WARNINGS: This is total slash, so if you have a problem with it turn back now. AND if you are UNDER 18, naughty, naughty.

Beta: None. WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.)

Sex: Yes - Male/Male

Swearing: Absolutely. (This is sons of anarchy) Along with some derisive terms that aren't meant to offend.

I'm still having a bit of trouble with Word at the moment, so if there are more Spelling and Grammar mistakes than usual, forgive me.

A/N: Another short chapter, that's why I'm posting a double wammy. Enjoy.

Tig stared down at his mobile, then up across the garage to the club house. Dawn was sat talking with a couple of the prospects, or more precisely flirting with them, which sent a spark of irritation through him but he pushed it away, they'd have more sense that to mess with his kid. It was great seeing his little girl again. One of them at least. Though he wasn't too impressed with her decision to change her name. Dawn was a perfect acceptable name, unlike Margeaux, with an X. Now if Fawn had decided to change her name he wouldn't blame her. He still couldn't believe he'd allowed Colleen to call them Dawn and Fawn, he had to have been high at the time. And so probably was she.

His stomach clenched as he thought about his other little girl. He couldn't believe she was in such a bad way. He glanced down at his phone again. They'd get her straight; all it was going to take was one phone call. He just wasn't sure he was ready to make it. He was still reeling from that morning's conversation. What he'd said was meant as a joke, he hadn't even really been thinking about what he was saying. But Kozik's reply had held a ring of truth about it and it threw him through a loop, cause as much as he was willing to accept that he was in a relationship, he wasn't sure he was ready for it to suddenly have meaning.

"Daddy!"

He looked up and smiled as Dawn strolled over to him. "Hey honey. - You okay?"

"Yeah. That Chuck guy is so weird."

"What's he do?"

"Nothing." Dawn rolled her eyes and sat down next to him on the swings.

They sat there for a moment in silence, before Dawn began to riffle through her bag, pulling out her phone. "You've got to see this." holding out the mobile to Tig.

"What is it?"

"Fourth of July, 2000. You came down to see us and took us to the carnival. Fawn got sick after eating all that cotton candy. - Do you remember?"

Tig frowned down at the picture of him and his girls. "No. Yes. No. Maybe." he smiled. "Was I there for sure?"

Dawn chucked. "You were."

Tig laughed. Clearly he'd been high then too, or he was just getting old. - No, he had to have been high.

"Lemonade!" Chuck yelled from the club house and the pair got up to go get some. Anything to distract him from calling Kozik.

"Tig."

He turned to see Gemma and Bobby heading for him. "You go." he whispered, pushing Dawn towards the club while he stopped to talk to the pair.

"I spoke to Colleen." Gemma announced with a sigh.

"What?"

"Fawn is fine." Bobby continued. "She's in Chicago with her boyfriend for two weeks."

Tig's stomach tightened, his dark brows pulling tight together.

"No bulimia." Gemma added, shaking her head sympathetically. "Dawn's playing you, sweetheart."

Tig stared at them. He thinks he'd kinda already figured that out but hadn't wanted to believe it. "Well, what does she want the 12 grand for?"

"Well, I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" Gemma replied, her hands on her hips.

"Maybe." Tig murmured.

"You okay, Tig?" Bobby asked with a concerned frown.

"Yeah. Thanks."

Tig turned and started off towards Dawn, who smiled innocently. He shouldn't really be that surprised, after all she was his daughter. - And Colleen's. They hadn't exactly been the most honest of people. But it kinda hurt that she'd lied to him. That she'd thought she had to. If she wanted, or needed, the money she should have just said so. He would have given it to her. He'd give her and her sister anything. Didn't they know that? Had he really been that bad a father that they didn't know that? Tig stopped beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he took the plastic cup of lemonade she handed him.

~TIKOZI~

Tig was sat at the desk in the office, staring at his phone once again. The idea of calling Kozik about the money had been a little easier when it had been about saving his little girl, now that he knew it was a con, that Dawn just wanted the money for whatever reason, he…he wasn't sure what to do. He rubbed at his temples, a pounding headache slowly taking hold. They'd had such a nice day together, chatting, laughing. It felt wonderful. He wanted this again, but if he refused to give Dawn the money she wanted she'd probably never come back. He knew he shouldn't be buying his kids love, but it wasn't like he had anything else to offer. He'd never been there for her, for either of them. Not really.

Taking a deep breath he hit Kozik's name and the phone began to ring. The man answered after only a single ring, like he'd been waiting for the call.

"Tig." he said quickly, causing the sergeants heart to leap into his throat.

"Yeah."

They were silent, uncomfortable for the first time ever.

Kozik cleared his throat and spoke first. "Listen about what I said, I didn't…."

"I'm not calling about that." Tig said, cutting him off.

There was silence again.

"Okay."

Tig winced at the coldness in the other man's voice. He hadn't heard it like that since their blow-up over the vote a week or so ago. "I…Listen, I know….I need to borrow your cut of the Cartel money." he said in a rush.

"Huh?"

Tig could practically see the man's face crumbling up.

"What for? Is something wrong?"

"My kid needs it. - She's…."

"Sure." Kozik cut him off in an instant.

"What?"

"I said sure. Take it. It's not like I'm in desperate need for the pay out. - I don't exactly have bills piling up."

Tig swallowed; his head dropping into his hand with a sigh. "I…Thanks."

"Not a problem." Kozik sighed. "Is that all you wanted?"

Tig winced again. "Uh, hum….okay so we need to talk, but I can't now. I need to see to my kid."

"Yeah. Right. So, call me when you're ready."

Tig opened his mouth to agree only for the line to go dead on him. He slumped low in the chair and closed his eyes, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Now he knew why he'd stopped having relationship. There were just too many minefields, too much stress. Yet the idea of calling it quits never even crossed his mind. He simply pushed himself up out of the chair and headed for the door, planning to call Koz later and hash things out.

An hour later he was handing Dawn the cash, hugging her tight and kissing her goodbye, hoping that he'd see her again soon.

A/N: At some point after I've finished this story, I'll be revisiting Dawn and this episode in an AU fic I've had floating around in my head for a while now. Hope you enjoyed the chapters. Thanks as always for the love and support. Please keep the reviews coming, they make my day.