So, I didn't realize all the positive feedback and follows that would come with writing this. I'll be honest, I just wanted more Tig fanfic, but you are incredible. Please keep reading-I promise there's a method to my madness. I appreciate all reviews and comments so keep 'em coming! I cannot thank you enough! :) I am trying so hard not sway far away from the characters I know we all love and your critique helps me stay on that track so, again, thank you!

REVISED: 2/24/13

The diner was small and sandwiched inbetween a florist and a vacant shop on Main street. It looked like the place hadn't been updated since the 70's with it's bright orange and yellow accented booths and brown leather cushions. At least their food was decent.

"So, what now" Mina asked as she watched Molly add the third mini-cup of Vanilla creamer to her diner coffee. Mina remembered her mother telling how bad coffee in California had been. "It's all that salt water, Min, it tastes like shit!" However, with all the coffee she drank, she never noticed. Molly stirred and took a sip as Penelope sat next to her and doodled on the back of the paper placemat. "I finish school, find a job and a place, and Lil Penny Lane and I get the fuck outta Hohman. Away from my dad, away from her dad-" Molly looked to Penny who looked up at her- "Mommy? We gonna go see grandma?" "Yes, baby," Molly told her as she looked at Mina.

Mina cradled her coffee cup with both hands as they waited for their breakfast. "Clean slate? Sounds familiar." Molly laughed as she took another sip of coffee. "Why don't you gals just come back here? I should have a house or something by then, and healthcare's always looking for jobs?" Molly nodded as she pet Penny's head.

Molly had been Mina's best friend for years, and had always given her a place to stay when she was homeless. She'd looked to Molly and Penelope as family, so naturally, it broke her heart to hear her friend struggle. Back at home, she lived with her dad and dealt with all of his bullshit. She thought Mickey would be different for her because he had treated her like gold, but when Molly was pregnant with Penelope, things changed. He became distant and his focus swayed elsewhere. Mina sat with Molly when she cried and helped her where she could while Mickey ignored both her and the daughter they'd created.

"Well, just consider it, okay?" Mina looked at Penny as she held up a picture of swirls and happy faces. "Look Auntie Mina," Penny shouted "It's for Norman!" Mina had to laugh. Mina had a not-so-secret crush on the actor Norman Reedus, and she'd trained Penelope to know who Norman was so now, whenever she thought of Auntie Mina, she thought of him. Molly rolled her eyes, "Don't encourage her. You know she told my mom about Norman and she asked me if you had a boyfriend."

"Oh Honey, if I was dating Reedus, you'd know-fuck, everyone would know." The two girls laughed causing Penelope to laugh too.

….

The smoke illuminated through the sunlight peeking through the blinds. Clay smoked more lately given the stress the club was under.

"From what I gather, the Outlanders stashed the guns on the outskirts of Oaktown. Tig, you, Chibs, and Damien will go and get 'em. Jax, Bobby, and I have a date with Laroy to find out what's going on."

"We're thinking there's an alliance somewhere between the Niners and the Outlanders, but we're not too sure why this would take place," Jax interrupted, "ain't no bad blood between us."

"Not that we know of," Bobby said coyly.

"Alright, we leave within the hour. Adjourned." Clay hit the gavel and the group disbursed. Chibs walked out first with Tig quickly in tow. Though he hated to admit it, whatever they had talked about ate at him all night. He had to know what they had talked about-simple curiosity, nothing more.

"'Ey," Tig said grabbing Chibs arm, "What you and the tattoo artist talk about last night?"

"Eh?"

"The tattoo artist, the girl? You and her talked for a while last night-I was curious."

Chibs was a little taken aback. When Bobby had told the guys about a month ago that his best pal's niece was coming out here to work, they had kind of all assumed, well, a female Bobby. So, when this girl waltzed in built like a brick shithouse and dressed like a punk rocker's wet dream walked through the door, they were all intrigued. But, something resonated from Tig, something more, protective, maybe? He couldn't put his finger on it. "Yeah," Chibs said,"She said she saw your sausage-and that ye were a right bastard."

"That fuckin' bitch." Tig put his hand on his hips as Chibs smiled and grabbed Tig's helmet. "Wait, are you fucking with me?" Chibs threw Tig his helmet and Tig caught it. Chibs smiled.

"Let's go, Tigger. DAMIEN, move your arse!" Chibs shouted towards the clubhouse despite Damien jogging towards them. Tig put on his helmet and got on his bike. As he started her up, he thought about the girl again. He knew he'd be seeing her, and knew that she wasn't into him. Frankly, he wasn't into her either, but that didn't mean the two couldn't be civil to one another. So what if she called him a bastard or not-he'd called her worse. Besides, she couldn't be all that bad, not if Bobby had anything to do with it. Tig had a lot of respect for Bobby, and if Bobby thought this kid was good enough to bring here, then she must not be all that bad.

The trio started out on their way driving through Charming. On the way out, Tig saw Mina and a red head with a kid exit the diner. The sound of the motorcycles caused the two to look their way making Tig face forward and focus on the task at hand. He'd spent more time than he'd like to admit thinking about this girl and he wasn't going waste any more time doing it. Besides, she'd only been here a few days, and he'd only met her yesterday.

...

It took the boys about 30 minutes to reach the location Feldman had told Tig and Happy about the previous day. Parking their bikes, the trio got off their bikes and surveyed the scene. Deserted save for the overpass, but even that seemed pretty vacant at the moment. Chibs moved his sunglasses to the top of his head and squinted. "Where'd the bloody bastard say the guns were?"

Remembering they'd stored the guns under an overpass just south of Oaktown, Tig pointed to the overpass Northwest from where they were parked. "So now what," Damien asked. "We supposed to just bungee cord the crate to our bikes?"

"We stay put and wait for Juicey Boy with the truck," Chibs said matter of factly. Looking through a pair of binoculars, Chibs searched for any sight of movement.

"How long," Damien asked. Tig, already fed up with the 3rd degree coming from his right, saw Damien check his cell phone.

"Why sweetheart, you got somewhere to be," Tig asked. Damien snapped his head up in Tig's direction.

Suddenly shots rang out. Ducking out of the line of fire, the three bikers jumped on their bikes, drew their guns and started shooting. Immediately, Chibs pulled his cell phone out to call for back up. Tig being the first of the bunch to rev his engine, he motioned they take off back to Charming. Chibs nodded and hey took off down the road. Despite how quickly things were escalating, there was one thing Tig did notice-none of the people shooting at him were of color. All white-meaning Outlanders protected the guns soley. Maybe the Niners knew nothing about this.

After about ten minutes, Tig pulled over to the side of the road. Noticing this, Chibs and Damien followed suit. Pulling up next to Tig, Chibs yanked his helmet off, he screamed, "What are ye doin, Brother?"

"They ain't following us Chibs, look!" Chibs and Damien turned and looked behind them. Tig was right, they weren't being followed. "Son of a bitch," Damien shouted. "Well, then what the fuck WAS that?"

Tig pulled out his cell phone to call Clay, "Clay? Hey, Outlanders are the only ones protecting the guns. When we got here, we got shot at. I don't know how they knew but I think we were set up. How soon can you guys be here?"

….

Mina hardly slept the night before. Having been at the clubhouse most of the night, and having to wake up early today made her tired. Molly and Penelope were going to stay an extra day, but figured they'd go somewhere while Mina took a nap, something Mina had been grateful for.

As she slept, she dreamed of the Sons, namely Tig. In the dream, she was alone at the club house cleaning up her tattoo stuff when she felt a pair of calloused hands wrapped around her waist. Smiling to herself she hadn't thought of who it was. When she turned, she was looking up into Tig's eyes. He smiled at her as she threw her arms around his neck. She breathed deeply as he placed his forehead against hers. "Did you take care of it," Mina had heard herself say. Tig smiled and nodded as he kissed her. Hugging him tightly, Mina had been ecstatic. "You're welcome, babe," she heard Tig say. Their tender moment was interrupted by the sound of Mina's phone going off on the bar. She couldn't remember placing it there, and yet there it was blaring "Why Can't I Be You" by the Cure. She stared at it for a moment before waking up.

When she finally did, she realized that her phone actually was going off. Looking to the screen, the words Uncle Bobby and a photo icon of Elvis appeared. She answered.

"Uncle Bobby?"

"Hey, kid, you try calling me earlier?"

"Yeah, but I figured you were busy." Mina sat up from her bed and rubbed her face. When she pulled her hand away, she noticed that not only did she still have her make up on, but that she'd smeared it all over her face. "Shit!" She shouted as she headed towards the bathroom, phone pressed against her ear.

"What happened," Bobby had asked in concern.

"Nothing. It's stupid. So-uh" she had grabbed a make-up remover wipe from under the sink, "when did you want me to stop by and touch up your arm?"

"Tomorrow would be good. Can you come during the day? Say, like, 2:30?"

"Uncle Bobby, that's the afternoon."

"Not on your days off when you wake up at 12. Technically, it's still morning for me." Some things never changed, Mina thought.

"Okay, well whatever time is fine with me. I'll see you at 2:30."

"Great, thanks kid. Love you."

"I love you too, Uncle Bobby." Laying back down on the bed, she thought she'd have trouble falling back asleep. She was so happy she'd been wrong. Sleep was like a lover that she hadn't been with for a very long time and Mina welcomed it.

…

"Love you," Bobby had said into the phone before snapping it shut, disconnecting the call. Jax looked at concerned but eased slightly when Bobby said, "Mina."

Now, Sons focused back on the task at hand. Their shipment of guns intercepted by the Outlanders lay on Niner territory. After their brief discussion with Laroy, they found that not only were the Niner's completely unaware but that the Son's had a time limit. Get the guns ASAP or their ours, fuck your payment. They were gonna get the guns back, and the fact that the Outlanders had their own guarding them just meant that it was gonna be bloody. Having devised a plan, Clay had Damien and two of the prospects ride towards the same spot Tig, Chibs, and Damien had been to earlier. The others would attack the Outlanders from other angles, and Juice would be close by with the truck to making loading and get away as swift as possible.

As planned, the 2 prospects and Damien arrived at the designated spot. From behind, Clay, Jax, and Opie moved forward slowly without making any sound. Motioning to Tig and Happy on the right, and then to Chibs and Bobby on the left, Jax held up 7 of his fingers. One guy each, he figured, then should there be more, they'd be alright. Jax could see the snipers with their sights on what he assumed were the prospects. He had to laugh as the guns were actually being held in a pop up tent under the overpass guarded by 3-4 men. He wasn't quite sure why not elsewhere, but all that mattered were the guns needed to be placed in the right hands. As he was about to take a shot, he heard a few shots pop off from the Damien's direction, which set the whole thing in motion. Goddamn snipers.

As shot began to fire, the group set on the Outlanders. Chibs and Ope managed to take out the snipers while Jax and Bobby kicked off the other guys. Tig and Happy were able to pack the guns into the truck and within minutes, all the Outlanders were dead, guns were loaded and the truck headed back to Charming. As Clay called the Irish to let them know they'd received all the guns, he sent Jax to check on Damien and the prospects, seeing as he'd been the only other Son to arrive on his bike.

When he got there, Damien lay on the ground holding his leg while the prospects lay dead on the gravel. "They fucking shot my leg, man" Damien shouted to Jax. Jax opened his cell phone to call Clay.

"Hey, we gotta a problem."

….

Her nap went from a few hours to a full night's sleep. She hadn't realized just how much sleep she needed. She felt terrible considering she was about to see Molly and Penelope off. Here she stood with her black hair in a sloppy bun, an oversized Cure TShirt, and fleece PJ bottoms. Hugging Penelope, she heard the little blond beauty say, "I love you too Auntie Mina." This made her heart melt every time and was part of the reason why she spoiled this child to no end. Mina set Penelope down before hugging Molly again. "Please be safe and call me every time you stop, and then when you get home."

"Of course," Molly said. She let go and went to put Penelope in her car seat. "And you call me! Maybe I'll write a biker themed novel."

Mina laughed, "Somehow, I don't see how Jared Harris would fit into a biker novel. How would that work?"

"Mina, I'm a writer, and a damn good one. If I put my mind to it, I can make ANYTHING work-trust me, ok?" She laughed and hugged her best friend again. "Love you!"

"Love you!" Mina said as she watched Molly get into the silver Saturn. Mina knocked on the back window to get Penny's attention and, when she did, she blew her a kiss. "Love you, Penny!" Penny waved and Mina back up and watched Molly take off. Looking at her watch, she had some time to kill before 2:30, so she decided to get dressed and gather her machine early. Throwing her equipment into the autoclave, she took a shower and got dressed. Afterwards, Mina still had time to kill so she figured she'd hang around in the shop and doodle in her sketch pad. The phone ringing brought Mina out of her mindless doodling state to answer it. "Johnny Boy's?"

Just then, Johnny Boy himself came from the back room with a girl he'd been tattooing prior. As he walked to the credit card machine, he caught a glimpse of Mina's sketch pad and saw a familiar face. After having helped the girl and sending her on her way, Johnny Boy returned to the sketch pad. This was about the same time Mina had hung up the phone.

"Looks like Tig," Johnny Boy remarked as a crude caricature of the curly headed biker stared back at her.

"Yeah," Mina said, trying to think of something that would change the subject, "He's something else."

"The man's a lunatic," Johnny Boy stated, "Look, I like the Sons, don't get me wrong, but there are two who just-I dunno, they rub me the wrong way. Tig is one of 'em."

"Who's the other one," hoping he wouldn't mention Bobby or Chibs as she was not in the mood for confrontation. She knew that Johnny Boy was in debt to the Sons, hence why he was more than okay with helping her score a job at his shop, but she wasn't sure if he she'd been close to Bobby. She watched Johnny Boy move from the sketch book to fix a slanted picture on the way. "Happy," he said as he finally got the picture straight enough to stop throwing off his OCD.

"There's a biker named Happy? That's about as bad as a vampire named Bill." Mina laughed aloud. Hilarious, she thought. She'd heard some pretty silly nicknames in the past, like Dumpy, Brackets, and her favorite, Panty Claus.

"Yeah, but Happy he ain't. He's about as sick as Tig, maybe even sicker in some ways, if that's even possible. Them two are seriously fucked up individuals." At that moment, another girl walked in and approached Mina at the counter. "Can I help you," Mina asked the girl. The girl chewed gum like a cow and smacked her lips before saying, "Yeah, I've an appointment with Johnny" in a thick Valley Girl dialect. Johnny Boy smiled and escorted her back to his area of the shop. Mina rolled her eyes as she waited for her equipment.

It felt like an eternity, but even after all that time, she still had some time to kill. Seeing as she had nothing else to do, Mina figured she'd head over early. At least she could sit at the picnic bench she had seen a few nights prior and smoke cigarettes while she read. Letting Johnny Boy know she was headed out, she packed up her equipment and headed for Teller-Morrow.