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.

After speaking with deputy chief Hale for more than half an hour about Tig, the fact that he'd asked her to move out and his erratic and rather volatile behaviour since then, Boo decided that she'd wait until morning to go and see him. She was drained after spending the day packing and moving her stuff from Tig's to the apartment she now shared with Chibs, especially after the energetic romp she'd shared with Filip once they were home. Bedside's she was in no mood to talk to Tig. She was totally annoyed with him and fed up with his childish and cruel behaviour. He needed to grow up and deal with the fact that she'd moved out. Filip offered to drive her to work the next morning, so she asked him to stop off at Tig's on the way. Chibs agreed, but rather reluctantly so. He wanted Tig to 'stew in his own juices' and for Boo to leave him alone until he was man enough to come and talk to her and apologise.

"Tig?" Boo called, knocking on the door as she opened it, knowing it was likely that Tig would be in a state and might need the chance to cover himself up before she went in. Something that had happened a fair few times in the first few months that Boo had lived with him. The door however, wouldn't open. In fact Boo's key didn't fit in the lock at all. Tig had changed the locks. Both annoyed and rather hurt by this, Boo started hammering on the door with her fist. "Open the door, it's me!" she called, for she knew for certain that Tig was in. He never left for work on time, at best leaving the apartment five minute's before his shift at Teller-Morrow started. There was still almost half an hour until the garage opened so Boo knew Tig would be dragging himself out of bed, venturing in the fridge for a morning beer or milk for his coffee, depending on the size of his hangover. Considering how drunk he'd been when she'd last seen him, Boo was willing to bet he was drinking a coffee that was more whiskey than it was anything else. "Seriously, I'm fed the fuck up of this shit, come and talk to me!" Boo yelled, hammering even harder still when Tig neither answered her calls nor opened the door. Still, Tig did not answer the door, but when Boo fell quiet, she could hear him moving around. That really pissed her off; she hated it when Tig ignored her because it reminded her of how Clay had treated her her whole life, how he'd ignored her even when they'd lived under the same roof. Boo had tolerated it when Tig had ignored her before, knowing he was hurting and just trying to hide it, but now his childish behavior just angered her. In fact it angered her so much, she couldn't help but lash out at the door, kicking it with all her might, the tears that formed in her eyes as she did so having nothing to do with the pain in her toes. "Come on you asshole, I know you're in there! Talk to me, I'm really worried about you!" she barked as she kicked the door again, her voice so loud it echoed harshly in the small, dank communal hallway. Still Tig did not come to the door, yet still Boo could hear him moving around in the apartment – he kept knocking things over. Clearly he was still drunk from the night before. Noticing that her anger was getting her nowhere, Boo stepped away from the door and raked her hands through her hair, took a few deep breathes to try and calm herself. Tig never responded well when she yelled at him, even if she was justified in doing so. After a minute or so, Boo felt calm enough to knock again. She was still mad at Tig and still wanted to scream and yell at him, but she felt calm enough not too. "Daddy..?" she called, somewhat timidly, as she rapped her knuckles against the door. She pressed her ear against the door as she knocked, listened very carefully and noted that all sounds of Tig moving around inside stopped the second she called out 'daddy'. Was Tig finally going to come to the door and talk to her? Or had he just passed out because he was still that drunk?

"Hen?" came Chibs voice, startling Boo so much she shrieked softly and jumped. The Scotsman had gotten concerned as he'd waited outside Tig's apartment block after hearing Boo's raised voice and her continued hammering on the door.

"He changed the locks Filip." Boo sighed as she turned to look at Chibs, the realization of what that meant hitting her like a ton of breaks, causing a few stray tears to suddenly tumble down her cheeks. "He doesn't want me anymore…" she whispered softly, certain that this was so. What other explanation was there? Sure, he was hurting and sure whenever he was hurting he acted like a jerk and hid how he was really feeling behind a wall of alcohol, abusive language and violence but she was his daughter, she was Boo! No matter how hard Tig as hurting he always managed to talk to her about it. Always. And now he was just pushing her away, ignoring her, treating her like scum. Clearly he was fed up of playing daddy to her and just wanted her out of his life.

"Hey now, I'm sure that's not true." Chibs insisted as he stepped forward and took both of Boo's hands in his own. "Yeh heard what Hale said, he trashed the place. He probably broke the lock or somethin'." Chibs said frankly, looking deep into Boo's eyes, He very much wanted her to believe what he was saying, despite the fact he didn't believe for a second that Tig had broke the locks on his door when he'd trashed the place. Boo just needed to believe him, at least until he'd had a chance to go and speak to Tig himself, to knock some sense into the idiot if he had too. If nothing else his bullshit would stop Boo despairing for a little while longer. He hated to see her so upset.

"Yeah…. Maybe." Boo sighed, nodding her head before offering Chibs a weak smile. She didn't believe for a second that Tig had broken the lock during his drunken rampage but she understood what Chibs was trying to do and she was thankful for it. "Come on, we're going to be late for work." She sighed as she looked down at her watch. They still had plenty of time to get to the garage but the both of them liked to get to work a little early so that they didn't get stuck with any of the crappy, long-winded or complicated jobs. "I can talk to him there." She added hopefully, a vague notion in her mind that maybe, a night away from his little girl – a night in which he'd trashed his apartment and gotten a visit from the police – might have snapped a little sense in him and that maybe, he just didn't want her to see the extent of the damage in the apartment.

"Aye, come on then darlin'." Chibs nodded, smiling down at Boo as he slipped an arm around her waist and steered her back outside and towards his bike. They soon pulled in at Teller-Morrow and after sharing a quick cup of tea together, they changed into their work shirts. "I'm on repo work today; I'll see you later okay Boo?" Chibs said as he buttoned his shirt. He kissed Boo briefly on the lips before grabbing the list of cars that needed to be repossessed and the keys to the tow-truck from inside the office.

"Okay; I'll see you at home later." Boo grinned, kissing Chibs one last time before heading into the office herself to wait for Gemma. She watched as Chibs hauled himself into the tow-truck, her eyes on his ass, and waved him goodbye as he drove out of the lot. A few minute's later, Gemma entered the office. "Hey Gem, is Tig in today?" Boo asked before Gemma had even taken her sunglasses off, her question the sole reason she'd waited in the office for Gemma. She had a nasty feeling that Tig had called in sick to avoid her. After all if he had no qualms about changing his locks and refusing to answer the door in an effort to avoid her, he'd have no problem skipping work to do the same.

"No baby, he called in sick today." Gemma said as she sat down next to Boo, confirming the young authors fears. Boo flashed Gemma a smile, tried her best not too look to upset or angry at the news.

"Oh… he wasn't at home this morning." She said with a shrug of her shoulders, her voice a little higher than usual. She wasn't able to look Gemma in the eye as she spoke. "Well; I don't know, I could hear him in there. I think." She added, her cheeks flushing pink as she rambled uncertainly.

Gemma, unaware of the troubles between Boo and Tig yet certain something as upsetting her stepdaughter all the same, put her hand over Boo's and smiled at her knowingly.

"He's probably got a hangover and is dead to the world." She said, certain that the reason for Boo's obvious misery was that she was missing her father after spending her first night away from him since moving out. She remembered Jax's first night away from home after he'd moved out. She'd cried in Clay's arms all night and Jax, who'd acted cocky, pleased and cheerful about the move during the day, had called her just before midnight to tell her that he missed and loved her. At work the next morning, the first thing he'd done was hug her tight. Boo nodded at Gemma's words, but she didn't say anything to them. Tig probably did have an awful hangover and may well be dead to the world, but she knew that wasn't the real reason he'd called in sick. It was because he was avoiding her because he didn't want her anymore… "Boo?" Gemma asked as silent tears started tumbling down Boo's cheeks. "You okay sweetheart?" she asked. Boo shook her head frantically and drew in a few shallow, haggard breathes as she fought to compose herself. Gemma passed her some tissues and she furiously wiped at her eyes, mad at herself for letting herself get so upset, and in front of Gemma too.

"Something is really wrong Gem." She admitted, turning her tear filled gaze onto the matriarch. Her stepmother was looking at her with the utmost concern and Boo knew she couldn't lie to her about what was going on with Tig. Gemma had known Tig a hell of a lot longer than she had; maybe she could offer her some advice, tell her what she should do to repair her relationship with him. "I really upset Tig moving out; he won't talk to me, he's drinking loads, he's being violent…" she confessed tearfully, shuddering softly as she remembered the way Tig had pushed her, the way he'd thrown an empty beer bottle at her head. She was terrified that if she continued to push Tig, to try and see him or talk to him when he obviously wanted nothing to do with her, then he'd become more violent still.

Gemma scowled at that, not liking what she was hearing. This all sounding far too familiar and reminded Gemma of the way Tig had acted after losing Dawn and Fawn. He'd shut himself off from the world, drunk himself into oblivion day after day and had become increasingly violent to those that dared to cross him as time wore on. By the time Gemma and Clay had intervened, he'd put a prospect in hospital just for delivering a message from Clay and he'd become so physically dependant on alcohol, he shook violently if he couldn't have a drink, was horribly ill. It'd taken weeks of 'detox' at Clay and Gemma's before he was somewhat himself again. Now it seemed, dealing with Boo moving out was sending Tig back to that dark place and he was taking that out on Boo, pushing her away because it hurt too much to miss her. Gemma knew she'd have to intervene before he pushed her away completely or before he did something to her he'd surely regret.

"With you?" Gemma asked, eyebrow cocked, needing to know how bad things were with Tig already so she could work out how best to approach the situation. Boo's face paled at that, her eyes dropped to the floor and at once Gemma knew that already, Tig had been violent with her in some way. He was spiraling out of control a lot faster than she'd realized.

"Sorta…" Boo admitted with a shrug of her shoulders, not wanting to fully admit to Gemma what Tig had done to her. She felt like she was overreacting a little to what he'd done; sure he'd given her a bit of a shove and thrown an empty beer bottle in her general direction… it wasn't like he'd hit her, punched her in the face or slapped her around. He just needed time to calm down and then he'd be fine and he'd apologize for what he'd done. That is, if he still wanted her. "What?" she asked, when she caught Gemma giving her a skeptical, yet rather thoughtful look. Gemma smiled weakly at that, shook her head and patted Boo's hand once again.

"Nothing baby, just give him a few days and things will be okay again." She assured her, before encouraging her to go and get on with some work as it'd distract her and make her feel better. She was determined to intervene with Tig before it got too late and made a promise to herself that in 'a few days' things would be okay with Tig and Boo again because she was going to put them right.

SAMCRO

Despite having half a dozen cars to repossess before lunch, Chibs headed straight back over to Tig's apartment. He knew the bastard was in there, knew he wouldn't bother turning up to work after the way he'd acted the night before and so he took it as a prime opportunity to confront him about it. Nobody treated his Ol' Lady in the way Tig had done in the last few days. Nobody. Chibs didn't care if Tig was her father, his superior within the club; he was going to have it out with him.

"Open the fuck up Trager!" Chibs barked, hammering the door with his fist. He waited less than five seconds for Tig to open the door before his temper got the better of him and he kicked the door open, one swift and hard kick doing the job, practically ripping the door off its hinges. He pushed the ricocheting door open and marched in, finding a slightly startled looking and very hung-over Tig standing at the end of the hall. He was swaying softly and he reeked of sweat, stale beer and whiskey. He looked an utter mess: his fingers were bruised and scabbing over, his skin thick with filth and grim, his hair a tattered mess, his clothes rumbled and filthy, covered in stains. Chibs didn't give a damn how bad of a state he was in because he was hurting Boo, both emotionally and physically and that didn't wash with the Scotsman. Not at all.

"What did you do to my door?" Tig drawled, eyes barely focusing on the dented wooden door, his voice distinct, words slurred. Chibs continued to move towards Tig, getting right up in his face. The smell of Tig made him feel sick but he didn't bother to hide the disgust on his face. In fact, he wanted Tig to see it, wanted the Sergeant at Arms to see just how disgusted he was with him, just how pissed off he was at him.

"If yeh'd opened the damn thing, I wouldn't have had teh kick it down." Chibs barked as he pressed his forehead against Tig's, his eyes wide and livid, shaking with the amount of anger that was in him. Tig didn't flinch or jerk away as Chibs did that, not even when he fisted the front of his shirt and shoved him against the wall, pressing his face against Tig's again before the sound of his head hitting the wall had even rung out into the hallway. "Now, tell me something Trager, why the hell are yeh treating my Ol' Lady like a piece of shit?" Chibs drawled dangerous, eyes dark and almost black. He knew the answer of course, Tig was hurting over the fact that Boo was moving out, that he was 'losing' her, Chibs just wanted to hear him say it. The ironic thing was that Tig wasn't losing Boo just because she was moving out, like he feared. The reason he was losing her was because he was acting like a jerk, pushing her away and treating her like a piece of shit because he was scared of losing her.

Chibs was startled when Tig started laughing, the sound cold and hollow, almost disturbing. He pushed Chibs back a little and shook his head. Chibs knew before he'd even opened his mouth that the bastard was going to deny that he was treating Boo badly. Chibs felt himself grow ever more enraged.

"I'm not, she's just upset cause she moved out." Tig said with a shrug of his shoulders, despite being under no delusions about why Boo was so upset. He was hurting her and he knew it but he just didn't want to admit how much he moving out was hurting him. It made him feel too weak, too vulnerable. When he was ignoring Boo, yelling at her or whatever, yeah he was an asshole but at least he wasn't weak.

Chibs gave a soft growl at that and slammed Tig against the wall once again. How dare he suggest that the only reason Boo was upset was because she'd moved how, how fucking dare he! He knew damn well his pathetic, cruel behavior was the real source of her pain and it was now obvious to the Scotsman that he neither wanted to admit that nor apologize for it.

"Oh aye, she's upset all right." Chibs snarled, heart giving a painful twinge as he remembered how hurt, how terrified Boo had looked when she'd emerged from Tig's apartment the night before, just before they'd gone home. He never wanted to see her look so anguished ever again. "Cause yeh won't so much as be in the same room as her, cause yeh ignore her and when she tries her damn best to get through to yeh, yeh throw glass fuckin' bottles at her." Chibs drawled, eyes flashing ever more dangerously with every word he spoke. Tig's face contorted into a mixture of confusion and fear when Chibs mentioned the glass bottle, his eyes narrowed. Obviously he didn't think Boo would share that little bit of information with her old man. And she hadn't. Chibs had suspected such a thing had happened after Boo had emerged from Tig's as she'd reeked of beer suddenly and her clothes were damp and sticky. Not only that but she seemed very shaken up, more so than if Tig had just yelled at her. Knowing that he'd not get her to speak up about what had happened (she seemed determined to defend and protect Tig), Chibs had convinced her to have a drink with dinner because he knew that when Boo had had a drink, she talked in her sleep. On those rare occasions, you could ask Boo anything and she'd tell you the flat out, honest truth. Boo didn't know that Chibs knew about this and so had accepted the drink without question and sang like a bird when he'd got her talking once she'd fallen asleep. She'd told him not only about Tig throwing glass bottles at her, but about how he'd shoved her the night he'd asked her to move out. Chibs hadn't asked her for more information, almost fearful of what she might say. And what he might do as a result. "Don't think I don't know about that brother." Chibs barked, saying brother with such sickening disdain that it was almost like he was calling him the most vile and horrid name he could think up. "Did yeh feel like a big man when you launched that bottle at her head? Well did yeh?" he asked, shoving Tig against the wall once again, with such force the wall shook. That wasn't enough though, he wanted to ram Tig right through it. He deserved no better, in fact he deserved worse. "Or when yeh pushed her?" he went on, making Tig aware of the fact that he knew about that too. Tig didn't say a word and although he retained eye contact with Chibs (not that he had much choice; Chibs had his face pressed right up against Tig's) it was obvious he was struggling to do so and that he wanted to look away. "Did yeh feel like a big man, pushing yer defenseless daughter around cause yer too small a man teh admit yer gonna miss her? Huh?" he roared, his voice now so loud it echoed in the small hallway. Tig sneered at that, suddenly angry, and spat on the ground at Chibs feet. Boo wasn't a defenseless little girl! Yeh he'd given her a shove but she'd often proved that she was more than capable of giving just as good as she'd got. Over the years they'd lived together, Tig had playfully shoved her a number of times and she'd always shoved back twice as hard. He'd not used any more force than usual when he'd shoved her a week previously so he didn't see what the problem was. Especially since Boo would have been more than welcome to shove him right back. Of course, deep down, Tig knew this was utter bullshit. He knew he'd been awful to Boo, that he'd had to right to shove her like he had or throw things as her but he was too stubborn to admit this. Even to himself.

"I've not done shit to that girl but love her and put a roof over her head for over five goddamn years." Tig spat, making it seem like doing so had been more trouble that it was worth, like he'd not wanted her under his roof in the first place, like he was glad to be rid if her and like his love for her had never been real. Chibs snapped then, loosing what little of his cool he still had a hold of. Without hesitation and without holding back for the sake of his brother and friend at all, Chibs slammed his fist into Tig's face, slicing his cheek open with his rings, slamming his head back into the wall with a sickening thud. Despite that Tig laughed, cackled even, and spat on the floor once again, his phlegm red with the blood that had filled his mouth. "You're losing your touch Scotsman, I barely felt that." He chuckled, his words slightly slurred as he'd bitten down on the inside of his cheek as Chibs had punched him. Angered even more so by Tig's comments, Chibs tightened the grip his fingers had in the front of Tig's shirt before head butting him as hard as he could, catching him right on the nose. The Scotsman was sure he heard it break but, if nothing else, it started spewing bloody immediately and swelled up to twice it's usual size. When Chibs let Tig go he slumped down the wall, head ducked forward as he tried to control the bleeding. He hissed in pain as he cupped his nose, spat a mouthful of blood over the carpet.

"Did yeh feel that?" Chibs barked as Tig dropped to the floor. Tig didn't respond so Chibs crouched down in front of him, curled his fingers tight in Tig's matted curls before jerking his head up so that he was forced to look into his eyes. Chibs was pleased to see that Tig's eyes were already blackening, that his nose was indeed broken and that he was obviously in a large amount of pain. Chibs hadn't wanted to go to such an extend with Tig, but the Sergeant at Arms had left him with little choice. Despite this, Tig looked right into Chibs' eyes, his own eyes grey and cold, dull with pain, sluggish due to his blood loss. "Yer gonna apologize to my girl and yer gonna put right the way yeh've treated her, yeh understand me?" Chibs drawled slowly, as if he were talking to an inept idiot, his eyes wide and practically popping out of his head.

"I've got nothing to put right." Tig snarled, eyes narrowed. He wasn't going to apologize to Boo for what he'd done because that meant admitting to what he'd done, meant admitting that he was hurting because Boo had moved out, because he really believed he was losing her. And he didn't want to do that.

Totally fed up with the situation and firm in the knowledge that he wasn't going to get what he wanted from Tig, Chibs let the Sergeant at Arms hair go, allowing his head to drop forward once again, allow Tig to spit the blood that had filled his mouth onto the floor. Chibs then stood, drew one his knifes from his holster before glaring down at Tig and brandishing the knife at him.

"Yeh better rethink that one Trager, or yeh'll learn the real reason why I earned the nickname 'Chibs'." He said dangerously before turning and hurling the knife down the hall. It hit the exact spot he'd been aiming for with a loud thud; a picture of Tig that still hung on the wall, the blade going right through his heart. Chibs then walked out without another word, without bothering to look at the bloodied and battered heap that was Tig again.

He didn't care if his actions had consequences, didn't care much at all what those consequences were, because he'd done it all for his girl, he'd done it all for Boo. He refused to let anyone treat her like shit and he was more than willing to tear apart anyone that did, no matter who they were.

There will be a bit of a time jump after this one, not sure how long it will be yet. Things will be getting no getter for Tig and Boo I'm afraid but there is some good news for Chibs and Boo.

Reviews would be loved; they are extremely motivational and make my writing more than worthwhile.