. The mysterious neighbor will have to wait. It had been a long day, some rest was really needed.
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"I nearly shot Donna." I heard Tig say, as he took a big gulp of the whisky. He didn't even bother with a glass. When we got to the club he just went to the bar and grabbed the first bottle that came to him. I watched as Tig proceeded to down nearly a third of the bottle, before pouring me some. He was still behind the bar when I went to sit on the stool. He wasn't looking at me or anything, just kept on drinking.
"Stahl set the whole thing up." As I broke the silence "She bugged Opie without his knowledge; put the money in his account, just so we would be convinced that he was ratting us out." I said before taking gulp of my own drink and silence reigned once more.
"I had everything set. The car, the gun, the position, all I was waiting for was the target. I should have checked, but when I saw Opie's truck stop, all I wanted was for it to be over and done with. So I aimed." Taking another swig of the bottle, he carried on "But then this car came from nowhere and stopped next to the truck, so I waited. When the car started to follow, all I can think about is how relieved I was," At that I looked up at him, but he wasn't looking at me, he was still lost in his memory, so I let him carried on. "You know at the earlier job with the Mayans, Opie saved me from getting shot… there was a clear shot later, but I… I couldn't…" Taking another gulp, Tig's voice was starting to break, and his breathing getting harsher. "…I just couldn't…"
I downed my glass, and went over to him and gave his shoulder a hard squeeze. "Shit, sometimes I get so used to asking you to do these jobs that I forget how much it weighs down at you. But it just shows how much you would do for us and the club." There really isn't anything I can say right now that could make things better. All I can do is to assure him that it was okay. "It's alright. Nothing happened. Opie is at home with the kids, and Donna is on her way home. All is alright, nothing happened." Letting Tig go, I heard him start to repeat my words, "They're fine, nothing happened, they're home. And everything is fine." The words rolled off again and again, between mouth full of liquor, it's needed, to assure himself and to convince himself. Tig will be better; probably will be fine by morning. But tonight? tonight I let Tig drink as much as he wants.
Hmm, maybe I should give Gemma a call. Someone needs to stay with Tig. Then I heard someone entering the club, turning I saw Epps, and grinned, maybe I won't need to stay after all.
"Hey Half-Sack!" I yell, and watched as he jumped, the kid is still new and but willing to do his share, he saw me and walked this way.
"Clay, you scared me there. What you doing at the club, I thought everyone left after Abel's party." He asked, probably haven't spotted Tig yet.
"Well, Tig's had a rough day," Nodding my head to the back, he got my move and looked over my shoulder; Tig sitting on the ground behind the bar still drinking. By then he was nearly through the bottle.
"No shit, he looks like hell."Epps's eyes widened as he looked Tig over.
"Ya well, I promised Gemma I will be home soon. You mind making sure he doesn't trash the place, and get him to bed?" I asked before he can go further.
"Ya sure Clay, no problem. Should I stop him from drinking further?" He asked, as we saw Tig open another bottle. "Nah, let him be. Just make sure he is in one piece and not out causing trouble. You clear?" I said, before giving Tig one last squeeze on the shoulder and walked towards the door. As I opened the door, I looked back and saw Tig giving Epps the bottle to drink, shaking my head, and letting out a long breath, I left.
My thoughts were consumed with what might have happened, and I shuddered. No, like I told Tig, nothing happened, everything is fine. Maybe we can have a barbeque at my place this weekend, for the club, it might settle some feelings, let Opie feel that he is back or something…
Sigh, I am not one to dwell, but my thoughts kept on going back to what might have happened if the blonde didn't stop by the truck. It might have torn the club apart, and Jax…shit no. Jax and Opie are close, it would have devastated both, and with Jax already questioning the club, no, it could have gone real bad. Something needs to be done about Stahl, she nearly caused the club an irreversible mistake, and we need to find the witness. I need to call a meeting tomorrow at the club. But now, I need to go home to Gemma, so I can forget – about today, tonight, Tig, Opie, Danna, and Jax.
I have used some lines from the series: from where Clay was trying to assure Tig - Season 1 eps 13 "The Revelator".
Thanks La.