"What are we gonna do about this rally?" Clay was out of options at this point. Should the Sons go in there, guns blazing, they would be at the risk for putting civilians in harm's way. At this point, the Sons couldn't risk anyone going to jail, but Clay also couldn't allow his brothers to go into this unarmed.

Almost as if he were back in school, Damien raised his hand. Going unnoticed at first, Damien cleared his throat loudly, causing the group to look in his direction. "I, ahem, if I may-I know this may be a stupid idea but what if we just, skipped going all together?" This caused uproar in the chapel, ending with Clay smacking the gavel on the table to restore order.

"Are you off your fucking rocker or somethin?" Chibs spoke up, "I suppose we should invite them for tea and have a gay ole time of it, yeah?"

"I'll bring the lube," Tig chimed in. Clearly, this was not even an option, and Damien was at a loss. Should they show up, he was good as dead, but had he stood in the Sons way, or showed defiance, he risked being found out and was dead by their hands.

Clay looked to Jax, "We ever find out who big brother is?" Jax sighed and shook his head. "Ope and I have been on look out and we haven't seen anything unusual. Someone has got to be feeding the Outlanders information."

"A Rat?" Juice placed his elbows on the table before him and leaned forward in interest. Bobby thought for a moment. "Prospects?" Bobby inquired as he raised an eyebrow in Clay's direction. Clay shook his head. "Nah, they're last to know anything around here. They know what we tell them and no one has told them any of this."

"What about-" Damien was quick to play the Mina card, but Bobby cut him off mid-sentence. "Don't you even fucking say her name, or I swear I will cut out your fucking tongue," Bobby growled and Damien looked down into his lap.

"No, now wait a minute, kid's got a point." Clay's words stunned Bobby.

"Clay, you can't be serious?"

"Bobby, I'm at a loss. I know you know this girl, but when was the last time you seen her before all this? Maybe the little girl you knew grew up and got into the wrong crowd."

"We're seriously gonna have this conversation now? I will stake my life on this one Clay, Mina is not a threat to this club."

…..

As the boys convened for church, the ladies of the club congregated at the Morrow residence for dinner with Gemma. Mina and Molly helped Gemma with the dishes, despite her protests for Mina to sit and relax. After they finished, the girls thanked their hostess and headed back to the club house. The car ride home was filled with a potpourri of useless chatter on everything from movies to songs on the radio. The elephant in the room, however, was how Mina treated Tig. Namely, Molly felt Mina was unnecessarily cold towards him and, instead of seeking him out, was being stubborn and waiting for him to come around. Molly could have easily pressed the matter, but figured, when the time was right, Mina would discuss it.

As the girls pulled up, the boys were leaving the clubhouse. Molly put the car in park before being greeted by Chibs. Mina took it upon herself to grab the sleeping babe from the car and carry her inside. She stopped to get a hug from Bobby and a pat from Juice and continued to make her way inside. She looked off as she caught Tig's eye. Instead of acknowledging her, Mina swore he scowled and continued his conversation with Happy.

When Chibs had reached Molly, he leaned in to give her a quick peck on the lips. Molly smiled to herself and leaned her forehead onto his chest. Chibs, grabbing Molly's chin, tilted her head to meet his gaze and he could sense something troubling her. "What's eating you, love?" Molly sighed heavily and simply said, "Mina," into Chib's chest.

"What about her," he asked.

"She hasn't talked to Tig and she's not going to, it seems. She's waiting for him to come to her."

"What do you mean she hasn't talk to him? I sent him in there earlier to see her after he-" What Chibs was going to say, "after he asked about her," but Molly interrupted. "No you didn't," Molly argued. Chibs smiled a bit before continuing, "I can assure you I did." Molly was left scratching her head. She remembered hearing the door slam while she and Mina had talked earlier but she couldn't recall seeing anyone coming or going.

"Alright, I'm not saying I don't believe you, but Tig didn't talk to her. We would've seen him."

"Huh," Chibs said before placing his hands on her hips and pulling Molly towards him. As he leaned down, Molly kissed him longingly and the two forgot about what had just been discussed. As Molly pulled away, she heard Chibs growl, which sent a shockwave down her spine into her toes. "Listen, I know Mina jus' woke up, but do you think she could watch Penelope tomorrow?"

"Why," Molly asked, "You kidnapping me or something?"

"It's jus', I have this thing I wanna try and I need your assistance." Chibs leaned forward to her lips again, and Molly inquired, "oh yeah," before returning his gesture of affection. She threw her arms around Chibs neck as their kiss deepened, but Chibs pulled away this time.

"I'll try and see if Mina can watch her," Molly said breathlessly.

"Convince her," Chibs said in a mock demanding tone.

"Yes, Sir," Molly smiled again before giving Chibs another kiss. As she watched Chibs walk away, she felt butterflies in her stomach. There were times in her life when she thought she'd never feel them again and while this was a wonderful feeling, it seemed bittersweet.

When she turned, she saw Tig talking to Happy and Juice. Mina was completely wrong in the way she handled this. Molly had known Mina for a very long time and knew the boyfriends Mina had had and no one treated her the way Tig had. She only talked to him in passing, but when she did, she could see how protective he was of her. She knew he had feelings; the two were more alike than anyone cared to admit.

…..

The next day, Tig and Chibs were working side by side in the garage. Granted, one job was easier than the other, so Chibs had some spare time as the oil drained.

"Tigger, can I ask you a question?"

Tig, who was trying to master the beast before him, stopped and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Yeah, shoot."

"Why's it you didn't go talk to her?" Tig knew the "her" he was referring to, and was wishing he were elsewhere. At least Chibs hadn't said her name, which seemingly caused both pain and disgust.

"There's nothing to talk about, it's done."

Chibs, who now changed the oil filter, knew Tig was holding something back. Unlike Molly, Chibs knew his friend's limits, so he continued to press the matter. "Didn't you go in there to talk to her?"

"Yeah, you know, I did and then this big fucking wave of reality hit me, so I left. I ain't got nothing to say to the broad. I saved her life, big fucking deal. Any one of us would've done the same thing-she's practically Bobby's kin." Chibs couldn't argue with the logic, but was confused by his first statement.

"Did she say something to you?"

"Chibs, I love you brother, and really this foreplay happening right now is really romantic but I have better things to do, ok? So either help me with this shit, or, with all due respect, but the fuck out, ok?"

Chibs threw up his hands in defeat, "Alright, but you know, you're going to need to talk to her at some point." Tig mumbled something that Chibs couldn't understand but he brushed it off and continued the fluid check.

Chibs was right, Tig thought. He was forced to see her on a daily basis; Hell, the bitch slept in his room of the clubhouse. Truth be told, Tig wanted to talk to her, but then he remembered the things she had said about him. He didn't know what was worse, the things she said, or how he let the things she said get to him so badly. He never liked ingrates, and the Mina he saw yesterday wasn't the one he'd saved the week prior. This one was nasty, and ungrateful. He should've saved her and let someone else, like Bobby, tend to her. For some reason, though, when he would remember he in his arms as she wept and trembled, he felt the urge to protect her. Stepping back from the car, Tig began to wipe the dirt from his hands. Chibs noticed.

"Where you going?"

"I'm gonna have a smoke and get some water. I'll be right back."

…..

She was alone in the clubhouse sketching. As she sketched, she thought about Tig. Perhaps her feelings towards him were because she didn't want to get too close. She'd had crappy relationships before and this one seemed doomed to fail. She pushed so she wouldn't get hurt-a part of her genuinely felt that what she was doing was for the better. That didn't mean, however, she and Tig couldn't be friends. This led her to think of the night before and the look of hatred on Tig's face. He was mad; she got that, but what exactly had she done? In the end, she figured she'd grow a pair and talk to him, just, you know, not right now.

In the meantime, to regain her strength, Mina had set up her tattoo pedal so that, while she sketched, she could press on it with her foot. Considering the guys were at work, and Molly and Penelope had gone out Gemma and some of the other ladies, it was nice and quiet in the clubhouse. That was until he walked in.

He hadn't expected her to be there, nor did he expect she'd acknowledge his presence. He didn't let is faze him, however, and continued en route to the kitchen to retrieve some water bottles from the fridge. He was about to leave the clubhouse when he heard her speak.

Just SAY SOMETHING her subconscious shouted, so she did- "Tig?"

He had almost made it out of the clubhouse.

He could've just ignored her and left; could've but he didn't. Turning around slowly, Tig's gaze met Mina's, and he said to her in a deep tone, "what?"

"I…Can we talk?" Mina placed her sketch pad to her side and began to pick at the arm of the couch.

"There's nothing to talk about." Tig shuffled his weight from one leg to the other.

"What do you mean?"

"I saved your life, big fucking deal, there's no need for a tinker tape parade or anything. You're okay, life moves on, end of story." His words hurt, and yet Mina was still confused. What had she done? Instead, she threw reason to the wind and went on the defensive.

"Wow. What the fuck's your problem?"

"MY problem?" Tig made a big emphasis on the word, "MY," as he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had she really forgot what she said? Tig continued, "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Yeah," Mina said angrily, "What is your problem?"

"You know what, I'm not gonna do this with you." Tig tried to walk away but Mina threw herself up to try and catch him. It hurt like hell but she caught up to him before he could leave the clubhouse and grabbed ahold of his arm. Tig promptly tugged it out of her grasp, "don't fucking touch me."

She saw the same blue eyes in her dreams, yet now they were so different, cold even. Tig stared down at her breathing heavily.

"Why have you been avoiding me," Mina asked matter-of-factly, "Why didn't you come talk to me?"

"Because, isn't that what fucking douche bags do?" As soon as the words left his lips, Mina remembered her conversation with Molly the day before. She remembered thinking she heard the clubhouse door slam and now she realized; Tig had heard what she said. Tig could see the gears turning in her head, "Yeah, see? Maybe, maybe I'm too fucking proud to come and talk to you right? I heard the whole fucking thing, Mina. Why didn't YOU come find ME? Huh? I killed a man FOR YOU, AND I took care of YOU."

"What?" The words escaped Mina making her seem so small. It was no wonder Molly had pressed she talk to Tig.

"Your friend didn't tell you? No one told you anything?" Tig scoffed at his own words. "How do you think all your shit got here, huh? I've had the worst fucking back pain for the last Goddamn week from that floor outside the door to MY room, mind you, just to make sure nothing happened to YOU and I'M the one who's too proud to come out and say something? I've only one thing to say to you, YOU'RE WELCOME."

"Tig, I-," He heard the words escape her mouth, and felt a mixture of defeat and frustration. This was clearly something he did not want to do right now.

"Please, you know what, fucking feed your bullshit to someone else little girl, cause I'm not biting. Oh, and while you're at it, can you hurry the fuck up and get better, I'd like my room back, thanks." Tig turned to leave the clubhouse when she spoke. The words stopped him dead in his tracks, as those were the LAST words he ever expected the hear come from her mouth.

She didn't know why she said it, never expect to say them to him, but she did.

"You fucking bitch," Was all Tig could say before walking towards her and kissing her.