Disclaimer – The characters of this fanfiction, as well as the 'Sons of Anarchy' world belong to Kurt Sutter, with the exception of 'Boo' Trager, who is an original character created by me. I make no profit from this work.

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Chibs awoke just an hour or so after falling asleep to find Boo curled up on the edge of the bed, far away from him, tears in her eyes and a solemn expression on her face. She'd clearly moved away from him to avoid disturbing him and waking him, but the mere fact that her warm soft body was no longer curled around his was what had awoken Chibs in the first place.

"Hey now, what's all this about aye?" he asked as he ran the pad of his thumbs under Boo's eyes, which soon became damp with the tears that lingered in them. Chibs knew Boo's tears and obvious anguish were nothing to do with him and all to do with the fact that she'd just that day moved out of Tig's home, but asked jokingly if he was nevertheless. It might put a smile back on her face and cheer her up enough to make her come back to his arms. "I wasn't that bad tonight was I? I know I only had it in me teh go the once but yeh seemed teh really enjoy yerself..." he teased as he poked Boo on the end of her nose, a broad grin on his lips, eyes twinkling in amusement. A day of lugging around heavy boxes and travelling back and forth across Charming had left Chibs too tired for more than one good round of lovemaking with Boo before he'd fallen asleep. Boo hadn't seemed to mind though; she'd been contented to curl up at his side and fall asleep. Or at least, Chibs thought she had. He'd failed to remember how pained she was over leaving Tig to live alone, despite how despicable Tig had behaving towards her since ordering her to move out. "I've never failed teh make yeh cum yet have I?" Chibs went on, smile faltering at the mere suggestion that he'd failed in being able to make Boo orgasm. They'd made love hundreds of times, thousands even, and Chibs knew damn well Boo had cum every single time, because hell, if she didn't cum then what the hell was the point? It meant he wasn't doing something right! Boo was his Ol' Lady and Chibs felt like it was his duty to make her cum every time they had sex, after all if she didn't, then that didn't make her bad in bed. It made him bad in bed.

Boo couldn't help but laugh at that, despite how wrenched she felt. Damn Scotsman couldn't seem to keep his mind out of the gutter, or more importantly, away from her pussy.

"No... no it's not that." she assured Chibs as she shifted back towards him, falling into his arms the moment he opened them for her. It was good to be back within the safety of Chibs' arms, she felt happier at once, calmer, especially knowing that Chibs would let her talk as much as she needed to, knowing that he'd listen patiently all night if that was what she needed. "You were fantastic, you always are... and no, you've never ever failed to make me cum." she admitted truthfully, her cheeks flushing as Chibs gave a smug and pompous chuckle. Boo played with the idea of throwing in a line about an occasion or three when Chibs hadn't made her cum, but deemed this too mean. When it came to their sex life, Chibs had a very over inflated ego indeed and deflating that in any way would only made him pout and whine like a child. "I'm just... I..." she mumbled, tripping over her words as she battled to get them out. She felt so pathetic and childish, whining over Tig and the fact that she'd left him all alone. She was a grown woman, an Ol' Lady, she shouldn't be worrying about her daddy! She should be worrying more about the man whose arms in which she lay, the huge step they had just taken in their relationship and what it meant for them. Despite telling herself this, Boo wasn't able to stop herself from worrying about Tig; worry that soon had the tears in her eyes overflowing and steadily dripping down her cheeks, onto Chibs' bare chest.

"Yer missing Tig darlin', yeh feel bad about leaving him all alone and in such a bad way?" Chibs asked as he wiped away Boo's tears with the pad of his thumb before holding her closer still and pressing a whiskery kiss to her damp cheek. He didn't like that Boo was so upset over leaving Tig, but knew most of the blame for that fell on Tig's shoulders. If he'd just acted like an adult and said goodbye to her, treated her like normal before she'd left and given into his pain at her loss after she'd gone Boo would be coping with leaving so much better. But no, he'd acted like a child and in doing so he'd hurt Boo's feelings. Chibs wasn't going to let Tig get away with that...

"Yeah..." Boo nodded sorrowfully. She turned so that she was laying on her stomach, propped up by her forearms, atop of Chibs' torso. She offered him a weak smile as she rested her chin on her hands, which were clasped together on his chest before adding "Filip he's my daddy, he's looked after me for five and a half years now..." Boo paused for a moment, sighed, a scowl across her lips. In all honesty, after living with Tig for over five years she'd let herself believe she'd live with him forever... even imagining that one day, Chibs would move in with the pair of them and share the room that had once been her own. Of course this was all nonsense and Boo knew it – why on earth would Chibs want to live with his Ol' Lady and her daddy? The idea was absurd. Still, it was something that Boo had considered because in that reality, nobody got hurt. And Tig wasn't left to live all by himself. "And I just left him to live all alone when it's obvious he didn't want me to move out." Boo added. Sure Tig had asked her to move out, but it was more than obvious that he'd only done so because he believed Boo should be living with Chibs, not because he wanted her out of his home.

"Poor Hen..." Chibs said as he wrapped his arms around Boo's waist, one hand trailing comforting patterns up and down her bare back; something that made Boo smile and sighed contently. "Tiggy will be alright; he's just gotta get used to living without yeh." Chibs shrugged because in his mind, it was as simple as that. Give it time and Tig would be back to his annoying, sexual charged self. In fact he was probably already at the clubhouse, in the dorm room with a handful of beautiful ladies, the pain of Boo moving out long forgotten. "He's just being a dick cause he doesn't want to admit he's gonna miss yeh." Chibs added as he poked Boo on the end of the nose. Boo giggled and nodded, knowing Chibs was right.

"I know." she said. Tig could be stubborn as fuck when he wanted to be, especially when it came to hiding the fact that he was in emotional turmoil and today was no exception. He hide that emotional pain by acting like the worlds biggest asshole, behaviour that would only get worse the more people tried to get him to admit he was hurting. "I just feel so bad." Boo went on, to which Chibs tutted and rolled his eyes. His girl had this way of letting herself feel bad over things that were both beyond her control and not her fault at all.

"Course yeh do lovely, but what he's going through is completely normal." Chibs said with a simple shrug of his shoulders. Boo scowled in confusion, unsure what Chibs meant. Maybe this was normal Tig behaviour with everyone else, but he'd never acted this way with her. Well, not since she'd become his apprentice at 15 anyways. "Empty nest syndrome... he ain't got anyone to look after anymore and he doesn't know what to do with himself." Chibs explained. Tig's behaviour reminded him of the way his mother had acted when her youngest child Cat – Chibs sister and Padraic's mother - had moved out. She'd been devastated, pretty much ignoring all her children as she drifted through day to day, a black cloud if despair hanging over her. It wasn't until a few months later, when Cat called from Ireland to invite her mother to her wedding, that Bonnie Telford became herself again. She'd died not long after that, thankfully after meeting baby Padraic but long before Chibs had meet Fiona, but for her last few months of life, she'd enjoyed being able to live freely, without her children to constantly take care off. "My mother was the same once all us kids moved out... She was sad fer a long time, but over time things got better... she just had teh learn how to function without a few wee one's to chase after." Chibs knew that Tig would be the same; that in time something would snap some sense into him and he'd be his annoying old self once again. Until then, Boo would just have to put up with Tig and the childish way in which he was acting. The Scotsman didn't tell this to Boo though, however Boo seemed to get the message. She sighed heavily and rolled off Chibs, before heading to the door and opening the door for Tillie, who had been scratching at it and pining for her owner. Immediately, the tiny dog dashed in to the bedroom and jumped up onto the bed, where she curled up at Chibs side, her eyes on Boo, an expression on her face that made it obvious she wanted a scratch behind her ear.

"Maybe we should get him a puppy or something?" Boo chuckled as she gave Tillie the attention she wanted. Tig had always loved Tillie and no doubt he'd miss her as much as he was missing Boo. Maybe what he needed was a puppy of his very own to raise and train, to give him something to do other than miss his little girl.

"Aye, maybe." Chibs nodded smiling softly as he watching Boo lavish attention on Tillie. "Tell yeh what Boo, hows about yeh go round there on Sunday... spend the day with him, let him know yeh still need him." he added after a moment. He and Boo were meant to be spending Sunday together; they had no real plans of yet, they were going to see where the day took them, but they'd set aside the whole day for themselves knowing that up and coming work commitments – from both the garage and the club on Chibs part and from Boo's publishers – meant their first few weeks living together would be spent mostly apart.

Boo grinned at that. It had been Chibs suggestion to spend Sunday together and now he was willing to sacrifice that time together in order for Boo to go and mend her relationship with her father. It was little things like that that made Boo love him even more.

"Yeah... okay I'll do that." she agreed with a nod of her head. "Thank you Filip." she added, ducking down to press a chaste kiss to Chibs' lips.

"No problem lassie." Chibs grinned as he snaked his arms around Boo's waist and deepened the kiss. Boo tutted but nevertheless parted her lips and kissed Chibs back passionately, her fingers automatically tracing the scars on his cheeks, which make the Scotsman groan and whimper softly in delight. It took him all of about five seconds to pull Boo into the bed with him. "Now come here!" he growled as he did so, which made Boo shriek and giggle in delight, her hip having rubbed up against Chibs' growing erection. Finally, her man was up for round two! Before Boo could so much as loosen Chibs pants however, there was a hammering at the door. "Ah Christ, who the fuck is that?" Chibs muttered in annoyance as he gently pushed Boo to the side. One thing was for certain however; due to the time of 2.23am, whoever it was was calling for a very bad reason indeed.

SAMCRO

Deputy Hale was used to this; turning up on the doors of members of SAMCRO at ridiculous hours of the morning for some reason or another. But there was something about this time that felt different, somehow he knew Tig hadn't gotten himself into a bar fight or attacked some random night club goer in a fit of blinding rage. Something was seriously wrong with him. Something that was confirmed when Tig opened the door, his face stark white, eyes ringed red and the stench of old sweat and stale beer about him.

"Hey Tig; gotta call from one of your neighbours." Hale said, eyebrow cocked, eyes occasionally glancing at the report in his hand. "They said it sounded like someone was trashing the place..." he added. The call had come in just half an hour previously; one of Tig's neighbours had finally caved in after two hours of noise to report the disturbance. Obviously, the noise had been awful, prolonged and frightening because normally, Tig's neighbours would be far to scared of his backlash to report such a disturbance.

"Yeah, so?" Tig shrugged, scowling at Hale, his eyes narrowed and ablaze with menace. He didn't care who had called Hale in, they were going to pay for messing with his business. He didn't want or need Hale coming round to sniff around in his life! He'd deal with his own shit in his own goddamn way.

Hale was far too used to Tig to be even remotely phased by his glare, a glare that would no doubt unnerve and intimidate some of his colleagues. He simply sighed and tucked his notepad into his belt, before folding his arms and giving Tig a serious look.

"So? Mind telling me what's going on?" he asked in a firm and determined tone. He wanted to get an answer out of Tig because clearly, something had really unsettled him. If Tig lived alone it wouldn't be so bad, but he didn't, he lived with Boo and that worried Hale. He didn't at all like the idea that Tig might kick off and go crazy with that young woman living with him. He could really hurt her if he wasn't careful.

"Nah, don't think so deputy." Tig scoffed at Hale's words, sneering at him like he was a piece of dirt he dearly wanted to just wash away forever. He wished he really could just wash Hale away; the guy was far to nosy for his own goddamn good and he just wouldn't fall into line with Clay like Unser had done. He was dangerous for SAMCRO. "That's my business." Tig went on, going to shut the door at the same time. Hale however, had other ideas; he placed his foot in the doorway to prevent Tig from closing it. The Sergeant at Arms hated the cocky, smug little look that appeared on Hale's face in that moment. Asshole! "Now unless you wanna come in and suck my dick I suggest you get outta the way." Tig snarled, stepping forward and giving Hale a hefty shove. In doing so he revealed his hands; battered and split at the knuckles, they were slowly dripping blood onto the floor below. Hale, never one for the sight of blood, paled slightly at the sight.

"Shit... you need someone to take a look at your hands Tig; those wounds are pretty bad." he whispered to Tig, barely able to take his eyes off of Tig's bloody fingers. The wounds looked deep, some were embedded with tiny wooden splinters and all were steadily bleeding. Tig didn't seem to care and if the wounds hurt at all, he didn't see to notice for sickeningly, he cracked his knuckles with a menacing yet rather vulnerable looking snarl.

"I'll live." Tig drawled, barely noticing the unbearable pain that shot up his fingers as he cracked his knuckles. He'd not noticed the pain when he'd smashed his fists into the wall either; he was so blinded by rage at himself for the way he'd treated Boo before she'd left and by the emotional pain he felt by her loss that it was a long time before he even realised the damage he'd done to himself.

Hale saw behind Tig in that moment, getting a good look into his and Boo's apartment. It was a tip; bits of broken furniture littered the living area, pictures hung off the wall, their frames broken, glass shattered, the vases of flowers that Boo often dotted around the place had been hurled against the walls, which were littered with holes stained with Tig's blood and dozens of empty, broken bottles of booze lay scattered across the stained floor. Something really awful had gone down; Hale wondered if Tig had gotten some extremely bad news. Had one of his daughters died perhaps? Or was a member of the Son's going to jail? Or, worse still, was Boo back on the drugs that had almost claimed her life three years previously? Hale could only hope that this wasn't the case. Despite her unsavoury associations, Boo Trager was better than that.

"Jesus!" Hale said, stepping past Tig and into the apartment, ignoring Tig's growl of protest as he did so. He'd never seen such a mess before! Not even in the worst of crime-scenes. What in God's name had made Tig do such a thing? Hale stopped moving the instance he heard glass crunch under his feet. He didn't dare go in any further, for fear of his own safety. Not only could he hurt himself on the glass, or the broken furniture, but Tig was now looking pretty volatile and like he could blow again at any moment. "Why did you trash your own apartment Tig?" Hale asked, hoping to get enough of an answer out of Tig to put the truth together himself. He knew damn well he'd never get the full story for the blue eyed mechanic.

"It's my place deputy, I can do whatever the hell I want with it." Tig shrugged, his mind flashing with memories of what had happened just moments after he'd watched Boo and Chibs drive away to the home they now called theirs. A home that had previously just been Chibs', a home that didn't include Tig. He'd lost it as soon as the club van was out of sight. He'd grabbed a hold of whatever was close – which turned out to be one of the empty beer bottles that littered his bedroom floor - and had hurled it with all his might to the living room floor. He'd not stopped after that, he'd just continued to grab and hurl, going from his bedroom to the living room, moving from beer bottles to picture frames, to furniture. Eventually, he'd just started pounding at walls, harder and harder, until they were riddled with holes and dripping with his blood. Yet still none of that had been enough to drive away the ache of loss that had filled him since telling Boo to move out, nor had it stopped him feeling any less angry at himself for his cruel behaviour towards Boo before she'd left. Didn't matter anyways, he'd been such a jerk that now he really would lose her forever. She'd never want anything to do with him again. She'd be like Dawn, only coming to him when she was in trouble or wanted something. Or like Fawn, who never came to see him at all.

"What about Boo Tig? Surely she wouldn't want her home trashed like this." Hale asked, which seemed to stir something in Tig. The anger in his face melted away and made way somewhat for sorrow, loss and regret. Something clicked in Hale's mind. Boo and Tig had had a fight and she'd gone to Chibs' place for the evening. This wasn't uncommon, the pair were basically father and daughter so of course they fought a lot, but never before had Tig trashed the place because of a stupid fight with Boo. He normally laughed it off with a few drinks and a dance down at the Jelly-bean. "You guys have a fight or something?" Hale asked, the softest hint of a smirk forming on his lips. All this because of a silly fight with his kid? Tig was going soft in his old age!

Tig didn't like the way Hale was looking at him, like he was some big fucking joke, nor did he like the fact that he'd brought up Boo. Yeah, so Boo was the reason he'd trashed the place, so what? That wasn't any of his business now was it? Now completely fed up with Hale and his questioning, Tig shoved him right out of the door with one huge shove.

"Boo doesn't live here anymore." he said simply as he slammed the door in Hale's face. Now exhausted, Tig longed for nothing more than to crawl into bed... and to wake with Boo curled up at his side because she knew he was hurting and wanted to comfort him... That of course wasn't going to happen so instead, Tig contented himself by throwing himself down on Boo's bare bed fully clothed where he crashed out in an instance.

Hale on the other hand had gone straight down to his Jeep, his mind set on going to Chibs' place knowing full well that that's where Boo would be. And that she now lived with the Scotsman whose Ol' Lady she'd been for years now. He hoped that if Boo called Tig, or went over to talk to him she'd settle him down in a way only she knew how and things would be right with the Sergeant at Arms once again.

"Hey Chibs... is Boo in?" Hale asked as soon as the Scotsman opened the door. Chibs didn't look best pleased to see Hale on the other side of his door and from the way he shifted himself so that his lower half was hidden behind the door, Hale was certain he'd interrupted the happy couple as they'd christened they home that was now theirs.

"Aye she is..." Chibs nodded. He wasn't best pleased to see Hale, especially since he and Boo were working their way to round two, but he kept a straight and calm face as he addressed the deputy, knowing that whatever he had to say was bad or he wouldn't be calling at such an hour. He'd done nothing to warrant his arrest of late, apart from the usual gun smuggling of course, so it was best to play it safe, innocent and ignorant of any accusations Hale threw his way. His was dumbfounded however, when Hale asked after Boo. His girl had done nothing wrong, this Chibs knew for certain, but there was something about the way Hale had worded his request that made Chibs stop and think. . He'd asked if Boo was in, not if she was here. Chibs knew that meant Hale knew Boo now lived with him, which could only mean Tig had done something idiotic and rash which had called for police intervention. Chibs sighed and sauntered back to the bedroom, where Boo was perched on the foot of the bed, wrapped in her dressing gown, waiting nervously for him. She looked up expectantly when Chibs entered the room, confusion marring her pretty face, Tillie curled up asleep in her arms. "Boo, darlin', deputy Hale is here teh see yeh." Chibs said, nodded his head towards the front door. Out of fear of being wrong, he gave Boo no hint as to why he believed Hale had asked for her, instead choosing to just press a reassuring kiss to her cheek as she headed towards the front door, taking Tillie from her in the same instance. The little dog whimpered at being parted from Boo but nevertheless, scrambled for some affection and attention from Chibs. The Scotsman gladly gave both, glad that Tillie was finally warming to him now that she called his apartment home.

"Deputy Hale? How can I help you?" Boo asked as she went to the front door, indeed finding deputy Hale there waiting for her. She was just as confused by his presence as she had been when Chibs had told her that he was here to see her, but from the look on Hale's face, she was certain it was something to do with Tig. Suddenly terrified, sick with fear at the idea that Tig might have really hurt himself, Boo gulped and wiped at her suddenly sweaty brow with her shaking hand. "It's Tig isn't it?" she asked, to which Hale nodded. Oh shit... Boo thought nervously. What the hell had her former guardian gone and done?

In the next chapter, Chibs finally confronts Tig about the way he has been behaving.

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