Amber sat in the smelly holding cell; her fists were closed so tight that her nails were cutting her palms. She took no notice of her bleeding hands or of the officer standing outside the cell watching her. All she could focus on was what Tig had said. More than once she had thought herself the cause of all her problems. She moved from town to town, boyfriend to boyfriend telling herself that they were the problem, that things would be different if she could escape and start afresh but of course she couldn't escape from herself.

Unser didn't know much about this Amber girl except for the fact that she was the only woman that he had ever seen Tig get attached to. She had been under surveillance since Hale brought her in because she was in such a state they were worried she would do damage to herself.

He relieved the officer on duty and frowned at the tiny girl sitting in the cell. She had her elbows on her knees and her face buried in her hands.

"Ms Campbell, you have a visitor," he said

She lifted her head to look at him.

"Ah geez," he sighed. He unlocked the door and went in. Her face was covered in blood, he could see that the blood was from his hands.

He grabbed a hand full of tissues and wet them at the sink before sitting next to her and awkwardly handing them to her. She looked so confused.

"Your hands..." he said.

At the sight of her hands Amber began to cry. She moved to the sink and washed her hands and face before balling up a bunch of tissues in each hand to stop the bleeding.

"Who is it?" she asked

"Who's what?" now he was confused

"My visitor... who is it?"

"Oh ah, Tig. We can't actually keep you here, Hale was just being an arse so you're free to go but Tig asked to talk to you while you were in here. You can talk freely, I'll keep everyone away."

When she didn't respond he shrugged, "you don't have to see him but we can't keep you here, weekends are busy, we need the cells empty."

"It's okay, I'll see him," she sighed.

"And keep it clean?" he asked

She rolled her eyes, "yeess."

"She's all yours," she heard him say and then Tig appeared, looking like shit.

"Would you like to talk first or shall I?" he asked. He was in the cell with her, leaning against the wall opposite her bench seat.

She sat a stared at the floor.

"Alright then, I'm sorry I said you were toxic. I'm sorry I never made contact while you were in hospital, I was there for ages but you were out of it so I left," he shrugged "club shit."

He slowly sunk down the wall till he was sitting, "I'm sorry about Donna, I'm sorry about Gemma, I'm sorry I made you stay, I'm sorry I said I love you, I'm sorry I've run out of things to say I'm sorry for."

It was silent for a long time and Tig was beginning to get annoyed.

"Opie knows everything, Piney too. Shit, half the goddamn club knows and the other half will never find out." He was quick to add, "but they don't know you know anything."

Silence.

"I'm not sorry you made me stay," she suddenly said before going silent again.

Tig almost thought he imagined her saying it, "you're not?"

She looked at him and shook her head.

"Then why the fuck did I trip over your packed bag?"

"I'm not sorry I stuck around, doesn't mean I want to stay now," she shrugged. "My time in Charming has been beyond fucked up but if I hadn't come here, hadn't stayed here, I would never have met Juice or Chibs. It hurts me to think about leaving them but it hurts me to stick around."

Tig felt a little hurt by this, angry too. "Juice and Chibs, that's all you will miss in Charming?"

She was getting pissed off too, "oh for fuck sake Tig, what do you want me to say? That I will stay because I love you? That if I go I will be lost without you?"

"Would be a good start," was all he could think to say.

"Well I can't. If anything me loving you means I need to go, me being with you makes me a little lost. This Heathcliffe and Cathy thing we have going is messed up. I'm not even Cathy, the club is your Cathy and I'm Edgar, in the way of your true love."

She looked at him and he had a smile on his face. Out of all that all Tig took in was that Amber loved him.

"You love me," he said crawling along the floor and kneeling in front of her, "you just said you love me."

She shocked herself by laughing slightly, "I also compared you to someone who was rather insane."

"A fitting comparison then," he said taking her hands.

He chose to ignore the bloody tissues in her hands not wanting to lose the mildly happy Amber he had before him.

"I think, on some level, we are too similar to be compatible," she sighed

At that moment Tig's phone rang. When he didn't answer it the sound was annoying her so she took it out of his pocket.

"Tig's phone?"

"Amber? Amber where the fuck are you?" Chibs' heavy Scottish accent came down the phone thick and fast.

"Um, I'm with Tig," she didn't think giving her exact location was wise at this point.

"Well obviously. Why are you answering his phone and not yours and why the fuck are your bags packed. I brought Juice home thinking you would be here and instead your gone the place it a mess and your fucking Care Bear is ready to go on a road trip."

"Can we talk about this later please," she said

Tig took the phone off her, "why are you yelling at her?"

"Well sorry brother for being concerned that she wasn't here after being attack less than 24 hours ago."

"She's fine, she's with me..."

"Get her to the club rooms now, we are going into full lock down."

Tig knew lock down would happen eventually but maybe not so soon. He frowned at the thought of Amber being locked up with so many men, he trusted his brothers with his life but not his woman.

"Tig? Do you hear me?"

"She doesn't need to go into lock down, she'll be fine," Tig said. He had stood up and stepped away from Amber so she could only hear what he was saying not Chibs.

"Put her back on the phone," Chibs asked trying to remain claim.

He hesitated but handed the phone back to her.

"I don't understand... I've hardly been around the club though... yeah that's true. I know. I know. Chibs, okay, I will be there soon. Promise. I love you too Chibby."

She took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, "Chibs wants me to go to the clubrooms for the lock down, he doesn't understand why you don't want me there and he doesn't care he just wants me safe."

"I want you safe too," he said shrugging and leaning against the wall. "I'll set you up at mine; you'll be cosy and safe and won't have to worry about smelly guys and bratty kids."

"If Chibs wants me at the club I'm going to the club Tig, I'm not your old lady, you've made that clear so either you take me home to get ready or I get there some other way."

This was the Amber that Tig had become use to, together, calm and demanding. Not the Amber of the last few day.

Apologies if you're getting sick of all the talking.